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Post by frozendm on Sept 8, 2016 23:39:12 GMT -6
As Metina's attack let loose the final specter felt an arrow fly through it's frame leaving nothing but smoke and ashes in it's wake. The specters that had appeared so suddenly had just as quickly been vanquished. The only thing remaining was a slow rumble of fog that was cascading over the graves that surrounded them. If anything the fog seemed to grow thicker as the specters were dispatched.
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Post by alithia on Sept 9, 2016 9:52:40 GMT -6
As the spectors fell, Alithia notched another arrow in anticipation. "After that I really don't think they're after our bodies. So my opinion is that we get the hell out of here," she said, turning to her companions and straining her senses to see and hear through the rising fog.
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Post by bobfox0527 on Sept 11, 2016 5:34:37 GMT -6
Metina looked to the ranger and nods as she says, "I quite agree. I don't want to have to stay here and keep fighting these things. And, with the fog flying thick and low, we may lose more visibility. I would still like to follow after the grave diggers... See what other information we can find."
Metina looks around the group for answers and her eyes land on the male human, to find a decent bit of his essense gone, so she asks, "would you be able to make the journey or... Is that a wound that needs to be healed?" Her own small loss not taking her notice at the moment, still in the midst of possible battle with her adrenaline pumping.
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Post by nightmarecrow on Sept 11, 2016 9:47:06 GMT -6
Blair turns to the others as the last specter dissipates, and walks towards them. "I had t he same thought when they arrived. Our bodies have been here for an unknown time, but it wasn't until we appeared in this form that they came." She notices some of the others had taken damage after Metina mentions healing. "I know I mentioned healing before, but we should really think about that first. With my current bond to Levenrog I am only able to heal twice a day, and not to mention we don't know what effect mortal healing would have on our current forms."
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Post by shima on Sept 13, 2016 7:10:32 GMT -6
It didn't take long to confirm that, at least for now, they'd dispatched all of the spirits nearby, and though she didn't put her staff away Shima's grip loosened on it, her attention turning to her injury. She was no stranger to bandages wounds and other sorts of first aid but she was completely uncertain of what to do about this. She certainly felt fatigued... but how did one heal a ghost? Was her transparacy something that would get worse if left alone? Like a wound unbandaged and bleeding out? Or was it more like a bruise that would eventually heal itself?
She had originally been the stubborn hold out, but as the conversation to leave returned the urshine piped up in agreement. "I think you are right and that there is no point in staying. And the bar is really the only clue we have." How they were going to ask people for information or otherwise figure anything out she had no clue, but that was a bridge they could cross when they got there.
Prepared spells for the day: Thunderwave, Fog Cloud, Speak with Animals
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Post by themuffinman on Sept 20, 2016 17:41:00 GMT -6
Gerhart groaned lightly, the ache from the specter's attack registering now that the rush from combat had worn off. Grimacing at his more transparent hand, then stretching, he listened to the others and nodded in agreement, "Aye, we probably should leave. I doubt we'll find anymore friendly spirits here" He strokes his beard in thought for a moment, "I hope we can get out though, aren't graveyards supposed to keep ghosties inside, not let them wonder?"
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Post by frozendm on Sept 21, 2016 18:55:35 GMT -6
As the group debates their dilemma the air around them seems to become stagnate. The wind gently picking up as the old trees creak with apparent pain as their branches are forced off of their stillness. The fog that rested at their feet holds as they turn to look towards the gate the gravediggers had departed from. It appeared as though they had left in such a hurry that the gate was hanging just barely open, enough that a person might barely be able to push through. The gate was surrounded by a wall roughly two and a half feet tall made of old cobblestone that was at best a few more years before it needed to be repaired from the ages that it had weathered.
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Post by alithia on Sept 21, 2016 20:15:16 GMT -6
Alithia felt a shudder run down her spine as the atmosphere got heaver. She squared her shoulders and glanced at the others. She wasn't too sure who they were beyond their names, or why they all ended up together, but she was done waiting on them. "I'm not getting any answers here, so I'm not sticking around. Come with me or don't, that's up to you," she said before turning on her heel and heading to the gate. She didn't really want to leave them, safety in numbers, plus it seemed more than coincidence that they were all together, but she needed answers.
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Post by shima on Sept 21, 2016 22:59:06 GMT -6
With the consensus made Shima finally fastened her staff once more to her back, seemingly happy enough to follow after Alithia.
