Starlight came down upon the world and Waterdeep, only to be greeted by darkness. At night nightmares from Skullport crept through Waterdeep.
After stepping through the portal, Quyen had to wait a bit for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He kept his finger on the trigger of his crossbow and waited. He smelled the dense, grubby air of a city. He thought he would have heard it as well, but he didn't. What he heard didn't belong in a city. The hairs on the back of his neck raised up, and he pressed the trigger of his crossbow. An arrow flew into the darkness and something yelped. Murmering a spell for flying, Quyen started running until he felt the spell take effect. He leaped and flew up, landing on the nearest roof.
In the distance divine wrath burst from the heavens and cracked down onto the streets. Quyen turned his head away to shield his eyes from the light. He cursed, as he preferred them adjusted to the darkness. But then again, at least now he knew where to start looking. And since people didn't cast spells like that for no good reason, Quyen knew he should make hast. And so, he flew.
As he shot over the rooftops, he saw things run in the shadows beneath him. Evil things. The wizard frowned and his hand moved to a bolt with a crystal tip in his pouch. Loading the crossbow, he crossed the last rooftop between him and Calliope, witnessing the battlescene:
A large demon clad in black armour, with glowing red eyes, wielded a large mace and laughed as it lifted the mammoth weapon. After raising it, it slamming the weapon down into the levitated shield that was the only bullwark between Calliope and death. The shield was flung aside by the impact, its levitating spell dying as it clanged onto the cobbles next to Calliope and her weapon.
Once more the demon raised the giant mace, stepping forward and aiming for the kill. Quyen forced his willpower to close the distance between him and the demon. Effectively filling the space between Calliope and the weapon. As the mace came down, a hovering Quyen blocked it with his left arm, straining himself as he struggled against the fury of the demon. He planted his foot on the demon's breastplate, then pulled the crossbow's trigger, firing the bolt into the critters exposed neck. The crystal exploded and lifted the demon off his feet, smashing it into the building behind.
Remembering there was more evil prowling the streets tonight, Quyen held his left arm up and cast a spell that summoned a stom of meteors. As fiery destruction rained down upon the streets of Westbridge, and the demons that crawled through it, Quyen decided to split.
Turning to face Calliope - who was in a bad condition - he scooped her off the street. Holding her in his arms, he ran. Higher and higher, until he was in the air above the city, hidden in the darkness of the night. "City of Splendors my ass, " he thought, and eyeing the battered Calliope, "Me and my big mouth, where to now? "
The Short Cut II
Ror walked down the hallway towards the Makou Gateways, while Quyen followed. Arrived, they stepped into a circular room surrounded by windows. Normally, there would be a perfect mixture of energy and natural sunlight, but tonight only the eerie glow of makou-fueled energy illuminated the Gateway Room. Quyen studied the large gates before turning his attention to Ror. The resonating energy seemed to cast a shadow over the elf that made him look like the rippling surface of a lake, too dark to see into. It scared Quyen. "Not many wish to stay long near these Makou Gates, " said Ror, "it's the energy levels. To be honest, I find it quite soothing to be here. " Quyen grunted, "Yeah whatever, this definitely does not float my boat. Which one do I need? " Ror pointed at a gateway to the right of Quyen. "That one leads directly to Waterdeep, City of Splendors. If I am not mistaken, the destination of Calliope. " Quyen spat a cigarette butt out and lit a new cigarette to keep his nerves under control. "I hate portals, " he said, as the first whisps of smoke rose up toward the dome. "Let's get this over with. "
Ror nodded. He knew Quyen for a long time now, as well as his hatred for portals. In fact, Quyen hated all things wizards did. Casting spells, stepping through portals and relying on magic. It was why Ror liked Quyen so much.
"Do you know how to get back? " asked Ror. Quyen, loading an arrow onto a crossbow, looked up from the weapon and said sarcastically, "I click my heels three times, Dorothy? " Ror chuckled, "Looks like you'll be alright then. Nonetheless, I brought a map for you in case... " But Quyen was already stepping through the portal, loaded crossbow in his hand.
Ror nodded. He knew Quyen for a long time now, as well as his hatred for portals. In fact, Quyen hated all things wizards did. Casting spells, stepping through portals and relying on magic. It was why Ror liked Quyen so much.
"Do you know how to get back? " asked Ror. Quyen, loading an arrow onto a crossbow, looked up from the weapon and said sarcastically, "I click my heels three times, Dorothy? " Ror chuckled, "Looks like you'll be alright then. Nonetheless, I brought a map for you in case... " But Quyen was already stepping through the portal, loaded crossbow in his hand.
Karsus
There's no art of Karsus.
Description
A tall slender figure dressed in white and blue wizard robes, his hood covers most of his head but you see the outlines of his face and his piercing blue eyes. He wields a beautiful jewel encrusted sword in his right hand and in his left he holds a glowing knife. A shield enfused with demonic essences floats in front of him andReborn at the mercy of Mystra, condemned to serve as the personal bodyguard of Lady Ceridwen for eternity.Filled with remorse after his folly he was honored with such an assignment and took an oath to serve Mystra and uphold the weave. With his life he will defend the Mystran way of life and the life of his beloved lady Ceridwen.
Roleplay Notes
November 2013
Arlenia
There's no art of Arlenia Enyo.
Description
The days of living have long passed for this woman. She stands at an impressive 5'9" tall, with her long, dark hair pulled back into a braid that hangs to the middle of her back. Her eyes burn red with an all consuming hatred and rage. Upon her skeletal body hangs a long cape and studded armors that once covered a beautiful body, but hang useless from the bones and sinew that are animated by necromantic magicks alone. Far from mindless, this lich is fully aware of her pain, her existence, and seeks above all else retribution and revenge. She appears undeniably confident, her skeletal face forced into an eternal grin that competes with what little flesh is left on her face. A dark magic aura rolls from her, driving her beyond life, beyond death.Roleplay Notes
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- Fed Up (1-2)
- Understanding
- Discussions
- Old Habits
- Long Lost Visitor
- Vanishing Gladiator
- Saving Guardian
- Waking Colin
Banion
There's no art of Banion.
Description
Banion is a stout man, standing nearly six feet tall. His head is balding and ringed with white hair. He wears a thick brown robe, tied with a rope, looking very nearly like a friar. He is the healer for the village on the Dark Continent, but the spark of intelligence in his blue eyes speaks to something far deeper... perhaps far more sinister...Roleplay Notes
November 2013
Inigo
There's no art of Inigo.
Description
You see a pudgy little halfling. He doesn't seem like the fittest of all adventurers, and has a little potbelly. On second glance you could swear his body composition is, in fact, mostly lard, and couldn't even best a dwarf in a footrace. At least he is clean and smooth shaven, his clothes made from supple calf leather. He looks comfortable. A pouch is tied to his belt, chock full of cured meat snacks. He is happy.Roleplay Notes
November 2013
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