faderift | Player Plot: Unwanted Houseguests

WHO: Fenris, Aleron, Bethany, Korrin, Inessa, Church, Saoirse, and Ellana
WHAT: Getting rid of some nasty visitors... and a little demony surprise twist on top of that! (OOC Post)
WHEN: Close to the end of Bloomingtide, we'll go with the 29th
WHERE: Fenris' mansion in Hightown
NOTES: This is slightly forward-dated to the end of the month. See directions below about groups and things! As for warnings, uhhh... bad interior decorating?

The manor stands in Hightown, Kirkwall's high class area where the nobles live. Fenris had intended to step in and reclaim it when he'd first arrived in Kirkwall, but there were... complications. Major complications. He's had to do quite a bit of sneaky surveillance to find out what was even going on. As he uncovered more over the course of the month, it only made him angrier. A magister had seen fit to move on in and take over while he'd been away. To make matters worse, he's brought along a bunch of slavers, and they've really started making themselves at home as they use the house as a base of operations.

Now that Fenris has all of the information, he's more sure than ever that this has to be dealt with. Immediately. It's more than he can handle alone, though.

So he asks around and finally gathers a group together to deal with it...

Group 1: Fenris, Aleron, Bethany, and Korrin

This group will be going in first! They'll make their way through the house and generally deal with taking down slavers. There's another subthread for the initial battle against the magister and his followers.
Group 2: Inessa, Church, Saoirse, and Ellana

After a rift erupts and Fenris makes a distress call over the crystals, these folks will be joining in. Now it's a matter of fiiighting all the demons, and making sure that rift gets sealed. (It's all on you, Church!)

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Good, they've got him cornered. The fire mine will help considerably. Fenris is just... ready to see this ended, at this point. Between the blood magic and the demons, the slavers, the magister... everything happening in this house has been a nightmare. He almost wonders whether or not it'd be better off burned down afterward.

He stalks toward Calanthus, weariness showing with every step. But that doesn't stop him from bringing his sword up and striking downward with a harsh blow. "It's over. None of your kind will darken this place again."

The magister reels under the force of the attacks, noticeably weakened compared to earlier. He clearly does not like where this is going, nor certain individuals in the present company. "Pathetic elves! I'll see all of you in chains and forced to kneel in your rightful place..." He inflicts Blood Wound over the area, hoping in this moment to cause massive suffering and damage.

It is truly one of the few fortunate sides of spending all that time in Kirkwall, and that is, when someone is about to throw a really terrible Blood Magic spell at you, you have some dim idea what to do.

Bethany slammed Haste on to all of them - some of them might be able to get out of the blast radius. Others she could only hope could throw up enough defensive spells or powers to protect themselves. Next she slapped an Unshaken ontop of herself, knowing that she would need it the moment before the spell hit and ripped right through her. She remained standing, though, and through gritted teeth slapped down first a Heal spell. She regretted it was nothing pretty, just a quick burst to heal what they had lost by the initial burst, but it was all she could do. She was no Spirit Healer.

Her fingers went to her temple, as she aimed a Mind Blast at Calanthus. "Fenris, go!"

With little time to react, all Ellana can do is use Bethany's Haste to run into the room since it's too crowded at the door to run back out. Having a clear shot, she then focuses lightning down on the magister to paralyze him. She knows little of blood magic, but assumes he has to consciously control the blood, and if he's paralyzed, maybe he can't.

The Haste spell gives Inessa opportunity to cast a Death Hex on the magister, planning to follow that up with an ice spell but Bethany's warning to Fenris has her on the retreat. She backs away as far as she can--and her blood boils in her veins as the spell takes effect. Though she wants to scream, she can't, only stand their twitching, unable to move.

Garahel, wounded but not stricken, growls and charges. If he can help bring Calanthus down, he absolutely will.

Much like Bethany, Saoirse's time spent in Kirkwall has led to an unfortunate amount of knowledge when it comes to blood magic and how to react to its casting so when it does happen she knows what to do once Haste is cast on the group.

She follows in after Ellana, sliding to halt as her staff slams into the ground and her magic begins to leech outwards. She hopes her Curse of Mortality will be enough in combination with the other magic at work.

The familiar sensation of blood magic doesn't surprise him... and it fills him with more loathing than ever before. But Fenris is much too driven right now to let that hold him back. When Bethany shouts, he makes his move, phasing out yet again to invisibility, glowing as he stabs and strikes, one blow after another at the magister.

This time, the spells hit, one by one: the blast, the paralysis, the hex, the curse... and while Calanthus doesn't yet die, he howls with rage and pain as they strike. He does what he can to attempt neutralizing them... but it's not completely enough to bring his strength back to what it was. Garahel's attack adds to the whole mess.

The magister staggers. "You can't defeat me... nor the glory of Tevinter!" Half-collapsed, the magister fights to regain the upper hand. First, a spell aimed at the group to drain away what health he can. Then... he unleashes Blood Control, casting about in desperation toward them, one by one until he finds someone who'll work. He must act swiftly... if he can set even just one of these fools against the rest of their allies, it'll be worth it...

"Oh, do shut up." Bethany snapped, as she shifted her footing to send a Deep Freeze at him, just enough to freeze parts of him, sending sharp icicles through the rest, to allow Fenris to finish him off. "The glory of Tevinter is terribly overrated."

With Unshaken still upon her, his Blood Control spell bounced off of her, but that just left someone else vulnerable to attack.

Ellana couldn't have said it better herself. But really, she's going to have to work on some zingers when finishing off enemies like this. It's immensely satisfying and she's just on the team saying it, not coming up with them herself.

The scary thing about all this is that she doesn't know if she has the mental strength to resist a blood control spell. All she can do is try. Thankfully, she doesn't need to, because her staff -- the Scepter of Razikale -- has the Fade Cloak ability built into it, and it activates before the spell has the opportunity to test her resistance. She's invulnerable and takes full advantage of it, letting loose with an Energy Barrage of electricity. Ellana favors fire, and the desire to be vindictive and cast Flashfire is strong, because she wants this magister to feel even more panic and fear in his last moments. But a fire spell would undo the work that Bethany's doing with her ice spell, and she's a team player here.

"Well said!" she calls out to Bethany once her spell has finished and she's back into her regular combat stance.

Well there's one present in the fray who is entirely immune to blood magic and that's to everyone's benefit. Aleron remains entirely cool and collected, even if he does puff up with a touch of pride at his wife's remark.

Of course, he could purge the magic in the room, but that would undo the work of everyone fighting against the monster magister. So he opts instead to disable the man in the most effective way at his disposal. Careful to target only Calanthus and spare everyone else, mage and Fenris alike, Alron reaches out a hand and ignites the lyrium in their opponent's veins.

Couldn't have said it better, indeed. As far as Fenris is concerned, there's nothing glorious about Tevinter whatsoever. The magister here before them is a pretty good case in point. The expression on his face darkens, hate boiling through his veins as he feels the magister's attempt at that spell. But, funny enough, the lyrium inside him has the ability to Deflect, to ward against magical attacks.

But there's still a moment where he can feel the spell burning in his head, threatening to take hold...

"NO!" He won't bow down, he won't be enslaved again, he refuses. First, he uses his Rally ability to try and help boost the others' stamina and magic. Then he charges, running toward the magister with a furious, heavy blow of his sword. This time, Calanthus has little time to react as Fenris strikes.

Player Plot: Unwanted Houseguests

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