Path of Darkness - Lord Eliphas the Deceiver

[Xanfyrst]

Eliphas Valkarian
Sitting on his throne at Darkhold, ever scheming the downfall of those who dare to stand in the way of him and Bane.

Given name: Eliphas Valkarian
Alias: Eliphas the Deceiver, formerly known as Greldinard when he was masked. The Prophet of Bane. The Favoured Tyrant. Lord of the Raven (Malarite name)
Rank: Dread Lord of the Black Hand, Prophet of Bane
House Crest: Two ravens opposite each other holding a Triskelion symbol between them, reference to the name given by his Malarite subjects in Cormyr. The Triskelion represents Strife, Tyranny and Hatred.
Race: Human
Age: Rumoured to be over 100 years old.
Height: 6ft, 3inch.
Weight: 200 lbs, muscular build.
Eyes: Grey.
Hair: Silvery-white.
Skin: Pale but healthy-looking.
Laterality: Right handed.
Posture: Imposing yet approachable, carries himself with an air of confidence and authority.
Hygiene: Well-groomed as any of noble birth.
Abilities: Smite Good, Aura of Courage (immunity to fear), natural divine powers (Favoured Soul), fiendish blackguard powers and martial skills with a morningstar and longsword. Is rumoured to be Soul-Forger.

Physical Description

A tall and imposing figure, Eliphas looks as he was forged to be a living weapon. He is a perfect human specimen with no appearant physical flaw, combined with his silver white hair and pale complexion, giving him the appearance of an angel. Interestingly, his voice can be soothingly comforting and hard as steel at the same time.

As a paladin he was known to have donned a Mithral plate armour with an eagle at the center of his breastplate, adding to his already angelic visage. In contrast, as his alter ego the Dread Lord Greldinard, he wore a pitch black plate armour with spikes on its shoulder plates and his family crest on the chestpiece. Additionally he wore a face mask made of obsidian and enhanced with magical endurance and other properties, such as the ability to distort his voice so much that it sounded otherworldly if not like something straight from the Abyss.

His most prized possession was an Adamantine Longsword of great and fearsome power, called Endbringer. Its origin is lost to time, but it's believed to be at least a thousand years old and of draconian design. A Zhentarim Arch Mage by the name Elessar the Defiler theorised that it may have been forged back when the dragons waged war against the Creator Races. At some point it came into possession of the still young Banite Church and somehow turned into one of the most fearsome weapons in all Faerûn; a Baneblade. Its properties are mostly unknown to all but those who wields it and even then only the most powerful wills ever unlocks its full potential. One of the known abilities it possesses is the ability to change appearance and mask its alignment of itself and its wielder. In its true shape it has a slender two-sided blade with ancient draconian letters imbued into its frame. Its hilt is of mithral and the bottom-part is formed like a dragon-claw clutching a strange red ruby-like gemstone. Looking into the gemstone gives anyone a strange sensation that sometimes changes into fear, other times into a craving to hold it. As a Baneblade, it inflicts unholy damage that cannot be healed by convential means or even by most divine healers. Only a cleric of the highest caliber may be able to remove its fatal taint. There are rumours the blade is sentient in some way and all its wielders have known to absently carass its ruby-red gemstone. Its current whereabouts is unknown as it disappeared when Eliphas did.

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Personality and other information:

Accent: High Cormyrean.
Philosophy: "Power belongs to those who are willing to seize it."
Deity: Bane.
Initial Alignment: Lawful Evil.
Profession: Dread Lord of the Zhentarim. Former Castillan of Darkhold. Prophet of the God of Strife, Hatred and Tyranny. Former Grand Master of the Radiant Heart and High Justiciar of Tyr.
Relationships: Helena (half-elven wife, deceased), Livia (daughter, deceased), Israe'anna Xilaben (Drow lover, minion), Ambrose Valexus (victim of Eliphas' Soul Forging, became his general and right hand), Ameris Santraeger (Former protegé), Cecilia Lafayette ("adoptive daughter" and former squire), Alexander Marshall (Former Brother-in-Arms), Katarina (Former Squire)
Base Class & Proposed Development: Favoured Soul, Dragonslayer (stand-in for Purple Dragon Knight) and Blackguard.
Languages: Common, Cormanthan, Draconic, Netherese and Loross.

Eliphas is emotionally scarred by the events that lead to his fall from grace, but these scars are all invisible and they never surface, yet they fuel him with purposefulness, ambition and ruthless aggression. He is known as a manipulative and charismatic individual who has made it an art-form to hide a lie within a truth, always coming off as sincere.

On the battlefield, Eliphas displays are far more brutal persona, not holding back in any way. Purging of the weak and slaughter of those foolishly trying to protect them, he appears to have no limit to his evil.

He does, however, portray some redeeming traits whenever dealing with Cecilia, his "adopted daughter". He seems to tolerate her endless quest to redeem him, either because it amuses him or because she may have struck something deep inside.

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He is currently believed to have been absolved in the Weave when he attempted to ascend to divinity.







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The following entries tells the story of the Dread Lord Eliphas of the Zhentarim, Lord of the Black Hand and Prophet of the God of Tyranny, Strife and Hatred; Bane. There is no chronological order. I will write them whenever I got time and motivation.

[Xanfyrst]

The Rise of Evil

After a week, Lord Greldinard and his group of veteran Zhentarim soldiers had entered the core lands of the Dukes of Baldur's Gate. Security-reasons had forced him to have his wizard teleport them a weeks ride away from the Fist-controlled areas. With still the Amnian-Gate war fresh in memory, the Flaming Fist would probably be very vigilant with who entered the land they protected. They could not be careful enough.

Lord Greldinard had been ordered away from his assignments in Cormyr, by Zhentil Keep, to investigate what had befell the Baldur's Gate Cell. The reports suddenly stopped coming and any messenger sent out to investigate did not come back. The Zhentarim feared the Harpers might have figured out their where-abouts and surprised them on their own turf. Or perhaps the drow had, for some reason, decided to take advantage over the turmoil the previous Dread Lord's sudden demise had caused. Regardless, they needed to know and had sent one of their most promising champions to find out why.Their travel had brought them through the treacherous forest of Cloakwood, home of many dangers, both natural and supernatural. One of the secret entrances to the temple was through a haunted building in the middle of this dangerous place. Cutting through the wilderness took longer than anticipated, but they eventually came to the main entrance of the impressive mansion. Lord Greldinard did not know about its history, but everything in him itched to find out once they had done what they came for.

The exact moment they entered the mansion, they were attacked by its current inhabitants; strange warrior constructs of an ancient design. They were formidable and fearsome, but no match for some of the Zhentarim's most finest. Lord Greldinard did not even had to do anything himself as his seasoned warriors cut through them. Once the lower levels of the mansion was secured, he dispatched his mages to find the entrance. It was probably sealed by powerful magic, which only a Zhentarim mage would be able to find.
And find it they did.

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Upon setting foot inside of the once proud Temple of Bane, they were greeted by a screeching voice.

"She knows you're here! She knows, she knows!" A bewildered man revealed himself, nervously rubbing his hands. His eyes darted around, not focusing on anything for more than a second. The Zhentarim warriors instantly pointed their weapons at him, preparing to run him through once their commander gave the orders. But he didn't.

Instead the Champion of Bane walked past his warriors, towards the man, whowas suddenly focusing on the Ebon Knight in front of him. The mere presence of Lord Greldinard caused the man to fall down on his knees in a plead for mercy.

"State your name and rank." he commanded.
"S-stefanos Dddd-davilkon. A-agent, Mmmilord" the man stuttered.
Staring at the kneeling man for a brief moment or two, Lord Greldinard continued
"What happened here?"
Lord Greldinard had an idea, but wanted to know for sure.
"S-she's insane!"
"Who?"
"T-the Dread Lord, Mmmilord! She became p-paranoid and started to mistrust us. N-not long after s-she started to kill us, one by one. I think I a-am the only o-one left" he whispered, looking around as if he feared she may hear him.

The Ebon Knight ignored the madman and proceeded to go through the temple's halls, his firm footsteps giving off a hollow echo. Right behind him followed his warriors, equally calm and collected as their leader. Obviously, the survivor stayed behind, looking after them with fear written all over his face.

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After several minutes of wandering the hallways of the temple They entered a peculiar room, with an even more peculiar creature inside. In front of them hovered one of the most dangerous creatures that could be found - a Tyrant's Eye. The Beholder turned his attention towards the newcomers, each tentacle eye focusing on each of the warriors, while the large one in its centre was intensively staring at Lord Greldinard, recognizing him as their leader.

The warriors approached the creature with their weapons raised, but never got much further than a few steps before their leader intervened.

"Halt." The Ebon Knight's voice, twisted and obscured by the mask he bore, echoed in the room. The men stopped promptly, looking at each-other and then at their leader, who was now approaching the Beholder with no weapon ready.
"You are Zhentarim." the Beholder simply stated in common, its central eye following the man approaching.
"And I take it, that you are the Gatekeeper?"
"Correct."
"What happened here, Gatekeeper?"
"Massacre." the Beholder was obviously not one of the chatty ones.
"And the Dread Lord?"
"Trapped inside. She cannot breach my barriers."
Lord Greldinard looked at the massive door. It was radiating a strange magical power, courtesy of the Beholder's defensive magics.
"I wish to enter." the Zhentarim stated and began walking towards the door, his men warily following him, their eyes focused on the floating creature.
"As you wish." One of the tentacle-eyes shot a beam at the door, that seemingly did nothing. Lord Greldinard felt, though, that the magic he sensed earlier was gone, their way into the Temple was now open.

She was probably expecting them.

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As they entered the mainhall, they quickly found out what had happened with the other inhabitants. The hallways were scorched, many of the marks eerily resembling the shadows of humans. In the middle of it all, sat a woman on a throne made of rough debris from her wild magic. Lord Greldinard could see the woman had once been a beautiful sight to behold, but now it was dark, brooding and her blood-strained eyes instantly fixed on them as they came forth. In one hand she held an unusual staff with an 'eye' on its tip, always looking in the same direction as she. From the staff itself came a discreet, but powerful force as if the staff was feeding off the negative plane.

"More traitors?" she said calmly, curiously looking them all over "Have I not cleansed this holy site from its treacherous taint?" she turned around, looking at the concentrated storm of shadows behind her
"I shall remove the filth, my Lord" she nodded at the storm and returned her gaze on the intruders, rising up, exposing her fragile and hungered body. She had probably not been eating for a good while now.
"Before I purify you with the wrath of Bane, I demand to know who stands before me?!"
Taking a step forward, The Ebon Knight unsheated his sword and pointed at her.
"Zhentarim, subdue her." he ordered his men, who had discreetly spread out so they could attack her from all angles.
"How rude!" Niyenne instantly teleported to the other end of the mainhall.
"I shall repay in kind!" she sent off a sickly green energy from her fingers tips, hitting a half dozen of the assailants, sending them down on their knees, two clutching their chest and grasping for air, while the third fell down, dead. The others hesitated, stopping up instantly.
"Is that all you got? I am so disappointed." she laughed loud and unrestrained and sent off another wave of negative energy.
Greldinard stepped up, a shining silvery white light came off the palm of his free hand, shielding himself, and by effect, those around him. Her necromancy was deflected without much trouble. She stopped laughing, her body-language was seething with an inner rage.
"You are nothing compared to the vessel of the Tyrant God!" she slammed her one-eyed staff into the ground, shattering the tiles on impact. The staff sent out a wave of negative energy, engulfing them all in a dim ghostly light.

Around him, the soldiers began to spasm, their bodies twisting in an unnateral way. Their skin began wrinkling, their faces loosing its natural shape. Within a dozen seconds all life was sucked out of them.

Looking up, she was expecting nothing but horrible death around her. To her surprise though, all she saw was the imposing sight of Greldinard, standing before her with his sword drawn.
"What are you?!" She asked her masked enemy.
He stabbed her in the chest with his sword, driving it half-way through, his masked face mere inches away from her ears. He whispered to her, his voice distorted by the mask.
"The solution."
He put a hand on her shoulder and pulled out his sword with a swift move. With a surprised look on her face, she stumbled backwards, holding her wound with both hands.
"Bane... forgive me." she said, apparently cured of her insanity in the last moments of her life. She finally succumbed to her fatal wound and fell over, the eye of the staff slowly fading and then disappeared.
"Bane never forgives." Greldinard threw her legs off the 'throne' and pushed aside his cloak and took seat. The remaining warriors all bowed down to the Cell's new Lord.

[Xanfyrst]

Thou shall know evil

"Filthy dog!" the Zhentilar kicked the downed man. The furious soldier had seen several of his brethren end their lives by the hand of this knight.
"Cease it, sergeant!" a hollow voice cut through the cold wind like a knife through hot butter. And the sergeant stopped without hesitation, knewing that his master knew no mercy if his word was not followed.
"Lord Greldinard! This dog has slain a dozen of your men!" the man stated with nothing but hatred in his shaky voice, his head bowed when the man he addressed was revealed by the scattering of his men.
"He must be punished!"
"Did he?" the large, broad-shouldered man strode forward, his silvery face-mask turned towards the man on the ground. His pitch-black hair wavered in front of his steel visage. It was clear to the sergeant that the knight at his feet was of far greater interest than the slain.
"I decide who will be punished and when, Weldred."
"Of course, my lord.." Weldred bowed away without questioning his master's words, even if every fiber of his body wished he could.
"Bring the man to my tent... and summon young Tenebris. I may require his talents."
"By your command, my Lord." Weldred signaled two of his men to grab the bloody mess that was the knightly slayer. They lifted him up by the arms and dragged him away into the snowy inferno razing around them.
"And someone find Mael! Our Lord wish for his presence at once!"

To be continued.

[Xanfyrst]

Thou shall know evil, part 2.

Months have gone since he was captured by the Zhentarim forces. He has endured their mockery, their violent aggressions and their mind-games so far, but he had weakened. He kept believing that Tyr would give him strength to keep defying them at every turn.

A Zhentilar separated the tent's 'door' and stepped in. By the almost timid look on the man's face it was clear that his master had ordered him directly. Two others followed him and put the tip of their deadly sharp lances at the prisoner's throat while he loosened the rope.
"The Master wish to see you, holy boy."
He grabbed the young paladin by the arm and dragged him up. Defiantly, the prisoner shrugged him off.
"I can walk by myself."
"Ha! Whatever you say... now move it!" he shoved the holy knight out, the sun hurt his eyes as he had been kept inside the tent for a few days.
Once he had accustomed to the bright light from the sun, he could see they were no longer in the mountains, but further into Cormyr itself. Alarmingly close to one of the minor villages that he had visited to stock up on food.

The three men guided him through the busy camp that were erected a few days ago. The soldiers were sharpening their swords and spears, repairing their armour and making sure their horses were ready. They were preparing for combat.
At the edge of the camp, at a hill looking far down into the valley, their Lord and Master was looking down. Smoke from ovens and fireplaces appeared in the distance. If you looked close enough, you may even see the silhouettes of its inhabitants doing their daily work in the fields outside of it.
Lord Greldinard turned around when he heard footsteps closing in. The man hid his face with a mask, the black hear was waving in the wind. He was greying at the sides, which indicated that the man was no longer of young age or perhaps not even at middle age.

"Ah, there you are... magnificent sight is it not?" the held an arm out as presenting the world to an audience. The paladin was not interested and kept his stare at the man instead.
"Ease up, son. You will soon have the pleasure of doing something not many ever get to do."
"I am not playing your games, tyrant!" the paladin retorted, keeping his head high and defiant, like any of his brothers would do if they were in the same situation.
"Tsk, still playing something you are not?" the Dread Lord chuckled. "In any case, you will have to play it whether you want it or not."
The paladin was about to open his mouth again to spew off a litany of defiant words, but Greldinard interrupted him before he got the chance.
"Save your energy for later... I will summon you again." he gestured the Zhentilar to take the prisoner back into the tent.

Lord Greldinard stared at the tiny village further below and smiled within his mask.
"Soon you will see the truth."

[Xanfyrst]

/// This is the logs of the event... with Eliphas' inner monologue, which is in navy blue.

