No followup with Danika or Samuel, @EWillden?
If not that is okay, I'm still getting my next post up and running anyhow.
If not that is okay, I'm still getting my next post up and running anyhow.
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I'm still setting up the next part but its been about a week since my last addition to the RP with no IC replies from anyone which the part requires.
@Mistress Dizzy
@Silver Fox
@Kitsune
@Hawlin
Anything going on guys?
@Mistress Dizzy
@Silver Fox
@Kitsune
@Hawlin
Anything going on guys?
There are a handful of good deities out there who have Zealous Clerics.
...Even more reason to have a list of them all XD
I will have to add deities to that cast list pretty soon....
Yup... Right now Pelor or Pelonor as i have strangely been calling him, has taken involvement in Hugh's life. Plus one more deity who is currently got a eye on Ellis. People will know him once he pops in too.
That would actually be very helpful.
I've been since using Pelor from his original D&D name and wasn't sure if they was his name here as well or if it was Pelnor. if its the latter than I have some editing to do. Plus I've been using him as Sergei's deity he commonly preaches to whcih I am still assuming is the right diety a zealous cleric would pray to.
<Snipped quote by ShiningSector>
night :)
Thanks,
Peace out
Wrapping up my own piece - that took less time than I thought.
Hurray! Its 4th of July-I'm going to bed
Hurray! Its 4th of July-I'm going to bed
The smokescreen seemed to have worked for the Inquisitor as no one had followed him into one of the alleyways. Traces of the powder stained his robes and armor due to being at the epicenter of the smoke bomb's detonation. Though normally he would find his attire being ruined as irritable sort of thing but now it had its benefits. For one thing, the soot had darkened the bright red and gold colors of his outfit making conveniently unrecognizable until closely inspected. The magic dampening effects of the powder also would have made tracking extremely difficult for the time being. Not that it mattered so much as he was capable of establishing the same hindrance but for the most part, this would make him less obvious.
Now that his efforts were being purposely interrupted, Sergei needed to rethink his approach with the investigation. With the warehouse evidence literally burnt up, he was sure the secured stock the guards he had transporting was next. Obviously this painted a bad picture, especially for the unaware guards. The Inquisitor hurried through the back alleys, hoping it was not too late; but he was sure he already was.
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Navigating the less populated pathways and corridors proved more of a challenge than Sergei had expected. Much of the areas were not very well developed with construction plywood and stone littered on the ground left unattended, years even. If I was a master carpenter, I would be furious with such lack of progress or maintenance thought Sergei as he made his way through the rubble. If he had any more power, he would have re-order the continued development of the entire neighborhood. Well technically he did but it was through intimidation which didn't really look good on an executive request form.
After he making his way out and stepping into the shortcut road, the Inquisitor came upon a grisly scene before him. In front of him were four guards lying on the ground and terribly burned. The wares they had been transporting on his orders had been destroyed with the smoldering remains scattered everywhere on the ground. He had hoped the local monastery would have been able help determine a lead in his investigation before the eventual purification of the idols but that too had gone up in flames. Sergei looked over the bodies one by one, curing and wishing they could have taken a more open route that would have made such an attack seem less likely due to so many potential witnesses in the way. Then again with all things considered, the guards may have forced to head this way due to high civilian traffic or probably road blocks given the amount of organization involved he has been seeing thus far.
Three of the men were dead, burned by demonic fire beyond all recognition but one fellow was still holding on but soon that would change very soon. The man's injuries were dire with evident signs of harsh burns everywhere but not in the exact intensity as with the others as if the intent was to keep him barely alive. Sergei's natural frown contorted into anger; this was a message directed towards him. Sergei growled as he slammed his meaty fist into the ground, knowing he was responsible for this. Had he been the escort, the attackers would have stood little chance but his decision to split the tasks up into someone's else's hands as he perused his personal agenda had costed the live of three soldiers with a forth soon to mark the tally. The guilt nagged at him but even he knew what was done was done and he'll have to simply own up to that.
The man was noticeably breathing heavily and probably not even conscious; he probably did't even realize an Inquisitor was right beside him. Sergei pressed his left palm into the soldier's chest, channeling his healing magic through the man's burned and warped body. Given the damage that was done to him, the patrol guard was beyond saving through healing artes. It was possibly to resurrect him but the magic required to not only heal him but to sew his soul back into his body was at an immense cost, one that would require the trading of positions. The man clearly deserved it but the Inquisitor could not comply with such an act. It was not out of greed for retaining his own life but it was the necessity to avenge these fallen men of duty and personally burn the ones responsible for their deaths at the stake, preferably in public to make their demises and example.
