Post by gatalis on Jul 3, 2012 5:52:40 GMT -5
Not sure if I can file two ascensions in the same month or not, but if I can, here goes nothing!
User Login : Kakashi on crack 2
Character Name : Jacia Lendetta
Desired Ascension Material : Powerful Greatsword
DM Feedback Desired : (yes)
Player Feedback Desired : (yes, only if it's something important/big though.)
Aesthetics:
Top 13, color 1
middle 19, color 2
bottom 19, color 1
Item Name: Ethos
Description:
As if ready to burst with power, this blade absolutely radiates with divine inspiration. So much in fact, that one can almost hear the lightest vibration when held near their ear, in battle this ringing almost seems to direct the flow of one's hands to make contact... A red cord of Ilmater would be wrapped around the hilt, and a preserved white rose would be underneath the cords. On the blade itself, the following engravings could be spotted on one side or the other.
"Today is the first day in what's left of your life, so live it well."
"Ethos"
Stats:
The paladin stood over the half-devoured corpse, her helmet tucked under her arm and a set of bracers giving off a feint light in the abyss that was Underrealm. Since her return from the afterlife, she had found her battle scars removed, her body filled with a sense of holy energy she hadn't felt since her arrival on the island. The body before her beared the burden of tarnished armor, its eyes closed. A bloody trail was all that remained at the torso, the rest below missing. A behemoth stood nearby seemingly unaware of her presence as it looked about aimlessly for any sort of meal.
"The body is but a physical shell from which our spirits shine justly..." Jacia mumbled to herself as she picked up the corpse, hefting it over her shoulder and approaching a natural spring nearby. Slowly she placed the body down, looking towards the ceiling, but seeing nothing but darkness... "Ilmater, I grant this day and all my triumphs to you... I thank you for your kindness, for allowing me respite from the material possessions that plague others, for allowing me life once more to spread mercy, forgiveness, compassion, endurance..." She looked at the body again, it was her own, or rather, her previous one before returning from the heavens... The paladin placed a hand on the corpse's forehead, saying a silent prayer before digging a small grave into the toughened ground, and placing it within.
As she finished the burial rights, she looked around, a sense of calm flooding over her as she spotted a feint glowing light within the spring... A light gem? No... Strangely enough a white rose glowing at the bottom of it. A white rose...! Jacia gasped lightly as she quickly took off her armor, looking towards the strange rose, but... Why would Ilmater send such a signal to her? And underwater nonetheless? She dived into the water wearing nothing but her skivvies and light bracers, she had to figure out-
Cold... The feeling of icicles piercing her skin struck her as her body became submerged in the waters, darkness clouding her mind as she came back up for air, to try and rid herself of the feeling... This spring was colder than anything she had previously experienced... The white rose was still at the bottom of the spring. She had to reach it. Diving in once more she found her body wracked with the same icy wrath, but she tried her best to ignore it, reaching out, swimming deeper... How deep did this pool go?
Jacia quickly turned her head, the ground above no longer visible as the only light eminated from her leather bracers. She managed to reach the delicate flower, clasping onto it as pain hit her, her vision blurring... She thought she saw a squid of some sort holding onto her leg, but with the pain she had let out a gasp for air, only water filling her lungs as she began to pass out...
Darkness...
...
Air filled her lungs as she looked about, seeming to be in a different cavern, perhaps a deeper cavern... In her hand was a white rose, a light seeming to eminate from it in a manner similar to the arrow of a compass as she followed it, her leg having miraculously healed over. There were no monsters to be found, no undead, only the pitter patter of water from the nearby stream. Slowly she descended, hours seeming to pass as her stomache growled. She managed to locate some mushrooms that seemed edible nearby, they looked like the ones she had found in the pub, and she assumed they were alright until the rose seemed to glow, a cautious aura about it... Jacia dropped the mushrooms as it faded, the light becoming a compass once more as she followed it, the hunger in her gut increasing.
Her legs began to tire, she didn't know up from down, right from left in this strange place, but one thing was clear, there was a light in the distance. The rose seemed to edge her towards it as she stumbled on, unsure of what to expect... As she drew closer though, she found herself in a large cave, treasures glistening everywhere, enough gold to make her very rich, magical equipment too. Why would the rose have led her here? Her mind wandered to the distance, whispers filling the air as she walked towards it. She cared nothing for the riches around her, such things were of a previous life she had long abandoned... As she continued on, she found her sword she had long lost forced into a stone pedestal, seeming to call out to her...
