In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 495):

Brennan watches as the Inquisitor chops up the stolen uniform, frowning all the while.

What a waste.

When the time comes to ready themselves for combat, Brennan arms himself with his quiver and bow, though seeing as he cannot affect the demon, he does not draw it.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 496):

The Inquisitor follows like a ghostly shadow, commenting on none of your preparations.

When everyone is prepared, he speaks, albeit even more quietly than before.

"Titus shall call forth the demon.  If this does not work, he shall exit the city until it follows.

Titus and I shall engage directly.

Ciryl shall attempt to inhibit it's faculties or distract it.

Brennan shall use his own means to interrupt it.

If the daemon escapes, our lives are forfeit.  Do not allow it while you breathe."

In reply to Inquisitor (msg # 497):

Brennan nods in acknowledgement.

"Very well. Let us begin..."

In reply to Inquisitor (msg # 497):

Titus looks around outside and chooses the spot with the most light.  He steps out into the square, his gray tabard fluttering and he draws his sword, looking completely confident in what he is about to do.

Demon, I call you forth to answer for your crimes.  Your ring is broken, your support network stolen, you are betrayed and this night is to be your last!  You do not face any normal man, come to the light and face me.

I fear you not. 

As he says the last portion the torch next to him flares bright brilliant white.  Silence swells as he awaits his response.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 499):

Titus is forced to wait for an uncomfortable amount of time in silence as his words reverberate and fade into the night.

Finally, just as he opens his mouth to continue, a raspy voice issues from the darkness outside the lamplight.

"You have the distinction of being the stupidest Man I have known.

It shall not be of great duration."

To one side, between two log buildings, a pair of eyes like coals are underlined by a glowing mouth.

Jack speaks louder, addressing the rest of the group, "When Titus is dead, whosoever can curry my favor shall have a great reward.  The rest shall die."

In reply to GM (msg # 500):

Titus smiles and bows deeply.

At least you'll remember me.

Suddenly he is charging not allowing the demon his full monologue.

[Body+Melee: location 3, 3x3]

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 501):

OOC:  Interesting... so, obviously: combat rounds

Disposition: You are in a smallish open area at the junction of two streets.  There is a lit lamp hanging on a mounted log off to one side providing ample light for the open area, but not allowing much visibiliy down any street.  The buildings in this area are simple constructions of thin logs with thatched roofs.

For no reason, I will mention there is a visible fire barrel nearby full of tepid water.

Jack, or at least his voice, is coming from down of of these darkened streets.

Titus is standing smack dab in the middle of the opening, with Ciryl and Brennan hiding off to one side.

The Inquisitor is standing at the other side of the open area, easier to see due to his white attire.

In reply to GM (msg # 502):

Titus turns his face scarlet with rage.

COME OUT DEMON!  Its time to show you exactly how stupid I am.  You need me.  I can go live the rest of my life without you!
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 503):

Titus takes a torch and heads down the ally after the demon's voice.

"Is it bad I agree with the demon?" Ciryl mutters to Brennan.  He steals a glance at the inquisitor, and then another after Titus and Jack's voice, "And I volunteered to be a distraction.  Talk about the fool who follows him."  With that Ciryl pops out of his hiding place, hobbling after Titus, "Me! please mister Jack, I'll do anything! How can I earn your favor?  I don't want to die!" he does his best to sound both eager and desperate as he pleads to the shadowy entity.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 505):

Brennan mulls the situation over in his mind... (asking DM something)

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 506):

Brennan backs up until his back is firmly against the wall, but otherwise takes no immediate action.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 507):

Titus charges toward the points of light in the darkness that betray Jack's location.  He swings his weapon, feeling only a slight resistance, almost as if he were slicing into a hanging cloth.

However, a flash of light is just barely visible for a moment where the blade strikes.

Jack hisses and Titus feels the rake of claws across his stomach.  The armor seems to do next to nothing (2 killing, torso)

The glowing eyes flick over to Ciryl.