"Do not mistake this act of mine to save you." Sergei said to the man whom was regaining some consciousness, "You are beyond my power as you have faced the full blunt of evil's edge. You have not long to live...I am going to hunt the ones who did this to you and make them accept the full payment of their actions. Tell me what you saw."
The guard stared back with despair in his face and his mouth shuddering as he took in the Inquisitor's words. Tears poured from the man's scarred face knowing his fate had been decided without his consent but eventually he spoke, "M-m'Lord...It w-w-was a hound, ah, Hellhound...The b-beast murdered ever-r-ryone...Burned everything...A...Avenge..."
Sergei was a tad surprised the guard was able to muster all the physical strength he had to grasp the Inquisitor's shoulder. With the man's last breath, he slowly became limb and motionless, his face frozen in place and his skin finally cold. The Inquisitor looked down briefly, murmuring a prayer for the guard and his comrade's safe passing. After a sigh he took to his feet and observed the carnage one more time before raising his warhammer to the evening sky. Channeling his magic though weapon, he casted a small ball of fire into the evening sky that eventually detonated into a mild pop. It was a makeshift signal to the other patrolmen to converge on his position. He preferred to have the men properly dealt with with by their own; he had done enough as is.
Once again he had come across yet another setback, this time at the cost of lives other than his own. This further proved how serious and viscous this organization were willing to take things, especially with the summoning of a Hellhound...Perhaps more. But now the Inquisitor was steamed and filled with guilt fueled rage now converting into a boiling surge of righteous wrath. To many times has this group interfered with his own designs and now he was taking this personal. Whether it had been intentional or not, Sergei was handed the ammunition he needed to wage an all out war. A purge was coming and he was sure to be the one leading the mobs into eventual hunt.
Now that his efforts were being purposely interrupted, Sergei needed to rethink his approach with the investigation. With the warehouse evidence literally burnt up, he was sure the secured stock the guards he had transporting was next. Obviously this painted a bad picture, especially for the unaware guards. The Inquisitor hurried through the back alleys, hoping it was not too late; but he was sure he already was.
---
Navigating the less populated pathways and corridors proved more of a challenge than Sergei had expected. Much of the areas were not very well developed with construction plywood and stone littered on the ground left unattended, years even. If I was a master carpenter, I would be furious with such lack of progress or maintenance thought Sergei as he made his way through the rubble. If he had any more power, he would have re-order the continued development of the entire neighborhood. Well technically he did but it was through intimidation which didn't really look good on an executive request form.
After he making his way out and stepping into the shortcut road, the Inquisitor came upon a grisly scene before him. In front of him were four guards lying on the ground and terribly burned. The wares they had been transporting on his orders had been destroyed with the smoldering remains scattered everywhere on the ground. He had hoped the local monastery would have been able help determine a lead in his investigation before the eventual purification of the idols but that too had gone up in flames. Sergei looked over the bodies one by one, curing and wishing they could have taken a more open route that would have made such an attack seem less likely due to so many potential witnesses in the way. Then again with all things considered, the guards may have forced to head this way due to high civilian traffic or probably road blocks given the amount of organization involved he has been seeing thus far.
Three of the men were dead, burned by demonic fire beyond all recognition but one fellow was still holding on but soon that would change very soon. The man's injuries were dire with evident signs of harsh burns everywhere but not in the exact intensity as with the others as if the intent was to keep him barely alive. Sergei's natural frown contorted into anger; this was a message directed towards him. Sergei growled as he slammed his meaty fist into the ground, knowing he was responsible for this. Had he been the escort, the attackers would have stood little chance but his decision to split the tasks up into someone's else's hands as he perused his personal agenda had costed the live of three soldiers with a forth soon to mark the tally. The guilt nagged at him but even he knew what was done was done and he'll have to simply own up to that.
The man was noticeably breathing heavily and probably not even conscious; he probably did't even realize an Inquisitor was right beside him. Sergei pressed his left palm into the soldier's chest, channeling his healing magic through the man's burned and warped body. Given the damage that was done to him, the patrol guard was beyond saving through healing artes. It was possibly to resurrect him but the magic required to not only heal him but to sew his soul back into his body was at an immense cost, one that would require the trading of positions. The man clearly deserved it but the Inquisitor could not comply with such an act. It was not out of greed for retaining his own life but it was the necessity to avenge these fallen men of duty and personally burn the ones responsible for their deaths at the stake, preferably in public to make their demises and example.
