Player Plot: Sulevin Blade Quest

[serannas]

WHO: Ellana Ashara, Galadriel, Merrill, Korrin Ataash, James Kirk, Samouel Gareth
WHAT: Tracking down the Sulevin Blade
WHEN: January 13th/Wintermarch 13th
WHERE: the Dales
NOTES: OOC Post

[ OOC: The plot starts with the first phase below in the comments section. Everybody tag into that one. There doesn't need to be a tag order; just hop in whenever. If we go maybe two full days with no tags, I'll try to hustle things along unless I was the last tagger, of course. When we reach a point that looks good to start the next phase, I'll post it as a new comment and close the previous thread. I'm pretty sure you can go ahead a track the whole entry without a paid account, and this way it'll be less confusing if we stick to one section at a time.

At certain points, I'll leave an ooc note asking for you to roll a d20 or to make some sort of choice so I can tailor the thread to your character. If anything's confusing or you have any questions, don't hesitate to contact me via PM or a private plurk to lavellan. :D ]

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[serannas]

Archer buddy is not having a great day. He's hit by Merrill's lightning, body convulsing with painful shocks. "B-Bree!" he calls out to his associate, who is busy snarling at Sam for getting in the way with his sword. Her dagger clips the sword and goes careening off at an angle, hitting the floor somewhere behind her.

"Little busy!" she yells back, flipping backwards and trying to level a kick at Sam's jaw as she goes. Sadly, she misses by inches, but she lands on her hands and thrusts her weight back to complete the somersault. Now with some space between them, she can search for her lost dagger.

Merrill has helped considerably by lighting the other brazier. The gas recedes from it, revealing more of the room. Maurice is lying face down next to broken bits of his mines and a decorative stone that's long and rectangular, like ancient elven coffins. But his mines have blown out the side of it to reveal no body; rather there is a large wooden box there, similar to the one Merrill and Korrin discovered earlier. As soon as the gas recedes from it, Ellana, Merrill, and perhaps Galadriel will feel a pull to go towards the box. But that's probably a desire that should be curbed since they're sort of in the middle of a battle here.

By the time Loran recovers from the lightning shock, all he can see is a large, green rock flying straight towards him. His last words on this plane are a very elegant: "Oh, shit!" before he's knocked back into a wall and his head cracks against it.

The good news? If Maurice is dead and not unconscious, there is only Bree left to fight. The bad news? She's the most skilled and bloodthirsty of all her group. But even so, six to one odds are not good, and by the time she finds her dagger, she's well aware of that. In a last-ditch effort to survive, she dives behind a broken bit of stone that had once been part of the ceiling. It's large enough that she can just crouch behind it and keep out of view. Then she lobs an Antivan Fire grenade out from her hiding spot towards her enemies before chugging a Mighty Offense Tonic. She waits, hoping the fire manages to hit someone. If not, she's ready to spring from her hiding spot and go down fighting.

Sorry I am late but I rolled a nat 20 :D

[laurenande]

Galadriel, personally, has had precious little experience with gas. Collapsing underground rooms and chaotic battles with mild explosions, however, she knew fairly well. It takes her far too long to get her bearings once they've emptied into the room and it isn't until the braziers are lit that she is truly of any use.

The gas clears just as the rogue dives behind her cover. Hardly a moment passes before a ceramic container is lobbed from behind the fallen stonework and, truly, it is instinct alone that has Galadriel moving. Were she less effected by the gas and, indeed, less jittery on whole, she would not have risked it--

As the bottle arced down, its fuse lit and glittering, Galadriel lunged in and swung her polearm at it. By some miraculous stretch of luck, the vessel didn't break as her weapon struck it and was knocked back through the air toward the hiding rogue.

and just so you guys aren't left wondering what happened...

[serannas]

Bree is pumped. Bree is ready. Bree is... on fucking fire! The grenade lands perfectly at her feet, bursting open and coating her in sticky, flammable goo as the fuse ignites is. She screams and throws herself out from behind the stone and onto the ground, rolling frantically.

Also late, but 15 for me

[universal_charm]

Everything was happening quickly, to quickly for his still spinning head to keep much track of. He sees flashes of light, hears screams, smells smoke and struggles to catch his breath for a bit longer. Slowly his senses are back, enough for him to wipe his face clean, to get a clearer picture of what is happening and make himself useful again.

His head clears just as Bree is stumbling about, screaming in pain as fire licks at her. Without thinking, Kirk stripping off his dusty, blood splattered jacket and rushed towards her, stumbling down beside her, slapping at the flames as he coughed and struggled to keep his own head from spinning again.