"Ethos...!" she almost cried out as she ran towards it, grabbing the blade as darkness drifted in, something was wrong...
...
Her mind drifted to an earlier time, when she had barely become a knight errant. The ceremony was only held once every few years in honor of those whom had survived their time as a squire, such time delays kept it exciting, something to look forward to rather than something redundant, and ensured there was a decent number of "graduates." Still, nonetheless she held the rank. It was her first true mission she had undertaken, one to defeat a Zhentarim warrior and his Loviatian concubine whom had been terrorizing the land. Her superiors rode ahead of her as they approached a tower, supposedly the duo's hideout. Hours of searching had turned up nothing until out of curiosity, and perhaps partially due to her clumsy nature, she had stumbled onto a hidden brick-switch within the wall, activating a magical portal down deeper into the ground...
Quickly her comrades ran into its dephs, leaving the young errant to herself as she entered at a slowed pace, seeming to be cautious. As she drew further in, she found her comrades dead right and left. Some burned, some with lashes across their necks from some sort of whip while others yet had seemed to of been run through with a large blade. The young knight whispered prayers as she walked onwards, apologizing for her bretheren's swift action. She had only known one of them personally, ser Holgerth, a half-orc bannerette that she hadn't spotted yet, the rest of the faces before her unknown. She would collect the iron bracelet from each one should she survive, and their names engraved within would be recorded back at the Yellow Rose monastary. The lass took hold of the one around her own wrist... It was completely possible that she might die in such a place.
She held her longsword close, the dark energies seeming to try and engulf her to no avail as she continued onward into a room in the distance. Before her stood a man clad in platemail, his sword by his side. He was obviously the Zhentarim warrior she had set out to find. She held up the longsword, quivering slightly as she showed restraint, waiting for the first move, knowing that charging in blindly against a more powerful opponent wouldn't achieve anything...
Something was off, the young knight watched the Zhent closely before it struck her-the man wasn't breathing! Magical metallic strings as thin as a hair wrapped around his limbs and had him up off the ground. She slowly approached, only for the body to react violently, the blade now noticeably tied to his hand slashing out at her. She dodged easily enough, thinking as quickly as her average intellect would allow her to before slicing out at the strings, the body falling limply to the ground. Something was amiss, how else would such a powerful warrior truly be dead this whole time? Continuing onward, her mind seemed to jump, scenes of fighting strange creatures, freeing captives with unspeakable wounds, forcing her way onwards...
Her mind jumped once more after defeating a powerful skeleton, remembering the room clearly... Glass shards were strewn about, chains on the walls, spikes parting from crevices. She looked up to see the Loviatar priestess before her, one hand holding a sickeningly twisted knife, the other holding a whip... She cautiously approached, speaking calmly, smoothly...
"Surrender, and find forgiveness in the eyes of Ilmater."
The priestess looked at her, chuckling, not a physical word being uttered from her as she snapped her fingers, a half-orc shambling forth in front of her, his eyes dull, lacking any sort of emotion to them, a greatsword in hand as he charged at the young paladin...
...
"The priests told us about you... You are Miss Jacia Lendetta, yes?"
"Y...Y...Yes... That's me..." She whimpered, the young teenager trying not to make eye contact with the green-skinned man as he kneeled next to her. Her emotional state was fragile enough as is, and his interference, however the good intentions were, had only managed to cause her fears to flood through her. After all, half-orcs weren't considered the most pleasant of races by the nobility, let alone ones to speak civilly.
"Child, you have nothing to fear from me... I am Holgerth, knight bannerette of Ilmater... I promise that you will be safe in our custody." He wiped the mud off of her cheek as the girl winced, tears pooling in her eyes as she stared back at the elaborate mansion before her. A man standing in the doorway throwing a loaf of bread at her before slamming the door shut with a look of indignation.
"M...My own father... Throwing me out of his home for... For..." The half-orc took ahold of her chin with his rough hand, forcing her to look at him...
"It is unjust, M'lady, but there is a new life ahead of you should you wish it. The clergy has offered to take you in as an initiate, but the Companions of the Noble Heart wish to offer you a formal invitation... To join us in becoming a holy knight..."