The Enemy Within, part 1

Cecilia Lafayette: *Stepping into the room quietly, her gaze drifts over the gathered party.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor kneels in humble meditation before the Great Symbol.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Not wishing to disturb those present whom may or may not be praying, she simply clears her throat softly to announce the company.*
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He bows his head.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Brother." *she greets quietly, fist over heart as Arkaine thuds into the Chapel and joins the other Knights.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor slowly rises, after a time and more footsteps are heard arriving into the Hall*
Eliphas Valkarian: Arkaine. Late as always.
*Timing was never your strenght, half-beast...*
Cecilia Lafayette: *The Paladin of Tyr bows low to the Chancellor with fist over heart.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *with eyes of divine grace, the Chancellor looks to all that arrived, and lingers on each of their faces, for a time.*
Eliphas Valkarian: *bows his head, slamming his fist on his heart* Your Excellence. Welcome to Baldur's Gate.
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He bows as well with fist over heart as Eliphas does this.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *A look of utmost respect settles on the Paladin's features, repeating the gesture.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Thank you, and my greetings, Brothers and Sisters of a Noble and Radiant Heart.
Eliphas Valkarian: *instantly looks up after welcoming the Chancellor, his single eye firmly settled on the individual in front of him.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His voice is a gravelly bellow as he regards each of the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart, and he bends his knee to the ground as he speaks.* Hrgnn. At your service, Lord Chancellor.
Ferragus Manus: *The earth genasi clanked heavily down the stairs, stopping at the bottom to acknowledge those around him with a short dip of his rocky head*
Eliphas Valkarian: *eyes instantly dart to the large figure next to him and mumbles*
*Just as incompetent as the half-beast, you two make a great pair...*
Eliphas Valkarian: *Whispers* You are late.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks around at the interior of the Chapterhouse* The home, this outpost of our Order, is honorable.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her head dips in acknowledgement to his words.*
Eliphas Valkarian: It is a manor, Chancellor. Donated by Jonas Rokranon before he left for Tethyr.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: May you then benefit from his noble gift.
Eliphas Valkarian: To be frank, we had expected you a few weeks earlier. Did something happen on the way from Athkatla?
Cecilia Lafayette: *She glances to her right slowly looking in Eliphas' direction.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor makes a motion with his hand, and the three Paladins Dedicated move to other positions*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She clears her throat quietly.*
Ferragus Manus: *Whispers* My apologies. *he rumbled in return with a sidelong glance, before his eyes returned to the front*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: What happened...was that our Messenger was never given an official response, to tell Athkatla, that you were prepared to receive me. Your lines of communcation...must be improved, so say the Prelates. *he looks sternly to Eliphas*
*Deliberately... just unfortunate my agents were unable to ambush you and your men and replace you with some of ours...
Eliphas Valkarian: It was... wait, ah yes... Ameris. Forget it. Our mistake. *he shakes his head*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her brow twitches slightly, no further movements or expression save for the clasping of the Paladin's hands behind her back.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks to the assembled, each, again* We shall not let a small infraction disturb my reason for arriving here, however. Are you all informed, as to why I am here? *he looks judgingly at the assembled*
Eliphas Valkarian: I believe everyone has been briefed, though I am still curious why they sent you when Prelate Wessalen could perform the rituals.
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *the Keeper seems occupied taked notes in a golden leather book with the seal of the Radiant Heart on the cover*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Raises her voice, speaking up* "So that we might be swor--" *she trails off as Eliphas speaks, dipping her head.*
Eliphas Valkarian: Not that we do not feel honoured by your and the Prelates' interest in our little chapter.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: I am the Chancellor to the Prelates of the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart of Athkatla...and I am sent by them, do deliver first hand the Proclamation to your Auxiliary. Do you challenge my stature in our Order? *he looks sternly*
*Arrogant fool... I challenge everything you stand for.*
Eliphas Valkarian: Not at all, your Excellence. *he doesn't flinch by the look*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia's eyes glance between the two men, sensing the tension in the air.*
Ferragus Manus: *he scratched at his rocky textured forehead, and took a moment to take a quick glance around at those assembled*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Very well. Then you, all of you, the Radiant Heart Auxiliary of Baldur's Gate, are now recognized by this Proclamation....*with his left hand, the Chancellor reaches toward Blake, who raises his head to attention* Come, my Brothers and Sisters...you may rise and take a place upon these benches.
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He nods at this.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She clears her throat, stepping forward slightly.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *he motions to the seats before the Great Symbol*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Honorable Chancellor, I realise it is rather inappropriate of me to ask such. . . But when you become available, I humbly ask to share words with you." *She bows her head quickly, leaning into a full bow a moment later*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *the Keeper of Rolls and Deeds waits for the assembled to take a place, then produces a parchement, from which he prepares to eventually read....*
Eliphas Valkarian: *turns around to look at his Squire with a quirked brow*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks upon Cecilia* Honorable Paladin, what is your name?
Cecilia Lafayette: *She does not raise from her bow* "Cecilia Lafayette, your excellency. Paladin of Tyr."
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: And to whom do you squire?
Cecilia Lafayette: "Eliphas Valkarian, Grandmaster of the Order of the Radiant Heart Auxiliary."
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks to those assembled, finding he that would be recognized as Eliphas*
Eliphas Valkarian: *doesn't seem to react to his name being mentioned, but focuses his single eye on his protegée as she speaks, nodding.* That would be me. *arises*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Still having not arisen from her respectful bow, her gaze remains focused on the tiles before her.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Your squire seems...impatient, Eliphas. Shall I halt these proceedings for her statement? *he attempts to judge the situation*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine unclasps his leather gauntlets and vambraces and rubs his wrists as he keeps his gaze on Eliphas, his visage discernibly perturbed.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her head dips further, perhaps embarrassed.*
*What are you up to, Cecilia?*
Eliphas Valkarian: Forgive her... patience is not one of her strengths.
Cecilia Lafayette: "It can wait, your honor." *she murmurs in quiet agreement.*
Eliphas Valkarian: I have-.. *nods as Cecilia speaks*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Then be seated amongst your brethren, Cecilia.
Eliphas Valkarian: *re-seats again*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Moving up the isle, she notices Eliphas' subtle gestures for her to join him and thusly does so.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: The Prelates of the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart have proclaimed that this Auxiliary shall receive a most appropriate Charter, that which reflects the Code by which our Order exists, as well as your existence in this region of the City of Baldur's Gate. Unless there are any that would make a statement, let the Charter be proclaimed...*he looks upon the assembled for a moment, to give them the option to speak*
Cecilia Lafayette: *A creak of armor, she shuffles upon the bench.*
Ferragus Manus: *he shifted his armored bulk on the bench and leaned forward slightly, his forearms resting on his thighs*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine's visage is visibly tensed and his expression of neutrality forced as he continues to stare at the side of the head of Eliphas, his own hands clenching and unclenching.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Very well. *he again motions to the Keeper to his left*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: I am Blake, Keeper of the Rolls and Deeds of the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart of Athkatla.
Gaervin Goldenshield: *The gnome nods.*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: I read to you the Charter, that which has been scribed for your Auxiliary. Then, I will record each of you, as members, to this Charter and this Auxiliary. *he begins to read from the top of the Proclamation* Let the members of the Baldur's Gate Chapter of the Order of the Radiant Heart conduct themselves according to the dogma of their gods and paladin codes. Let the Order be led by a Grandmaster, chosen from among the senior knights by a two-thirds vote. Let him be assisted in matters administrative by a Chairman.
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He tilts his head.*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: Let him lead a Council of Senior Knights, to whom any in good standing of one year may apply. Let the main body of the Order by named Knights of the Radiant Heart Auxiliary. Let those that hold the Knighthood take the title of Sir, yet they will remain Brothers and Sisters. Let those seeking the Knighthood take the title of Squire, so as to humbly learn the ways of the Order. Let the Baldur's Gate Order of the Radiant Heart Auxiliary be led by the Grandmaster, when present. If not, it will be led by one of the Senior Knights, with disputes resolved by a Trial of Wisdom, when suitable. Let any member of the Baldur's Gate Chapter who commits a mortal sin pay the mortal price, as it fittingly paid by traitors. Shall any of these dictates be considered in fault, let you appeal them, now, in front of the representative of the Prelates of Athkatla... *the Keeper steps back slightly, then looks to the Chancellor*
Eliphas Valkarian: *turns his head to watch all the members of his chapter*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her hand twitches, raising slightly before it drops back to her lap subtly.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks out to the assembled, giving air to the room for voices to be head*
Eliphas Valkarian: *quirks a brow at Cecilia's hand-movement*
Cecilia Lafayette: "I. . . have words, Chancellor." *she speaks up, finally.* "But I gave an oath they would not be given out loud." *She draws a few fingers across her brow, moving the stray hairs from her forehead*
*... could she? No..*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He seems about to speak out, his face contort with tension.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks sternly at Cecilia. His gaze then looks to the Knight that she squires to, then back upon her, again* Those of a noble heart and code shall be forward in their beliefs, squire. But a Knight must know their place....*he continues to look upon her, sternly* If that is what you aspire to.
Cecilia Lafayette: "Forgive me Sir, but an oath given might not also be revoked. I understand the imposition and beg your forgiveness. . ." *she trails off, and lowers her head.* "As you say, Chancellor."
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Very well.
Cecilia Lafayette: *She exhales a long breath through her nose, fingers curling on the thighs of her armor.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *he looks over the assembled, again.* Those that are Senior Knights in this Auxiliary, do stand.
Eliphas Valkarian: You will get your chance, whatever it is you are holding back from the rest of us. *he whispers with a slightly wounded voice. He then stands up, putting a hand on Cecilia's shoulder, squeezing it lightly.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She simply gives a quiet "Mmm", perhaps showing a small measure of distress.*
*What are you hiding from me, girl...?
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He finally speaks out, his voice a rash bellow echoing across the hall.* Hrgnn, doth thine Chancellor in stead of Prelate hold the divine power to detect evil and discern truth from lies? Will his god shine through thine truth for those assembled? *He grunts as he speaks.*
Eliphas Valkarian: *quirks a brow at Arkaine outburst.*
*They know... I must keep the facade up. Whatever they know, it is not enough to outright accuse me... I can wriggle out of it, yet.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor sternly looks to the Paladin that speaks through half-orcen lips* Rise, and say your question of me, again.
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgn, can your god discern thine quality of a man's heart and soul and reveal such to those assembled?
Eliphas Valkarian: You distrust your brothers and sisters, Arkaine? *he asks the man, his voice stern*
*The half-beast has never been loved by the rest, except perhaps the uncharismatic rock-face that always has his back. If I can seed strife in their hearts, they will doubt everything he says.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: The Loyal Fury blesses me, Sir. But a man's heart and soul must submit to Torm, for Torm to see deep within it.
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn. It must be said that we hath had a traitor betray must fouly to thine Zhentarim in these dark days.
*Ah there it is... and as I thought, no clear evidence to outright accuse me.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor holds up both hands, towards Eliphas and Arkaine.* Hold...do you bring a disturbance to this ceremony of implementation of the Charter proclamation?
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He looks at Eliphas and grunts.* One we called brother; Beric Engel.
*Beric Engel... the name I gave him when he submitted to my authority decades ago. Mael Tenebris... one of my finest lieutenants*
Eliphas Valkarian: Brother Arkaine here has been wounded once too many times, it seems.
Cecilia Lafayette: *The youngest of paladin simply stares into her own lap, brow creased in thought.*
Eliphas Valkarian: Beric Engel revealed his true allegiance when my Squire was captured in the fortress of Darkhold, a Zhentarim stronghold. Brother Arkaine may believe we have more than one hiding among us... and we do. Or did.
*And now I will play my trumph-card...*
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He looks to Eliphas, a mere quirk of brow.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor continues to look sternly...a permanent but Just expression* I said hold.
Eliphas Valkarian: *about to continue but stops.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *he lets the air hang, to see if any would disturb its silence*
Ferragus Manus: *He rumbled a deep earthy sound that emanated through the hall. He seemed about to say something, but stopped*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Very well. *he looks to the standing Senior Knights*
Eliphas Valkarian: *gives Arkaine a short stern look before re-focusing his attention on the Chancellor.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Do you wish to turn this Ceremony into a Court, one that judges all, and the Auxiliary, past and present? *a hint of concern is heard in the Chancellor's voice*
Eliphas Valkarian: I would prefer we continue.. but perhaps Brother Arkaine is of different opinion?
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn. I will not bar further proceedings other than to beg of thine Most Noble Order to dispach a Paladin Inquisitor of the High Hall of the Radiant Heart to discern any further corruption within those assembled here who doth swear the Paladin's vows. And the oaths of the Order.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor considers the request for a time, in silence*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His voice is grave as he begins a recital* And Torm did command of thee, his loyal Paladins. Bring swift violent death to traitors and those whose hearts hath been rotted by thine corruption of evil.
Ferragus Manus: *The genasi, elbow stood upright on his knee and chin resting on his closed fist in a brooding pose, nodded his agreement to Arkaine's words*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Roll Target: Chancellor Omased Nobleheart
DMFI Dice Roll for: Will Mod: 21 TOTAL: 30
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: If you, brother...any of you...wish to submit to a blessing by the Loyal Fury through my hands, than I will perform such. *he looks at Arkaine, sternly*
Eliphas Valkarian: Evil can be hidden by many means.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her fingers twitch on her thighs.*
Eliphas Valkarian: If you truly want to eliminate the slim chance that we have a corrupted member among us... then let the Loyal Fury see the goodness in us.
*My necklace will protect me... I just need them to look for the goodness on me, not the darkness....
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn. I will submit mine heart and soul to the predelictions and divine benevolence of Torm.
Ferragus Manus: I will submit to such a blessing, if any here suspect me of treachery.
Cecilia Lafayette: "I submit." *she says simply, a frown.*
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He looks to his brothers.* "So shall I."
Eliphas Valkarian: A good heart cannot deceive, an evil can.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze drifts up to Eliphas.*
Ferragus Manus: Then you will also submit, grandmaster?
Eliphas Valkarian: You may search my soul for any goodness in me, if you wish.
