Warded against Evil
Apr 7, 2014 11:52:22 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 11:52:22 GMT
Once more the stewart companions returned to the city, wet, bedraggled, and badly bruised. Thankfully, no one required much carrying as the Arquendi Treyson, Master D'Cruxis, the Herald Nival, Sir Aric, the Lark of Mhor, and their trusted coterie limped onto the Roadhouse porch to recap their rift walking late last night. Among them, a surgeon, fretted fitfully until dawn broke to peel off the taints of the hellish venture. Upon the light of day (as they'd been out the entire night) a spectacular feat of mysticism occurred. Their surgeon called upon the torrent of holy forces to ward their minds from the evils that may well have followed them home.
Is the Roadhouse in danger? And of Doltanbran and the neighboring Terias? Do evils beyond speaking plague the minds of the heroes who've taken it upon themselves to literally delve into the gut of the Abyss? What will happen if their metal fortifications crumble against the vile taints?!
Now they speak of their return to that wretched place, do they go to consort with Deamons and Nurgullites, or is it even possible that anything good can be accomplished in that filthy rift?
Riftwalkers… they've begun to be called… Riftwalkers.
Is the Roadhouse in danger? And of Doltanbran and the neighboring Terias? Do evils beyond speaking plague the minds of the heroes who've taken it upon themselves to literally delve into the gut of the Abyss? What will happen if their metal fortifications crumble against the vile taints?!
Now they speak of their return to that wretched place, do they go to consort with Deamons and Nurgullites, or is it even possible that anything good can be accomplished in that filthy rift?
Riftwalkers… they've begun to be called… Riftwalkers.