"W...W...Wh...Why me? I'm... I'm nothing special, just... Just something my father wanted to use to extend his power... An ex noble... Useless..." She began to cry as the half-orc patted her on the back.
"You have the spark of divinity needed miss Jacia, a gift few recognize and even fewer use for the sake of good. Just come with us to the barracks. It will be a hard roads, but I promise you that you will not regret this opportunity... You can become more."
The girl nodded, slowly lifting herself up off the ground, brushing off her torn dress of as much mud as possible before taking the half-orc's hand, moving forward one step at a time...
Step after step...
Lesson after lesson...
Prayer after prayer...
Sparr after sparr...
Her mind drifted back to the battle she had replayed in her head time and time again, ducking, blocking, she was no match for the half-orc knight, but somehow she was managing to dodge his manuevers, calling out to him to end the madness as the Loviatian priestess cackled maliciously in the background... Jacia had tried to strike directly at the priestess to no avail, only managing to almost strike Holgerth, or be struck herself. She knew there was nothing left, no way to save her mentor...
"Jacia..." the man's voice called out as he fell to his knees... "You have to end this madness..." It seemed the man had temporarily regained control. The priestess watched on, seemingly amused and allowing him to continue.
"No... Holgerth I can't end your life, that would go against my oaths, my ethos..."
"Child..." He chuckled, still referring to his student in such a manner, his eyes showing pain, emotional pain, but at the same time compassion, sincerity. "Child you know that she must be stopped, even if it means my death..."
"I can't, I'm no murderer!"
"It is not murder if I died a martyr... Please... End this..."
"But my Ethos-"
"Then by Ilmater's divine wrath, let me serve as your Ethos of battle!" He grunted, grabbing hold of Jacia's sword by the blade, letting out a hiss as he ran himself through the heart. Screams erupted from the young knight as he did this, but the only sound to escape him was a soft sigh... "Fight... Well... Live for both of us..." he grunted, his breath quickly failing, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he slumped forward.
The Priestess looked onwards, smirking as she approached, lashing the whip around the paladin's shield arm... Small spikes had been on the whip, and quickly dug into her skin as she let out a second wail, this time in pain.
The knight remembered praying, thinking for a way to defeat the evil taskmaster, a flash of light...
She remembered Holgerth's corpse having dissapeared, replaced by a greatsword, a white rose on top of it... The ensuing battle and the near-defeat of the priestess.
She remembered the follower of Loviatar surrendering, only to throw sand in the paladin's eyes and run away- It mattered not though, she was caught and brought to justice soon afterwards.
She remembered attempting to give the blade to the grand master, whom promptly denied and told her to keep it as a reminder, to keep it as one of the few possessions she would never have to share with others unless she wished to...
These dreams though, what was wrong with her? She was swimming before begining to drown...
Reality...
...
"Oh yes, a decent find my vampire squid, this one will make a delicious treat... Or perhaps I shall sell her as a slave to the duergar in Gelzburg... A night with this one would likely far outweigh the gold they would give for a drow whore..." The Ilithid's tendrils twitched slightly as he looked over, she was still in a daze, it seemed she was caught in her own mental maze of thoughts as it turned back to her pack, sifting through it.
"Hmm... This one was swimming in the waters of underrealm with nothing but bracers and skivvies on, it's good that you brought her back to her equipment, I could probably sell this too... And from the looks of it she's a paladin... Pure, Chaste... Ohoho.. She'll fetch me an amazing price I have a feeling..."
Jacia had been awake, listening to the beast speak, noticing the blade she had long since lost in her arrival on the island placed next to her... What had happened? What would happen? She looked at the Ilithid going through her supplies, ignoring the fact that she was wearing near nothing as she grabbed ahold of Ethos, facing it towards the Mind Flayer as it erupted with holy energy from her touch. "Surrender or meet your fate, creature of the underrealm!" She called out.
The ilithid twitched a moment before quickly turning around, seeming to be muttering an incantation as she barely sliced his arm with the blade, a wound ripping open in its place as the Ilithid stumbled backwards, screeching in pain. "Mercy... Mercy!" It called out, realizing it was defeated. Jacia lowered her guard for a moment...
"Begone, and don't return... You are forgiven for your-" Before she could finish speaking though, the beast had already begun to incant again, a fireball going off near her, burning what little clothing she had as she swung out with deadly precision, cutting the Mind Flayer's head clean off. Perhaps out of respect, perhaps out of her code, she buried the Flayer's corpse, looking about as she wiped sweat from her forehead.