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He looks around at those assembled who do comply and grunts with respect, and then his gaze finally rests on Eliphas, before nodding to him as well.*
Eliphas Valkarian: I will suggest you all let the Chancellor search our soul for the good in us. It is the only real way to be sure.
*Almost there...*
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn. Then let Holy Torm decide who is truly worthy. And let his wisdom be thine end of this debacle of shadows and traitors.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Very well. The Auxiliary will now present themselves to the Keeper of Rolls and Deeds, binding themselves to the Charter.
Gaervin Goldenshield: *The gnome nods to the Chancellor and steps before the keeper of rolls and deeds.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Let those of the lowest rank among you, stand before me. State your name, rank and dogma before your chosen god.
Cecilia Lafayette: *She looks to Eliphas, questioningly. After a moment, she stands and moves over.*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *the Keeper opens his golden book, and with quill in hand, prepares to write*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Speak in turn, and take the Oath of this Charter. Shall you wish it, I will summon the blessing of the Loyal Fury upon you.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Bowing her head momentarily, she raises her head then to speak.* "Cecilia Lafayette, Squire. Paladin of the Just God Tyr whose dogma is as follows: Reveal the truth, punish the guilty, right the wrong, and always be true and just in your actions. Uphold the law wherever you go and punish those who do wrong under the law. Keep a record of your own rulings, deeds, and decisions, for through this your errors can be corrected, your grasp on the laws of all lands will flourish, and your ability to identify lawbreakers will expand. Be vigilant in your observations and anticipations so you may detect those who plan injustices before their actions threaten law and order. Deliver vengeance to the guilty for those who cannot do it themselves." *She bows, concluding the dogma. Exhaling, she gives a confident nod.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks upon her, approving* Do you state openly and with truth that all brothers and sisters of this Order walk the same Code as you, Cecilia Lafayette? And do you take the Oath alongside them, under Tyr's watchful gaze?
Cecilia Lafayette: *She swallows, a pause.* "I cannot speak for my Brothers and Sisters, honorable Chancellor, but I take the oath alongside them in the hope that they do."
Eliphas Valkarian: *A little smile appears on his lips for a brief moment as he nods approvingly to his Squire.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: A Paladin is one of greater faith, squire....*he looks at her sternly*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She considers this, and merely dips her head further* "I cannot take the oath then, because I cannot speak with truth that all walk the same code as me. To do so would be a lie, if it is required. . . . then I cannot do so." *Her voice catches in her throat, she takes a step back.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor's eyes widen...*
Eliphas Valkarian: *quirks a brow at her statement*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She keeps her eyes on the ground, a shattered expression on her features for the briefest of moments.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *with a sweeping glare, he looks across the room to all those assembled, landing upon the one-eyed face of Eliphas. He gives the Knight a questioning glare, as the Squire is under his charge*
Eliphas Valkarian: *looks back at the Chancellor, his face one big question-mark himself*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Brother Eliphas...has a misjudgement been made in the case of this squire?
Eliphas Valkarian: No. Cecilia... what are you doing?
*What are you doing..?*
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn, Sister Cecilia, you were ordained a Paladin of the Temple of the Just God. Sworn to the Paladin's Ethos and code that all Paladins swear and do live by. . .
Cecilia Lafayette: "I have reason." *she states quiet and solemn* "I cannot take an oath that proclaims an untruth. To say all here walk the same code. . . is just that. If I had just a moment of your time Chancellor. . ."
Eliphas Valkarian: You have a reason not to trust all those assembled?
Cecilia Lafayette: *She simply looks to the Chancellor, almost pleadingly.*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *the Keeper scribes away everything that is being said..pages start to flip in rapid procession as many words are stated by the assembled*
Eliphas Valkarian: It is up to you, Chancellor... my squire rarely does anything without a good reason, even if it may be reckless or foolish at times.
*Keep it where I can control it...*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks sternly upon Cecilia...a mix between curiosity and annoyance upon his face* You are sworn to speak Truth, when Truth should be spoken, squire. Either before us, you break an Oath to the Order, or one to your god...and thus the future unfolds for you...
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze drops to the floor, a frown finding her brows.*
Eliphas Valkarian: *steps forward towards Cecilia, looking at the Chancellor* May I have a few short words with her, your Excellence?
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks upon the assembled, deep into their faces, to see thier expression as one of their members seems conflicted.*
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He looks to Cecilia with an expression of sorrow.* "Please, speak, do not hesitate."
Cecilia Lafayette: "I can not, and will not break the oaths to my God. . . . " *she murmurs, a painted tone to her voice. Opening her mouth to speak, she pauses as Eliphas does so.*
Ferragus Manus: *he placed a large hand upon her shoulder* Speak your piece, sister.
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He looks on, his face stern and unyieding.* . . .
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her eyes raise to those around her* "If that. . . dedication to my oaths sees me no longer welcome in these halls. . ."
Eliphas Valkarian: Just spit it out already, girl... *the soldier in him surfaces for a moment*
*If you are going to do it... do not hesitate. I thought I taught you better...*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks to Eliphas* Is it your desire to guide her voice, Knight Eliphas?
*Of course I do, idiot...*
Eliphas Valkarian: No, she has her own voice... but she appears to have lost it.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Yes...her will seems to fail her. *he looks sternly at the timid squire*
Cecilia Lafayette: "My word is my bond. All here understand this." *her voice carries, conflicted rather than timid.* "You ask me to break this, rather than giving me five minutes of your time?"
Ferragus Manus: Does it pertain to the revelations of treachery amongst our fold?
Cecilia Lafayette: "It does. Meant to be discussed in private so as not to cause panic nor friction if such accusations were baseless."
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn. If it would appease thine truth of the Just God. Then Let us all bow to Torm's blessing before we are sworn to this solemn service anew. . .?
Eliphas Valkarian: Yes, let us show each other that we all have a good heart beating within us.
*Unfortunate turn of events, but I can still turn it around...
Arkaine HalfOrken: Torm will only bring swift retritubtion to a traitor.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *he speaks very dry and heavy to Cecilia* If you Word is of truths known to you as fact, without deceiving will or falseness within, then nothing said should be spoken in private, away from your Order.
Eliphas Valkarian: Or the one you are squired to. *he states sternly*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Then you condemn me." *she shakes her head sadly.* "Either way, I break on oath."
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn. Is he who did swear you to this secrecy more valued to you than those of your own Order?
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *with an accusation of secrecy, the Chancellor looks to Arkaine with curiosity and concern*
Cecilia Lafayette: "It is not who, Brother, but the principle of the matter. If one has given promise in confidence that certain words or documents would not be shared then this should be understood." *she drops her shoulders, exhaling.* "Yet I have no choice but to speak then. . ." *The paladin closes her eyes momentarily before looking over those gathered with grave, but determined expression.*
Ferragus Manus: *He settled his gemstone-like eyes onto Cecilia, his facial features unreadable like granite*
Cecilia Lafayette: "As you are all aware, my name is Cecilia Lafayette, a devoted paladin of Tyr. I have been serving a Squire within the Order for. . . " *she pauses briefly, a pensive expression on her fair-skinned features* "almost eight months now. My request was made to prevent hostility within the order as it surrounds a matter of great importance, one which I believe truly threatens the auxiliary and everything we stand for. I ask your permission to speak freely and for your forgiveness if at any point my words are too bold, or out of order." *Cecilia's gaze moves to dance over the man's features, her posture rigid and tall as she awaits permission to continue.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His jaw is clenched tightly as he clasps his holy symbol with one leather gauntleted hand.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: If you follow a code that Tyr has laid for you to follow...speak the truth, before me. *his stern gaze seems to have become heavier*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Perhaps the best place to start would be surrounding the investigation of infiltration in our ranks. One which has been ongoing since before my time here, and one which continues still. As you are aware, one of our own - the paladin of Tyr known as Beric Engel whom was my mentor before the Grandmaster - was discovered to be a priest of Bane, and a member of the Zhentarim." *Her pale brow creases, her jaw remaining set as she continues her words*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *the Keeper begins scribing with a heavy hand*
Cecilia Lafayette: "It is my belief, however, that the disease of the wicked does not stop here." *with a reasonably quiet creak of armor, she shifts her weight* "I have been personally investigating such taint, previously alongside Brother Ameris. At one point, before I joined the Order, Grandmaster Eliphas was also doing the same. . . yet Beric went undetected."
*To cover my own tracks, of course... who would suspect the inquisitor himself?*
Eliphas Valkarian: Yes. *nods* With Alexander and Katarina. *he adds, then goes quiet as she continues*
Cecilia Lafayette: "I believe I have uncovered a Zhentarim spy within the ranks of the Order." *comes the statement, her tone even and calm but firm as her chin lifts slightly.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Firstly, I wish to present you these letters, Chancellor, as part of my ongoing proof of corruption and the image it gives others. In an attempt to keep the heart of our Radiant Order beating, I have attempted to reach out to other factions on the Order's behalf asking what it would take from us to be considered allies. . . officially. Nothing set in stone, of course, I would not be so bold as to do so behind the Order's back. Merely a collection of the written words of their opinions and requirements should it be something the Order wishes to pursue." *from her satchel the paladin withdraws a small stack of parchment, secured in a bundle with a thin piece of twine. She holds them out to the man.* "These are those same letters. I have, however, given my word as paladin that they would be given directly to you and none other."
Eliphas Valkarian: *raises a brow, not quite sure where she is going with it*
*... and you kept these from me, hm? How long have you suspected, my dear squire?
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor's stern face goes dry...and does not seem pleased by Cecilia's words...though he listens*
Cecilia Lafayette: "You will find these letters vary in their desires, some grantable others not. . . yet the common theme is evident in each and every one of them, from honoured men and women of goodly factions and potential allies. . . they believe our ranks to be infiltrated and we will not find support from other factions, let alone the trust and support of the common folk whom we have sworn to protect unless these fears are annihilated."
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks to the Keeper...who then himself stops scribing, accepts the documents on behalf of the Chancellor*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *the Keeper slowly looks over the parchments*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Pausing, Cecilia takes a breath and allows the Chancellor time needed to browse over the parchment given. Patiently, the paladin awaits his leave to continue and draw her points to a close.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Continue on, squire...what are YOU, saying?
Cecilia Lafayette: "I humbly request, honoured chancellor, that you test each and every one of us in a bid to uncover that which I believe I have discovered. Not just a single test, but two or three as you see appropriate. Something that has no chance at all of being deceived through arcane or divine means if there exists such a thing. You may be questioning why I have not brought this up in it's entirety with our Grandmaster, Eliphas." *her lips purse, head bowed as if asking forgiveness for the following words. Her head does not raise after this, each word uttered coarsely* "I believe our Grandmaster is not who he says he is, and likely an agent of the Zhentarim."
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *having read through the parchments in short order, the Keeper makes a sound to get the Chancellors attention*
*Ah, she did suspect me... I should probably play the innocent-card for a bit and see how much she got on me...*[/colo]
Eliphas Valkarian: *raises a brow, his face expressing a baffled look, something unusual for him* ... what?
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His hand seems to have without thought tightened around the handle of his warmace, as his face is fiery red with fury.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "I understand the weight of these accusations, given by a mere Squire and the Grandmaster's own no less . . . but a Squire who has served with every ragged breath and beat of a loyal heart." *she continues, saddened in tone.*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: Sir, many orders and faiths have sworn by signature that something of evil influences continues to exist in this Auxiliary. But none place blame, only generalization.
Ferragus Manus: *he uncrossed his brawny arms from his chest and a gauntlet went to his sheathed blade* By Helm! *he turned upon Eliphas, his usual placid features turning to outrage*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Allow me to finish. . . please. . . I speak because I cannot allow such to pass without addressing it, the words of my god now ever present. . . be vigilant in your observations and anticipations so you may detect those who plan injustices before their actions threaten law and order"
Eliphas Valkarian: *looks at Cecilia with shock in his sole eyes, it is clear he feels wounded by her accusation.*
*I had not thought it would be you... heh.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Hold! *he raises his right hand. At this time, all in the room would see it to be a special guantlet of exquisite detail and make, with symbols of Torm adorning it*
Cecilia Lafayette: *The words catch in her mouth at the halt... hurt, sorrow and disgust plain on her face. She dares not look in the shocked Eliphas' direction.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *As the Chancellor speaks, Arkaine's cry of betrayal is cut off and only air passing from his lungs does come forth. The look on his face remains one of contention and fury.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *having commanded the room to remain silent, the Chancellor speaks further. The Chancellor looks upon the squire, waiting.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Proof or what I have, lays in what I have witnessed in the past few months, and others before me. . . in brief, aside from the questionable words from the Grandmaster's lips in our numerous conversations together - words which can be taken incorrectly, true, yet perhaps give pause."
Eliphas Valkarian: *his head bows down, his white mane falls over it. He looks defeated.*
*I must keep it going for a bit more... *
Cecilia Lafayette: *taking a deep breath, the paladin continues perhaps slight traces of earnest detectable in her tone* "The rejection of a sword which held a goodly power, witnessed by Brother Ameris whom was he himself able to pick up alongside others, including Sir Alexander. There was a mole suspected then, and even now after all those senior knight save for two have turned to duty elsewhere, it is clear a traitor remains in out midst of dwindling numbers. The unusual length of my Squireship, eight months long now, even having served under Eliphas where one would assume training would be of the highest quality. Even with the approval of the Senior Knights, it was Eliphas whom ruled I was not ready. . . a decision I respect, yet holds back able and willing hands. Accepted because he is. . . like father to me." *the end of the sentence trails off, tone pained and slightly bitter.*
*Perhaps now you are ready for knighthood....*
Ferragus Manus: *he too would look on in shock, his gaze never leaving Eliphas. Betrayal mixed with outrage and confusion was etched on his features*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Yet all these convictions sit among other puzzle pieces which seemingly slot into place with recent witness. Yes, a witness. Though I would not deign to put my faith in the words of any one man, the words come from a paladin."
*A witness? What witness...? I keep my tracks concealed.*
Eliphas Valkarian: *his head remains bowed, his shoulders equally so. He stands there as a mere stature, his face still covered by his long white mane.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "One who is not of our Order, but has proven a loyal ally over many years. He himself witnessed Eliphas among the Zhentarim, in person, news of which was shared with me not two days ago. . ." *her words trail off then, despite her now steadier tone.*
*A dead man now.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks among all those assembled* Do any of you assembled here, share the words that this squire states?

