Recent content by Be'sennar

As expected, something was immediately off. All it took was the gentle brush of her finger against his gauntlet for him to feel the sickness trying to breach him. It would find no purchase, its ichor melting away with a gentle soft glow of his gauntlet. He watched her wordlessly and when she...

Be'senaar shone as a beacon upon the field, whether by deed, or by magick. To any it appeared that where he stepped, the light followed. A plea had been uttered, and so he would do all he could to uphold it. These undead hounds could hurt his steed, but not him, so the Paladin would dismount and...

Be'senaar had sensed corruption on the road, a dark spirit, and as was his sacred duty, he had decided to ride out to cleanse it. The Pantheon whispered warnings into his ears, Astra bolstered him, they had protected their Champion for centuries. Even from this distance, he could note the...

It wasn't everyday Be'senaar was allowed to intervene with the trials of mortals. Though that was a thankful thought, there were still many evils in the world he wished he could face, lest the gods demanded he couldn't intervene. The Redeemer was on a pilgrimage of sorts, back to his home, to...

Be'senaar watched her carefully as he spoke, as she spoke. He watched her mannerisms, her reactions. Then his gaze settled onto her eyes. A window to the soul for those who knew how to use it. The pain, the fear, he had seen that level in the eyes of many women, many slaves, it was distinct...

Be'senaar would only offer a faint smile as she spoke of Keldorns pain. "I am willing to bet you would be mistaken.." he said gently. After the exchange with Fel, he couldn't help but notice the wideness of her eyes at the mention of resurrection. "For now, Ashling..." She would notice an aire...

Be'senaar would rise to his feet, helping her stand in the process as he answered her query. "This was you. I cannot raise the dead, I cannot reach that anymore. At one point, yes, but that was ages ago. Before Alliria was so grand." He would say looking around, as he withdrew his hand. "There...

Be'senaar would watch as the young woman looked upon him in awe, it wasn't everyday someone got to see the Redeemer banish the undead. She then made a request of him, and he offered a reassuring smile. "As you wish." Magick had a price, he knew that better than most. She would place her hands...

As she exited through the castle gates, she would recognize the squat Dwarf- Fel, one of the Redeemed who had helped in healing Keldorn initially. "C'mon lass! Stay close!" He would shout to her over the din of yelling. He led her down, down the collapsed earthen wall that was laden with...

The tendril would lash towards the ranks of defenders at the earthen walls and the shields would go up. Holy wards would flash and strain, buckling beneath the godlessness that assaulted them. Some Clerics would die from the strain, but they would be relieved by fresh mages who had acted on...

The issue with normal weapons? They couldn't take the consistent strain of battle, nor the wrath of the enchanted. Between the tension Khurash foolishly applied, and the gods empowering Be'senaar, the Redeemer would try to apply the force needed to break it, freeing the enchanted blade to swing...

A wargs charge was indeed mighty, as were their runes, but so too was the blessing of the gods, and those could not be defeated by mere markings. Many of the Paladins were still armed with lances, so when the Wargs leapt for their horses, they would either be forced to skewer themselves on...

The Redeemers Charge Be'senaar would watch as the rune burned away, interesting. Then he pressed his attack. It was the same brutality one could expect from the poorly trained. With Nykios' aid, Be'senaar's empty left gauntlet would catch the left wrist and as dagger aimed for the gap in the...

The Redeemers Charge War often wrought fear. Fear of loss, fear of battle, fear of cowardice. Fear could break the will of any sentient being, and though the enemy horde seemed vast, they would not fall victim to that. Be'senaar's red armor shone like a beacon into the charge, and every...

A figure clad in red armor would pull his courser to a stop. He had been too late, Alliria was already under attack. And though he normally didn't interfere with the dealings of man... the presence of the Dragon and its necromatic horde had earned him the permission of the gods to intervene...