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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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Well, this just went from bad to worse. Sure, they've defeated many of the enemies that have been coming at them, but Calanthus is still alive, and the demons spilling out of the rift really aren't helping matters at a point when everyone is exhausted. After the rift erupts, Fenris grabs his crystal to call for help. They can't deal with this alone... they desperately need back-up in general, but they also need someone able to seal the rift...

Here's hoping the back-up group gets here sooner than later.

(Note: Again, feel free to NPC demons as much as you'd like. Also, go ahead and make sub-threads here, if folks want to split up to fight demons in different sections of the hall, mix and mingle any way you want! There's plenty of room to spread out! I will also include a thread specifically for magister defeating for anyone to jump in on.)

Edited 2017-05-21 07:12 (UTC)

Demons. It couldn't have gotten much worse, really. It's all felt like some awful repeat of the past, so sure, why not, throw some demons in too? Fenris has definitely had enough at this point.

He activates his Lyrium Ghost state, nearly fading from sight as it goes into effect. With that renewed, he slashes at the closest rage demon, wasting no time in getting his momentum back. He just hopes that help will arrive soon... he's not so sure they can last much longer at this rate.

That call for help is soon answered, in the form of a mage and her mabari. As Garahel charges, Inessa casts Pull of the Abyss to draw any local demons to that central point. That will be followed up with Veilstrike, to knock them down. A promising start, but she's not about to let down her guard.

Church...realizes pretty quickly that he's the only one with a shard in this whole thing, and there's no time to call for any other backup. Shit, they're not supposed to be able to pain laser a rift closed by themselves, but...what the fuck else is he gonna do, sit on his god damn thumbs?

He just has to get close enough first. Church has no magic and no super special video game abilities. He just has his sword. And the little shield from his shard. Well, that's one super special video game ability, but c'mon, does that really count? "Cover me," he orders, even if he's in no position to really order anyone for shit, moving in. Any demons of reasonable size in his way he'll take a slash at, but he wants to save his energy if he can to maneuver as close to the rift as he can.

Fenris had almost thought they wouldn't be able to reach anyone... that the distress call would fail entirely. He's deeply relieved when he sees the others incoming to join them. That feeling is even better when he notices the glowing green shard in one of their hands. What a relief... now there's a chance to close that rift. He finds himself feeling very renewed as he lunges to strike at the nearest demon.

There's no time to thank anyone right this moment though. That'll come later.

For now, to deal with the problem at hand. Demons are all over the place, and the rifter needs to get through. The only good part at the moment? Is that even the magister is preoccupied by the demons too, in all of this chaos.

"Right! Do as he says!" Fenris immediately phases once more into his eerie, glowing ghostly state as he slashes at the nearest demons, trying to draw and keep their attention.

"On it!" Inessa gestures for Garahel to do just that, the large mabari bounding over to attract any demons' attention away from Church and toward him. He's protected by the barrier Inessa cast, and thus reassured she turns her attention to finishing off what demons remain nearby. Whatever demon nearest Church that isn't distracted by Garahel will be hit with a Misdirection Hex.

Oh cool, that actually worked. He doesn't care what Araceli fears, sometimes it's good to be a Rifter. Doesn't mean this is going to suck any less. Church maneuvers around the hexed demon--he could waste time fighting, or he can close it now so more don't show up. It sucks as a choice, but the choice is clear.

Also clear is a patch through the bad guys and demons enough that he's close enough to do this. Or try to do this. So long as they watch his back. Y'know, so he doesn't get stabbed in it. He'd prefer not getting stabbed in the back. Or the front. Or at all, if it can be helped. He steadies himself, feet planted, takes a breath, and raises his hand. The bolt of green from it is a familiar shock to the system; he just hopes it's enough.

If he were told before all of this that he had to rely on a person from another world with a magical glowing hand... Fenris would have scorned the idea on principle. He's still not sure how he feels about the matter of people falling from the sky. But they've gradually proven themselves not to be demons, which is the important thing here. They didn't ask for the shards, similar to his own power.

The distractions seem to be doing their job so far... but will it be enough? Fenris slashes at demons one by one, confusing them as his swift ghostly form moves around them.

