Kintobor

"We can't really damage the ghosts in any real way. I have no idea if using the sleep bomb will hurt the student or not. Let's at least see what others have to say, although, it may be an alternative."

Well, that'd make sense.

"Um... I don't think one of the ghosts is... well, a ghost. I think she's possessed, so perhaps we should.... um... how do we hurt these things?"

The necromancer sticks her nose up at Althior. "You've had the luxury of Heroica backing you with their new fangled Norn relic! I died for that glorified mercenary group, and you know who came to rescue me? Not you idiots, but the Ice Queen!" "Praise be unto her..." "With this spell in my hands I can grant unlife not like the state those slobbering undead paladins were in. I can grant sensibility, I can grant intelligence!" "Cram it, you fool! Althior, don't listen to her, she's not worth listening-" The woman lowers her scythe to Violet's neck slowly and precisely, the zombie's reflection staring at her from the silver metal touching her neck. "Be. Quiet. You're adorable naivety has worn out on me. I will continue with this, whether you wish to stop me or not. If this spell works, it won't affect you. All it proves is that if amplified, it can create the most powerful necropolis every seen. The amount of books and years I spent looking for it will not be put to waste!"

improper grammar is kool- I flubbed up the grammar of a post, and when I went to edit it, I posted "Edited because improper grammar is kool". I'm not sure who gave it to me.

"Wraith? Oh, you mean my shadow." The party notices a similar looking entity to the woman clinging to the walls, surveying them from a dark corner of the room, having a gooey etherial density. "She showed up shortly after I began tampering with the art of necromancy, something that wasn't my original specialty." The undead smiles. "No, it's just been a while since I've interacted with Heroicans. Four years, to be exact. Don't think me for a fool nord. We worship the same goddess. Oh, how she frowns upon you." The undead giggles in delight, relishing the nord's pun. "Oh, aren't we witty! Die you will once I'm through with this city. Everyone will. This city is rotten to it's core with the depravation of the undead. Being undead is akin to being a greenskin, as some would put it. The rights for undead are null and void. The elitists of this city squash upon the minorities and deprave the poor. Not when my work is done. With the will of my goddess, I intend to turn this city into a necropolis. There will be no racism, as everyone will share one common trait: death. There will be no need for discrimination once everyone is dead. Family's will be together till the end of time, there will be no fear of death, love ones will be together... forever. Unfortunately, that won't be for a while. I lack man power, I lack the resources. I lack range, but what I do have, is a spell. A spell to bring back those from death without turning them into mindless slobs. And that, will be my first subject." She points back to the pit the two cultists were chanting upon, the bones within them glowing an ominous red. Violet looks on in horror, covering the area where her heart once was. "And... what does my heart have to do with all this?" "Oh, sweetie, it's alright. You're heart's going towards resurrecting that beast back there. A Dastanese Comet Killer. This tomb was originally built to house the dead paladins and their slain enemy here, something lost to the pages of history. The spell we're using to resurrect the dragon asks for "the heart of a lover who's heart has stopped beating". You're assisting us in freeing our kind!" "And what good will that do? Y-your doing this without anyone's consent!" "Clearly that fool Josiah has blinded you. I don't believe you Heroicans will let me finish neither, will you?" "Mistress, we're almost finished! We're are the components!" "You know where they are! Get them yourself!" "But we're busy with the resurrection!" "You're a minority, yeti, just like us undead. And in the eyes of some, you shouldn't exist. Something we share in common. There are certain groups who want you dead and would use your pelt as a rug. My kind have been hunted by paladins for years. We are quite similar, despite how much you claim us to be different."

I can probably go through my quests and find all the items that are in them. Edited because improper grammar is kool.

Wait, isn't Bill Fichtner playing the Shredder? Oh, wait... what? He is the Shredder... but he's also... what? Oh wow, I already don't like this. As Oky said, this has Bay written all over this. And I don't hate Bay as a director! I love The Island! It's just when he produces...

"We can't heal them. The flames? Remember?"

I wouldn't say so. I haven't heard anything to suggest that. Movie licensed sets tend to get one wave, while we've seen two waves for the Nickelodeon show. I think we'd at least be getting one more wave for the show, since they seem to be selling well.