Gerhart's words had her eyes inspecting the gate as they neared, the opening of which looked a little small for her if it did indeed have some sort of magical 'spirit prohibiting' magic. For a moment the urshine wished she'd learned more about ghost lore in her lifetime, however her trivial thoughts quickly turned to practicality. The wall that surrounded the gate hardly stretched higher than her knees, so perhaps she'd be better off just trying to climb or high step over it.
Prepared spells for the day: Thunderwave, Fog Cloud, Speak with Animals
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Post by themuffinman on Sept 22, 2016 20:52:03 GMT -6
Gerhart approached the entrance with the group, and eyed the gate warily. While the cemetery thing could just be old wives tales, it could also be true. Gerhart took his trident out and used it to try and push the gate open farther.
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Post by nightmarecrow on Sept 23, 2016 17:16:18 GMT -6
Blair fastened her mace to her side, and slung her shield on her back. Blair followed after the others, and started thinking about their predicament again. "I just don't understand this. If we are spirits released from out dead forms why has my lord Levenrog not contacted me in some way? The only thing I can think of is we are in an ethereal state."
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Post by bobfox0527 on Sept 24, 2016 6:25:51 GMT -6
"Wait! We should stick together!" Metina yelps as one of the women heads towards the door. She tries to tread a ground between the group, making sure they don't get lost along the way. Her eyes graze back to the female talking about her God as Metina mutters, "I definitely don't think we're dead. I think that the purple gems each of us have are making us ghostly." She doesn't know much about death or any other forms of being, so she can't be sure, but she doesn't feel like she'd be stuck here either. She keeps her hand on her bow and heads towards the gate, carefully. She knows that the others of the group know magic stuff much better than herself, as proven from the fact that healing magic isn't just a constant. So, she waits for the all clear before heading straight through and feeling that pain like she had from before.
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Post by frozendm on Sept 26, 2016 22:41:18 GMT -6
As Shima attempted to simply step over the gate her leg felt like it was all but being pushed up against a wall as a faintly white wall seemed to stretch outward over the walls as it rose to meet her outstretched limb. The obstruction feeling as hard as steel as she put pressure up against it, but not any more painful than pressing up against any stone wall might be.
Gerhart had a hardly a different experience as his trident pressed against the gate. The tipped edges seeming unable to even pierce the bars of the gate as it was stopped as though the open spaces were as solid as the wall surrounding the gate. Although, as the party moved through the gate, however little the space might be, they seem altogether unharmed.
The group now stands at the entrance of the graveyard. There stands no sign or markings around the gate to discern the location of where they are. The only landmarks being the overhanging trees, their limbs thinning out from the lack of leaves as it appeared well into the air season. The air brisk as it pushed through their forms. A simple dirt road went forward towards the direction of the moon. Dark brown leaves scattered across the path. The silence just as apparent as it was in the graveyard, but no longer with the feeling of overwhelming dread as it was before. Whether it be because of a true threat to their safety or simply due to the lack of obvious death surrounding them is unknown.
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Post by alithia on Sept 27, 2016 15:32:30 GMT -6
Alithia took a hard look around. She didn't recognize anything around her, though that didn't surprise her much, but she felt much more at ease out of the graveyard. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm and focus on her surroundings as she started along the path. She said nothing to the party, just calmly started down the path. Maybe Metina was right and they should stick together, but years of doing what was needed on her own overrode the thought. Either way, now really wasn't the time to start questioning her choices when her instincts had never lead her astray before.
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Post by shima on Sept 29, 2016 8:57:47 GMT -6
The white 'wall' was barely visible to the eye but there was no mistaking it as her leg pressed against it, a hand lifting as well to test the mysterious barrier pressing her weight against it. Solid as stone despite her ability to see right through it. "I certainly hope you're right..." She grumbled unhappily at the sentiments that they weren't actually dead, this was annoying so she could only hope that it was temporary as they speculated.
Following after the group she somehow managed to squeeze through the small opening in the gate just in time to see Alithia begin to head off towards the path. The path was the most likely direction but nonetheless Shima halted, lifting her nose to the air. The gravediggers hadn't left that long ago, surely between her experience hunting, tracking, and otherwise traversing the wilderness and her senses she should be able to track and follow two nervous and careless men - whatever direction they'd happened to turn.
Prepared spells for the day: Thunderwave, Fog Cloud, Speak with Animals
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