"Ethos... Ilmater is opposed to pain, suffering, they are his enemies... This is why it is both a blessing and a curse to serve as a knight for him, as I must always show restraint, always show compassion no matter the being. I must never cause uneccesary harm, and this blade... Ethos was designated to be my guide, a guide assigned by Ilmater himself, forged of the soul of the first knight I would have gladly called brother, a half-orc nonetheless... His soul serves as my ethos of battle, guiding each strike, ensuring I do not hesitate. To have returned to me in such a way, even after I so clumsily lost him arriving here, so clumsily lost my way..."
She slowly put on her armor, a divine aspect seeming to be restored to her being, her confidence in battle that she had long since lost coming back. She would show discipline and restraint still, this was something she would always show, but she would have the confidence to strike her foes once more...
"Perhaps things are looking up for me..."
RP reasoning behind enchantments:
EDIT: Have made slight changes over time.
EDITEDIT: fixed a few things in terms of spelling and such, fixed the statement about underrealm being cold. (it was going to bug me >.<)
User Login : Kakashi on crack 2
Character Name : Jacia Lendetta
Desired Ascension Material : Powerful Greatsword
DM Feedback Desired : (yes)
Player Feedback Desired : (yes, only if it's something important/big though.)
Aesthetics:
Top 13, color 1
middle 19, color 2
bottom 19, color 1
Item Name: Ethos
Description:
As if ready to burst with power, this blade absolutely radiates with divine inspiration. So much in fact, that one can almost hear the lightest vibration when held near their ear, in battle this ringing almost seems to direct the flow of one's hands to make contact... A red cord of Ilmater would be wrapped around the hilt, and a preserved white rose would be underneath the cords. On the blade itself, the following engravings could be spotted on one side or the other.
"Today is the first day in what's left of your life, so live it well."
"Ethos"
Stats:
- Attack Bonus +9
- Bonus Feat: Disarm (normal)
- Greater Restoration 1 use/day
- Magical 2d10
- Sonic 2d8
- Holy Avenger
- Keen
- Massive Criticals 3d8
- Discipline +2
- Visual: Holy
The paladin stood over the half-devoured corpse, her helmet tucked under her arm and a set of bracers giving off a feint light in the abyss that was Underrealm. Since her return from the afterlife, she had found her battle scars removed, her body filled with a sense of holy energy she hadn't felt since her arrival on the island. The body before her beared the burden of tarnished armor, its eyes closed. A bloody trail was all that remained at the torso, the rest below missing. A behemoth stood nearby seemingly unaware of her presence as it looked about aimlessly for any sort of meal.
"The body is but a physical shell from which our spirits shine justly..." Jacia mumbled to herself as she picked up the corpse, hefting it over her shoulder and approaching a natural spring nearby. Slowly she placed the body down, looking towards the ceiling, but seeing nothing but darkness... "Ilmater, I grant this day and all my triumphs to you... I thank you for your kindness, for allowing me respite from the material possessions that plague others, for allowing me life once more to spread mercy, forgiveness, compassion, endurance..." She looked at the body again, it was her own, or rather, her previous one before returning from the heavens... The paladin placed a hand on the corpse's forehead, saying a silent prayer before digging a small grave into the toughened ground, and placing it within.
As she finished the burial rights, she looked around, a sense of calm flooding over her as she spotted a feint glowing light within the spring... A light gem? No... Strangely enough a white rose glowing at the bottom of it. A white rose...! Jacia gasped lightly as she quickly took off her armor, looking towards the strange rose, but... Why would Ilmater send such a signal to her? And underwater nonetheless? She dived into the water wearing nothing but her skivvies and light bracers, she had to figure out-
Cold... The feeling of icicles piercing her skin struck her as her body became submerged in the waters, darkness clouding her mind as she came back up for air, to try and rid herself of the feeling... This spring was colder than anything she had previously experienced... The white rose was still at the bottom of the spring. She had to reach it. Diving in once more she found her body wracked with the same icy wrath, but she tried her best to ignore it, reaching out, swimming deeper... How deep did this pool go?
Jacia quickly turned her head, the ground above no longer visible as the only light eminated from her leather bracers. She managed to reach the delicate flower, clasping onto it as pain hit her, her vision blurring... She thought she saw a squid of some sort holding onto her leg, but with the pain she had let out a gasp for air, only water filling her lungs as she began to pass out...