"Do not mistake this act of mine to save you." Sergei said to the man whom was regaining some consciousness, "You are beyond my power as you have faced the full blunt of evil's edge. You have not long to live...I am going to hunt the ones who did this to you and make them accept the full payment of their actions. Tell me what you saw."
The guard stared back with despair in his face and his mouth shuddering as he took in the Inquisitor's words. Tears poured from the man's scarred face knowing his fate had been decided without his consent but eventually he spoke, "M-m'Lord...It w-w-was a hound, ah, Hellhound...The b-beast murdered ever-r-ryone...Burned everything...A...Avenge..."
Sergei was a tad surprised the guard was able to muster all the physical strength he had to grasp the Inquisitor's shoulder. With the man's last breath, he slowly became limb and motionless, his face frozen in place and his skin finally cold. The Inquisitor looked down briefly, murmuring a prayer for the guard and his comrade's safe passing. After a sigh he took to his feet and observed the carnage one more time before raising his warhammer to the evening sky. Channeling his magic though weapon, he casted a small ball of fire into the evening sky that eventually detonated into a mild pop. It was a makeshift signal to the other patrolmen to converge on his position. He preferred to have the men properly dealt with with by their own; he had done enough as is.
Once again he had come across yet another setback, this time at the cost of lives other than his own. This further proved how serious and viscous this organization were willing to take things, especially with the summoning of a Hellhound...Perhaps more. But now the Inquisitor was steamed and filled with guilt fueled rage now converting into a boiling surge of righteous wrath. To many times has this group interfered with his own designs and now he was taking this personal. Whether it had been intentional or not, Sergei was handed the ammunition he needed to wage an all out war. A purge was coming and he was sure to be the one leading the mobs into eventual hunt.
Old man inquisitor is dealing with heretical cultist BS while everyone is ricocheting drama all over the place...tch, kids these days.
I feel so left out, I need to end my shift faster. =-=
I feel so left out, I need to end my shift faster. =-=
*has had a very satisfying breakfast*
I feel I had rushed the last segment of the post...though it was me against clock to work.
I won...by a minute. @-@
Sergei had been walking for some time, scouring the streets of Zaphere, using the dark resonance radiating from the idol he carried as a means to locate any hint of a demonic aura. So far his searching had yet to produce any results and no reaction from the evil spirit from within the small statue had manifested. He figured it was his own opposing aura sedating the phantom from making any personal actions. But for sure if there was a source likes its own, it would naturally call out and unintentionally give the Inquisitor a direction to take.
Thinking more about the incident an hour ago, Sergei pondered upon the developments that had took place that lead to the merchant's "assassination". He has since developed new theories about the event such as the spider's origin's being otherworldly; another feasible fact that conferring to the notes on his tome had confirmed the likely possibility. A minor summoning ritual would have been discreet and all that was necessary to summon that foul arachnid to murder a valuable source of information. Other ideas came to mind but every single one eventually dictated the logical conclusion that some form of shadowy operation was present. But was the intent?
After awaiting a caravan to move their load on by and out of the way, the Inquisitor crossed the cobblestone road, walking into the shifting flow of bustling civilians going about their business. From under his hood, the Inquisitor had eyed every person suspiciously who walked by him. Since an murder to conceal crucial evidence had taken place, it was clear that this organization was coordinated and knew the need to cut out the liabilities to ensure confidentiality and cover over their assets. Though the merchant may have had some relationship with this shady group, it was not a very strong once and only severed some mundane purpose.
Was it funds? Maybe, but idols were obviously not in high demand unless they were based on some recent famous figure or claimed to have guaranteed good luck and riches; the one he carried however was hardly considered impressive in design with the female figure being hardly recognizable and the demon dwelling within gifted the opposite effect with evil possessions. He figured the income was lowly moderate and perhaps not substantial. Had the idols been the buzz of the town...Suffice to say, there would hardly be a town left after he burns it to the ground in a heretic hunt...But perhaps that was virtually the goal.
Maybe it wasn't a lowly task but a tactical one. Multiple discreet possessions through careful organization would have made a sleeper army of demons valid. The thought was heinous as it was terrifying and further made the overall plot make absolute sense. What it really what this organization as really planning? A demonic takeover of the city? The questions piled in but no answer to address them all. He had to find the evidence. He needed the source supply of the demon-infused goods. He needed a Pelordamned confession.
