Hekazu

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

Grug took his time getting the horse to rise into the unfamiliar terrain. To be fair, he himself was a bit nervous about it, how he would hold up with the rumoured speed of such a vessel. But it was more or less the only way they could progress. Anything else would be woefully slow, especially now that they had spent as much time as they had to simply make their way here. Yet finally the animal ascended the ramp into the metal ship and he was pointed to some faux stable in a nearby corner. He looked at Fionn, the horse, the wagon and then at Fionn again. Everything? Just the horse? What was he going for?

That would be solved in short order, but it seemed the mage wanted to take the elf on a tour around the ship. Surely he had realised Grug was too frail to consider such a thing, so if they were to go he would simply retreat into his home and spend some time in concentration. It did seem to him as if Fionn was avoiding him whenever he did not have anything to directly add into the discussion at hand. That was not new to him, nor was it even unexpected. Few people dealt with Orcs willingly, even fewer considered the kind their friends.

In the confines of his wagon, he set up an incense and breathed in its fumes. He would need to take another look beyond the Veil, just to be sure. He unwrapped the crystal from its travel proofing by tugging open the knot that held all of it together. Such a pain to set up with one hand, but so very easy to break open again. Now... now he would focus. He had no knowledge of how long this journey would take. It might even be he would not have time to gaze properly. But that would remain to be seen.

@CoyoteLovely@Silvan Haven

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

We have received a promise of a post tomorrow. I still would like to state that the 4 days being the upper bounds is not there to be taken between every post if plausible. I would much prefer keeping the RP moving at the fastest possible pace.

*The Space-Bar ~ A Virtual Tavern ~ Always Open*

Duke Virne

His meeting with the returning ambassadors could have gone better. They had failed to follow the most rudimentary security measures and he had had to assign them all to a refresher course. Some on an extended one, one even to retake the whole bloody thing. As for Zelthis, it had been for the best to send him back to the testing labs for safekeeping. The whole thing had left him with a sour mood. All this could have been avoided. Idiots.

He considered his options for spending the rest of the night. He could head on back where he had been, that was surely an option. But then again, he would not want to expose those people to his current state of mind. That was the place where he went when he was happy, to amplify it. No, now would be time for something completely different. When the Fleet had arrived to UFP governed space, the message to make their allegiances clear had not been the only thing they had received. Apparently there was some sort of a virtual reality bar here. Virne smirked and sat back in his chair, letting the interfacing procedure run its course. And not long after, he would be walking through the doors.

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The first thing he noted was that this place felt... real. He knew it was virtual, yet it seemed to know how to exactly react to his sheer mass. He smiled as his steps made an impact against the ground and small quakes extended from him to the surroundings. Promising. Perhaps the rest of it would prove to be as authentic as well. The doors to the Main Floor swung open before him, his grin widening as he realised he didn't even have to duck despite his immense frame. Yes, maybe, just maybe, this place would prove to be worthy of his patronage.

A gaggle of different sorts of folk were currently arguing or debating about something at the bar, a sign stating 'LOOKING FOR WORK OR SOMETHING FUN TO DO' set up next to them. They, or at least the one of them that just collapsed seemed too inebriated to really prove to be worth much to him, however. Besides, he was here to check the place out, not hire outside contractors. Yet. He approached the counter and made his order with a stern, slightly echoing voice: "Tom Collins. Two of. In the same glass, if I may request." In a virtual reality such a request should not prove to be a problem, no?

*The Space-Bar ~ A Virtual Tavern ~ Always Open*

Duke Rexes Virne of Ragnarov Fleet legislative council

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

Post has been edited to include the demise of the draugr 'boss' as approved by @Hank.

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

The shot had been a great success, opening the opposition for further punishment. Yet the enemy was not the only side who would get hurt, for while his focus had been elsewhere one of the draugr had sneaked behind their ranks and taken a swing at an ally. Hector's orders had been simple: Look after the back and already had he fumbled his duty. He forfeit taking hold of his bowstring again and instead drew his axe, the runes glowing in torchlight. Undead were all around, and the axe had been created to strike them down.

