Further Adventures
The 7th Sea game continues, picking up in the middle of combat.
The heroes huddled around (or in) their former transportation, awaiting the next attack from the devil-dog with an ability to tear in and out of their reality. It struck next at Sebastian, wounding him as it had some with Sylvia before. It wasn't, however, fast enough to get away. With Phedre taunting it and the others (even Rufina) pressing the attack, it didn't last much longer.
It did get its teeth on Phedre briefly, but she seemed to be protected by some trick of Avalon glamour. The beast's wounds pile up until, finally, Sylvia was able to bring her dracheneisen broadsword down on it in a blow that finally put it down. Then, to mixed reactions of her companions, the Eisen swordswoman removed its head with another stroke.
One never can be too safe.
Afterward, the weary band made their way to the manor they had set out for in the first place. Rain-soaked and wounded, they were greeted with hospitality and informed that the mistress of the household (aka the diva from the opera) was feeling unwell and had turned in, but would meet her guests for breakfast. Given the varying degrees of insanity present in the others who were present at the opera house, it seems possible she may not survive until the morning, but no one was willing to press the issue then. Instead, it was a time to bath, dress in fresh clothes, and (for Sylvia and Sebastian, at least) receive a few stitches. Figuring out any more of the conspiracy behind the cursed opera shall have to wait.
Elapsed Time: Hours, day ends.
The heroes huddled around (or in) their former transportation, awaiting the next attack from the devil-dog with an ability to tear in and out of their reality. It struck next at Sebastian, wounding him as it had some with Sylvia before. It wasn't, however, fast enough to get away. With Phedre taunting it and the others (even Rufina) pressing the attack, it didn't last much longer.
It did get its teeth on Phedre briefly, but she seemed to be protected by some trick of Avalon glamour. The beast's wounds pile up until, finally, Sylvia was able to bring her dracheneisen broadsword down on it in a blow that finally put it down. Then, to mixed reactions of her companions, the Eisen swordswoman removed its head with another stroke.
One never can be too safe.
Afterward, the weary band made their way to the manor they had set out for in the first place. Rain-soaked and wounded, they were greeted with hospitality and informed that the mistress of the household (aka the diva from the opera) was feeling unwell and had turned in, but would meet her guests for breakfast. Given the varying degrees of insanity present in the others who were present at the opera house, it seems possible she may not survive until the morning, but no one was willing to press the issue then. Instead, it was a time to bath, dress in fresh clothes, and (for Sylvia and Sebastian, at least) receive a few stitches. Figuring out any more of the conspiracy behind the cursed opera shall have to wait.
Elapsed Time: Hours, day ends.
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