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MrXarvox
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This has been an odd and violent day for the party; and the lot of you are exhausted.
The members of the party take turns keeping watch during the night, though the black, metallic smoke billowing from the angels' corpses blocks out the light from Kivver's tower well.
A sudden drop onto a wholly foreign world... a meeting with a god... a quest to restore your sundered worlds... and a huge battle that revealed the weakness of the enemy.
But neither side in this conflict has its hands clean, and that you all know as well.
Kano has a dream tonight...
She wakes up on the side of a hill in a field of cut grass. A storm is coming... a truly monstrous cumulonimbus cloud. It spreads out in all directions and engulfs the sky.
Atop the hill are two figures. One is kneeling, struggling to get to the other, who is holding a broken stick in one hand and has its back turned.
The struggling figure is Zhyanno.
It doesn't look very much like Zhy but Kano just knows it, as one knows things in dreams.
And the figure with the stick... is Mazzak.
Kano calls out to them.
"Zhy! Maz! There's a storm afoot, you two should get off that hill!"
Then there is a flash of lightning, and Kano sees a red eye like a burning coal, set in a shadowed face and surrounded by billowing silver hair. And the lower part of its face... is obscured by a mask...
Kano wakes up in a cold sweat with that image fresh in her mind.
Dawn comes, and the black angel smoke is getting thinner, but when the pile of bodies has been exhausted there are no longer any angels in the air.
A new day has begun...
Kano: "It looks like they've gone for now. First thing we need t' do is get some proper weapons for Mr. Torch and Mr. Norm.
I got a few extra obsidians back in my hut, if it's still there at all.
Next, we need to get out of this area. There's no need for a wise old crone if there ain't a village, so I guess I'm with you lot for the long haul as they say. I've never had time to grieve in my whole life and I won't start now... I can cry when I'm too old to fight."
Kano leads the party to the smashed remains of her hut, and digs at the fallen sod. After a little work and some help from the party members, she lifts the collapsed roof and finds a dusty trapdoor in the floor. Under it is a small rack with 3 swords in it, each looking a great deal like Kano's.
She hands one to Norm and the other to the Torch.
<to norm> "Now you can make yourself useful. It's easy with one of these, you just swing and it cuts 'em. Them angels aren't very keen on darkness, as you've no doubt noticed, and obsidian makes for a great dark blade."
<to the Torch> "this might help if you get in close quarters."
The members of the party take turns keeping watch during the night, though the black, metallic smoke billowing from the angels' corpses blocks out the light from Kivver's tower well.
A sudden drop onto a wholly foreign world... a meeting with a god... a quest to restore your sundered worlds... and a huge battle that revealed the weakness of the enemy.
But neither side in this conflict has its hands clean, and that you all know as well.
Kano has a dream tonight...
She wakes up on the side of a hill in a field of cut grass. A storm is coming... a truly monstrous cumulonimbus cloud. It spreads out in all directions and engulfs the sky.
Atop the hill are two figures. One is kneeling, struggling to get to the other, who is holding a broken stick in one hand and has its back turned.
The struggling figure is Zhyanno.
It doesn't look very much like Zhy but Kano just knows it, as one knows things in dreams.
And the figure with the stick... is Mazzak.
Kano calls out to them.
"Zhy! Maz! There's a storm afoot, you two should get off that hill!"
Then there is a flash of lightning, and Kano sees a red eye like a burning coal, set in a shadowed face and surrounded by billowing silver hair. And the lower part of its face... is obscured by a mask...
Kano wakes up in a cold sweat with that image fresh in her mind.
Dawn comes, and the black angel smoke is getting thinner, but when the pile of bodies has been exhausted there are no longer any angels in the air.
A new day has begun...
Kano: "It looks like they've gone for now. First thing we need t' do is get some proper weapons for Mr. Torch and Mr. Norm.
I got a few extra obsidians back in my hut, if it's still there at all.
Next, we need to get out of this area. There's no need for a wise old crone if there ain't a village, so I guess I'm with you lot for the long haul as they say. I've never had time to grieve in my whole life and I won't start now... I can cry when I'm too old to fight."
Kano leads the party to the smashed remains of her hut, and digs at the fallen sod. After a little work and some help from the party members, she lifts the collapsed roof and finds a dusty trapdoor in the floor. Under it is a small rack with 3 swords in it, each looking a great deal like Kano's.
She hands one to Norm and the other to the Torch.
<to norm> "Now you can make yourself useful. It's easy with one of these, you just swing and it cuts 'em. Them angels aren't very keen on darkness, as you've no doubt noticed, and obsidian makes for a great dark blade."
<to the Torch> "this might help if you get in close quarters."