The half dragon flinches, his eyes wide open, shocked by what has just happened.  So stunned was he, that he couldn't react properly, receiving the slash across his stomach.  Roaring, he swipes at you with his claws, and tries to bite, obviously winded from his rage earlier.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  15 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  37 Slashing.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 12:27, Fri 09 Oct 2015.

Cetanu, immediately enraged at the sight of the half dragon's blood, misses his second attack horribly...

07:29, Today: Cetanu rolled 8 using 1d20+7 ((1)).
The die roller hates me...

Ithurix looks at you in disgust, reaching down with his claws to try and strangle you.  He fails to grab hold hold of you.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  15 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  37 Slashing.

Reacting with speed that one his size rarely possessed, Cetanu slashed again at the half dragon with his mind claws.


08:50, Today: Cetanu rolled 9 using 1d4+7.  hurt bad please.

08:49, Today: Cetanu rolled 24 using 1d20+7.  cmon cut him..

Your attack of opportunity hits, slicing him once more.  He mumbles something, and takes a look of sudden pain, but his wounds begin to heal before slashing at you once more.  He fails to hit.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  15 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  34 Slashing.  Healed for 12 Hit Points.

Seeing the wounds start to heal, Cetanu guesses healing magic, which means some sort of concentration. Using the brief lapse in the half dragon's attention, he spins and slashes again with his mind claws.

09:04, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d4+7.  hurt.

09:04, Today: Cetanu rolled 24 using 1d20+7.  cmon high roll.

With the exhaustion of his rage, and your furious assault, Ithurix falls into the dirty alley, his body rapidly cooling in the early morning air.  The half-dragon's eyes glaze over in death, as you look down upon him.

Cetanu was happy this hunt had ended, it had cost him more than he could imagine, but he'd succeeded. He quickly searched the wall again, looking for the secret entrance. It was time to take his trophy.


08:23, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d20+6 ((5)).

As you search the wall, you begin to press the bricks in what you think is the right order.  At the last two, you guess, trying to activate the door.  It does not appear to work.  If you wish, you could try again, or you can deal with the corpse behind you.

Cetanu tries the bricks one more time, if unsuccessful, he will simply take the skull for a trophy and then destroy the rest of the corpse, with his weapons, cutting it into small pieces and scattering them in the alley(hiding them if possible, in a dumpster etc.).


08:28, Today: Cetanu rolled 13 using 1d20+6.  perception.

You are unable to open the secret door.  Turning to rend your foe to pieces, you begin placing bits and pieces across the alley, though the ground is covered in his blood.  With his head secure in your trophy pouch, you begin to trek back to the abandoned parking facility.

Cetanu hustled through the shadows, working quickly and quietly to get back to his meeting place, he tapped the projector three times as he'd been instructed.

OOC kinda hoping it rains and washes the blood away lol.

The projector flashes green before its glow diminishes, and so the wait for your contact begins.

Cetanu will seek out a relatively shadowed area and use his chameleon armor to hide himself until his contact shows up.

As you wait, the air noticeably begins to cool after an hour.  As you watch, a pale mists begins to rise from the ground, suffice it to say, your patron draws near.  "So...you have summoned me, should I suppose you were successful?"  The cruel, cold voice speaks, hissing slightly in the darkness.

Cetanu bowed his head in acknowledgement, "I was, here is his skull, as proof, and as trophy for my collection."

A massive white, almost skeletal, head of a white dragon emerges from the darkness, sniffing the head.  A slight rumbling comes from deep within its throat.  "It is true, Ithurix is no longer a thorn in my side.  Well done."  The dragon speaks, hissing, it drops a credit chip on the ground before you.  "Five Thousand Credits, as promised.  I hope he suffered a most painful death."  It hissed, withdrawing slowly into the darkness.

With a credit chip full of money, and a new trophy, what do you wish to do next?

Cetanu would need better armor most likely, that would be first on the agenda, or upgrading what he has now, then he needs to find a follower of whomever it was that resurrected him, and begin his penance.

Contacting your Order, they inform you that they are unsure of your equipment, but a underground supplier might be able to provide you access to restricted tech or magical spellware.  As for finding a contact for whatever resurrected you, perhaps a Unification church, there is generally at least on in a major city such as this.

Cetanu would then start to seek out the Unification church and get that process started, better to not keep things powerful waiting.

Searching the local Infonet, you quickly find the grand temple of the unification church.  A few hours later, having returned to your ship to place your trophy on the wall, you make your way to the reaching pillars of largest temple in the city.  Twelve symbols adorn the outside, each the same size, representing the twelve gods of the unification church.  There is one entrance to this building, representing that although there are many different gods, the church is one.  Within, you see a young human male, brown hair and blue eyes, behind a reception desk, with corridors leading in beyond him.

Having little knowledge of the ways of this church, Cetanu approached, bowing his head slightly, "I seek knowledge, true knowledge. I am ignorant in the ways of this church. Can you tell me of the gods represented here? Or direct me to someone who can?" His voice deep and resonating, as he spoke to the human.

The young man speaks clearly, indicating to each symbol.

"The Twelve Gods of the Unification Church, as envisioned by the Prophet Anuiat over ten thousand years ago.  Father, Mother, Judge, Lover, Warrior, Smith, Magus, Stormchaser, Merchant, Trickster, Destroyer, and Reaper.  Each is easily represented on any Outlands world of a common deity, just by different names.  How may I help you."  The man asked, inclining his head slightly.

Cetanu listened carefully, the Reaper. That had to be him. "Could you point me towards the Reaper's area please." he said as politely as one o his kind could manage, this human was helpful, and he had no reason to be rude.

The humans face turns towards a hall marked by the symbol of a humanoid skull.  "Therin lies the realm of Death, and his clergy.  Keeper Talros is currently the high priest of the Reaper on this world, and with luck, he is in.  Head down the hall, and I am sure you will be greeted well."  The human spoke, gesturing down a dark corridor.  Occasionally, you glimse ghostly light go along the corridor.