Suddenly, the spiritual pressure from the idol spiked and tugged Westward; the phantom was reaching out to a concentrated source of negative energy. "Finally." the Inquisitor grunted before hurrying his pace towards the direction of the spiritual disturbance. Turning the corner while pacing through one of the alleyways as a shortcut, Sergei had come across a series of warehouses all lined up into organized rows. He figured that it simply the local storage facilities used by the merchants, guilds, and other parties. He felt the demon tugging again, confirming this was the right location. Before he could take another step, a surge of negative spiritual energy could be felt radiating from one of the warehouses. The number of pulses in the wavelength indicated the casting of a spell...A powerful one.
"Damnation!" the Inquisitor broke into a dash, attempting to intercept the caster before the spell could complete its chant.
It probably didn't help that his Inquisitorial equipment slowed him down, especially the large shield he carried with him at all times and the warhammer used to channel his magical powers. There was also the armor he carried too to protect him against the dark arts too. But his body has had decade to adapt to his armored attire and could naturally move in it; he hoped that would be enough. Just as he reached the door to the warehouse the spell was radiating from, he felt the handle on the door had become excessively hot, even glowing as if it about to melt.
Then the last pulse of the spell cam with a chest feeling boom and subsided.
"Shit."
Cunning and natural instincts influenced the Inquisitor, having him leap into a dive just as the main entrance exploded into a torrent of fire torching the back wall of another facility. The explosive had left persistent ring in his hear as his mind became aware of what transpired. Getting back on his feet, he could see the warehouse had been disemboweled and scorched beyond all comprehension. Shifting though the burnt and still burning heaps of structural wood and stone, Sergei could identify the remains of a lab, clear used for minor summonings going by the engravings. The facility also was used to store a arsenal of cursed items, including a proportional stock of idols like the one he carried. However everything had been destroyed and so where the spirits infused with them.
Eyeing the wreckage, Sergei could safely agree this was yet another attempt to dispose of any evidence. It appeared that the organization was simply cutting all ties and wasting many potential resources in the process. Simply re-purposing the cursed items into other uses would make sense indefinitely but this? This was erasing one more trail that lead to this group of heretics and it was now becoming excessive. It was almost as if they were running from something or keeping crucial evidence out of someones hand; someone like him.
Sergei then began to feel the dreaded realization that the actions began to take place just as he found out about the selling of cursed items. He himself was being tracked; watched and observed. Someone clearly did not want him investigating into any of this heretical business and just declared war against him and his endeavors to flush them out. Now that it was a known fact that he was being tracked and usurped at every turn, Sergei now had to act discreetly and less out of the open if he's going to pin down this group. As irritating as it was, he wished this organization would be more open in challenging his new found mission rather than using such sneaky and devious tactics.
Reaching into one of his internal robe pockets, his hand produced a small black ball of swirling ebony gases. If he was to leave now in plain sight he would be tracked once more another lead would be risked being destroyed. He was unsure as to how many assets his opposition retained but he was sure that Not all of it was not expendable and had legitimate uses towards their grand designs. Eventfully there would be no where else for them to run to. But for now, he had to jump of the trail and into hiding so he may investigate without any eyes upon him.
Casting a small spell within the hand that held the black orb, a mixture of heat and magic collided, detonating the ball into a instant flash before concealing the entire area into a sea of black mist. The gases were not poisonous but the haze heavily restricted sight and magical abilities. For a brief time, he would be able to escape and resume his investigations in secret. It was not the course of action he wished to take but it became necessary one.
Thinking more about the incident an hour ago, Sergei pondered upon the developments that had took place that lead to the merchant's "assassination". He has since developed new theories about the event such as the spider's origin's being otherworldly; another feasible fact that conferring to the notes on his tome had confirmed the likely possibility. A minor summoning ritual would have been discreet and all that was necessary to summon that foul arachnid to murder a valuable source of information. Other ideas came to mind but every single one eventually dictated the logical conclusion that some form of shadowy operation was present. But was the intent?
After awaiting a caravan to move their load on by and out of the way, the Inquisitor crossed the cobblestone road, walking into the shifting flow of bustling civilians going about their business. From under his hood, the Inquisitor had eyed every person suspiciously who walked by him. Since an murder to conceal crucial evidence had taken place, it was clear that this organization was coordinated and knew the need to cut out the liabilities to ensure confidentiality and cover over their assets. Though the merchant may have had some relationship with this shady group, it was not a very strong once and only severed some mundane purpose.