[Xanfyrst]

The Enemy Within, part 2

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her head hangs limply, gaze focused on a single tile before her humbly. Any gazing upon her would she her murmur softly, though the tongue forgeign. The tone suggests an apology.* "eye'emm esoharrarrex. . . padre." [[Cormanthan translation: "I'm sorry. . . father."]]
Ferragus Manus: *He turned to Arkaine, then back to Eliphas, still confused* Is.. is it truth she speaks?
Eliphas Valkarian: *he mumbles something in return, also in the same language* arregeeeharrdeelleeses che-cosa ehtchehpeepeeeenes... i am peearrohyoude oheph si, deehyougeeehtchteaearr. [[Cormanthan translation: "Regardless what happens... I am proud of you, daughter."]]
*I truly am... just a shame I could not win you over before being exposed. They do not deserve you.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Is it true, then...this squire speaks out against her Knight-sponser, solely on her own?
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He frowns.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her jaw clenches in the silence as she stands alone, a quickly hidden expression of grief and pride at Eliphas' words.*
Ferragus Manus: *he jabbed a chainmailed digit at him* You seem not the least surprised of her accusation, or even outraged over it.
Eliphas Valkarian: *his head arises from its bowed down position* I knew I was a suspect, so no... it did not surprise me.
DM Novus: Arkaine makes a move towards, Eliphas...his hulking figure slow but full of righteous fury....
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He looks to Eliphas, attempting to make eye contact.*
Eliphas Valkarian: What I was about to say before being interrupted earlier was that James White was the other traitor. Beric most likely warned him before I could get my fingers in him.
*One last try... they may be foolish enough to fall for it.*
DM Novus: Arkaine plows his bulk through the assembled...to land his hands upon the armor of Eliphas...seemingly ready to bash Eliphas to the ground.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Stumbles back out of the way, eyes widening slightly in horror and surprised.*
DM Novus: Eliphas makes no resistance, at first...
Eliphas Valkarian: *does not move as he sees Arkaine assault him*
DM Novus: Gaervin takes his action to draw his sword...but it is not known if in defence or offence.
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He draws his blade in a swift motion.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "Brother, this is not how we conduct ourselves." *the paladin calls out to the rage-blinded Orc.* "We are paladin, not animals."
Roll Target: Arkaine HalfOrken
DMFI Dice Roll for: Diplomacy Mod: 21 TOTAL: 40
Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine grips the insides of Eliphas' breastplate and forces him down to his knees (or attempts to if needed), and bellows* I would know the truth of it, swear your will, your heart and your soul to thine wisdom of Torm!
*Ah, now the half-beast shows its animal-side in full display. Show them that you are more beast than man. Show them you are a disgrace to this order. Show them.*
Ferragus Manus: *Sensing movement from the corner of his eye, he would slide his large bastard sword from its sheathe- perhaps expecting more treachery from other sources although he did not impede Arkaine's charge*
Arkaine HalfOrken: Roll Target: Eliphas Valkarian
DMFI Dice Roll for: Strength Mod: 9 TOTAL: 15
Eliphas Valkarian: Roll Target: General Area
DMFI Dice Roll for: Strength Mod: 5 TOTAL: 6
DM Novus: Arkaine's fury pushes Eliphas to one knee...but Eliphas holds there, only marginally within Arkaine's grappling move. Cecilia pleads aloud for Arkaine to temper his actions, while Ferragus prepares his sword for other treachery. Gaervin also.
Gaervin Goldenshield: *Gaervin lets out a holler, as strong and deep as he can muster.* "Enough! We shall have due process!"
*Though a weakling... you have always had more brains than these two brutes here, Gaervin. I am going to miss our talks after I severe your head from your shoulders.*
Gaervin Goldenshield: Roll Target: General Area
DMFI Dice Roll for: Diplomacy Mod: 24 TOTAL: 30
Eliphas Valkarian: *gets brought down to his knees. Eliphas looks up at Arkaine, spitting blood to the side.* You done or can I continue...?
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Hold your rage, Sir! *the Chancellor beams his own facial fury upon the grappling Knights before him*
Gaervin Goldenshield: *The gnome does not enter a combat stance, his blade's grasp directed towards the floor.*
Eliphas Valkarian: If you wish... you may peek into my soul and discern the good in me, Chancellor. *he says, looking almost defiantly at Arkaine*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His fangs bared in fury, he begins to bellow once more, before his head yanks around to meet the gaze of the Chancellor. And after a moment he releases Eliphas and takes a step back.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *The young paladin's hand is no where near her blade for a change, though she seems intent and aware.*
Eliphas Valkarian: *he readjusts his mithral armour, then looks at Arkaine again.*
*Continue to make a fool out of yourself, half-beast. I dare you..*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor sweeps his gaze upon all before him, relying on the situation to have calmed slightly, before he continues*
Ferragus Manus: *He rumbled a deep earthy sound, something akin to the shifting of boulders in a mountain slide. He didn't look too convinced at Eliphas's words*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His gaze reflects the horror and anguish of betrayal more than anything, before he takes a few more steps back.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *to all but Eliphas, the Chancellor motions with his hand for them to step back, to the last of the benches before him*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Takes a bench up the very back, her expression haunted.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *to Eliphas,with his right hand gauntlet, he motions the Knight to move before him. *
Gaervin Goldenshield: *The gnome sheaths his blade in another swift practised motion.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *with his left hand, he motions for Cecilia to come forward to the right side of Eliphas, so that both reside directly in front of him*
Ferragus Manus: *he too would slide his blade back into the sheathe on his hip*
Eliphas Valkarian: *He moves in front of the Chancellor, giving Arkaine and the others a last stern and disappointed look before turning around to face his Excellency.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She swallows and stands once more. Her gait slow, she moves to stand beside her mentor.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Stand before me, both of you. *his stern glare is evident*
Eliphas Valkarian: *he looks straight ahead at the Chancellor*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Closer...*the Chancellor points to a place within arms reach of himself, for both to move fowards. As they do so, the Chancellor begins to speak* Knight Eliphas Valkarian, you have been accused of deceiving the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart by none other than your own squire.
Eliphas Valkarian: So it appears, your Excellence. *he simply affirms it*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: In an Order where obedience and faith are unbreakable foundations of our Code, it disturbs all that defines a Paladin Order...that a Knight is challenged by their own squire! *he bellows as if the concept annoys him*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her eyes find the floor, brow furrowed yet her jaw remains set in her conviction.*
Eliphas Valkarian: Former squire. She is to be raised into knighthood once the oaths are to be sworn. As any squire of mine before her. *he confirms*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: As I look upon this Squire, her radiance does not diminish, after her words were spoken, thus they would not be lies that come from her heart...yet....
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her eyes flicker to her left, and away.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: It is deceit that works into false truths, and a Knight that watches over a Squire is responsible to guide their Squire. It is your willingness to allow the blessing of Torm to shed light upon your loyalty, your righteousness, so that this Squire may see the Truth as it exists under divine guidance?
Eliphas Valkarian: As I said before.. if you wish to lay witness to all that is good in me, do so. A dark heart can deceive, a good one cannot.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor looks at Elipahs*
*Perhaps I am fortunate... yes I sense a disturbance.*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *he raises his right hand...the massive and decorated gauntlet begins to glow...*
Eliphas Valkarian: *the Grandmaster looks back with his one eye*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Behold...the Guantlet of the Loyal Fury ... *the guantlet begins to glow even more, in divine white light*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Eyes upon the gauntlet in wonder as it glows, a hopeful expression finds her features combined with a mix of other emotions. . . relief, confusion, embarrassment, saddness. . .*
Eliphas Valkarian: *grabs her hand and squeezes it*
Cecilia Lafayette: "I'm sorry. . ." *She murmurs softly.*
Eliphas Valkarian: *Whispers* You did what you thought right. I expect nothing else from you.
*You were the only one with the guts to stand up and expose me. Perhaps there is still hope for you to see the light...*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Eliphas Valkarian....grasp this Gauntlet in honor and faith, clasp hands with the blessing of Torm...and answer this unto Him: To which Lord do you give ultimate faith? *the Chancellor reaches out the Gauntlet*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His neck reaches forward, as his beady eyes seem both captivated and fixated on the gauntlet in wonder and desperation.*
Eliphas Valkarian: *raises his hand and places it on the gauntlet* I, Eliphas Valkarian, Justiciar and Knight of the Radiant Heart swear allegiance to the Maimed God, may his justice be found today.
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: Roll Target: Chancellor Omased Nobleheart
DMFI Dice Roll for: Will Mod: 21 TOTAL: 31
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *Eliphas touches the Guantlet with an impressive willfullness...the divine white glow...begins to fade... the Chancellor's face turns grim, as he looks up from the Gauntlet to the face of Eliphas...the two still in a clasp of hands*
Eliphas Valkarian: *the one eyes stares intensily into the other man's two*
*You are going to die now, Chancellor.... I think you already know this, hm?*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She glances to the gauntlet, her features crumbling as her stomach drops. Slowly, she attempts to pull her hand away from Eliphas'*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *the Chancellor speaks* A blessing from Torm is not given, Eliphas Valkarian....*his voice trails off, as he glares at Eliphas*
*But a blessing from Bane was...*
Cecilia Lafayette: *If her hand does not come away easily, she would attempt to yank it free.*
*And now you will all die...*
Eliphas Valkarian: *he pulls his sword out, the blade changing its appearance from its usual light hue to a darker and grim one. An unholy baneblade, which evil corruptive aura can be felt by anyone in the room. He attempts to pull the gauntled arm closer trying to end the Chancellor's life.*
DM Novus: Eliphas makes a Surprise Round action.... The power of his true Faith powers his Initiative, the Baneblade flying from sheath to mid-section of the Chancellor in a massive blow. All stand in shock...all but the face of the Chancellor, who recently came to know Eliphas...
*Hahahaha...*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He bellows a defiant roar.* Blasphemy! To arms! *He yanks his giant mace out from behind him as he does so.*
Ferragus Manus: *His gauntlet again moved to the pommel of his sheathed blade, and the hiss of steel filled the air of the sanctified hall. The genasi bellowed with the fury of a mountain, his visage sullen and foreboding when he set his features like this* Treachery!
DM Novus: The Chancellor's body slowly slips off the Baneblade, backwards to the floor, as Eliphas turns his attention to Cecilia.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Assuming he still holds her hand which she was unable to wrench free, she reaches for her blade with the other, features twisted in rage and horror.*
Eliphas Valkarian: Roll Target: Cecilia Lafayette
DMFI Dice Roll for: Strength Mod: 5 TOTAL: 14
DM Novus: Eliphas turns and manages to grapple Cecelia, placing his sword to her in an attempt to take her hostage. He may or may not face the rest...and Cecilia may or may not make an attempt to break the grapple.
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds:*the Keeper drops his book...moving to the aid of the Chancellor*
Paladin Dedicated to Torm: *The Paladins remove their blades....*
Cecilia Lafayette: Roll Target: Eliphas Valkarian
DMFI Dice Roll for: Strength Mod: 6 TOTAL: 9
Eliphas Valkarian: [Talk] Roll Target: Cecilia Lafayette
DMFI Dice Roll for: Strength Mod: 5 TOTAL: 23
DM Novus: Arkaine's voice rings throughout the Guild, awakening all to the situation. He and Ferragus march toward Eliphas and Cecilia...but they see Cecilia struggle...and that she is helplessly held by Eliphas, who could easily give here a killing blow with with his Baneblade (for the moment, at least).
*Yes... you have sworn an oath to not harm the innocent and the helpless. Your pathetic oaths and codes are your weakness and will be your downfall!*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She seems grave and solemn at the nearing of the end her life, her neck pressing into the blade as she struggled. Understanding the situation, Cecilia looks to her brothers to carry out what was needed.* "The courage of one. . ." *she murmurs, ready to see permanent end for the Chancellor's safety*
Chancellor Omased Nobleheart: *bleeding badly...*
Eliphas Valkarian: Hold it right there, brothers. *Eliphas smirks as he holds his baneblade at Cecilia's neck* You do not wish another innocent death on your hands, do you?
Ferragus Manus:*He marched forward, his face a mask of fury. He jabbed his chainmailed finger at Eliphas and bellowed* Release her, traitorous filth!
Eliphas Valkarian: I will... once we are far away from here. You have my... word. *Smiles*
Ferragus Manus: You don't honestly believe you are walking out of here alive..
Eliphas Valkarian: *puts some pressure on the blade at her neck, a drop of blood appears.* Maybe I do. Any assault on me will result in her death... do you really wish to end her life before it has really begun?
Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine sees the resolve in Cecilia's eyes and does not pause in his stride as bellows Helm's name and channels as much of his power as he can into a smiting blow directed at Eliphas' head.*
*No... not even you are this stupid, half-beast?*
Eliphas Valkarian: *as Arkaine attacks with his mace, Eliphas instinctively moves Cecilia in front of it to protect himself from the blow.*
*I am sorry... but Bane is not done with me yet. I must stay alive till my work has been completed. You will one day understand, girl.
DM Novus: Arkaine makes a mighty blow at Eliphas...but the Now Known Dark Knight moves Cecilia's head into the direct swing of the head of the warmace. A great sound of crunching bones is heard, as her face caves in.
Ferragus Manus: *he charged Eliphas without pause, swinging his great blade down in an arc to inbed into Eliphas's shoulder. It misses and clangs against the ground.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: By her death your dark god shall not absolve you! *He bellows, and his next resounding swing comes around as another smiting blow directed at Eliphas.*
*Her death is on you, half-beast... your god will punish, if you survive this.*
DM Novus: As Cecilia falls toward the ground, Eliphas remains hold of her limp, barely alive body by ring of her armor. Arkaine and Ferragus raise their weapons as if to charge heavily into close combat amongst both hostages and not. Eliphas, in the split seconds that pass swings his sword towards the fallen Chancellor, taunting the two Paladins to continue their swings, knowing that if they were to continue, the Baneblade would find again a home in the body of the Chancellor, possibly resulting in an innocent death.
Eliphas Valkarian: Ah-ah... not so fast, gentlemen. *holds his blade right above the neck of the heavily bleeding chancellor.* Continue and you will see another death on your hands. And another. And another.
*They cannot be so stupid and risk his life... can they?
DM Novus: The Paladins realize the grave situation here: act, and possibly kill the Dark Knight Eliphas, or...not act, and save the life of an innocent, wounded man.
Eliphas Valkarian: The solution is quite easy, brothers. You all promise me that I can leave with Cecilia. She will be returned to you once I have a talk with her... unless Arkaine's blow was a bit too fatal.
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *the Keeper can only hold onto the Chancellors open gut wound*
Karl: *carefully closes the doorway behind itself, after passing through. He holds a small letter in hand*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Has a lovely smashed in face, looking quite unconscious in her bloody state*
Thedran: *Takes in the scene. .*
Karl: *slowly turns its helmed head, taking in the scene in font of it - in particular the unconscious Cecilia*
Eliphas Valkarian: *holds Cecilia's limp body in his one arm, his sword pointed at the neck of the downed Chancellor. He wears a smirk on his face* Looks like the cavalry arrived...
*The vigilante and the so-called “golem”... this is perhaps getting out of hand now...*
Thedran: Kill him.
DM Novus: As the seconds pass, yes, only seconds...the members of the Guild start entering the room...it seems that the Dark Knight Eliphas has become fully surrounded.
Thedran: Do -Not- negotiate. *Pulls his sword and moves forward*
Karl: *blocks the very staircase with its massive bulk - following closely behind Thedran. It reaches for the shield hanging from its left shoulder and pulls it over its chest - while still unsure of what is unfolding in the chapel. It stands quietly, its free hand reaching for the halberd dangling from its right shoulder - but not taking any action*
Gaervin Goldenshield: *he would take the hammer from his belt after regaining his senses.*
DM Novus: As Eliphas has moved his attention towards the Chancellor, an opportunity presents itself to save Cecilia from his grasp. It would be an opportunity that would disrupt the direct attack of either Arkaine or Ferragus.
Ferragus Manus: *Being in mid swing, he believes himself capable of striking a blow before Eliphas's blade fell fatal on the Chancellor, so he does not halt the downward arc of his blade.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He continues the swing of his mace in an arc directed at Eliphas' neck, invoking the power of Helm into a smiting blow.*
*Of course... when it comes to it, fighting honourably isn't part of the plan. Very well, cowards... I can handle you both!
DM Novus: Ferragus breaks his greatsword toward Eliphas, but the Dark Knight dodges it barely...this bringing his body closer into the swing of Arkaine. Gaervin takes advantage of the situation---and his stature---and pulls at Cecelia's feet, slowly getting her away from Eliphas' grasp.
Ferragus Manus: *He grunted solidly as his blade clanged against the marble floor, barely missing Eliphas*
Eliphas Valkarian: *Eliphas laughs at Ferragus' missed swing* Too big, too slow...
DM Novus: Arkaine's might warmace rings true against the Dark Knight, smiting evil as evil is. The divine force of the smite causes a visable grimace of pain to cross the face of the one-eyed deceiver.
Arkaine HalfOrken: *Swings about twenty pounds of wrought iron justice as he bellows* "Helm absolves you!"
Thedran: *Raises his free hand. . his eyes locked on the scuffle*
DM Novus: The blow by Arkaine is made with such force, that Eliphas is pushed across the prone body of the Chancellor...the Guantlet of Loyal Fury rolling off the Chancellor's hand, to lie just at the feet of Eliphas. The Paladins of Athkatla, and the Keeper, look to the Guantlet, with worry....
*Curse you, half-beast... you may have struck me, but nothing can stop the favoured son of Bane.
Eliphas Valkarian: Ugh... *he leans up against the altar, his hand reaching up to the wound and then looks at his blood on his hand. He then notices the gauntlet at his feet, his lips curl into a sinister smirk.*
*Now what do we have here... the Gauntlet of the Loyal Fury at my feet.*
DM Novus: The assembled watch as Eliphas makes a move....
Karl: *the Artificer chooses to remain on the stairs, instead of storming off toward into the fray - taking up a defensive pose and taking its mighty halberd from its massive shoulder*
Eliphas Valkarian: *he quickly leans down to grab the gauntlet while keeping an eye on the others.* Lookie what we have here... *he gets a hold of the precious gauntlet and leans back up again, holding the artifact in front of his smiling face.* Very kind of you to deliver me this parting gift, brothers.
*No reason to stick around anymore... now that I have this relic of yours, Radiant Heart.*
Thedran: *Shouts* BE STILL!
Karl: *the iron behemoth does not say a word, as he never does - and readies the sharp end of its halbard for anyone trying to flee by the flight of stairs*
DM Novus: Gaervin has managed to drag Cecilia securely away from Eliphas' grasp. Thedran shouts a word designed to cloud minds....
Eliphas Valkarian: Be sure to bring her back as I remember her, Gaervin... *he looks slightly emotionally conflicted as he looked at Cecilia's body for a brief moment. It all disappears once Thedran utters something.*
Roll Target: General Area
DMFI Dice Roll for: Will Mod: 30 TOTAL: 49
DM Novus: The command of "BE STILL" that rushes towards Eliphas...only seems to make him more...angry.
Eliphas Valkarian: *he starts laughing all wickedly* Did you really think your little tricks had any affect on One of Bane's Favoured...?
Thedran: I think your head will decorate the road. So gloat. . while you can.
*Gloat? What I have accomplished here today goes beyond gloating, Thedran.*
Karl: *deciding its previous stance would be detrimental, the massive behemoth rushes forth and settles at Ferragus' side - it storms forth under a loud orchestra of metallic clanging*
*My Lord... remove my being from this rabble and bring me to my fortress. I have secured a victory for you and the Zhentarim today.*
DM Novus: The weight of warriors towers over the Dark Knight...as he calls out to his true, chosen Lord Bane. In that instant, a dark cloud bursts from Eliphas, his figure slowly dissolving....
Arkaine HalfOrken: *The swing of his next blow passes through the dark mist and he bellows in outrage as his mace drives into the stone floor and he finally halts.*
*Until next time, half-beast... when you will feel the full power of mine upon your weak soul.*
DM Novus: The now known Dark Knight flees...Cecilia and the Chancellor...remain. The air is heavy with surprise...and conflict still lingers, as realizations begin to settle upon all those that have witnessed the unveiling of the deceiver Eliphas Valkarian.
Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine throws his mace aside and it lands on the stone floor with a clatter, and he reaches down to invoke Lay on Hands on the Chancellor, as a golden light emanates from his leather gauntleted hand.*
Ferragus Manus: Clerics! *he bellowed, gesturing for a standing paladin to fetch the clerics of the order. His visage is a mask of outrage, transformed from its usual granite placid look*
DM Novus: The Chancellor receives the power that lies within the Half-orcs hands. He is saved from death, that is for certain. However, thought the wounds close and color returns to the Chancellor's face almost immediately, some might wonder if the wound by the Baneblade has any lingering effect...as he remains comatose.
Karl: *hangs its halberd over its large shoulder, dangling by a leather strap*
Thedran: *Sheaths his weapon*
Gaervin Goldenshield: *the gnome performs his lay on hands on Cecilia as well, placing both open palms on her.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *His eyes glow with golden radiance for a moment, and then the light flickers out as the Half Orc stands with the Chancellor cradled in his arms.*
Ferragus Manus: *he would sheathe his blade in a quick practised motion and thud to a single knee before Cecilia, casting his own poultry healing prayers on her in an effort to assist*
DM Novus: Cecilia receives the power of Gaervin's hands...her bones and skin returning to their natural shape and beauty...and as they do, her consciousness returns. And soon, reality of what has occurred sets in to her thoughts...
Thedran: *Folds his arms*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Stirring, a soft groan leaves her lips as she overcomes her unconscious state, her limbs shifting, twitching. Her features are crest-fallen as the knowledge returns to her in a crushing wave, and for a moment her expression is one of deep hurt and despair.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: Blasphemy has been wrought here! By Helm we must recover thine Gauntlet of Torm!
Karl: *approaches Cecilia with the utmost care*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Her eyes shoot open, body jolting upright as she calls out the name of her former mentor. The fingers of her sword arm clutch nothing but air.*
Karl: *places down a well-packaged bundle, containing all manner of medical substances and tools, then shoves it toward Gaervin*
Ferragus Manus: *he placed a large hand on her shoulder to steady her* He has escaped for now. He attempted to take you with him, sister.
Karl: *a deep sound rumbles within the iron giant's face mask almost resembling the sound of anger.*
Thedran: *Cracks his neck*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He sets the chancellor down gently and steps away.*
Cecilia Lafayette: *The paladin checks herself over with a grimace. Head pounding, her gaze drifts to the Chancellor, a look of concern.* "He no longer has claim to this place, at least. His end will come swiftly when the time comes." *she murmurs hoarsely*
Thedran: *grumbles and turns on his heel*
Ferragus Manus: *The genasi nodded to karl, appreciative for the giant's help*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She reaches a hand out toward Karl, still dazed, but clearly a sign of gratitude before turning her hazy gaze in Gaervin's direction.*
Ferragus Manus: What of the Chancellor? *he asked of Arkaine* How does he fare?
Gaervin Goldenshield: *He says gently to her.* "You have done good this day." *He then rises to his feet, his gaze turning a glare.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: *He nods and grunts.* Aye, he will live.
Ferragus Manus: Rrrgh. It was as you expected, Brother. I did not truely believe it myself until Sister Cecilia came forward.
Cecilia Lafayette: *Pulling herself to her feet as best she can, she stumbles slightly under what feels like a heavy load as she attempts to hold onto her dignity. Her features set into a firm, hardened expression.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: Three traitors within our Order. . . We hath been befouled.
Ferragus Manus: And disgraced.
Cecilia Lafayette: "No." *she shakes her pounding head.* "We will rise up. Better and stronger than we were."
Ferragus Manus: *he clenched a big fist before himself, shame evident on his features* We should of known... *he turned to look at Cecilia and nod absently, even if he didn't believe her words right now*
Gaervin Goldenshield: "We shall see our honor renewed when this man's head is righteously separated from his body."
Cecilia Lafayette: "I apologise. I couldn't. . . risk telling anyone sooner, as I am sure you understand. Our slate has been wiped clean this day, the taste of betrayal bitter. But we will overcome. We are puppets no longer."
Karl: *reaches for its familiar pouch of illustrated cards - takes out three cards and reveals them in its mighty ironclad hands: one shows a drawing of Eliphas, the other a picture of Darkhold, and finally two armies in battle*
Cecilia Lafayette: *She holds her head in her hands, the blood throbbing in her ears as she looks over the cards.* "Yes. . . war has been waged, and we will fight."
Karl: *tears apart the image of Eliphas, then merges the card of Darkhold and the two fighting armies together, folding them into a tiny package*
Ferragus Manus: *he let forth a sigh, his head hung momentarily*
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgnn. . . Perhaps I hath been a fool these long years. Perhaps it is in reaching out and accepting thine support of other righteous individuals along thine Sword Coast, that will see the forces of evil laid low. *He wanders off somewhat as he speaks.*
Cecilia Lafayette: "I have made steps in which we might do so, if that is what the Order wishes." *She trails off and watches the group dissipate, rubbing her temples.*
Karl: *rumbles with a deep sound, resembling a voice... sounding like: "...grrmmbrlll-waaahhhrrr-grrrrr..."*
Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia would motion to the nearby paladin and guard to take the chancellor to the guest suite and see him comfortable.*
Ferragus Manus: *He lifted his head to look up at Karl, perhaps wondering what he is saying.*
Karl: *hangs its shield back over its left shoulder*
Cecilia Lafayette: *After a few moments, the paladin moves to the fountain pool of holy water and stares down into it in silence.*
Paladin Dedicated to Tyr: *gently puts an arm under the Chancellors shoulder and lifts him up*
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: "I'd best go with him. . ."
Cecilia Lafayette: "Please do, Sir. I will send a cleric after you." *she calls over, glancing at him briefly with a solemn nod before gazing back to her own bloodied reflection in thought.*
Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgn, Brother Blake.
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: "Hm?" *looks a little disheveled from the ordeal, still covered in the Chancellors blood*
Arkaine HalfOrken: I do not think anyone here will object if you and The Most Noble Order hath full expense of our resources while the Chancellor is recovering.
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *he nods slowly* "Ah yes. . . I shall inform the Chancellor when he recovers."
Arkaine HalfOrken: I am sorry for this great evil wrought on your liege. *He grunts.*
Gaervin Goldenshield: "I will alert the men at arms at the gates..."
Blake Keeper of Rolls and Deeds: *he nods quietly, producing a few parchments and refills his inkhouse - the Keeper of Rolls and Deeds has quite a task ahead of him to recount*

[Xanfyrst]

Thou Shall Know Evil, part 3

"Forward, you scum!" the Zhentilar pushed the young paladin with a rough hand, almost making him stumble rather than moving forward. But there was still strength within him in spite of all the beatings and cuts he had received over the last few weeks, still a fight left in him... was it simply stubbornness or sheer defiance? Nevertheless, he kept walking, trying to stand as upright as the pain would allow it.

After the sun went down, this Lord Greldinard had told him that they would attack the village in the valley. And it was towards that same village they were walking. When he had last seen it, it had been peaceful, almost idyllic so. Now? Almost all of the houses were half-burn out with some flames still licking the coal-like pillars that was now nothing but the skeletons of homes.

Some Zhentilar was removing some of the dead who had fought back, piling them up in large groups along the main road. The young man could estimate that there had probably been over 300 people in this village. The Zhentarim forces had also seen casualties, strangely enough. Several of the Zhentilar bodies that was carefully laid onboard a wagon, some with steel arrows in them, others with cut-wounds more deep and precise than any farmer tool could make.

At the town-center stood Lord Greldinard with a group of Zhentarim soldiers that the young paladin had deducted were his personal guards. Among them a young man taller than everyone. His name was Mael Tenebris and was an acolyte of the Tyrant God as well as the protegée of the Zhentarim Lord himself.
In front of them sat a man, bound with ropes and with his head down. He wore a well-crafted leather armour and several equipment of similar good craftmanship that would indicate he and his likes were responsible for the death of the Zhentilar soldiers. They were probably also the target for the raid too.