"I'm just saying I haven't seen a yeti in years, and I'm certain someone's held animosity seeing a yeti like yourself. Someone who treated you for being different? It's what my fellow undead feel almost every day. Chastised, berated, publicly humiliated. I intend to change that." She didn't seem to notice Avalanche's increasing aggression.

Karie fishes around her pockets for a few items and pulls out a few red bottles. "Hey, you, glasses! Do you think you could catch a couple of tonics I toss in there?"

"Wow, wow, wow. Hold on Heckz. Let's no go head long into something we don't know anything about. We might be able to slip upstairs and face it from the other side. I'd like to hear Drucilla's answer to what this wyrdfire is before we do any attacking."

"Well, half of us could go around in to get downstairs, but who knows what's lurking in there. We could split the team, but in that case, we should split it between those with and those without the ability to use water spells. I mean, Eldritch, you're the expert here, would the wyrdfire consume the students before we could reach them if we went around, or is there something I'm not getting here?"

"Drucilla, is there another way around to the students? If I recall correctly there's a way around here through the 2nd floor?" She pulls out the crudely drawn map Hawke had drawn out. "My suggestion is we tail back and around from the West Wing's second floor and return to the other side."

The party treks down into the unknown, the chanting growing louder, filling the descent with a thick aura of dread. Each stone step seemed like one step closer to the unspeakable. As the party made it to the bottom, they were crammed into a claustrophobic room. A trio of individuals hover near the back, facing towards what looks like a pit. The one in the middle straightens up, their ponytail bobbing. They speak in a young voice. "Guests, you two. We can't leave them in the dark." The figure in the ratty crimson cloak turns to the heroes and their undead companion, carrying a menacing scythe made out of polished silver. She steps out of the way of a table topped with various bottles, books, parchments, and a muscly red organ. Her two cloaked companions follow her, drawing knifes from their robes. Stepping closer to the party, they can make out more details about her. Unlike the other two who follow her, who are wrapped in bandages and clearly decaying, the woman's features look very alive, if incredibly pale. The only thing off about her is her eyes, as there is no twinkle in her emerald irises. Her outfit has buckles and belts all over it, fitting her like a glove. The cape on her back is tattered and worn, with holes and loose seams adorning it. She speaks to the party with a youthful, yet detached and withdrawn voice. "Ah, gentlemen and lady, what a surprise. You being here means that von Zarovitch has been taken out of the equation? He knew what he was getting into." "Mistress, do you think it wise for us to be mingling with these living fools? We're so close to finishing the incantations!" "Yes, mistress! Please, we must finish the spell!" She whips around to face the two, her heels smacking the floor with a "clack!" She responds harshly. "Why don't you two finish the incantation, Kydell? Orioll? I'm certain the heroes of Heroica have many questions they wish to ask!" The two scamper off back to the pit. Violet leans into the party, looking urgent while she whispers. "Those two guys! They're the ones that carved my heart out!" The zombie lurches back as she notices the red cloaked woman return her attention to the party. "Sorry you had to see me like that. I have a bit of a temper." She smiles as she looks at the party, resting her scythe in her arms as she rubbed her gloved hands together, looking genuinely impressed. "Look what we have here. A yeti, come down from his mountain, a dwarf, who questions his own ability, a nord, so mighty and full of himself, and an undead necromancer. Surely a misfitted lot, rounded out by a naive zombie lover. Takes me back it does. I hate to say it, but your making me nostalgic. However, I can't dwell on the past. It's not who I am now." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "You have little idea on what's going on here, don't you? Shall I fill you in?"

It doesn't seem very "heroic". Maybe I could get behind a library or a vault owned by some shady organization, but a group of heroes robbing a bank? Unless the content they were after was something other than money, I can't see Sandy approving it.

It could have been transferred after Sorrow left Sarah.

It could be a suppressed gene. I would like to mess around with it if it is, maybe afterwards. What originally looks like morning sickness turns into the gene surfacing for the first time.

I have. I just forgot if Ulric did it or not.

I skimmed it, and it was a good read. I'll probably sit down and read the whole thing when I get a chance to. One thought I had for RP was that if Violetta was a biological werewolf, as in it was passed on from her parents... does that mean Karie's also a werewolf?

I intend to do a bit for Karie and Masson's inevitable wedding. The service will be invite only for PC's, but the after party will be open to anyone (with a weapon's check. )