Darkness...
...
Air filled her lungs as she looked about, seeming to be in a different cavern, perhaps a deeper cavern... In her hand was a white rose, a light seeming to eminate from it in a manner similar to the arrow of a compass as she followed it, her leg having miraculously healed over. There were no monsters to be found, no undead, only the pitter patter of water from the nearby stream. Slowly she descended, hours seeming to pass as her stomache growled. She managed to locate some mushrooms that seemed edible nearby, they looked like the ones she had found in the pub, and she assumed they were alright until the rose seemed to glow, a cautious aura about it... Jacia dropped the mushrooms as it faded, the light becoming a compass once more as she followed it, the hunger in her gut increasing.
Her legs began to tire, she didn't know up from down, right from left in this strange place, but one thing was clear, there was a light in the distance. The rose seemed to edge her towards it as she stumbled on, unsure of what to expect... As she drew closer though, she found herself in a large cave, treasures glistening everywhere, enough gold to make her very rich, magical equipment too. Why would the rose have led her here? Her mind wandered to the distance, whispers filling the air as she walked towards it. She cared nothing for the riches around her, such things were of a previous life she had long abandoned... As she continued on, she found her sword she had long lost forced into a stone pedestal, seeming to call out to her...
"Ethos...!" she almost cried out as she ran towards it, grabbing the blade as darkness drifted in, something was wrong...
...
Her mind drifted to an earlier time, when she had barely become a knight errant. The ceremony was only held once every few years in honor of those whom had survived their time as a squire, such time delays kept it exciting, something to look forward to rather than something redundant, and ensured there was a decent number of "graduates." Still, nonetheless she held the rank. It was her first true mission she had undertaken, one to defeat a Zhentarim warrior and his Loviatian concubine whom had been terrorizing the land. Her superiors rode ahead of her as they approached a tower, supposedly the duo's hideout. Hours of searching had turned up nothing until out of curiosity, and perhaps partially due to her clumsy nature, she had stumbled onto a hidden brick-switch within the wall, activating a magical portal down deeper into the ground...
Quickly her comrades ran into its dephs, leaving the young errant to herself as she entered at a slowed pace, seeming to be cautious. As she drew further in, she found her comrades dead right and left. Some burned, some with lashes across their necks from some sort of whip while others yet had seemed to of been run through with a large blade. The young knight whispered prayers as she walked onwards, apologizing for her bretheren's swift action. She had only known one of them personally, ser Holgerth, a half-orc bannerette that she hadn't spotted yet, the rest of the faces before her unknown. She would collect the iron bracelet from each one should she survive, and their names engraved within would be recorded back at the Yellow Rose monastary. The lass took hold of the one around her own wrist... It was completely possible that she might die in such a place.
She held her longsword close, the dark energies seeming to try and engulf her to no avail as she continued onward into a room in the distance. Before her stood a man clad in platemail, his sword by his side. He was obviously the Zhentarim warrior she had set out to find. She held up the longsword, quivering slightly as she showed restraint, waiting for the first move, knowing that charging in blindly against a more powerful opponent wouldn't achieve anything...
Something was off, the young knight watched the Zhent closely before it struck her-the man wasn't breathing! Magical metallic strings as thin as a hair wrapped around his limbs and had him up off the ground. She slowly approached, only for the body to react violently, the blade now noticeably tied to his hand slashing out at her. She dodged easily enough, thinking as quickly as her average intellect would allow her to before slicing out at the strings, the body falling limply to the ground. Something was amiss, how else would such a powerful warrior truly be dead this whole time? Continuing onward, her mind seemed to jump, scenes of fighting strange creatures, freeing captives with unspeakable wounds, forcing her way onwards...
Her mind jumped once more after defeating a powerful skeleton, remembering the room clearly... Glass shards were strewn about, chains on the walls, spikes parting from crevices. She looked up to see the Loviatar priestess before her, one hand holding a sickeningly twisted knife, the other holding a whip... She cautiously approached, speaking calmly, smoothly...
"Surrender, and find forgiveness in the eyes of Ilmater."
The priestess looked at her, chuckling, not a physical word being uttered from her as she snapped her fingers, a half-orc shambling forth in front of her, his eyes dull, lacking any sort of emotion to them, a greatsword in hand as he charged at the young paladin...