Yet it would turn out that the manoeuvre had been redundant, for it was none other than Hector who rushed back to run down the offending draugr, their longsword doing short work of the unliving creature. Lord Vensor felt a pang of shame at his failure, but decided it was for the best to get back into action as soon as possible. He dropped the axe and was about to reach into his quiver as the unfamiliar oppressive feeling the air had cast upon him washed away. Magicka flowed once more and he would take full use of it. Instead of an arrow, he played with a stream of painfully white light between his fingers. He was unsure if any of the fellow adventurers had ever seen a spell quite like the one he was about to release, but as long as they would not panic at its visual effects, all would be good.

The streams coalesced against his palm, forming a ball that appeared even physical. It was not, he could tell, but he still needed a considerable amount of power to crush it under his fingers, the spell seeping into his body and then out of his feet. Faint beams of light dashed across the floor, entering the still standing draugr through their feet and climbing up their bodies. All the wounds on their bodies would soon begin emitting a light not too dissimilar to the blue that shined from their eyes. They looked stronger now, their magical life force so abundantly visible. But looks could be deceiving.

His spell was a simple aura with no effect on anything but the undead, but those that were affected would find their wounds sapping their energy as the powers that keep them moving would slowly seep out. His ability was not nearly high enough to actually harm them in any reasonable amount of time, but they would be unable to recover from wounds that had been and would be inflicted. The constant flow of magicka through him would not be something he could simply shrug off either. It had been active for but seconds and already he could feel his heart beating faster than it had a moment ago. And given he had already exerted himself in combat, that wasn't exactly a good thing. But he had done this for ages. He knew he could take it.

Now his hand reached into the quiver once more, drawing the arrow he had been aiming to do for a fair while now. He set his right foot on his axe as to not let it get lost all the while nocking his arrow on the war bow. He grunted as he drew back the heavy string, keeping his aim somewhat steady in the direction of the three remaining threats. The drunk had joined the fight with the others, though they had not yet had the opportunity to swing their axe. A shame. Perhaps he would need to make the offensive move for him?

Were he not standing on the axe, his form would have been steadier, but then again his target was so very close. It would be an unlikely miss either way... Sjara's fervent chanting of "Victory or Sovngarde!" inspired him to take even further risks and instead of going for a safer shot at the leading creature's torso, he had his sights on the cranium of the being. He was not sure if it was exactly the same with draugr as it was with vampires, but few beings could go on without a head. And now would be time to see if it stood true for these bags of bones and rotten flesh just as well.

Not to his surprise, it very much did. The arrow crashed through the skull of the foe, carving its path all the way through, ripping the decaying tissue apart. What foul magical energy would once have protected the draugr from suffering quite this much damage was muted by the disgraced Lord's aura and the now suddenly frail bone would clatter onto the floor, followed by a relatively silent squish as what the bone had been shielding followed. Last but not least down went the figure itself, accompanied by a relatively loud clang from their sword impacting the floor and echoing through the room. That one was done with, now to deal with the rest...

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Irredeemable
I would like a response from you, after which I'll do one big post which moves things forward for everybody!

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

"Yes, Birbin, magic is magic. Yours is different from mine. That does not make my magic weird", he responded to the short man's flabbergasted 'question'. They did not have the time to drag this discussion on here. Not only because they needed to press onward, but also because he needed his focus on trying to piece together what these ghosts he was detecting were doing.

While his armoured boots clanked against the stone floor of the crypt, following in the unseen footsteps of Wick's aide, he followed the movement of the spiritual beings with great interest. They were oddly docile, not reacting to anything but simply continuing on on their indifferent way. He pushed air through his nostrils audibly and spoke up: "There are ghosts or spirits of similar sort in great numbers here. They seem indifferent, as if defeated before we even raised our weapons. Odd." Beyond that, he didn't figure out anything of it that would be worthy of saying.

