Recent content by Rämna Sisters

This character is good for the sort of classic party dynamic you‘re referencing and haven’t brought her out to play with in a while.

Faith looked to Brok and then back at the man. "Presbyter?" He was with the church? Why had they followed so quickly after? Were they to here to help? "The people... corrupted. Cursed or bewitched. We tried to spare as many as we could but they would not stop attacking." She felt the old...

Faith followed closely and felt a wash of relief as they left the church's doors and she could feel the divine touch once more. The ground still felt unsteady, and the air was still wrong, but a familiar warmth came through her fingers and toes as the magic automatically set to work healing her...

Faith allowed herself a weak smile at Brok's reply. It was nice to have someone so... accepting. He might not understand, but he believed her. That meant a great deal, whether he knew it or not. She looked on the carnage upstairs with crushing guilt. "I should have been here..." she knelt next...

She couldn't help but laugh softly to herself. What did she mean? "I wish I knew," she said. The fact that he had chosen to ask in his confusion, instead of outright dismissing her as insane, was refreshing. "Some people think we were cursed... others blessed. I don't really think it matters...

Faith shook her head. "Stone?" she looked aside to the glittering bowl and a horrible image flashed in her mind, causing her to turn away abruptly. Almost immediately the image faded from her memory, but the feeling of dread remained. "No," she sighed. How best to explain this? Given the state...

Melody's body did everything it could to rear back in horror from the face that she saw. Her muscles tensed, her limbs shuddered and pushed away... but she did not move. She remained, frozen in place, feeling the eyes enter her. At once she released, stumbling back to fall once more onto the...

The priest's massive body crashed to the ground in a sickening splash, and Melody stood tense as she waiting for it to rise up once more... but it did not. The coiling abomination was still. "Is it dead?" she asked her towering companion. She lowered the heavy crossbow, but did not drop it, not...

Credit where credit was due: Brok wasn't one to back down from a fight. Melody got back to her feet, feeling the cold and sticky blood from the floor soaking into her pantlegs. Her shoulder pained her, but she rolled it forwards a few times before being content that it wasn't broken. Faith...

"Yeah?!" Melody called back to the creature, riding the high of her own terror. If she stopped to think about what she was doing she would surely collapse into despair. "Should have thought of that before you starting trying to kill us!" She barely dodged a swiping strike. She was nimble even...

Melody wanted to say something, something like "wait" or "just a minute" or "let's come up with a plan before attacking the grotesque horror." It was unusual for her to hesitate, and it spoke to just how horrible this monster was. She did not have time to voice her thoughts before Brok began...

She followed the man... orc-man? Man orc. Brok. She followed Brok down the corridor. The scent of blood and death did not leave them as they moved on from their comrades but grew steadily stronger. She made a noise of disgust and pulled her cloak over her mouth and nose, trying to block it out...

Melody ducked as Brok's body careened overhead. She took a quick tally of the situation, being quite used to waking up deep in the thick of things. The events prior, the day through Faith's eyes, it was like a barely remembered dream to her. Enough had bled through to tell her that battle was...

The church echoed with the sounds of steel on stone, men's cries, and Faith's own blood pumping in her ears. There was little she could do to help her companions when a single strike killed them outright. Her focus remained on the man at the front of the church, and she maneuvered through the...

The priest's voice was terrible. Wrong. Poisoned. This whole place had been corrupted, but Faith pushed through in her anger. Two men had died. Good men. Young men. Men who were just trying to help... and she hadn't been able to do a thing for them. Blame was easy to assign to the priest, and...