Walking out of inn well rested, Carloseus's attention catches the voice of the fair Cinara.
"Sir Elric, I would like to accompany you to Amn as well. I would like to visit the druid grove near Trademeet." she said.
Instantly he located her, and Sir Elric.
"I will accompany you as well, Sir Elric." he added. Not only did he wish to follow and protect lady Cinara from harm, he also wished to uncover why he found the talisman somewhat familiar.
Overhearing the conversation between Sir Karl and the others, Carloseus quickly took a look at the talisman.
Where do I recognize that craft? he asked himself. He had not seen the specific talisman, but similar curves and the overall style of it he had seen before. He finally decided to rest himself decently, after two days of battle and one of celebration. He left to an inn, paid his room, and slowly wobbled up the stairs. The thought of rest allowed his body to relax, and now it wanted very much to get its rest. So much that he almost fell forward as he made his way. He reached his room, entered, closed and locked the door, walked over and collapsed in it, and stirred no more.
Carloseus catches what is happening, and approaches Phasys. His expression had changed from easy-going and enjoying to stern seriousness. His hand shot to the thieves hand in which Zubin had put the coins, and he squeezed the hand hard over Zubins and the coins dropped back to their original owner.
"Who are you? Why do you steal?! We just fought the hordes of Hell, and you are stealing from those who fought them. Have you no shame, no conscious?" he demanded.
He dragged Phasys away from the crowd, to a more excluded part of the battlefield.
"Just stay out of trouble Zubin, know when to fight and when to fall back. It hurts us more having to help you or to lose you than if you just find enemies you can beat." Carloseus said to Zubin, and drank from the mug given to him, and pats Zubin on the back.
After the mage had fled, Carloseus limped behind the party and emerged to the open and fresh air. The wound he had suffered to his thigh had been healed from the outside, however it would take time for the flesh within and the spiritual forces to heal recover. His arm around his newfound freind Thasador, he was helped out and noticed Krog'osh looking around.
"Krog'osh! You made it!" he exclaimed. It was meant as jest of course, Krog'osh was of a battle-hardened race and was still stronger than himself. He gave the orc a grin and was helped out further. He soon was surrounded by his new friends, though it felt to him as if he had known them for years. Winston, Jarhead, Thasador, Krog'osh, Sarcon, and Mantis all stood close to him, the others he felt loyal to were off taking care of others or performing other such tasks.
They built a large bonfire outside the city walls, and had a resident soldier of the city bring them beer for gold they all contributed. Soon they were drinking and laughing as they shared recountings of the kills they had that battle through their experiences and past experiences. They were exhausted from the long battle, they had not slept much if any, and rest had been hard to have. However now that they were resting, drinking, and laughing they lost memory of sleep. Slowly others joined them, and added their share of entertainment. The city tavern would be filled with the locals, they saw no need to discomfort the city soldiers by having their own section in there.
No, the open battlefield now littered with fallen demons and foes was perfect for their celebration.
Carloseus felt constricted, large swords were not well-adviced in closed areas even in this larger cave. He kept close attention to everyone around him as the party spread out a bit more, careful to not accidentally slice an ally. He noticed Thasador screaming the rear to turn around, the sudden instinct of the assasin to yell an order in such way showed potential of leadership. He dismissed his thought processes to concentrate on the foe before him. Locked in a dance of swords and shower of sparks, the two dueled ferociously. A blade sliced into his thigh, and though the pain was immense he took the opportunity to smite down his enemy. In one downward slash bone flesh and bone could be heard ripping apart, and the two halves fell to either side.
"Cinara!" he yelled as she was looking for some way to help. She was not yet ready as a warrior to take these foes readily, and as healer she could at any point be needed to heal.
Carloseus notices Zubin in danger, and blocks off a beast from attacking the less experienced memeber. He pushes back the beast and slays it quickly after.
"Zubin, go back! We can handle this down here, we still need others above ground!" he yells as steel rang and shouts echoed in the cave. Up ahead he notices a strange figure, not moving but its lips moving. He decides to not engage it, and stand ground and help fight off beasts along with the others and keeping a close eye on Cinara. Not only was she the best healer among them, there were other reasons he wanted her safe.
"I'll go in first." Jumped Carloseus before the dwarf could volunteer. He was far too curious as to this feeling he had, it would have been the smarter thing to let the dwarf go first, but he felt like he had to go first.
"I'll need light, and I don't know enough of the arcane forces to hold illumination long for too long, I know not how long this tunnel is." he said.
Carloseus and Thasador run into the sewers and follow the tracks, quickly catching up with the party already there. They turn around ready for combat only to see the two approaching.
"Any leads? There is a disturbing presence in these sewers, do any of you sense it as well?" he asked.
Carloseus listens, this man's path was much like his own, however he did not need salvating, he wanted to eradicate evil so that it could not do to others what it did to him.
"Excellent! Then may you and I become partners in our effort to stand for the weak, and fight for the light!" he exclaimed. He was blocked by a demon and almost stabbed before he clove the demon in two.
Carloseus notices Thasador, and seeing his own group better fortified by others gathering around the healer, runs after him.
"Thasador! I don't think we've met properly." he said, keeping pace with the assasin. "I am Carloseus, born barbarian from the North. I thank you for saving my life earlier." he says.
A shaman of the demonkin crossed his path, and was quickly cut down due to its exhaustion paired with Carloseus's wrath.