Was it funds? Maybe, but idols were obviously not in high demand unless they were based on some recent famous figure or claimed to have guaranteed good luck and riches; the one he carried however was hardly considered impressive in design with the female figure being hardly recognizable and the demon dwelling within gifted the opposite effect with evil possessions. He figured the income was lowly moderate and perhaps not substantial. Had the idols been the buzz of the town...Suffice to say, there would hardly be a town left after he burns it to the ground in a heretic hunt...But perhaps that was virtually the goal.
Maybe it wasn't a lowly task but a tactical one. Multiple discreet possessions through careful organization would have made a sleeper army of demons valid. The thought was heinous as it was terrifying and further made the overall plot make absolute sense. What it really what this organization as really planning? A demonic takeover of the city? The questions piled in but no answer to address them all. He had to find the evidence. He needed the source supply of the demon-infused goods. He needed a Pelordamned confession.
Suddenly, the spiritual pressure from the idol spiked and tugged Westward; the phantom was reaching out to a concentrated source of negative energy. "Finally." the Inquisitor grunted before hurrying his pace towards the direction of the spiritual disturbance. Turning the corner while pacing through one of the alleyways as a shortcut, Sergei had come across a series of warehouses all lined up into organized rows. He figured that it simply the local storage facilities used by the merchants, guilds, and other parties. He felt the demon tugging again, confirming this was the right location. Before he could take another step, a surge of negative spiritual energy could be felt radiating from one of the warehouses. The number of pulses in the wavelength indicated the casting of a spell...A powerful one.
"Damnation!" the Inquisitor broke into a dash, attempting to intercept the caster before the spell could complete its chant.
It probably didn't help that his Inquisitorial equipment slowed him down, especially the large shield he carried with him at all times and the warhammer used to channel his magical powers. There was also the armor he carried too to protect him against the dark arts too. But his body has had decade to adapt to his armored attire and could naturally move in it; he hoped that would be enough. Just as he reached the door to the warehouse the spell was radiating from, he felt the handle on the door had become excessively hot, even glowing as if it about to melt.
Then the last pulse of the spell cam with a chest feeling boom and subsided.
"Shit."
Cunning and natural instincts influenced the Inquisitor, having him leap into a dive just as the main entrance exploded into a torrent of fire torching the back wall of another facility. The explosive had left persistent ring in his hear as his mind became aware of what transpired. Getting back on his feet, he could see the warehouse had been disemboweled and scorched beyond all comprehension. Shifting though the burnt and still burning heaps of structural wood and stone, Sergei could identify the remains of a lab, clear used for minor summonings going by the engravings. The facility also was used to store a arsenal of cursed items, including a proportional stock of idols like the one he carried. However everything had been destroyed and so where the spirits infused with them.
Eyeing the wreckage, Sergei could safely agree this was yet another attempt to dispose of any evidence. It appeared that the organization was simply cutting all ties and wasting many potential resources in the process. Simply re-purposing the cursed items into other uses would make sense indefinitely but this? This was erasing one more trail that lead to this group of heretics and it was now becoming excessive. It was almost as if they were running from something or keeping crucial evidence out of someones hand; someone like him.
Sergei then began to feel the dreaded realization that the actions began to take place just as he found out about the selling of cursed items. He himself was being tracked; watched and observed. Someone clearly did not want him investigating into any of this heretical business and just declared war against him and his endeavors to flush them out. Now that it was a known fact that he was being tracked and usurped at every turn, Sergei now had to act discreetly and less out of the open if he's going to pin down this group. As irritating as it was, he wished this organization would be more open in challenging his new found mission rather than using such sneaky and devious tactics.
Reaching into one of his internal robe pockets, his hand produced a small black ball of swirling ebony gases. If he was to leave now in plain sight he would be tracked once more another lead would be risked being destroyed. He was unsure as to how many assets his opposition retained but he was sure that Not all of it was not expendable and had legitimate uses towards their grand designs. Eventfully there would be no where else for them to run to. But for now, he had to jump of the trail and into hiding so he may investigate without any eyes upon him.
Casting a small spell within the hand that held the black orb, a mixture of heat and magic collided, detonating the ball into a instant flash before concealing the entire area into a sea of black mist. The gases were not poisonous but the haze heavily restricted sight and magical abilities. For a brief time, he would be able to escape and resume his investigations in secret. It was not the course of action he wished to take but it became necessary one.
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