"Ah... our guest has arrived." the masked Lord Greldinard's metallic voiced cut through the mild wind. The Zhentilar who had brought him to their master, pushed him forward but kept a little distance. Greldinard walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulders.
"I have a little gift for you..." and held the other hand out to present the five strangers. The young paladin kept quiet, his eyes briefly studied the men who not once looked up.
"What is the matter? Do you not like my little gift?"
The paladin turned his head and looked at the Lord with an expression of defiance in his grey eyes.
"I will not play your little games."
"Games?" the Lord laughed, the laughter twisted from the mask. "I am not playing any games, son." the masked Lord walked over to the man and pulled him by the hair, forcing him to look up at them.
"Do you recognise him?"
The young man looked at the man. A strange sense of familiarity awoke inside him. Where had he seen him before? Suddenly a brief flashback played through his mind. He knew the man. He had been the drower who had rode into his village with his wagon that had the colours of the Purple Dragons on it. The paladin had thought it was a supply wagon from Suzail to their small outpost. This had happened merely a half-day before the crucial night when the village had been burned down along with the small garrison stationed there.

"Ahh... you remember!" Greldinard gleefully said and released the man's hair again, violently.
"These vermins here were behind the sacking of your home." the Lord motioned the Zhentilar to bring the paladin to him. They did, the paladin's eyes were only on the bandit that Greldinard had exposed. He sensed a deep and violent rage inside him, threatening to surface at any moment.
Lord Greldinard unsheathed his sword and presented it for the paladin.
"He awaits judgement."
The paladin's eyes tiredly moved from the bandit to the Zhentarim Lord and looked at the grey-blue eyes, which was the only part of the mysterious man's face he could see. The eyes revealed no deception or malice.
The young man grabbed the hilt and Greldinard released his grip on it. At first he thought of cleaving the Zhentarim Lord in two and simply let the rest of the Black Network's servants cut him down... but something kept him from doing so. The hatred he had felt when he recognised the bandit's face was now greater than the hate he felt for the masked man or anyone else around him. He walked forward, the bandit looking up. There was no guilt in the man's eyes. Only a coldness that belonged to a man who had taken many lives.

The paladin placed himself next to the man and stood there for a good while. The Zhentilar soldiers around them began mumbling, some confused others excited. The Dread Lord himself was calm and collected, not uttering a word and merely observing the whole thing.
The paladin finally spoke, his voice strong but dry from the lack of water.
"Why did you do it?"
The Bandit simply looked at him with his remorseless eyes for a moment and then returned to look down at the ground like he had done in the beginning.
"In Tyr's name I judge you..." the rage within took over and he swiftly lifted the sword over his head and cut the bandit's head off with a single strike. The Zhentilar were cheering for some reason.
"Justice have been served today, son." the masked Lord said as he gently took the sword out of his prisoner's hand again. He motioned the guards to take the paladin back to his tent.
"Tend to his wounds and fed him. I want him at his strongest by the end of the week."

The Zhentilar guards restrained him again and guided him back to the Zhentarim's camp on the top of the hills. The young paladin did not notice it though as he was lost within his mind, struggling against himself.

[Xanfyrst]

Prologue

Outside the walled city of Zhentil Keep stood a lone figure on a hill. In front of him was a forgotten shrine for the God of Tyranny, Strife and Hatred. A young boy had been sacrificed in Bane's name, the blood from his cleanly cut throat filling the engraves of the shrine.

The man looked up into the sky, the clouds forming a strange pattern centered around the shrine's location. The mild breeze was suddenly replaced by a strong cold wind, the sky opened and heavy rain drops fell down on his pale face. A lightning strike followed by thunder could be seen and heard nearby.

The man looked down at the the item in his possession. A gauntlet, magnificient in design and bristling with divine power. He stared at the ancient artifact for a few moments before taking it on, his single eye showing no sign of fear.

"This time you will... submit!" he held the gauntlet towards the sky, pain searing through his mind, bones and flesh as the his enemy tried to beat back his divine assault. With a flash of light, lightning struck the gauntlet... and he found himself elsewhere.

The Manifestations of a Black Soul, Part 1

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[DM] Maecius: Wherever you were, whatever you were doing, suddenly the world around you swirled and pulled away. A number of familiar, if slightly transparent, people surround you. A solitary man stands between two magic circles. And two massive beings of power stand before him. One radiating warmth and holiness, the other malevolent strength and command. The two champions appear to be beaten and worn down. They look exhausted, in spite of their divine glory.

Champion of Bane: *Snort.* Look at all of them ... I think it's clear who lacks confidence. *The creature snarls at the overcrowded 'Good' circle.*

Champion of Torm: Silence, creature. Those of pure hearts are simply more ready to answer the call of the gauntlet.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *the white haired man in front of them turns around to look at both groups.*

Ameris Santraeger: *his mouth open in shock, the change from what he WAS doing is quite stark… he appears to have been mid-sentence*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia glances down, fingers still positioned as if holding a tea cup. Slowly her gaze rises to the man before them, then to the others around.*

Telia Navra: *a strange sound escapes from her lips, she blinks, looking around*

Erza: *she seems somewhat speechless looking around*

Ameris Santraeger: *he stares about in utter surprise*

Cecilia Lafayette: What is this. . . ? *she murmurs softly, possibly addressing Ameris though she doesn't turn to face him. Her fingers grasp at the missing sheath from her side, almost instinctively. Of course, she finds nothing.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *gives the Zhentarim a short nod and then looks at the other group with his single eye.*

Telia Navra: *she continues to blink, utterly confused*

Ameris Santraeger: *his eyes narrow, and his hand moves to his waist, as if to draw a sword...which is not there*

Telia Navra: *she eyes the circle she is stood in quickly, trying to determine what magic may be in effect - if any*

Selengil Harkonis: dips his head politely to Eliphas

Cecilia Lafayette: *Blue eyes narrowing slightly in a squint, she takes the smallest of shuffling steps forward and halts.*

Telia Navra: Roll Target: Telia Navra

DMFI Dice Roll for: Spellcraft Mod: 37 TOTAL: 38

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Interesting choice, Tormite. *he says, his eye fixed on the group but the words aimed at the angel.*

Xavier Aylomen: *he acknowledges Eliphas, his fist to his chest. then looking to the ones gathered across from him*

Champion of Torm: It was not my choice, but yours.

Champion of Bane: Bah, it was all his choice. He just thinks the more of them there are the more they'll help him win.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *turns his attention to the angel and quirks his brow* Even the Half-beast?

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze darts between the large figures, then to the opposite circle before lingering on Eliphas.*

Ameris Santraeger: *he tears his gaze away from Eliphas the Deceiver finally, looking about at the other spectral figures...he remains at about the same level of surprise*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine appears to have been deep in supplication. Before opening his eyes and bellowing his thoughts of treachery and gripping his giant mace with both hands.* Can this be true! Do doth not believe what I see! My foes who I hath hunted throughout all this time. Now within striking distance!

Champion of Torm: They are here to assist you, Eliphas. To bear witness to your choice and help you make the right one.

Champion of Bane: There is only one right choice. We all know the answer here already.

Ameris Santraeger: *He looks across at the figures in the other circle*

Champion of Torm: If that were so, creature -- *It glares at the demonic being.* -- then we would not be here. And you would not be stopped.

Artoria Pendragon: *Artoria noticed the Dread lord the CoT, CoB. She is forced herself to calm down.*

Telia Navra: *her eyes dart frantically around, she then raises her hands, casting a spell on herself*

Selengil Harkonis: Is that what this is? The other lot might aswell just go home.

Cecilia Lafayette: *She frowns lightly, scratching at her wrist.*

Champion of Bane: Stopped! *It laughs.* By a bird man and his friends. Eliphas! Look upon them!

Erza: Foul creatures like you're self cannot understand the true heart of men

Champion of Bane: Every one in that circle has betrayed you. They're no help here. See how they draw weapons against you.

Champion of Torm: It is not against him, but you, they draw arms. *The angelic being counters.*

Telia Navra: *she concentrates on the circle around her first, herself and the others around her, and then outward the circle*

Ameris Santraeger: *He looks back towards Telia, a long look*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: They do want me all dead, yes.

Erza: Besides i believe your circle does also have weapons drawn *indicating Xavier*

Selengil Harkonis: They are nothing but a mewling bunch of children...So idiotic and weak they fell before your ruse, their only shred of greatness was when -you- commanded them...Now look at them? Lost and confused, all they know how to do is draw steel and babble incomprehensibly like the fools they are...The anger is clear on their faces.

Telia Navra: *she looks at her hands then, clenching and unclenching them*

Cecilia Lafayette: All, Eliphas? *she murmurs softly.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *his eye darts to the soft words of his old squire* You do not wish me dead, Cecilia?

Xavier Aylomen: She wishes for nothing more

Cecilia Lafayette: What would it achieve? I know what you were once. Another soul lost would be no victory. *she offers gently.* You and I both know the wisdom in that.

Champion of Torm: *Gently, though with exhaustion in its voice.* They do not thirst for your death, but an end to villainy. They want the gauntlet returned to those who can use it to better the world.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine growls and steps out of his circle.* Then let us end the babble. And with it your lives; servants of evil! *He points his giant mace at Selengil and issues him the Paladin's Salute.*

Xavier Aylomen: The beast screamed for you death only moments ago.

Selengil Harkonis: *lets out a laugh* Those fools bettering the world? What have they ever accomplished other than to trip over their own failures and stupidity.

Champion of Bane: They'd kill you in a second if they weren't afraid of what would happen if they tried. They 'thirst' to take from you what is rightfully yours. See how quickly they go to violence, with numbers on their side?

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: The gauntlet is mine! *he says with great determination*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze remains on Eliphas' single eye, unwavering.* Why?

Erza: This is not a place to draw steel its a place to save soul's *to arkaine*

Xavier Aylomen: They want nothing but to kill you... *he motions to Arkaine* The beast cant think of anything more

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: You would not understand, girl.

Selengil Harkonis: Because he -earnt- it..Rightfully so.

Telia Navra: *she listens to some whispered words yet her expression is still that of a frantic woman*

Cecilia Lafayette: Then help me to. Isn't that what you wished for? Conversation?

Xavier Aylomen: What do you deserve the gauntlet for? You were unable to protect it from a servant of the Black Hand, it is no longer yours to possess.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine roarse.* Enough of the charade. I will not banter idiocy with murderers! Let us dispense with the games and end this nonsese the only way it can end!

Selengil Harkonis: Help her flit from bed to bed...Her loyalties are laughably false. Look how she changes religion almost as much as she changes lovers.

Artoria Pendragon: I think Eliphas is our target, Sir Arkaine. Let's waiting for the right time. *she says to Arkaine.*

Xavier Aylomen: *he points to Arkaine* He only proves my point

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her brow twitches at the false accusations.*

Telia Navra: *she looks at Eliphas, to see if he is holding the gauntlet of Torm*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: You cannot defeat me, girl. *to Artoria*

Selengil Harkonis: She couldn't even remain a paladin her resolve was so weak...She deserves nothing.

Arkaine HalfOrken: The gauntlet will be returned to Lord Chancellor Omar Noblenheart. Whom it was stolen from by this coward and theif. * he points to Eliphas with his giant mace now.*

Selengil Harkonis: He really does prove our point for us.

Artoria Pendragon: me? You sure, my god is beside me here, you have no chance.

Ameris Santraeger: *a pensive frown*

Erza: The gauntlet is not why we are here, it is but an object, we are here to help you make the right choice, to allow a chance at redemption.

Cecilia Lafayette: Uuehtchehtea sono si cosi ehepharreheyede oheph, Eliphas? *she shakes her head slowly, murmuring in the shared tongue of their homeland.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine growls once more* There is no point to be made, nor argument you can make. You are damned by your alliegance.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Your god is besides you... but my god is inside me. Through my veins runs the divine essence of Bane.

Champion of Bane: Consider who you stand with – *The creature says to those in the 'good' circle.* -- and why you stand for them. Join our circle if you would stand with those who know the true path to a changed world.

Ameris Santraeger: *he would look to Erza* Redemption? For him? His soul is tainted by ... *he trails of as Eliphas speaks* He speaks so himself.

Champion of Torm: You were a good man, once, Eliphas. You can be again. Should we remind you?

Erza: No soul is so tainted it cannot find redemption.

Xavier Aylomen: You will make the right choice Eliphas... Bane has empowered you. They are all weak, and should bow before you like they once did.

Selengil Harkonis: You see? They have no desire to help you...They call for your blood and make demands.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Epheeharr si enohtea esohemmeteaehtcheyeengee I so, ragazza.

Erza: We would not be here if there was not some good in him.

Champion of Bane: Oh please do. Let's remind him of what happens when you side with those who think they know it all.

Ameris Santraeger: *an angry look at Erza's words, he does not reply to her, instead glaring at the Champion of Torm*

Cecilia Lafayette: Teaehtcheen che-cosa oheph amore? *she asks, reaching for her pocket.*

Xavier Aylomen: Nothing but betrayal will come from them.

Selengil Harkonis: The only thing they are worthy of is to bend the knee or to die the fools that they are. Remember what it is to follow bane...You are on the precipice of being favoured like no other.

Cecilia Lafayette: *From the pocket of her gown, she retrieves a locket and holds it up to dangle off a single, slender finger.*

Ferragus Manus: Imbecile, it was he that betrayed us.

Xavier Aylomen: They will lie to you, trick you. Then cast you aside once your used up. Look at who is in that circle.

Telia Navra: *she eyes Eliphas a moment longer, then finally, looks at the other circle with Xavier and Selengil*

Xavier Aylomen: Telia. A traitor.

Artoria Pendragon: See, my god is still want you back to good, Eliphas.

Cecilia Lafayette: *She takes a step forward, the amulet swinging lightly from the movement.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Do si beeeelleyeeveae I epheeharr amore? *laughs*

Ameris Santraeger: *he seems furious, staring at the champion of Torm*

Cecilia Lafayette: What of them? *she snaps the locket open with a flick of her thumb.*

Xavier Aylomen: Ameris, a traitor to more than one faith.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine turns now to the Warrior Angel and bends his knee to the divine being and bellows.* By your command, my host will draw righteous steel against these servants of evil. You hath but to command it so!

Telia Navra: So it would seem. Many times over. *she says softly to Xavier as he speaks of her*

Xavier Aylomen: Cecilia... She is weaker than all of them.

Selengil Harkonis: Cecilia a traitor to everyone she's ever known. Lovers...Gods. She'd betray the wind if it blew in a direction unfavourable.

Ameris Santraeger: *he would look at Xavier sharply as he is mentioned*

Xavier Aylomen: Ready to betray you again, Eliphas. None of them fought beside you in the name of our Lord Bane like I have. None of them bleed for you.

Ameris Santraeger: *he would reach to clasp his holy symbol, if he was able to do so in this spectral place*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Tutti I hanno stati deoheyeengee per l' ultima molti deeseaehdeees si eseeharrseaehtcheyeengee per si... arreseaelleheyeemmeyeengee si. *he chuckles lightly, almost sadly so*

Champion of Torm: *The winged being shakes its head at Arkaine.* You can do no harm to one another here. You are not truly here, nor are they. Only phantoms of your souls are here.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Stay away, girl.

Telia Navra: *she looks towards the Champion of Torm, frowning*

Selengil Harkonis: Consider how bane rewards those that please him as you have...Untold glory and power.

Erza: And think of the love and happyness you will lose in so doing.

Xavier Aylomen: You will gain nothing from them... They will simply cast you out once you return the gauntlet to them.

Champion of Bane: Enough! Let us remind you of real betrayal, Eliphas!

Selengil Harkonis: What is the love of fools such as they? You are nothing to them, when you should be their lord and master.

Xavier Aylomen: They are liars and cowards!

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine grunts at this, and bellows once more* What is it that you command be done; Divine Lord? Command us, and by mine will I shalt see it done!

Cecilia Lafayette: Exohyou so l' deepeeteaehtches oheph il-mio peeeheyeen, eelleyepeeehtchehes. Si deoheesen'tea hanno di essere come questo.

Ameris Santraeger: I did betray you Eliphas. I disobeyed your orders; then I broke oaths to swear to the Harp. I did betray you. I never betrayed that which you had told me I ought to do; to fight for others, no matter what I had done in the past - give them my future.

Cecilia Lafayette: *She holds the locket out to him, two female faces evident within as it spins slowly on it's chain.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *points at the Champion of Bane and utters the words with extreme but controllable anger* You do NOT know anything about betrayal! And you be silent girl!

[DM] Maecius:

The area begins to fill with white mist, and vision becomes restricted. Things around them begin to change.

Xavier Aylomen: Why would you listen to her?

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: None of you understands betrayal or pain.

Xavier Aylomen: She cannot remain true to her own faith. Let alone you.

Telia Navra: *she laughs, a mad laughter*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I was betrayed before I was even born!

Cecilia Lafayette: I know you betrayed me. *she states softly.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head and snorts at Eliphas* So now, here we stand at last; "Dread Lord" Eliphas. Tis not arrogant words or promises that echo from you now, but your own self pity.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I betrayed nobody. I only lied about my divine affiliation...

Xavier Aylomen: They know nothing of you, they care nothing for you.. they want one thing.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *He shakes his head in almost disbelief* I thought you made of sterner stuff.

[DM] Maecius:

The mist recedes, and the group is standing in a small, warm cottage. The people in the home, a beautiful half-elven woman and a child, don't seem to notice the sudden appearance of the group. There is a sudden, almost frantic knock at the door.

Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia looks around in slight horror. . . she knew this scene; had seen it once before.*

Ameris Santraeger: *he stares about in confusion, taking in his surroundings. He'd look to Cecilia then*

Telia Navra: *her maddened laughter continues and then fades as the scene changes, she draws in a few breaths, looking around, then her eyes dart towards the door*

Helena: Oh! A minute! *She calls, setting dishes back into the basin.*

Artoria Pendragon: *Artoria looks around, can't belive what happens here.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: This... *he stops as he realises who they are*

Helena: *As the half-elven woman passes the ghostly Israe'anna, the two's similarity--aside from skin color--would be striking.* Who are -- ? *The door opens, letting in three people. Helena steps back quickly.*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Raises a brow as the woman walks by. She stays off to the side out of the way simply observing for the time being*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Aluviahelena'thai... *he says in elven as she walks towards him*

Ameris Santraeger: *Ameris murmurs in hushed but firm tones*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her fingers curl tightly around the locket in her hand, the locket baring the image of the half-elven woman and the child. *

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine staggers for a few seconds, before regaining his bearing and casting his wolfish gaze around at what he see's, before condeming it as heresy and evil* What foul mirage of depravity bear we witness to now!

