{"id":1749,"date":"2016-07-06T09:01:53","date_gmt":"2016-07-06T13:01:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=1749"},"modified":"2016-03-09T22:06:17","modified_gmt":"2016-03-10T02:06:17","slug":"rhiallis-the-tomb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2016\/07\/rhiallis-the-tomb\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhiallis: The Tomb"},"content":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cThe Tomb\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.
\n      Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below.
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\n      Eerie silence so thick as to make her shallow breath echo like thunder filled the chamber.
\n      \tThey had not expected to find a wall in the middle of the Worldwound and had followed its length to investigate any potential threats – as tasked by the Queen herself all those weeks ago.
\n      \tSadie\u2019s keen eyes and deft fingers had located the secret door, but had failed to find the Sepia Sigil cast upon it. Rhiallis could still see the queer ghostly snake striking her little friend when she closed her eyes.
\n      \tDon\u2019t close your eyes,<\/em> she told herself firmly, scanning the room. The air was dry as a desert and smelt as ancient and dead as a tomb. She wet her lips nervously. Despite all the experiences of the past two years – or perhaps because of them – Rhiallis never ceased to feel anxiety and outright fear when entering the unknown.
\n      \tTo her right, the chamber ended abruptly thirty or so feet away, a pile of rubble all that remained of the stone wall. There were three suits of armor on display, though one had been half-buried by the mess.
\n      \t\u201cThat can\u2019t be good,\u201d Sadie muttered.
\n      \tRhiallis agreed. She focused upon them, seeking the presence of evil at that end of the chamber. There was nothing. Of course, not all magic is evil. And if they are animated, the magic to construct them may well have been- Oh, to the Hells with it. I\u2019ll just check it out.<\/em>
\n      \tShe stepped closer, cautious.
\n      \tA suit of armor, somewhat rusty but otherwise quite fine, began to move. Rhiallis lifted her shield and met its attack with Radiance. No sooner did the second set join in than a high-pitched voice swirl through the chamber.
\n      \tIt felt like a memory. Her heart seized in her chest. A poignant memory; agony and longing and love and joy and pain – over all the rest, there was pain.
\n      \t\u201cWhat is it?\u201d She managed to ask, swinging the enchanted blade. The articulated armor was a brutal opponent for there were no vital organs to strike, no fleshy bits to aim for. And it sensed her presence without error, pummeling her shield until it felt as it if would break.
\n      \t\u201c…she\u2019s beautiful.\u201d Tom Parris\u2019 voice was a whisper. \u201cShe\u2019s-\u201d
\n      \t\u201cA banshee!\u201d Zeke\u2019s bellow came from behind her and as she whirled, Rhiallis caught sight of the singing woman.
\n      \tNot a woman at all, but a whisper of one, she was ethereal and wispy and insubstantial. A ghost<\/em>, came the thought, then, what is she doing?<\/em>
\n      \tThe apparation tilted its head back in an unnatural angle and its mouth opened wider than its mortal jaws would have allowed.
\n      \tAn unholy shriek erupted from the gaping maw.
\n      \tHer ears began to bleed and her stomach twisted in upon itself, roiling so violently she was certain she would vomit all over the pavestone floor.
\n      \tZeke stepped up to the woman, his sword lifted to slam into her. She seemed to stretch and shatter, reassembling herself in an instant; but her claws somehow managed to rend Ezekiel through plate and mail. Blood fountained from his wounds, splattering the wall behind the banshee. Rhiallis knew enough about the limits of the human body to know that a blow like that would have felled a lesser man. Zeke did not even go to one knee from the impact. He brought his blade down, striking her.
\n      \t\u201cWe gotta get back,\u201d Sadie\u2019s voice came through their minds at once, the message spell still effective. \u201cLet\u2019s regroup outside before this fucking bitch kills us all!\u201d
\n      \tThe next few seconds were a blur of activity; the four of them backed out the door and rapidly healed each other\u2019s wounds. Yet though the animated armor made no move to follow them, Rhiallis knew the Banshee would not let them leave unscathed.
\n      \t\u201cWe\u2019re going back in, right?\u201d Tom Paris said. \u201cWe must.\u201d
\n      \tSadie nodded grimly. \u201cCan\u2019t leave these things here to attack anyone else.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cThe evil must be cleansed.\u201d Ezekiel stood tall again, his armor stained with torrents of blood though his wounds had all closed.
\n      \t\u201cOn your count, Sadie,\u201d Rhiallis said, \u201cI\u2019m ready.\u201d
\n      \tThey took a deep breath in unison, and pushed back through the hidden door.<\/p>\n

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      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cThe Tomb\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.       Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –       Eerie silence so thick as… <\/p>\n

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