"If you want my boon, kill the others.  I will drag this one out of this Dream and into Hell myself!"

Brennan remains undisturbed near the houses.

The Inquisitor withdraws something from his belt and, reaching back, slots it into an opening in the back of his helmet.  His body shudders slightly.  In the torchlight, you can make out the glint of amber.

COMBAT ROUND

Titus is engaged with Jack between a pair of one-story buildings.

Ciryl is in the middle of the opening between the buildings (at the intersection of two streets).

Brennan and the Inquisitor are standing at the far side of the opening from Jack/Titus.

Anyone who wishes can close into Melee range.
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In reply to GM (msg # 508):

If you want me come and claim me!

Titus says jabbing at the figure ineffectually.

[Miss]

"Oh is that all?" Ciryl grumbles at the demon's demand.  with a heavy sigh he hobbles back to Brennan's position, "You wouldn't happen to have any of that stolen iquisitorial equipment on you right now, would you?" he asks in a low tone before looking up at the sight of Titus and the Demon's conflict and then waving his cane over his head in what might seem a threatening manner, "You mentioned something about poisons."

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 510):

Brennan sighs and closes his eyes, falling prone to the ground in the process.

[Astral Projection]

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 511):

Jack easily ducks Titus' swing.

"Learning a hard lesson aren't you, mortal?" he cackles.

Another swipe from dark claws rend Titus' armor across the belly.  Blood drips down between torn maille links (damage added to sheet).

Brennan falls down, as carefully as he can.
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In reply to GM (msg # 512):

The Inquisitor lunges forward, white cloak trailing behind and snapping in the cold air.

The blade Titus gave him is a blur of glinting steel.  He cuts left then thrusts suddenly toward Jack's center of "mass" catching the daemon off-guard.

The blade shimmers when it connects with Jack's shadowy form, the sound is like scissors going through rough cloth.

In reply to Inquisitor (msg # 513):

Jack hisses horribly, the glow of his eyes intensifying.

"A zealot from the Church?  I'm going to enjoy burning your soul from this Dream..."

COMBAT ROUND

Both Titus and the Inquisitor are engaged with Jack.

Ciryl stands back a few paces, but could reach melee if he wished.

Brennan is apparently asleep on the ground.

In reply to GM (msg # 514):

Titus hisses taking the wound and acrobatically falls backwards, dropping the sword and grabbing a knife from his belt. He continues to tumble around the demon

Nah, not really.  I've faced worse than you. 

[Dodge: 2x7, 2x4, 2x2]

“Brennan? Brennan!  Oh of all the...” Cyril slaps Brennan’s cheek lightly when he doesn’t get a response, then starts rifling through his belongings while grumbling in frustration.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 516):

The Inquisitor raises the blade, recovering immediately from his attack and preparing for another.

In reply to Inquisitor (msg # 517):

Brennan sleeps peacefully, though his mind may be elsewhere...

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 518):

Titus ducks and weaves, but Jack is wise to the tactics now.  His form shifts suddenly in the darkness and his claws are into Titus' back from a hidden corner (Damage updated).


Metal links fly off of Titus' armor, and fresh blood splatters the dark dirt ground.

The Inquisitor attempts to use this as an opening, and slices expertly down along the front of Titus, but Jack once again melts to the side and only a glancing blow is scored against the daemon.

Ciryl rummages around on Brennan's unconscious form and comes up with something in his hand.


COMBAT ROUND

Titus, greatly bloodied, engages Jack along with the Inquisitor.

There are lamps at some intersections, along with your torches, but the streets quickly fade to darkness in each direction.

Brennan snores peacefully at the other side of the intersection.  Ciryl stands over him.
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In reply to GM (msg # 519):

The Inquisitor twirls the sword over his helmet and prepares to attack again.

"The light!  Keep him in the light!  Don't let him get into the shadows!"

The voice is just as monotone as ever but has a distinct hissing energy that you haven't heard before.