The main room was a sight to behold, but now it seemed... abandoned. The light was coming from the doors at the opposite end of the room so he headed towards it, that being their only real direction. It went somewhere and there was light. Answers would lay in said direction, unless all they were to find would only be more questions. But the way to salvation did carve its path through hardships, rather than the simple path. He raised his free hand and reached for the door, intending to open it.

Mechanics&Rolls

Theodore continues concentrating on Detect Evil and Good, now detecting all aberrations, celestials, elementals, fey, fiends, or undead within 30 feet of him, as well as where the creatures are located. Similarly, he knows if there is a place or object within 30 feet of him that has been magically consecrated or desecrated. The spell can penetrate most barriers, but it is blocked by 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt.
He also approaches the door that has been left ajar and through which firelight illuminates part of the tomb.

HP: 35/35 AC: 16 Concentrating: Detect Evil and Good, ??? rounds left (max 60)
Radiant Consumption: Available
Slayer's Eye: Inactive
War Priest: 0/2 uses expended

Spells expended:
1/1 Free Unique
3/3 1st

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

The day's journey progressed like the one they had made to these ruins, though this time with much less people, talking and clattering of gear. Grug would be more than willing to hold up a discussion with any other traveller, but it seemed that Fionn would rather walk than share a seat at the front of the wagon and as for Nakreyya, she would be more than likely to be riding on her Nightmare. Yet with Fionn having made their lack of will to talk as abundantly clear as he had, all that was left was the elf. But she seemed rather apathetic when it came to this. He wouldn't be trying to start a conversation with her, that was for sure.

Eventually they arrived to a meadow that by all means appeared empty. Yet Fionn seemed to know something the others didn't as he ordered them to stop, Grug following the advice by pulling on the reins of his horse, not letting it walk to the open where it so desperately wanted. The animal snorted at him, but in a while that would turn to an almost panicked whinny which he subdued with a quick casting of calming illusory sounds and images, hiding away the scene before the animal. With his focus on that, he would only see the ship once he could cease his concentration on the stunt.

And, well, it was safe to say he had not seen such a thing before his own eyes ever before, yet it was the exact same ship he had seen beyond the Veil. This was what they would use to seek, to secure the future of this land, to save it from the clutches of necromancy. And perhaps, just maybe... he would find his wish along the way. He began guiding his wagon up the ramp, the horse being uneasy at approaching the vessel. But they needed to get in or they would not get anywhere.

@CoyoteLovely@Silvan Haven

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

Grug rubbed his eyes while Nakreyya spoke, stating how 'Anzu' as she called her steed had never really been tamed and they instead had some sort of an understanding. Both had the chance to walk away whenever, but never did. Odd creatures. He tried to move his withered hand and wondered briefly if he should mention Slammy to the two... in the end, there hiding it from them would likely not do any good in the long run.

"The untamed can be dangerous at times. You are not the only one with a companion that understands you, but has a mind of their own. My arm was not always like this", he began to explain, taking the moment to close his eyes and tap his bad arm with his good one before returning it to shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. "We cannot really separate ourselves, but we work together as much as we can. Slammy does not like new people though... they never go to rest without killing once they awaken. It should not kill you first if we ever awaken it, but the risk is there. We can only hope we need not call upon them. I tell you this because I see no reason to hide Slammy's existence. But I repeat, I would rather not call upon it."

Then it came to her response about fate and how there were many reasons to refuse joining forces. There was grave danger ahead, she was correct. That was why they needed to move. But her reasons? She had nothing to lose. That was it. She was staying around them simply because she thought she personally had nothing to lose. Grug spat on the ground at the words, but he would not speak up. He simply handed over his plate to Fionn and began making his way to his wagon. "I will get myself ready for departure. It appears we are in a hurry."

@CoyoteLovely@Silvan Haven