Aurelius (
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knightsoflegend2015-03-05 08:20 pm
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romania ♔ in the end of the night i can feel you breathe

♬ Night - Zola Jesus
WHO || Willow, Paige, Nathan, Henry, Aurelius, Dovan [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights travel to Romania to investigate a mysterious, magical fog
WHERE || Romania
WHEN || April 11th [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.
February in Romania isn't very comfortable, so hopefully everyone bundled up for this little trip into the countryside. The appearance of a mysterious bank of fog into which several locals have gone inexplicably missing upon entering, has caused Wynn to speculate that it might be connected to the mist that appears when the Veil brings people from other worlds. Could this be the first instance of a door going the other way? If so, here's hoping it's a round trip...

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His voice is dripping with a mixture of sarcasm and sass as he responds to Nathan: ] You know, I was just thinking the same thing.
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Maybe they're... nice cultists?
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[This is the work of a powerful necromantic relic, the Liber Blaspheme. There are several such scrolls, all are copes of an original excerpt from The Book of the Damned.]
[Paige knows the specifics of the ritual: It creates a monstrous undead of terrifying power. That creature carries a powerful necromantic plague, which affects anything it touches and spreads like wildfire. She also knows it is a ritual that can only be performed on a loved one...]
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That priest is in there, but... This really doesn't look good. Apocalypty levels of not good.
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Her eyes go wide as recognition sets in and she slinks back to the ground, looking like she might burst from fretting, if not from the headache she's now sporting.] Oh no, no, no... That's very, very bad necromancy. If he manages to pull that off, things are gonna get even worse around here.
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[Like hopefully not bring the church collapsing down on their heads...]
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[ after waiting for his teammates to get out of the way, he pulls out a frag grenade, throws it inside through the window, and with an action point ... nat 20s the attack????? so i guess it goes off in a 20 ft radius which is probably contained within that entire room??? and does 22 slashing damage to anything within the room. ref save 15 to half.]
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[Suddenly, something begins to smash it's way from the wreckage of the house. Something powerful. A creature erupts from the ruins - a corpse seemingly surgically modified by the lunatic priest. Skeletally thin, the arms are too-long, and it's head is wide and wedge-shaped, with a mouth that swings open to inhuman levels, revealing teeth that glitter like shards of black, steaming ice. While the explosion likely killed the mad priest Danovich, it would seem whatever is left of his Son won't be returned to the earth so easily.]
[To compound matters, the low din of moans and groans begins to drown out the buzzing in their ears. That huge explosion has drawn the attention of most of the walking dead in the town, now shambling their way towards the remains of the old church. As the dust is still settling, the Blaspheme stands over the remains of the church, glaring at them. Their blood runs cold, as it somehow chokes out broken speech:] Pa... pa... [Then it utters an inhuman wail, and rushes towards them;]
[Init Plurk going up, but: Roll20 Link][Image of the Battlefield.]
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