"Anything I can help you with my lady?" he asks. He was hesitant to go back to battle, having tasted her attention. She is about to answer when he sees two demonkin heading straight towards them. Carloseus jumps before them and points a palm at one.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio." he chants, and an orb of freezing air flies at the one to is right, striking it near the shoulder however it spread until the entire body was frozen. Finding the other demon more cautious, Carloseus barraged it with slashes until finally it could not keep up and fell to his large sword. He breathed deeply as the thrill of slaying took him, and shattered the iced demon with a powerful swing. It had taken too much energy for merely two demons, however he wanted there to be no risk of any of the patients or their healer of being harmed.
"I'll stand lookout until everyone is ready again." he says to no particular person.
Carloseus notices the young warrior approaching before he yells for help and falls down. He wastes no time in getting the horribly injured youth to the healer, but feeling guilty for adding to her workload. He stares in admiration as she soothes her patients with her soft voice and touch, then turns his attention to his sword. Filled with energy, he poured what he could into the large blade, using it as a container should he need more energy later. It did not hold much, but enough to get him out of a sticky situation should he come to one.
Carloseus rises, many of his wounds either healed or mostly healed. Cinara looked tired, she had been spending her energies all day keeping the forces healthy, and he had not helped her situation. He bowed respectfully, hinting to more than just respect and admiration before going off to find some food. Soon he returned to the healer and Jarhead, who was in just as bad a condition despite Carloseus doing more fighting and weilding two gigantic blades. With him he brought food for ten others, calling Winston to come and eat. Energy began to fill his body again, and he took his time to allow it to fill him completely before continuing. Off ahead he saw some of the relief force enter the sewers.
"I'm not going in there." he laughed. He knew better than to say such things for fate would find a way to work against it.
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"Sir Elric, I would like to accompany you to Amn as well. I would like to visit the druid grove near Trademeet." she said.
Instantly he located her, and Sir Elric.
"I will accompany you as well, Sir Elric." he added. Not only did he wish to follow and protect lady Cinara from harm, he also wished to uncover why he found the talisman somewhat familiar.
Where do I recognize that craft? he asked himself. He had not seen the specific talisman, but similar curves and the overall style of it he had seen before. He finally decided to rest himself decently, after two days of battle and one of celebration. He left to an inn, paid his room, and slowly wobbled up the stairs. The thought of rest allowed his body to relax, and now it wanted very much to get its rest. So much that he almost fell forward as he made his way. He reached his room, entered, closed and locked the door, walked over and collapsed in it, and stirred no more.
"Who are you? Why do you steal?! We just fought the hordes of Hell, and you are stealing from those who fought them. Have you no shame, no conscious?" he demanded.
He dragged Phasys away from the crowd, to a more excluded part of the battlefield.
"Krog'osh! You made it!" he exclaimed. It was meant as jest of course, Krog'osh was of a battle-hardened race and was still stronger than himself. He gave the orc a grin and was helped out further. He soon was surrounded by his new friends, though it felt to him as if he had known them for years. Winston, Jarhead, Thasador, Krog'osh, Sarcon, and Mantis all stood close to him, the others he felt loyal to were off taking care of others or performing other such tasks.
They built a large bonfire outside the city walls, and had a resident soldier of the city bring them beer for gold they all contributed. Soon they were drinking and laughing as they shared recountings of the kills they had that battle through their experiences and past experiences. They were exhausted from the long battle, they had not slept much if any, and rest had been hard to have. However now that they were resting, drinking, and laughing they lost memory of sleep. Slowly others joined them, and added their share of entertainment. The city tavern would be filled with the locals, they saw no need to discomfort the city soldiers by having their own section in there.
No, the open battlefield now littered with fallen demons and foes was perfect for their celebration.
"Cinara!" he yelled as she was looking for some way to help. She was not yet ready as a warrior to take these foes readily, and as healer she could at any point be needed to heal.
"Zubin, go back! We can handle this down here, we still need others above ground!" he yells as steel rang and shouts echoed in the cave. Up ahead he notices a strange figure, not moving but its lips moving. He decides to not engage it, and stand ground and help fight off beasts along with the others and keeping a close eye on Cinara. Not only was she the best healer among them, there were other reasons he wanted her safe.
"I'll need light, and I don't know enough of the arcane forces to hold illumination long for too long, I know not how long this tunnel is." he said.
"Any leads? There is a disturbing presence in these sewers, do any of you sense it as well?" he asked.
"Excellent! Then may you and I become partners in our effort to stand for the weak, and fight for the light!" he exclaimed. He was blocked by a demon and almost stabbed before he clove the demon in two.
"You certainly are from the far East, what brings you here?" he asks, stabbing a demon before it could bring down its blade over its head.
"Thasador! I don't think we've met properly." he said, keeping pace with the assasin. "I am Carloseus, born barbarian from the North. I thank you for saving my life earlier." he says.
A shaman of the demonkin crossed his path, and was quickly cut down due to its exhaustion paired with Carloseus's wrath.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio." he chants, and an orb of freezing air flies at the one to is right, striking it near the shoulder however it spread until the entire body was frozen. Finding the other demon more cautious, Carloseus barraged it with slashes until finally it could not keep up and fell to his large sword. He breathed deeply as the thrill of slaying took him, and shattered the iced demon with a powerful swing. It had taken too much energy for merely two demons, however he wanted there to be no risk of any of the patients or their healer of being harmed.
"I'll stand lookout until everyone is ready again." he says to no particular person.
"I'm not going in there." he laughed. He knew better than to say such things for fate would find a way to work against it.