...
"The priests told us about you... You are Miss Jacia Lendetta, yes?"
"Y...Y...Yes... That's me..." She whimpered, the young teenager trying not to make eye contact with the green-skinned man as he kneeled next to her. Her emotional state was fragile enough as is, and his interference, however the good intentions were, had only managed to cause her fears to flood through her. After all, half-orcs weren't considered the most pleasant of races by the nobility, let alone ones to speak civilly.
"Child, you have nothing to fear from me... I am Holgerth, knight bannerette of Ilmater... I promise that you will be safe in our custody." He wiped the mud off of her cheek as the girl winced, tears pooling in her eyes as she stared back at the elaborate mansion before her. A man standing in the doorway throwing a loaf of bread at her before slamming the door shut with a look of indignation.
"M...My own father... Throwing me out of his home for... For..." The half-orc took ahold of her chin with his rough hand, forcing her to look at him...
"It is unjust, M'lady, but there is a new life ahead of you should you wish it. The clergy has offered to take you in as an initiate, but the Companions of the Noble Heart wish to offer you a formal invitation... To join us in becoming a holy knight..."
"W...W...Wh...Why me? I'm... I'm nothing special, just... Just something my father wanted to use to extend his power... An ex noble... Useless..." She began to cry as the half-orc patted her on the back.
"You have the spark of divinity needed miss Jacia, a gift few recognize and even fewer use for the sake of good. Just come with us to the barracks. It will be a hard roads, but I promise you that you will not regret this opportunity... You can become more."
The girl nodded, slowly lifting herself up off the ground, brushing off her torn dress of as much mud as possible before taking the half-orc's hand, moving forward one step at a time...
Step after step...
Lesson after lesson...
Prayer after prayer...
Sparr after sparr...
Her mind drifted back to the battle she had replayed in her head time and time again, ducking, blocking, she was no match for the half-orc knight, but somehow she was managing to dodge his manuevers, calling out to him to end the madness as the Loviatian priestess cackled maliciously in the background... Jacia had tried to strike directly at the priestess to no avail, only managing to almost strike Holgerth, or be struck herself. She knew there was nothing left, no way to save her mentor...
"Jacia..." the man's voice called out as he fell to his knees... "You have to end this madness..." It seemed the man had temporarily regained control. The priestess watched on, seemingly amused and allowing him to continue.
"No... Holgerth I can't end your life, that would go against my oaths, my ethos..."
"Child..." He chuckled, still referring to his student in such a manner, his eyes showing pain, emotional pain, but at the same time compassion, sincerity. "Child you know that she must be stopped, even if it means my death..."
"I can't, I'm no murderer!"
"It is not murder if I died a martyr... Please... End this..."
"But my Ethos-"
"Then by Ilmater's divine wrath, let me serve as your Ethos of battle!" He grunted, grabbing hold of Jacia's sword by the blade, letting out a hiss as he ran himself through the heart. Screams erupted from the young knight as he did this, but the only sound to escape him was a soft sigh... "Fight... Well... Live for both of us..." he grunted, his breath quickly failing, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he slumped forward.
The Priestess looked onwards, smirking as she approached, lashing the whip around the paladin's shield arm... Small spikes had been on the whip, and quickly dug into her skin as she let out a second wail, this time in pain.
The knight remembered praying, thinking for a way to defeat the evil taskmaster, a flash of light...
She remembered Holgerth's corpse having dissapeared, replaced by a greatsword, a white rose on top of it... The ensuing battle and the near-defeat of the priestess.
She remembered the follower of Loviatar surrendering, only to throw sand in the paladin's eyes and run away- It mattered not though, she was caught and brought to justice soon afterwards.
She remembered attempting to give the blade to the grand master, whom promptly denied and told her to keep it as a reminder, to keep it as one of the few possessions she would never have to share with others unless she wished to...
These dreams though, what was wrong with her? She was swimming before begining to drown...
Reality...
...
"Oh yes, a decent find my vampire squid, this one will make a delicious treat... Or perhaps I shall sell her as a slave to the duergar in Gelzburg... A night with this one would likely far outweigh the gold they would give for a drow whore..." The Ilithid's tendrils twitched slightly as he looked over, she was still in a daze, it seemed she was caught in her own mental maze of thoughts as it turned back to her pack, sifting through it.