There's a sudden surge of power as the rift reacts to the shard's energy slamming into it... that surge bursts out toward the demons, stunning them for a moment. The rift isn't quite closed- yet- but it appears that this is making a difference already. Another round or two ought to take it out... right? So he hopes. He's never seen a rift sealed before, only heard about it.

"They're weakened..." He stabs eagerly toward the nearest terror demon, watching it fade away after a couple of blows. But, of course, the stunned moment ends soon enough... and more demons burst through, already on the attack, sparing no one in the group. Fenris groans as a rage demon's fiery attack blazes at him. "We must buy him more time!"

"Then we will!" Inessa only had time to set down an array of ice mines in front of herself before the demons snapped out of it and more appeared. She lures them towards her with a few blasts from her staff, only for the mines to be tripped and encase the nearest ones in ice. Garahel leaps at those who managed to escape that fate, keeping them focused on the large mabari and not the rifter with the shard.

The snap of power zaps his hand as surely as anything else, and he pulls back with a yelp. Better for him to pick up and move, ducking out of the way of a demon still shaking off the stun before slamming his sword into it. Sometimes it's hard to keep track of the chaos, but he sees where people are generally aiming to get their traps and distractions going and sets himself back up, rooting himself back to the floor for another mano y mano round with the rift. Just a little more.

Fenris focuses on the demons nearby, slashing, whirling and striking again and again. All the while, he's taking care to draw the demons away from the area of the rift... moving purposefully to draw their attention. He cries out to taunt them, using this ability to urge them further toward him. As his sword sinks into another, he sees it shudder and fade away. A terror demon takes that moment to attack, hitting him hard. Staggering, Fenris growls and hits it in return.

The rift is again affected by the shard's energy, pulsing as it hits. It's not fully closing yet... but it definitely wavers more as Fenris takes down another demon. Right... if they want this thing closed, they need these demons gone. "We must finish them all off! Hurry!" He uses his Second Wind ability to boost his fighting, regaining some much-needed stamina. Another demon is soon gone after that... he's just got one very angry rage demon to finish off now.

Just after Fenris is struck, Inessa responds with a healing spell. She can't afford to have him drop while faced with such stakes, after all. Then she turns her attention to the demons rushing her and smirks as they become encased by ice. Stonefist shatters one, and the rest are bombarded with energy from her staff before they can respond. Ice flies everywhere, forcing Inessa to shield her face with her arm.

"Guys...guys, I don't want to alarm anyone, but if we could pick up the--"

He sinks heavily to a knee, weakness striking him as slow and draining as the rift is closing. "Oof. The pace. Pick up--" Church pulls his hand away from the rift again, only to put up his small glowing shield of energy. Ice particles thwack against it, bouncing or otherwise sliding to the floor. "Nice," he says about the shattered ice show with a tired, lopsided smile.

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Calanthus bids a hasty retreat up the stairs. Fenris has been keeping an eye on him throughout the battle, trying to maneuver closer to his position the whole time. When Fenris sees him heading off toward the main chamber at the top, he takes off after him.

"Fasta vass! This is the end of you and your kind!"

Although Calanthus makes an attempt to barricade the door, it's no match for an enraged warrior, even one who's battle-worn. Fenris slams into the door, bashing it open as he steadies himself with his large sword in hand. He stalks slowly toward the cornered magister.

Ellana doesn't think it's a good idea to let Fenris take on the magister alone, so she rushes off after him in time to see the door break apart. She lets Fenris enter and takes in the layout of the room before setting down a fire mine on one side of Calanthus, blocking his escape that way.

"I've got the door covered!" she calls, both so Fenris knows who set the spell, and knows that this man isn't getting past her.

Sending Garahel up the stairs, Inessa follows as soon as possible, blurring ahead on waves of magic. She pops into place just as the fire mine is set, and Garahel without needing to be told is a big, muscular barrier wherever he needs to be. For Inessa's part, she taps into her necromancy talent and casts Terror. Whether it will hold for long, she's not certain, but the Grey Warden mage hopes that Fenris gets some satisfaction from seeing its effect on the magister.

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.

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