Harper Agent 1: There's no time, dear. You are in danger. *The man steps in, with two others. The other two quickly bar the door.*

Ameris Santraeger: It is a home, Grandmaster. *he says this softly*

Artoria Pendragon: *she walks close to Cecilia, and see the image in the locket.*

Helena: D-Danger? *She steps back, looking at the drawn weapons. She instinctively puts herself between them and her child.*

Ameris Santraeger: *his eyes on the newcomers*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *blinks as the men walk through him, bringing him out of his trance-like look when he saw the woman*

Harper Agent 1: The Zhentarim. Foul sons of -- pardon the language. *He smiles ruefully, looking over his shoulder.* Your husband's been told to return home swiftly. We'll hold this place until he's here.

Helena: I -- what is going on here?

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Don't trust them, Helena... *he whispers loudly*

Harper Agent 1: *The elf moves quickly to the window, peering out. He walks right through the group of paladins and priests and not-wizards as though they weren't even there.* They're here. *He says grimly, peering outside in the dusky evening.*

Ameris Santraeger: *He watches the three newcomers, shuddering as he is walked through*

Telia Navra: *she just blinks, confused*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he attempts to grab her by the shoulder, but his hands run straight through her as if she… or he was a ghost.*

Cecilia Lafayette: *She clenches her fist tightly enough that her knuckles blanch white and hand shakes slightly in silence, watching the scene unfold with a grimace.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine's eyes narrow on Eliphas and his words, and his gaze turns to the armed "Harpers"; trying to discern their intentions*

Ameris Santraeger: *he then stares at the woman, Helena*

Harper Agent 1: Quickly! *He looks around, then motions the woman towards the ladder.* Get upstairs with the child! You'll be safe there!

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Can't take her eyes off of her light-skinned twin, eyebrows raised in sudden understanding*

Helena: *She blinks, clearly fearful. But not prepared to argue. Getting away seems wise right now.* Shh, take your toys with you, Liv. *She says in a sing-song, trying to stay calm for the toddler.*

Artoria Pendragon: *maybe. just maybe, the Dread lord has a poor childhood.. she thinks..*

Helena: *She carries her daughter up into the attic.*

Telia Navra: *she looks at the mother and child, then at the unknown 'Harpers'*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine grunts and shakes his head* By divine purpose, what doth we now bear witness to; a memory? A vision of what was? A regret?

Cecilia Lafayette: *She murmurs softly, a saddened expression.*

Telia Navra: *she then blinks at Cecilia*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: No... do not! *he reaches out, but knows he cannot grab her. He then looks at the child in front of him, the little girl resembling Cecilia a lot.* Livia..

Ameris Santraeger: *He frowns at something murmured*

Xavier Aylomen: You know what they did here Eliphas.

Ameris Santraeger: *eyes following the woman and child, he murmurs* Comrades, you tried...

Harper Agent 2: Ready ... ?

Harper Agent 1: At the door. *He nocks an arrow.*

Ameris Santraeger: *he then looks to Eliphas, an intent look*

[DM] Maecius: *The handle jiggles.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *there is an almost tender look on Eliphas' face*

[DM] Maecius: *BANG. BANG. THe door in front of Eliphas begins to shudder in its frame.*

Telia Navra: *she looks at the door, and Eliphas*

Harper Agent 1: Make ready!

[DM] Maecius: *The door shatters into pieces.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he blinks and becomes aware of the situation again, turning his head to look at the door*

Telia Navra: *her hands raise, as if to cast a spell... yet she knows there is little they can do to affect the scene*

Artoria Pendragon: *she even want to draw her sword to protect the woman, but she know she was just a observer.*

Dwarf Warrior: Rarh!

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Stands passively, only analyzing the scene before her. She would show slight remorse, but other than that she seems rather unaffected by the scene, as she is no stranger to terrible things happening*

Ameris Santraeger: *sadly* Unsung, unremembered.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine bellows in spite* What do you want to show us now, traitor?!

Harper Agent 1: *His arrow flies.*

Ameris Santraeger: *still sadly* It is the past, Grandmaster.

[DM] Maecius: *The dwarf falls as an arrow takes him down, but then the window suddenly crashes in beside the elf.*

Ameris Santraeger: *although he looks to Cecilia for confirmation*

Harper Agent 2: Look out!

Cecilia Lafayette: *She watches on in silence. The scene seems to have triggered something, enough to make her eyes damp. She nods to Ameris, confirming.*

Telia Navra: *she jumps, her head turning towards the window*

Arkaine HalfOrken: Hrgn? *Arkaine's voice becomes a raucous growl as he turns to Ameris* Hrgn! You know of what evil that did pervade here?!

Selengil Harkonis: *folds his hands in his sleeves and merely watches the scene unfold curiously*

Ameris Santraeger: *He would turn to bear witness to the passing of a comrade*

Zhentarim Assassin: *The woman rolls through, cutting the elf down. The pointed-ear archer falling to the floor.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *his single eye darts to the window after the dwarf falls over with an arrow in his chest. It radiates with once buried deep hatred*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head* What know you of this; Ameris?!

Harper Agent 2: Don't worry! Watch the door!

Ameris Santraeger: *He seems intent on recording everything wtih his minds eye*

[DM] Maecius: *The room suddenly erupts in combat, as the swordsman does combat with the assassin. The fight is swift and violent, moving quickly across the room. The gnome at the door looks fearful.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine grinds his teeth, as the violence happens and men start to die*

Telia Navra: *she tries to reach for the weave, to blast the one who rolled in through the window*

Harper Agent 2: Aha-ha-ha! *He thrusts, taking advantage.*

Zhentarim Assassin: *She dives over the desk, rolling onto the floor.*

Ameris Santraeger: Speak of it, Sister. Let them know what they see.

[DM] Maecius: *Unseen, a candle has fallen over on the desk.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: Out with it! *he bellows, as his gaze turns to Cecilia.*

Telia Navra: *she grimaces, as it is obvious the magic she tried to use has no effect at all*

Cecilia Lafayette: "Helena, his wife. Livia. . . his daughter. . ." Her thumb brushes over the locket.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *realised a long time ago he cannot affect it, but the scenes unfolding would still provoke strong emotions in him, slowly creeping towards the surface*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *She finally speaks* Orc-Knight, shut your mouth! We are all seeing as it played out right now!

Harper Agent 3: *She looks back at the fight, fingers clutching around her tiny hatchet.*

Harper Agent 2: You dare put innocents in the middle of this war! *He curses, fighting fiercely.*

Zhentarim Assassin: *She smirks, her scarred lip contorting in an ugly manner.* Just stay out of the way, Harp. You have no idea what you are interfering with.

Ameris Santraeger: *he cannot help but smile sadly at the tragic irony in the swordsman's words*

Harper Agent 2: *He parries an attack, and presses it again.*

Cecilia Lafayette: "And then it all burns . ."

Erza: *listens to the harper and charges the woman*

Harper Agent 3: Look out! There's fire! *She cries.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *the hand where the Gauntlet of Fury is on is being clenched... very hard*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine turns his gaze to the Dark Elf and he growls* And you are another black handed servant of evil in service to the Lord of Tyranny? I would tell you to burn in the Nine Hells. . . But I think we are already there.

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze drifts over to the inevitable fire with a forlorn expression.*

Telia Navra: *she presses her back against the crates behind her, a hand reaches towards Ameris... perhaps to see if he is solid or if her hand would go through him?*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *his lips are knit tight, their colour fading*

Ameris Santraeger: *his eyes trace to the fire, before moving back to the fight, following it with concentration*

Harper Agent 2: *The Harper begins to give ground, the woman's fierce attacks taking their toll.*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Doesn't respond to Arkaine, seeming to not care for his words*

Zhentarim Assassin: *The woman attacks with silent fury, moving with deadly purpose. She has neither time nor need for taunts.*

Harper Agent 2: *Finally, the Harper takes a deep stab into his side, but uses the movement to counter, running the woman through with his blade.*

Telia Navra: *she makes a strange sound as her hand goes right through Ameris*

Artoria Pendragon: *These two man was fighting to the death, she thinks.*

Cecilia Lafayette: "Soon the house becomes engulfed with flames but Eliphas. . . Eliphas isn't there . ." *she murmurs, as if narrating a memory or emotion with the clarification Ameris asked for.*

Zhentarim Assassin: *She grunts, and gurgles slightly before falling to the ground.*

Ameris Santraeger: *again, he cannot help a small smile at the swordsman's defiance*

Harper Agent 2: Gods ...

Harper Agent 3: Sh-She's still upstairs!

Harper Agent 2: *The wounded man looks at the fire with a horrified expression.*

Ameris Santraeger: *he'd look to Telia as she made a noise*

Harper Agent 3: Do something! We have to do something!

Harper Agent 2: *The man slowly shakes his head, clutching his Harper pendant with a pained expression.* We ... There's nothing we can do. Get out. We have to get out.

Harper Agent 3: We can't just leave her!!! The baby!

Telia Navra: *she nods at something quietly said by Ameris*

Ameris Santraeger: *he looks towards the door, his lips grow thin*

Harper Agent 2: Move! We'll just die with them!

Cecilia Lafayette: "He couldn't save them. . ." *she murmurs sadly toward the ground* "Should have been there. . ."

Ameris Santraeger: *and his eyes move to Eliphas*

Harper Agent 3: WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE--

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *A single tear runs down his cheek as he sees his family being burn alive. Again.*

Harper Agent 2: *He turns and strikes the woman in the face with his knee. As she staggers, he catches her and quickly runs out of the burning building.*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her lip trembles slightly as she speaks the next words, brow furrowed.* "And he lost that which was dearest to him."

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he closes his eyes and holds his arms slightly outwards to the side as if he hopes the flames would take him this time*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine grimaces as the fire consumes the house and everything around them*

Telia Navra: *she holds her hands up, as if to protect herself from the flames as they intensify. An insitinct... even though they do her no harm*

Ameris Santraeger: Broken God...they tried... They tried...

Israe'anna Xilaben: *She keeps her eyes on Eliphas, seeming to actually care, she watches his reactions carefully*

Xavier Aylomen: They did nothing.

Ferragus Manus: *He closed his gemstone eyes and sounded a deep earthy sigh of relief, as if being consumed by the flames was preferable to being here*

Israe'anna Xilaben: I am naut of the Dark or Light in this, the Light caused this.

Ameris Santraeger: The ones who caused this are the ones who brought violence here. Not those who tried to stop it!

Israe'anna Xilaben: The Harpers brought the violence in here.

Xavier Aylomen: The harpers brought the violence here. Not the ones pursuing them.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I deve hanno stati qui... *he whispers*

Erza: So the harpers should have let the assassin come in ?

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze shifts to Eliphas.* "exohyou potrebbe enohtea hanno kayenohuuen. "

Ameris Santraeger: They stood between assasins knives and the child!

Israe'anna Xilaben: The Harpers should have fought elsewhere. Not hiding behind an innocents dwelling.

Xavier Aylomen: The fight wouldve been else where had the harpers not hid like cowards inside here.

[DM] Maecius:

The smoke begins to take away everyone's sight. And then things change again. The room around them becomes familiar, in a way, once more. The heatless flames are gone.

Sir Eliphas Valkarian: No!! *A man screams, struggling against a pair of knights.*

Purple Dragon Knight 1: Sir, you can't! The fire's too far gone!

Purple Dragon Knight 2: He's right -- ghnn -- sir, you'll die if you go in there!



Ameris Santraeger: *he stares about, the strange visions growing less surprising now. His gaze settles on the knights...and Sir Eliphas*

Cecilia Lafayette: *She glances toward the familiar garb in recognition*

Ameris Santraeger: *his lips thin*

Champion of Bane: *The creature clicks its tongue.* Burning alive. What a terrible way to go.

Telia Navra: *she blinks at the scene*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *looks at his younger self*

Champion of Bane: If only the Harpers hadn't intervened.

Xavier Aylomen: Had they only stayed out of your house and kept the fighting outside where it belongs.

Telia Navra: If they had not... would it not have been death by knives instead... *she shakes her head* The result, the same. Death.

Ameris Santraeger: In through a back door or window. It was the only way they could protect.

Selengil Harkonis: Oh yes...Burning alive is -much- better.

Arkaine HalfOrken: And your semantic reasonings are somehow enough to justify a life-time of service to a god of evil?!

Israe'anna Xilaben: Lord, do what you think best. You already know your answer if you search for it.

Champion of Bane: *The Champion of Bane reaches over and waves a hand over the memory of a paladin that once was.*

Artoria Pendragon: No matter what the result is death, u must to do by youself.

Xavier Aylomen: Had they defended the house Instead of hiding inside, Your wife and child would be alive now.

Selengil Harkonis: And yet they defeated their attackers...Had they stayed outside all would have been well.

Erza: And if the zhentariam had not sent the assassin his family would have been fine.

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her brows loft slightly in Israe's direction.* She's right. . . if you were not conflicted, you wouldn't be here. . .

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: You talk of something you have no understanding of, Half-beast. *he says calmly to Arkaine without turning around to face the paladin*

Telia Navra: *her green eyes turn to Israe and narrow at her,* Guess you are still, strangely enough, loyal... Israe.

Israe'anna Xilaben: I am not Zhentarim, Telia. He should do what he thinks best.

Telia Navra: Then what are you...?

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine growls at Eliphas* Dare you talk to me of sin?! And the price you have to pay! Every man is born of sin! Every man must choose his way!

Cecilia Lafayette: His lover. *she murmurs softly.* Helena, reborn.

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Doesn't respond to that, watching Eliphas. She seems to not be too happy being so near to Xavier*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: The choice was never mine. *he says as if that explains everything*

Ameris Santraeger: You were born with taint.

Cecilia Lafayette: Circumstance does not define you, Eliphas.

Ferragus Manus: The choice was always yours.

Ameris Santraeger: *he looks back to Ferragus* Was it?

Cecilia Lafayette: No. . .

Ameris Santraeger: He is a favoured. *Ameris seems angered as he speaks*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: The boy is correct.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *He snarls in disgust* You know nothing of HalfOrken. I was born inside a jail. I was born with scum like you! I am former gutter too!

Israe'anna Xilaben: Eliphas, think for yourself, stop listening to the others. What do you -want- to choose?

Xavier Aylomen: You were born with power.

Champion of Torm: *The holy creature looks sad, but resolute. It just watches on, never taking its eyes off Eliphas.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: You choose your path... mine was chosen for me before I was born.

Cecilia Lafayette: You couldn't choose then. . . but you can now. Exohyou pus seaehtchohohese de. . .

Ameris Santraeger: *he would swipe his hand towards Telia*

Selengil Harkonis: And yet it is the servants and gods of others that bring you pain.

Telia Navra: *she looks at Ameris, trying to determine what he wants*

Champion of Torm: Perhaps we should look at the path you took that led you to here, then. And where things might have changed.

Artoria Pendragon: You can choose by yourself now, I think.

Ameris Santraeger: *He would be trying to take her hand, no doubt failing*

Ferragus Manus: Did he not choose to betray the Order? to take the Holy relic and severely cripple one of our own? Did he not choose to mock and laugh in our face?

Champion of Bane: *The creature snorts, looking confident, despite its own unsteady stance.*

Xavier Aylomen: One minute they threaten to kill you, they next they want to hold your hand.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Si sono enohtea Livia... come molto I uueyeesehtch si si. I pensiero lei aveva esohemmeehtchohuu eesseaehpeeede l' fuoco... ma I arreehelleyeese I si uno ephohohell.

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her brow creases at that, stung.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: How can I betray something I was never a part of?

Selengil Harkonis: They flit about from hating you to wanting to redeem you...They cannot even make up their own minds.

Xavier Aylomen: They are fickle and cowards, waiting for another chance to due you harm.

Telia Navra: *she smiles sadly, murmuring soothingly to Ameris,* I am here.

Cecilia Lafayette: Eye am enohtea lei. Ma . . . si si enohtea fare si qualsiasi di-meno oheph uno padre di me. *With a soft groan of pain, her fingers clutch at the wrist of her right hand yet again.*

Ferragus Manus: You'll find no sympathy from me deceiver. Your reasons were for self greed and power. You are no different than any other power hungry black guard.

Ameris Santraeger: *he would look at Telia for a long moment*

Israe'anna Xilaben: Eliphas, if I were you I would go neither, and walk my own path. As you made me do.

Telia Navra: *she looks back at Ameris* No.

Selengil Harkonis: I do love it when they prove my point for me.

Xavier Aylomen: See, they want nothing but to kill you and take the gauntlet back. No more arguments need be said.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Sympathy? I could care less for your sympathy or lack there of. You are a nobody and you will end your days as a nobody. Just like all paladins do in their vain quest for glory.

Selengil Harkonis: At least until a few moments now when they decide they love him again.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head in disbelief?* Redeem him?! He will have the flames and sword! As will you both! *He snarls again at Selengil and Xavier* I hath seen now and marked you faces and voices and forms. You will pay for your wrongs!

Ferragus Manus: At least I will end my days as a Paladin of Helm, beholden to my vows and retaining my honor.

Selengil Harkonis: *gestures to his mask* Oh yes...Do remember the face.

Champion of Torm: If I recall the narrative, you found out your wife was a Harper. How could you hate the group she loved? They were only trying to save her ... let's look at what happened after you left the Purple Dragons ... *The champion cuts through the argument, and a fresh mist begins to come over the room.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *turning his cyclopian attention to the Champ of Torm with slight anger in his voice* They tried, but did not try hard enough!

Israe'anna Xilaben: *she speaks to Arkaine* Just pointing out, I'm not with these two.

Telia Navra: *she looks towards Cecilia as the mist covers them again, perhaps at the woman's groan*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia falls into silence, never once taking her eyes off her former mentor even as the mist swirls.*

Ferragus Manus: Not some power hungry fool who thought he could rule the world.

Xavier Aylomen: They did not try at all. They lead the battle to your wife. They killed your wife. No one else.

Ameris Santraeger: *he stares at the floor, in the midst of some internal debate*

Xavier Aylomen: They let your house burn. They left her inside.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: ... you know nothing about me. *he looks around the chamber* None of you do!

Arkaine HalfOrken: You remind me of a certain decrpid insipid Elf who flits about the Frendly Arm Inn and pretends to have an ounce of decency! Mark my words I will go looking for him when I wake from this malaise!

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Tilts her head at him, blinking for a moment.*

Selengil Harkonis: You just described about half the elves on the coast. Have fun with that.

