The group finds themselves in a rambunctious town, one much like those a normal person would have have spent time in before.Townsfolk idle about, many of them with a mug of ale in hand, an appropriate activity for this time of evening and at some sort of festival.
A man of rank, distinguished by a town leader pin on his jerkin, approaches the small group. “Hail, mortals. It’s been a long while since we’ve seen anyone come through those gates. The town of Ivarstead welcomes you -
- How might we suit your fancy tonight? Run out of ale? It’s the festival of the dead - grab a mug and join the celebration!” He says, raising his arms in welcome. His smile falters upon seeing the serious-looking members of the Conclave, and the man shies away. “If you want, that is. No pressure.”
The Townsfolk of Ivarstead make their way out of the square, grumbling but moving swiftly. It seems the festival wasn’t too far underway, many of the folk are able to make it to the Docks without incident. Those that struggle are aided by the guardsmen of the town. The guardsmen ensure that the boats are loaded, and soon have the first downstream. At closer inspection, every one of the people seems half dead, mostly rotted and wholly unaware of their own state. Besides being apparently dead, things go on as a normal place would.
Whispers cut the air, before flames break the gloom of the night. Balls of fire cascade over the river, striking the house to the right of the group. The dry timber ignites, the crackling of wood engulfed by hungry fire is heard as pillars groan with the load of the roof. As the sky rains fire, both demons breath out red plums of dusty smoke that overwhelms the area and begins to burn away the ground and bridge around. One lunges for Apollyon. [All roll defense, A roll 2 times]
Rina notices a demon eyeing her from far away. It starts to run towards her. She gets into a fighting stance ready to take anything it brought. As she demon approaches, Rina can't help but notice it's red skin. Black wings towered over her as it got closer. Rina goes to punch the demon in the stomach but misses. The demon's sharp teeth snarl at her. Devilish horns dig into Rina's arm. She screams in agony.
Ember spotted an archer in the distance. She began to weave and duck at the arrows the archer was skillfully shooting at Ember. One arrow skimmed by her ear grazing it, making Ember's heart sink. As her anger began to rise she quickly caught an arrow before it could reach her face. She sent the arrow back at the archer, the arrow plummeted into the tight flesh of the archers shoulder. It let out a shriek as it flung both of its hands to the fresh wound Ember had just laid upon it.
[Declare with your roll who you are attacking: Demon 1
Demon 2
Archer 1
Archer 2] Will look like this:
[basic] @D1 [roll result here]
Loose pebbles on the ground strayed in meandering lines as the banners marked with the rune of death came into view. The gleam of helmets pierced the night like stars amongst the void. The rumble soon ceased, lit by the light of torches along the nearby bridge.
A deadly Regiment held fast as portals popped into view. The howling of demons newly commanded. Their vial tongues lashed back at the oppressors of their freedom, but marched forward prepared to drink and eat upon the flesh of their victims rotting victims.
[roll and post for initiation against army [4]]
Apollyon seemed rather calm considering the situation he was currently in. He turned to the group and asked, "What now?" After he had taken in the sights of the town.
Seline stood beside Apollyon, Ember, Zarina. Her eyes searched the crowd of Ivarstead. It was the festival of the Dead, and everyone seemed to fit the part.
Rina looks around at the half dead people. Her eyes wander all over. A chill is sent down her spine in sight of the town. "What is this place?" she says to herself.
Ember looks around at the somewhat dead people. They all appear to be having a good time everyone moving and talking like regular people. "Wow, some place huh?" She says to the rest of the group she had come with. All fear had lost Ember's body and was replaced with excitement.