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 ]

Comments

[universal_charm]

A rift. Of course there was a damn rift, and here he was with a shard and no clue how to close it up. Sure he had learned how to make the damn thing fire a blast, but anything more than that was beyond him. Even so, there wasn't much choice was there? It was either close the rift or... well, he didn't know what, but it probably wasn't good.

Looking to Galadriel, he nodded and took steps closer to the rift, holding out his shard hand, hoping something would click. Did these things have autopilot? He damn well hoped so because all he really had was a hope and a prayer unless someone could give him instructions. At least he was able to breathe now. Or maybe that was the adrenaline.

[laurenande]

The Revenant is frozen in place and ripe for slaughter but, primed as she is to slay it, Galadriel lacks the time. The rift beyond is brilliant green and pulls at the mark in her hand and, if the sidelong glance Kirk has given her means anything, her assistance will most certainly be required. Fortunately, for the both of them, Galadriel was well-versed in giving instruction for this particular task.

"Korrin, the wraith is yours!" Galadriel calls as she moves away from the Revenant and toward the rift. The Vashoth mage is nothing if not powerful enough to rend these creatures into pieces, she will trust the action done and focus all her attention on this task.

"Use the power of the mark, reach through it and draw it in on itself; fold the veil and it shall close!" Galadriel calls to Kirk as she throws her own hand in the air and, with a snapping crack of green power, takes hold of the edge of the rift. The light that joins their hands to the tear in the veil snaps tight and grows brighter as she forces her will into it.

"Pull with me and it will collapse!"

[gatheringstorm]

As Galadriel and Kirk focus on the rift, Korrin eyes the Revenant and blurs forward, spirit blade swinging. Whether or not the Revenant is truly dead this time, she'll waste no time in finding out and plunging that glowing blade deep into the unholy creature. This is for all the times encountering its kind in the past nearly killed her or killed her companions.

[serannas]

In a way, the shard does have a kind of autopilot, and all Kirk needs to do is get near enough for it to react. Once it does, a green tendril of light from the rift snaps onto the shard, and Galadriel's as well. The two find the rift wanting to resist their attempts to close it -- as no Rifter's shard alone is as powerful as the Herald's was -- but in this tug of war the rift eventually loses. It takes a good deal of concentration, but Galadriel's technique is spot on and the rift is forced close with a final slamming sound in the air and a faint green haze that dissipates with the smell of ozone.

The Revenant puts up no fight against Korrin, who easily drains out what little reanimated life was left in it before the disruption field expires and it slumps forward, old corpse legs breaking as its weight is working against the strength of the tree roots that holds it upright.

"Is everyone all right?"

After asking, Ellana takes a deep breath and looks around at the scene, expecting something else to come popping up out of the ground or walls next. But really, this last one wasn't the elves' fault! Rifts appear everywhere, right? So for a long moment she just stands there waiting, before something does happen. Luckily it isn't a bad thing. She feels that pull in the back of her mind again, wanting her to go into the next room.

"Does anyone else feel that?" she asks, moving forward towards the place where the rift hovered above. Underneath that spot is a raised platform with a statue of an owl, and underneath the owl are candles, gold coins, and other offerings for Falon'Din or Andruil, she assumes. There's also a style of box that is becoming increasingly familiar to the elves in their party.