Xavier Aylomen: I know nothing of you Eliphas?

Ferragus Manus: We know more of you than you do of us, deciever. Enough to see what that you are mentally unstable.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine raises his giant cast iron mace at Xavier and glowers* And you. I know you. You will answer for your evil.

Israe'anna Xilaben: Hey Telia... if you want to do any convincing you should probably get rid of the orc-knight.

Xavier Aylomen: Yes yes, im sure i will. Though you wont be the one to do so.

Telia Navra: There can be no harm done to others here. *she says neutrally* Only through words. And sometimes... sometimes words are sharper than a blade.

Israe'anna Xilaben: I care not for what path he chooses, I care for his future. The orc promises him swift death should he choose the light.

Xavier Aylomen: Who else here has fought with you like I have? Who else here has bled for you?

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine snarls* Think you a match for HalfOrken? They all think that. Before they die. We will - find out.

Cecilia Lafayette: Do our shared memories mean nothing, Eliphas. . .? *she murmurs softly.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *to the Champion of Torm* Why keep up with this charade?! I only want one thing and this *raises his right hand, the Gauntlet of the Loyal Fury glowing eerily* will give me it.

Ameris Santraeger: *he murmurs softly*

Israe'anna Xilaben: ….Do our shared memories mean nothing, Eliphas? *Mocks Cecilias words*

Selengil Harkonis: The orc does nothing but prove our point for us.

Xavier Aylomen: They want nothing but to take from you and kill you.

[DM] Maecius:

The mist swirls about once more, the world around them shifting into an illusion of a long corridor.

Ameris Santraeger: *head bowed, murmuring in prayer*

Xavier Aylomen: this really doesnt seem to be going your way... Arkaine is making this argument way too easy

Telia Navra: *she listens to the quiet prayer Ameris is saying*

Selengil Harkonis: Now this version of you is much more like it.

Ameris Santraeger: *his head would rise from his prayer*

Telia Navra: *as Ameris finishes his prayer, she would give him a comforting smile*

Ameris Santraeger: *he would raise his holy symbol to his lips, brushing them against the white cord around it. Then he'd smile first to Telia, a loving look, then to Cecilia warmly*

Ameris Santraeger: Ieia oashci heeoa nnerehc tsh adatal eea ere niciao.

Telia Navra: *she steps forward, approaching the Fallen Eliphas' back*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: So it's true? *The masked man asks.*

Telia Navra: *she peers at the Zhentarim Agent for a moment, then steps around the Fallen Eliphas, studying him*

Ameris Santraeger: *he would walk forward too, peering at the scene*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *simply stands there, studying Telia studying his past self*

Artoria Pendragon: *she looks the two Eliphas,and stay sliently for the next things.*

Zhentarim Agent 1: Yes, it's exactly as I said. *The agent smiles, confidently. Almost a smiles evil.* Lord Greldinard is, in fact, your father.

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *He nods at the confirmation.* And the rest?

Ameris Santraeger: *he watches Eliphas - the real one, not the memory*

Telia Navra: This who I knew you most as. *she reaches towards the Fallen Eliphas, poking him, with little effect*

Zhentarim Agent 1: He did order the assassination of your wife and child. To awaken your blood.

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Approaches, and stands next to Telia, she seems a bit bothered*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *Telia's hand goes through the man unnoticed. He nods.* I see.

Telia Navra: *she glances at Israe and murmurs something to the drow*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *eye flickers to Selengil for a moment, but returns to watch the scene unfold itself.*

Zhentarim Agent 1: I wouldn't let it bother you. You can make new brats, right? *He definitely smiles evil this time.* And look at how far you've come since then? You're bound to rise through the ranks now.

Zhentarim Agent 2: You are favored by Bane.

Cecilia Lafayette: *She scowls heavily.*

Ameris Santraeger: He will regret saying that. Won't he? *he says to the real Eliphas*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: Bound to rise through the ranks ... *The man muses.* ... I think you're right.

Zhentarim Agent 1: *The agent nods, then holds a hand out for payment.*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *Eliphas reaches towards his belt for his purse.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *his lips curl into a wicked smile*

Selengil Harkonis: *chuckles softly*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *But his fingers return with a knife. In a flash, his arm arcs and cuts the man's throat.*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia watches on in silence, yet somehow does not flinch when the man is slain.*

Telia Navra: *she smiles, as if amused by some words said, yet it is an unpleasant smile*

Selengil Harkonis: *chuckles again at some private amusement*

[DM] Maecius: *Blood sprays Telia and Israe'anna. Or rather, it goes right through them and across the floor and wall.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine clutches the holy symbol attached to his scarlet tabard; as he watches the scene unfold; his eyes livid with anger at those he see's before him*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Doesn't flinch as it goes through her, watching the scene without letting emotion effect her*

Telia Navra: *she blinks as the blood goes right through her, then sighs at the scene*

Ameris Santraeger: It had to be done, didn't it?
A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *The man slowly moves down the hall, with purpose.*

[Xanfyrst]

The Manifestations of a Black Soul, Part 2

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A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *Walks through the group as though they are mere ghosts.*

Artoria Pendragon: *Even fight with many monsters,the young paladin is shocked by the cold of the slain by Eliphas*

Ameris Santraeger: You'd been tainted, yes. But you remembered what you were; and what they were to you. And you'd never hold that cheap.

Cecilia Lafayette: *She looks down to her wrist, studying it through the cloth.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he silently follows his past self*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine glowers at the display of disloyalty*

Telia Navra: *she mumbled something to Ameris*

Ameris Santraeger: *he nods slightly to Telia*

Zhentarim Honor Guard 1: Sir Eliphas? *The orc turns frowning.* What's the meaning of this? His Lordship is not expecting visit--

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *Eliphas replies by lifting his hand towards the orc.*

Zhentarim Honor Guard: a dira gahh duzun!

Ameris Santraeger: These here, they had chained you to your blood, if that one spoke right. If you had choice before, this is when you had it no longer? Am I right? But you'd not let them get away with that. Not a chance.

Ferragus Manus: *He reversed the grip on the hilt of his sword and rammed it back into the scabbard on his hip. His stern granite face and steely eyes gave away the anger an disappointment boiling beneath his surface. That dissapointment seemed not directed toward Eliphas but more to some of those around him*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *does not speak, but lets the past speak for him*

Zhentarim Honor Guard 2: What is the --

Selengil Harkonis: *smiles under his mask and applauds softly*

Telia Navra: *she watches the men fall, then looks back at Israe*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Continues to watch the scene, she seems unaffected by it still, seeming curious as this Eliphas is the one she met him as*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *As the orcs collapse under the wave of unholy magic, the masked man continues.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine glowers and regards Selengil* Perhaps your death will be half as worthy as theirs.

Israe'anna Xilaben: Orc, shut your mouth for once.

Arkaine HalfOrken: Such is how the Black Lord values his servants.

Lord Greldinard: *The dark lord has clearly heard the commotion, and cloaked himself in spells and armament.* Eliphas! What is going on?

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: His servants die with pleasure as our Lord has a purpose with us, always.

Selengil Harkonis: Some have a greater purpose than others.

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *He calmly puts the knife away.* I have heard something troubling ... father.

Cecilia Lafayette: She glances around the room, slight horror creeping into her features. Her gaze darts momentarily to the mirror, then her wrist. It too, was familiar.

Arkaine HalfOrken: Have you ever seen a man happy to die?

Selengil Harkonis: Dozens.

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *A sword is drawn instead.*

Ameris Santraeger: Even your father. Especially him had to die. Because it was by his order that your wife and child died. His mind. His will.

Lord Greldinard: Father? *You can hear the scowl behind his helmet.* Who told you that ...

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head and snorts* Torture is your way, is it, Elf?

Selengil Harkonis: If it serves a purpose.

Ameris Santraeger: And that is what burned in your heart now, is it not? *his gaze is fixed on the scene*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: Does it matter? *He speaks with unearthly cool.* Did you order the death of my family?

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Sacrifices must be made. Even if they threaten to tear you apart.

Lord Greldinard: *The man lowers his mace.* ... ha ... hahahaha ... *He laughs, low and deep.* Put the sword away, Eliphas.

Telia Navra: Perhaps so... *she says quietly to Eliphas' words*

Ameris Santraeger: This was not a sacrifice though. This was vengeance. Justice, even. A last act of such. Was it not?

Israe'anna Xilaben: *heads over to Telia, and whispers*

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: I intend to. Once I am finished with it.

Telia Navra: *she looks at Israe as the drow walks to her*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: He was my mentor... a father-figure before I knew his true identity.

Cecilia Lafayette: A brief gaze flickers in Eliphas' direction before returning to the scene.

Lord Greldinard: It was for you, Eliphas, that they had to die. They were making you weak. Holding you back! *He speaks with a touch of panic edging into his voice.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine looks at Ameris and shakes his head in disbelief* Justice? A murderer murdering other murderers is justice to you?

Lord Greldinard: Look at how strong you have become! None can stand before you now! That is because of ME!

Artoria Pendragon: *Happy families are all alike, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. she thinks.*

Ameris Santraeger: Whose he murdered so far Grandmaster, at this point of his life?

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: That is because of Bane. *He corrects.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Yes, that is because of you. *he answers even if his father can't hear him*

Lord Greldinard: I -- I am the one who sold you to Bane! I am the one who made you! *He tightens his fingers around the mace.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: His guilt is by association. He hath climbed the rung and ranks of the Zhentarim here in what we see now.

Lord Greldinard: Stop this foolishness now.

Ameris Santraeger: He is doing that in this /very moment/ Grandmaster. That is the moment we are seeing.

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *The man lifts his sword.*

Lord Greldinard: You are no son of mine ...

Xavier Aylomen: Your grandmaster isnt very wise... How did you let him have control?

Ameris Santraeger: He kills this man, his father, he rises in rank.

Arkaine HalfOrken: All who sell their souls to dark gods deserve to be hung! Do you deny that?

Cecilia Lafayette: *She murmurs softly, glancing up at the towering figure on her left.*

Ameris Santraeger: But it is not why he swings the sword, is it?

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *He suddenly moves forward and cuts the man, his father, down.*

Ameris Santraeger: He swings the sword for his wife and child.

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *He slowly kneels beside the dying man and wrenches his helmet off.*

Telia Navra: What if a soul can be turned away...?

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: You're right ... I am no son of yours ...

Israe'anna Xilaben: Hang this hang that, Dark Gods, blah! I wish no conflict with knights but if I hear that "Grandmaster" bark one more stupid remark, I am going to hang -him- with his own intestines.

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: I am ... *He rises, with the helmet.* ... Lord Greldinard ...

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he looks at the dead man who was his biological father. No remorse can be seen in his eye. No sadness can be read from his face*

Telia Navra: Are we always bound to forever walk the same path? No. We can turn away. *she looks at Arkaine*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze flickers toward the mirror on her right, then at the scene.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head at Xavier* You are clearly less intelligent than I to show yourself to me; brigand.

Ferragus Manus: You believe his wife and child would be proud of him for aligning with the same very people that slaughtered them in his own childhood house?

A Fallen Eliphas Valkarian: *He looks down at the helmet. And smiles wryly at it. As mist begins to drift back into the room.*


Ameris Santraeger: No, I believe they would weep. *he responds to Ferragus*

Xavier Aylomen: I show myself to you every day outside the inn and you do nothing.

Ameris Santraeger: I believe they would weep with all their hearts.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shoves the others out of the way* Hang me?! You scrawny sack of bones?!

Erza: Telia is correct.

Ferragus Manus: We'll be sure to pay you a visit after this dream, brigand.

Telia Navra: *Arkaine's shoves would likely have no effect, as they are all not solid - incorporeal instead*

Xavier Aylomen: And ill watch you both die.

Erza: All can find redemption if they seek it, we do not all walk clear paths.

Israe'anna Xilaben: *She doesn't flinch* Indeed, I will hang you with your own intestines. You're little more than a fool who runs his large mouth with abandon. You hide your weakness behind your diety, so none see you for the little boy you are.

Arkaine HalfOrken: Why don't we find out who it is that will die from this, then Dark Elf?

Telia Navra: None will. We cannot harm one another here. What do threats matter...

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine turns to Xavier* Aye. I hath seen you many times laundering outside the inn. I will seek you out in the field.

Israe'anna Xilaben: *She smiles to Arkaine* Ill intent towards me, doesn't bother me. Towards him? *motions to Eliphas* You are dead, not now but later. You just don't know it.

Xavier Aylomen: And I will remove that big head of yours. Now, hush.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine growls* We both know you are no match for me. You are nothing but a pathetic brigand with gaudy armour ill suited towards battle.

Israe'anna Xilaben: Can one of you over there shut the boy up?

Telia Navra: *she merely sighs*

Arkaine HalfOrken: They have no authority over me; servant of evil. Be silent yourself.

Erza: Grandmaster we were brought here by the champion of torm to bare witness not fight, you have a chance to save a soul and thats what you should be focused on.

Xavier Aylomen: He cant focus. He knows one thing. To fight and kill.

Selengil Harkonis: Rather orcish of him is it not?

Arkaine HalfOrken: His soul was damned when he professed his love to the God of Tyranny.

Israe'anna Xilaben: Eliphas, I am not for or against either of these groups, however look at that orc? That is what you're going to if you choose that path.

Telia Navra: *she steps aside, assuming it is possible*

Erza: We would not be here if that was the case.

Ameris Santraeger: No, Grandmaster. Your words are impious. *he turns on Arkaine*

Xavier Aylomen: This is the being you choose to lead you?

Artoria Pendragon: I agree with Sister Erza, perhaps we still have a chance.

Xavier Aylomen: Look at them Eliphas. They cant even unite in this. They are pathetic and weak.

Arkaine HalfOrken: When he forsook Humanity for the evil of Bane.

Selengil Harkonis: Watch out..He'll threaten to kill you too. *chuckles*

Ameris Santraeger: Insult the dogma of my god again and we shall meet on the duelling field when we leave this place. *evenly*Do you understand this, Grandmaster?

Cecilia Lafayette: *She glances to Arkaine, shaking her head with tempered disgust.*

Xavier Aylomen: They are beneath you.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine rounds now on Ameris* The man of pacifism comes at me! And talks of piety?!

Telia Navra: *she looks at Ameris, at his words*

Ameris Santraeger: Souls are at stake. Hold your tongue. *he then turns his back on Arkaine*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he looks at them as they argue for his sake, little emotion coming from him*

Israe'anna Xilaben: Eliphas, come here please... *her voice would be soft, as she speaks beckoning him to come over*

Champion of Torm: *The angelic being looks a bit upset by his champions.*

Champion of Bane: Hahaha ...

Telia Navra: Ameris...... *she tries to get his attention*

Selengil Harkonis: They are broken, fractured and lost...Only the strength of bane could unite them.

Champion of Bane: Look at them, squawking at each other!

Xavier Aylomen: They are broken... Weak... Pathetic.

Selengil Harkonis: Pathetic, mewling little creatures....

Champion of Bane: I think we know where your true path lies, Eliphas. You saw it just now. You TAKE power.

Cecilia Lafayette: Be silent, Arkaine. *Cecilia remains focused on Eliphas, ignoring Arkaine's idiocy and the squabbles for the most part.* Teaehtchearre sono ancora molti kueyoueesteaeyeohenes I hanno. . . si seaehen'tea elleehveae youenehenesuuearrede, eelleyepeeehtchehes! *she directs to the one-eyed man*

Champion of Torm: Power is not a path to peace, Eliphas ... It's not how you will see your wife and child again.

Telia Navra: *she steps towards Eliphas*

Xavier Aylomen: No, power is not a path of peace.

Selengil Harkonis: Tyranny is the path to peace.

Xavier Aylomen: *he nods to Selengil*

Champion of Bane: Oh but it is. That gauntlet ... *He quiets with a smile, as Telia reaches for Eliphas's attention.*

Cecilia Lafayette: Eye teaarryouesteaede si, ellohohkayede su di si. . . si sega exohyouarreseelleph a me. Si si beeeteaarrehex me ora? Nuovo?

Xavier Aylomen: Peace will only be obtained one way and you know this Eliphas.

Telia Navra: *she tries to look at him, into Eliphas' eye*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine growls at Ameris* Aye Ameris. You are not the man I thought you to be. We shalt meet on the parade ground when it is due.

Israe'anna Xilaben: Eliphas, before you make your decision, please come here.

Selengil Harkonis: Look at how they squabble and threaten and stomp about in frustration...That is what happens when you allow the weak their own will.

Telia Navra: What do you want, Eliphas? *she speaks quietly*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *his eye lingers on Cecilia for a moment, then at Israe'anna... but without coming over to her. He then looks at the woman in front of him*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her gaze never once moves off her former mentor.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: And finally someone dares to ask the right question...

Ameris Santraeger: *smiles briefly*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: What I want.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine glowers at Cecillia* You are but a petulant child. Return to me in fifty years. When you have done half as much good as I have in less than ten.

Telia Navra: *her green eyes peer at Eliphas' face, she then reaches to touch him, a hand trying to grab at where his heart would be* What do you want, here?

Israe'anna Xilaben: *his comment would seem a visible slap to her, she followed by narrowed eyes to Eliphas and Telia. She would let off a low hiss*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia's face reddens, twisting in rage as she turns her back on the chaotic paladin.* It is your methods that drive people to do the unimaginable. Do not lecture me.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he looks down at her hand, then back at her. He then looks at Israe'anna and Xavier*

Xavier Aylomen: We both asked for your thoughts *he motions to Israe* If they orc didn't speak so damned loud you would've heard her.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine growls* My life in service to Helm is proof that righteousness is not unimaginable!

Erza: *she places a hand on Cecilia's shoulder* It is not what the Morninglord would want.

Telia Navra: Do not listen to anyone else.

Ameris Santraeger: *his hand would move to clasp his holy symbol, the other reaching for insubstantial Cecilia*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Silence, Half-beast!

Israe'anna Xilaben: I asked multiple times, I truely do love you. I sacrificed everything for you.

Telia Navra: Listen to what is here. *her hand tries to reach for Eliphas' heart again, going through the man's form*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine growls at Eliphas* YOU! Brought US here! We endure your maddening attempts at self pity because of YOU!