"Help me put it out!" he called over his shoulder to the others.

[el_tybs]

The explosion is enough to distract him from seeing Kirk move around past him, and when he sees the man now trying to put out the flames on Bree - least that is what she answered to from what he could hear - he blinks. Course Kirk would try saving someone who had just tried killing him.

Sighing, Sam casts a frost spell over the woman, enough to snuff out the flames, as he moves closer. After all she had just attacked them, and had aimed for Kirk not that long ago.

[serannas]

The very last thing Bree wants is help. She's shocked that her grenade was sent back at her, and she's running on pure adrenaline and rage as she lashes out at Jim with elbows, legs, and knifes.

"Get the fuck away from me! I'll kill you all myself!" The frost spell stops the flames, and she's left in a few burnt remnants of clothing, her skin blistered terribly and blood running from the worst of her wounds. But with the Mighty Offense tonic flowing through her, she's ready to go, even as her body is screaming out in pain. She's not going out like an idiot (like the rest of her bandit buddies, she thinks). In a blur of motion, she lashes out at the nearest person, Jim's coat falling away to reveal a bloodied, nearly naked, really pissed off madwoman.

[gatheringstorm]

Mercy is all well and good, when the person it's being directed at isn't actively trying to kill them. Baffled at Kirk's actions, Korrin narrows her eyes at their enemy as Sam snuffs out the flames. When the madwoman lashes out, she quickly casts Lightning Bolt to paralyze her.

[chainlightning]

"Um."

Helping the woman hadn't exactly been on Merrill's mind, but now it's happened. There's a tilt to her head, but Sam and Korrin seem to have it well in-hand. Merrill's still burnt herself, after all, and she's no healer.

Well, don't mind her. If there are any braziers left, she's just going to light those while carefully heading toward that box.

[serannas]

Ellana is a bit confused too, and thinks it's a rather good idea to head after Merrill to help her. The very pissed off woman with the daggers doesn't seem like she wants to make peace, so Korrin can zap her all she likes. Bree, as one might imagine, is frozen in place from the shock, but as soon as she gets out of it she's going to be slashing and stabbing at them again.

There are several more braziers in the room, and once lit, it reveals the rest of the room as the poison gas draws back towards holes in the walls that act as vents. There is a set of doors leading out, more decorative elements scattered around, as well as several long stone coffins. The one broken open is still drawing the elves in, but Ellana stops briefly beside the man who fell on his own elemental mines. She crouches down and holds her fingertips beneath his nose, but feels no breath coming from him. There's blood on the ground beneath him, so most likely the mines tore a hole in him. She almost feels sorry for him: killed by his own weapon while trying to find a way out.

But then she stands and moves over towards the box, speaking to Merrill. "This is like the box before, isn't it? You said you felt drawn towards it." If it's meant to be found by one of the People, and nothing bad happened to Merrill the last time she opened a box, well... Might as well look inside, right? Ellana gets down beside it to carefully shimmy it completely free of the stone coffin before opening the lid. Inside is a beautifully crafted bit of metal that sort of resembles a dragon's wings. In the center is a purple stone the same as there was on the pommel, clearly showing the pieces belong to the same sword.

Around the time Ellana is pulling the box closer, the lightning bolt spell runs its course and Bree can move again. But now that the room is completely cleared of gas, she dives away from Jim and the others in a roll, growling in pain as her skin still feels on fire and now all her muscles do too from the electricity. She can see the exit, though. New plan: escape.

Maybe Ellana should be paying attention to that, but she can't when faced with this overwhelming piece of elven history. "This is the part that connects the blade to the hilt, isn't it?" She carefully lifts it out, but it feels as sturdy as if it was just forged. "The... sword guard? Crossguard? Sam will know." She exhales a long breath. Here she is holding a piece of what she's been searching for. It's been such a long road to arrive here, but they still aren't done. They still need the blade to complete the sword.

By now, against all odds, Bree has reached the doors and shoves them open, throwing her weight forward to break into a run to get away from these people. Immediately, a green glow is cast over her, but it's not an elven trap this time. It's a crackling rip in the Fade over her head, and in a circle surrounding her, shades appear in a burst of light and noise. But straight across from her a Revenant appears, throwing out a spectral hand to grab her and draw her close.

"Fuuuuuuuck!"




[ ooc: please proceed to phase 4! it's the final one! ]