"Hmm... This one was swimming in the waters of underrealm with nothing but bracers and skivvies on, it's good that you brought her back to her equipment, I could probably sell this too... And from the looks of it she's a paladin... Pure, Chaste... Ohoho.. She'll fetch me an amazing price I have a feeling..."
Jacia had been awake, listening to the beast speak, noticing the blade she had long since lost in her arrival on the island placed next to her... What had happened? What would happen? She looked at the Ilithid going through her supplies, ignoring the fact that she was wearing near nothing as she grabbed ahold of Ethos, facing it towards the Mind Flayer as it erupted with holy energy from her touch. "Surrender or meet your fate, creature of the underrealm!" She called out.
The ilithid twitched a moment before quickly turning around, seeming to be muttering an incantation as she barely sliced his arm with the blade, a wound ripping open in its place as the Ilithid stumbled backwards, screeching in pain. "Mercy... Mercy!" It called out, realizing it was defeated. Jacia lowered her guard for a moment...
"Begone, and don't return... You are forgiven for your-" Before she could finish speaking though, the beast had already begun to incant again, a fireball going off near her, burning what little clothing she had as she swung out with deadly precision, cutting the Mind Flayer's head clean off. Perhaps out of respect, perhaps out of her code, she buried the Flayer's corpse, looking about as she wiped sweat from her forehead.
"Ethos... Ilmater is opposed to pain, suffering, they are his enemies... This is why it is both a blessing and a curse to serve as a knight for him, as I must always show restraint, always show compassion no matter the being. I must never cause uneccesary harm, and this blade... Ethos was designated to be my guide, a guide assigned by Ilmater himself, forged of the soul of the first knight I would have gladly called brother, a half-orc nonetheless... His soul serves as my ethos of battle, guiding each strike, ensuring I do not hesitate. To have returned to me in such a way, even after I so clumsily lost him arriving here, so clumsily lost my way..."
She slowly put on her armor, a divine aspect seeming to be restored to her being, her confidence in battle that she had long since lost coming back. She would show discipline and restraint still, this was something she would always show, but she would have the confidence to strike her foes once more...
"Perhaps things are looking up for me..."
RP reasoning behind enchantments:
- Attack Bonus +9/Keen: The blade contains a part of Holgerth, a skilled veteran holy warrior, and Jacia's former mentor. Thus, his voice through whispers helps guides the blade for her, not to mention its top-notch design allows for easy manuevering.
- Bonus Feat: Disarm: Jacia is not always the brightest of figures but is always good meaning. When she focuses herself, leaving herself open for attack, Jacia focuses on Sir Holgerth's training, mimicking the ability to disarm through his guidance. She can let loose powerful strikes near the opponent's hands, pulling away their weapons in a bid to get them to surrender.
- Cast Spell, Greater Restoration 1/day/Holy Avenger/Visual Effect Holy: Ilmater is the god of suffering, thus this blade, being directly tied to him, allows one to heal others to end their suffering. Holy Avenger serves as a reminder of the blade's purpose in fighting evil, specifically at this time, undeath.
- Magical/Sonic damage: The weapon is designed to work similar to vibroweaponry. It takes the initial nick, cut, or otherwise insignificant wound and loads it with a high-frequency wave as well as a burst of energy to disrupt the enemy's body, and force the wound to quickly expand. This serves Jacia's role of "cause as much damage as possible in the smallest amount of time possible in order to cause as little suffering as she can." (the reasoning behind her using greatswords rather than shields and one-handed swords in the first place.)
- Massive Criticals 3d8: While in line with her ideals listed above, there seems to be an ulterior motive behind this enchantment. When Jacia was fighting the Loviatar Priestess, she noticed the woman managed to dodge most of her attacks rather easily. Perhaps a blessing from Ilmater or perhaps part of the enchantment, when she would manage to land a powerful strike against the priestess, the blade would seem to recognize this and let off an aditional "spurt" of energy to ensure that the limited hits would have an extra "umph" to them, making sure every attack counts.
- Discipline +2: More of a subtle effect, the item allows her to focus more in combat situations, helping prevent herself from being tripped, or having her weapon taken away.
EDIT: Have made slight changes over time.
EDITEDIT: fixed a few things in terms of spelling and such, fixed the statement about underrealm being cold. (it was going to bug me >.<)