Ameris Santraeger: *and he watches the exchange silently, a hopeful look*

Champion of Torm: *The champion looks on between Eliphas and Telia with a haggard expression. It seems smaller than it was an hour ago, when the struggle began.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I want them back. *he looks at Israe as he says that.*

Telia Navra: *she nods slowly*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Drops to her knee, watching Eliphas with concern, she bows her head slightly* I love you.

Champion of Bane: You hold the power to bring them back ...

Telia Navra: How will you get them back...? With this? *she looks at the gauntlet, then tries to touch it*

Israe'anna Xilaben: Tyranny has brought me back to you.

Ameris Santraeger: You chose a life once, Eliphas. Before choice was taken from you.

Selengil Harkonis: Tyranny...Power...Strength, that is what brought us all here. *he bows his head to Eliphas* My lord.

Xavier Aylomen: Its what can bring them back. *he bows to Eliphas* We will bring them back.

Telia Navra: It has no such powers, Eliphas. I studied it myself. It holds no such magic.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *his eye lingers on Israe, his features softening a bit... until Ameris spoke, his focus darts to his former mentée* The choice was never there, boy!

Ameris Santraeger: But it is now, no?

Telia Navra: There is a choice, now. Yes.

Erza: Ask you're self Eliphas would they want to come back this way ?

Cecilia Lafayette: You can choose now. You could have a family again. . .

Champion of Torm: The path you are on can only lead you to pain, Eliphas ...

Selengil Harkonis: A choice for weakness...Disparity, or strength and unification.

Artoria Pendragon: *she nods sliently.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: This gauntlet holds the essence of a god... *he holds it up, clenching it*

Israe'anna Xilaben: We don't judge you, I chose to walk this path with you. Do naut cast me aside now. For me there is no going back, I sacrificed that at your promise, and I am loyal to -you-.

Selengil Harkonis: The path they want you to take is nothing but pain...And loss..And that is all it has ever brought you.

Xavier Aylomen: You have a family now, you have her. *he motions to Israe*

Champion of Bane: You saw for yourself just now! When you wanted to rule, you TOOK COMMAND.

Selengil Harkonis: Only through bane have you ever had true power...Only through your own might have you ever had respect...Have you ever protected those you love.

Champion of Bane: You can command the gods themselves to give you all you want with that gauntlet!

Israe'anna Xilaben: Eliphas, when you wanted me when I was due to die, you -took- me. There was no debate.

Champion of Torm: When you give your soul over to an object, the only one who is ruled is you, Eliphas ...

Telia Navra: They are gone, Eliphas. They have passed on. Their deaths may have been violent but they are at peace.

Cecilia Lafayette: She will never be Helena, you know this. *she states softly, nodding in agreeance with Telia's words.*

Selengil Harkonis: Your power saved her life...-Your- power. *he gestures to Israe*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: No object rule me, witch.

Selengil Harkonis: Nothing rules you. Nothing -can- rule you.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head, and his voice becomes a dead-pan.* What will you tell you family Eliphas? When they ask you, how you purchased their lives? Do you think they will accept it?

Xavier Aylomen: You will dominate it. It will be yours to control, if you only take what you truly desire.

Telia Navra: Do you think you can command the Black Hand himself? You fool yourself if you think so. You are being mislead.

Ameris Santraeger: Without choice you /are/ ruled though. And if you do not choose rightly now, you go back to your old life, the one where you were bound to a fate.

Selengil Harkonis: What does the black hand respect other than strength? Nothing.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Bane himself promised me... and all he has ever done is deliver!

Selengil Harkonis: Do you not deserve to sit at his side? Have you not earnt that?

Israe'anna Xilaben: The Black Hand will allow you to walk your own path, should you wish to do that instead. And I will be on it with you, we both know so much loss...

Telia Navra: The strings of your heart is being pulled at, to dance at the will of gods.

Xavier Aylomen: How can you even consider her words, my lord?

Cecilia Lafayette: Deohen'tea invia me uno secondo tempo, eelleyepeeehtchehes. . .

Xavier Aylomen: She is a vile and treacherous witch. Nothing more. She is only trying to use you. To cloud your mind.

Telia Navra: He is the god of strife. He holds no love for his servants. You speak of love, love of your wife and child. You think the Black Hand cares of that love, truly?

Israe'anna Xilaben: The strings of your heart -are- being pulled, for your own well being. This is everything you worked for, I am not even a Zhentilar, but I see what awaits you on the other side.

Ameris Santraeger: She believes in choice. She's had to make the same choice herself...and chosen well.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he seems to not listening anymore as he turns around to face the two creatures*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine grunts* They were innocents. Their deaths were without the taint of evil. They dwell now in the realm divine and hath salvation. If you do this act, you damn their souls, as your own is damned!

Selengil Harkonis: She was weak Eliphas...You are on the precipece of immortality....Let no one stand in your way.

Champion of Bane: *The champion's face splits into a massive smile, teeth filed sharp.*

Telia Navra: Make your own choices, Eliphas. Do not be pulled by the wills of gods.

Champion of Torm: *He looks upon Eliphas solemnly, nodding once.*

Telia Navra: *she steps away, looking towards Xavier*

Arkaine HalfOrken: Is that what you want; Eliphas? For your family to suffer the inferno for eternity?

Xavier Aylomen: She didnt make a her own choice. She was munipulated by harpers. By Ameris.

Israe'anna Xilaben: A harper is my safety at the moment, and for this I will die, I hope my words did not fall upon deaf ears.

Xavier Aylomen: And was weak enough to cave.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I hate Bane with a passion...

Selengil Harkonis: You would have the power to take their souls and do with them as you please...You think the mere fire of the hells would stop you after everything?

Champion of Bane: *The smile slips just a little.*

Telia Navra: *she smiles at Xavier* The lies you utter, my dear.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *His voice becomes a raucous bellow* Do this one good deed; Eliphas. Renounce the evil that hath claimed you so. And I will pray to Helm that you will see your family again in salvation!

Telia Navra: *she walks towards Xavier*

Ameris Santraeger: *he looks across to Xavier*

Selengil Harkonis: Use that hate to make you stronger.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: But he gave me the power to control this hate and reclaim what belongs to me.

Arkaine HalfOrken: Do not let your legacy be one of only evil and betrayal.

Champion of Torm: He uses you like an instrument, Eliphas ... you are his gauntlet ... nothing more ...

Selengil Harkonis: Let your legacy be one of absolute domination. Not one of weakness and fallacy.

Champion of Bane: like that. He's right. *He grins.* You are the Hand of Bane.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I served him for decades, killing thousands in his name...

Selengil Harkonis: No not the hand. The -fist-.

Telia Navra: Ameris was never a Harper to me, Xavier. You should know... most of all, you should know.

Champion of Torm: *The champion frowns slightly at Eliphas.*

Xavier Aylomen: I know. I loved you.

Telia Navra: *she reaches, to touch Xavier's face yet her hand of course goes through him*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head and snorts* Do you feel like the Hand of Bane? Do you feel like anything other than a slave?

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: And now he presents me with the opportunity to correct things!

Xavier Aylomen: I know you stabbed me in the back. I know you took my love and throw it in my face.

Telia Navra: Yes, and you gave me freedom through your love. You should have killed me. Yet you let me live.

Arkaine HalfOrken: Do you honestly believe in your heart; that Bane commands anything but slaves?!

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I am not his hand.... I am his sword, his will manifested!

Ameris Santraeger: *he tears his eyes away from Telia and Xavier*

Cecilia Lafayette: You must FIGHT it Eliphas! *She shouts suddenly.* That's what you taught me. . . remember?

Champion of Bane: What will you do, then, Sword?

Israe'anna Xilaben: Eli... I am dieing for you. I know the path you will be happy upon, and it is not with them.

Champion of Torm: A sword will only rust in blood ...

Telia Navra: *she smiles at Xavier*

Erza: *she seems to join in the shout with Cecilia*

Telia Navra: Is that truly what you wish for...?

Selengil Harkonis: Your destiny is your own to carve...He has fought his entire life, he cannot toss that way now...Not when he is so close to true greatness.

Ameris Santraeger: A choice, Eliphas, to show that you did not lie to her, when she lived.

Ferragus Manus: He has slain thousands in the name of Bane..

Ameris Santraeger: That you are the man she loved, when your soul is free.

Cecilia Lafayette: Do not give in now. Fight it. *She gasps slightly, right hand curling into a fist.*

Erza: Show her what the love you shared truely means to you.

Champion of Torm: Be sure your heart is set ... you can only make this decision once ...


Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I will thrust. *He says eeringly calmly to the Champion of Bane, a cruel smile on his lip and madness in his eye. He clenches the Gauntlet of the Loyal Fury and holds it up.* And anyone who tries to stop me will fall like all those before them!


Champion of Bane: Do it ........ Activate it ....... it is YOURS .....

Telia Navra: Is there truly nothing left but cold fury...? *she murmurs, looking at Xavier*

Xavier Aylomen: Thanks to you.

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her hands shake violently, uncontrollable. She takes a step forward.* You have more strength within you than what is held in that gauntlet.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I have made my choice, servant of the weak! *he points the gauntlet towards the Tormite Champion* You will face the wrath of Bane!

[DM] Maecius:

*The gauntlet flashes once, as it comes to life.*

Telia Navra: *she looks towards Eliphas, with a sigh*

Cecilia Lafayette: NO! *she shouts, reaching for the gauntlet*

Telia Navra: *she steps away from Xavier* Then so be it. *a saddened look at Xavier*

Ameris Santraeger: *then a grimace of despair*

Xavier Aylomen: *he looks to eliphas and smiles*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he seems to be empowered by the gauntlet, his single eye beginning to glow with pure divine power*

Selengil Harkonis: They're not very bright are they?

Telia Navra: *she looks at Eliphas and the scene unfolding* They try.

Selengil Harkonis: And fail.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *before anyone can reach him he slams the gauntlet down on the ground with incredible force*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *She hisses at Cecilia* Naive girl, you sacrifice nothing for him. You care for yourself, not for him! I die for telling him to take his true path!

Telia Navra: Trying has to count for something. *she says softly*

Selengil Harkonis: Failure counts for nothing.

Xavier Aylomen: Trying counts for nothing. Success is all that matters.

Ferragus Manus: Pull her back, Ameris. *He said to the man in a disgusted tone of voice, nodding to Cecilia as he said so*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head* In the eyes of your Dark God; all are failures. And none more so than those who serve him.

Telia Navra: *she continues to eye the scene, looking at the Champion of Torm*

Champion of Torm: The choice ... was yours ... to make ... *The figure speaks as tiny pin-pricks of purple-black light begin to erupt through it.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine reaches out towards the Warrior Angel and bellows* Divne Lord! Command us!

Selengil Harkonis: When will you people get it that you cant do anything...We arent really here.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: And a choice was made! *He looks up from his kneeled position, the gauntlet still touching the ground, pouring energy towards the Champion.*

Champion of Torm: I ... pity you ... Eliphas Valkarian ...

Ameris Santraeger: *a look of bitter despair on his face*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Stumbles forward at the blast, trying to reach for the gauntlet. Her hand, as expected goes through him.*

Selengil Harkonis: *claps his hands together as he applauds loudly*

Champion of Bane: YES! Yes! Hahaha!

Telia Navra: *she glances at Selengil, then at the Champion of Bane*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: Roll Target: General Area

DMFI Dice Roll for: Will Mod: 32 TOTAL: 49

Selengil Harkonis: *murmurs something to Xavier quietly*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arakine gives a raucous bellow of anger* You are carrion. Eliphas. You are beneath the quails! You are the lowest and most pitiful form of life what worms its way across this broken world!

[DM] Maecius:

As the essence of Torm is banished from the gauntlet, the containment barrier breaks down. And streaks of blinding pain begin to course through Eliphas's arm. The gauntlet pulses with black and white light.

Champion of Bane: Command it! In the name of Bane! Command it-- com--comman---- *The creature lurches a bit.*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he leans forward, grunting at the pain....*

Ameris Santraeger: Its now you finally dishonour your wife, your child. Now you betray them. In this moment now that they die; as the man who loved them is no more.

Selengil Harkonis: Prove your strength Eliphas. Show them all. Dominate it as you dominate all others.

Erza: You have betrayed the memorie of those you love, i truly pitty you.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I am... POWER! *He holds the gauntlet up*

Selengil Harkonis: *steeples his fingers together and smiles under his mask*

Telia Navra: *she reaches towards the strands of the weave, casting a spell on Eliphas clearly intending to disrupt the magic at work in the gauntlet and around him*

[DM] Maecius:

The gauntlet continues to flash. Telia's spell is shredded like tissue paper in the face of a hurricane. The air is becoming thick with power, and the Weave itself is recoiling.

Selengil Harkonis: Well that was a great try...Pointless. But a -great- try.

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *he turns around, the wicked smile on his lips is now a wicked laughter* You will all bow before my might!

Telia Navra: Mystra... what is happening.... *she looks at Eliphas*

Xavier Aylomen: You are weak and powerless before him. *he bows deeply to Eliphas* My lord.

Cecilia Lafayette: *She looks up at Eliphas in forlorn acceptance, as if truly seeing for the first time in lieu of his choice.*

Artoria Pendragon: No, you can't control us.

Selengil Harkonis: *Bows down aswell, flipping his cape to one side* My lord Hand.

Ameris Santraeger: *his lips twitch*

Telia Navra: Nothing new there. It is what I have always been. *she lets out a short, strange laugh at Xavier's words*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: I said... BOW! *uses the Gauntlet to make them*

[DM] Maecius:

The champion of Bane has fallen to his knees, unnoticed, choking silently on something in his throat.

Xavier Aylomen: *already bowing*

Selengil Harkonis: *also already bowing*

Xavier Aylomen: *he turns to telia* You were more to me, once.

Ameris Santraeger: *absolutely not bowing, glaring instead at Eliphas*

Telia Navra: As were you, Xavier. *she says softly, remaining upright, looking at the figure of Eliphas* I never bowed to you when I served you. You will try to command me now?

[DM] Maecius:

The power of the gauntlet washes over those Eliphas targets, streaking through them and blasting them with pain.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes his head and remains unbowed; his gaze truning to the choking Champion of Bane, with a look of surprise*

Cecilia Lafayette: *She growls lowly, body wracked with pain that left her panting and weakened yet forcing herself to stand upright as best she can, lifting her chin.*

Ameris Santraeger: *he grunts and gasps with pain*

Artoria Pendragon: *she finds her can't move.*

Arkaine HalfOrken: *His teeth chatter and his eyes twitch as he grunts and turns to stare at Eliphas with pain evident on his face*

Selengil Harkonis: *can't help but chuckle*

Telia Navra: *she cries out, trying her best to not give in to the command of bowing*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: And now you will all die!

Champion of Bane: KAH! KAH! *It finally croaks.*

Ameris Santraeger: In ...the...name of...Ilmater...the wise...the merciful.... ...the enduring... *through gritted teeth*

Cecilia Lafayette: *Cecilia takes a few steps forward, stumbling through the pain with a clenched jaw though such an act clearly takes a toll on her. She reaches for and grasps at the hilt of Artoria's sword, dragging it from her sheathe as she passes the paladin. Forcing herself to push through the pain, she raises it without hesitation. . . plunging it into the chest of her former mentor.* You had a choice, Eliphas. You chose wrong. Let justice be served on this day for the vile acts you comitted.

Artoria Pendragon: Torm, plz give us strength to over it *she pray herself in her minds*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *as the sword is thrust into his chest, his eye stops glowing... the magic around him fading. Blood begins to appear around his lips as he stares at Cecilia in disbelief*... how is that possible..

Erza: Sune shine down upon us all.

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Stands, starting forward, eyes wide with shock and rage*

Telia Navra: *she bites her lip, trying to fight against the pain, tears forming in her eyes as she attempts to focus enough to take in the scene*

Champion of Bane: *Perhaps largely unnoticed at this point, the champion collapses to the ground.*

Cecilia Lafayette: In the name of all that is good, I send you to your rest. . . Father. *she states softly, using the term he had offered once himself to her.*

Cecilia Lafayette: *A slight flicker of surprise flashes over her features as she somehow manages to bypass the ghostly veil, followed by a grimace and single tear rolls down her cheek at what she had been forced to do, plunging the sword in further.*

Israe'anna Xilaben: *Turns to Xavier*

Ameris Santraeger: *a stunned expression, through the pain*

Dread Lord Eliphas Valkarian: *now the blood is flowing out of his mouth* ... how?

Cecilia Lafayette: *Her right hand falls from the blade, limp in it's searing pain at her side. The left remains on the hilt of the blade in his chest and never once does she take her eyes from Eliphas' own single one.* I looked up to you once. Promised to make you proud. I need it no longer. *she murmurs as her final words, hands falling from the hilt of the blade as she stumbles back* Rest now.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *Arkaine shakes violently with the wracking unholy pain and infernal energy coursing through him; before finally his holy symbol begins to glow a brilliant radiant golden; and he staggers forward; with his giant mace shaking in one mighty gauntleted hand.*

[DM] Maecius:

[DM] Maecius: It quickly becomes clear that trying to command the gods is ... not going to work. The gauntlet begins to crack, and everyone is hurled back from whence they came. They'd likely come to with a bit of a shock. Eliphas is left within his mind's eye, slowly unraveling into the Weave he'd sought to command.

Arkaine HalfOrken: *As the infernal energies rip through him and scorch his armour; he remains undeterred; as he cries out to Helm to give him strength; and bellows one final time* Pray to Bane for Hith Love! *He brings his giant mace down on the head of Eliphas with of his strength.*

[DM] Maecius: [DM] Maecius: Arkaine's ghostly mace goes right through Eliphas, and into the ground.

And suddenly, lights out.

Word travels from the east that the man called Eliphas Valkarian, a Dread Lord of the Zhentarim, has vanished. All that was found at his last known whereabouts outside of Zhentil Keep was a fragmented, smoking gauntlet.


After several days effort, the Black Network is said to have called off a search for his whereabouts. He is presumed dead.

OOC: Thanks to Hidennka for her time making this one. An epilogue will follow when I got time for i.

[Xanfyrst]

Rumours have it that a masked Black knight resembling him has been seen several places from Zhentil Keep and towards the Sword Coast. Is the Deceiver truly gone? Is it a pretender trying to claim another's infamy? Or have his legacy nurtured such a fear in the hearts of the peasantry that they see ghosts that are not truly there?