The Serene Holds of Urzoa
Chapter 1: Unrest in Baromenes Part 1: A Gathering of Wanderers
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A GATHERING OF WANDERERS
The area was a mass of chaos, the Guards attempted to halt the group's attempts at felling their master. They had not planned for Billie to dip into shadows and reappear some feet away. The three other Guards battled Mags, Damaia, and Lulani and they had been successful at swatting their attacks away until one went slumped suddenly and then began trying to stab his master as well. Dae stood from a safe distance controlling her puppet and using him to distract his brethren enough for Lulani to let off another black bolt of lightning directly at Andropeclis's back.
The eldritch energy Lulani conjured flew with certainty towards its target striking Anrdopeclis square where his chain glowed, and twisted around his spine. The black lightning connected and blasted a hole through Andropeclis's pale skin and struck the chain. The eldritch energy caused the life-binding item to become supercharged and unstable. Andropeclis's skin blistered and bubbled, his body smoldering from the inside out until the chain exploded sending a rain of gore onto anyone nearby.
This explosion caused a feedback loop within each of the guards. Bursting into blue and black flames where they stood, a brilliant blue hue pouring from their open mouths and eyes like beacons, the light even visible now during the day. Their bodies continued to burn until each fell into a heap of blackened and scorched armor and arms, leaving nothing behind but ashes upon the stonework. It seemed as if the battle was over, their enemies nothing but ashes at their feet. Besides Andropeclis's broken and blown-apart body. But soon his body began to burn as well, crackling alone until his body was gone to cinders. The mall was quiet once more a few minutes of peace and a moment's time to catch your breaths. The silence was broken a few minutes later by the sound of an unfamiliar voice.
"So the Oracle spoke true." A triton woman said between deep breaths. There was sweat on her brow, she had clearly been running. She seemed dressed for battle, wearing a golden breastplate with the depictions of crossed tridents on its front which moved to an armored skirt of lavender-colored strips of leather with gold trim and caps at the ends. Laurels weaved around the trim of the armor and underneath she wore purple cloths. In her hands was a trident, slowly she moved towards the fountain, took a handful of water from its basin, and drank it eagerly. A sigh left her lips as she finished, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Sorry, where are my manners," She spoke, her voice was smooth, a husk sultry. She turned to face you all and placed her trident into a holder on her back. "I am Deypho, It seems you've met the Chained Ones."
Wineday (Wednesday), 17th of Midsummer, 495 AC
First combat is over and yall did a wonderful job! Please feel free to investigate the remains of Pale Face's weapon or his body, and that of his comrades, etc. Perception to check your surroundings, or whatever else you'd like to do.