Adam
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
The first person to arrive Adam didn't recognise, but he sure as shit recognised the name Launceleyn. The weird cult Pet had joined, the one that had made him change his name and was deciding who he could marry...cautiously he took the offered hand, trying to memorise Loren's face so he could ask Pet about him later. "Yeah...hey. I dunno anything about this whole thing. Just here for the ride."
The next one to join them was Wessex, who promptly brought up the 'D' word (and not the fun one). "Nope, one hundred percent depressingly sober." He assured her, the statement all the worse for being true. Since Longnight, his horn filled with a crisp cold water, he'd found it hard to go and find a bar when there was always something else to do, someone else to talk to. Staying busy was the best help he'd ever had.
He welcomed Jigano, surprised that the quiet bard was there; Adam had assumed he was more of a books and tea guy, not an adventure guy. But hey, he wasn't about to send the dude away; he suspected that there was more to him than he had seen.
So with their rag tag team of four, they headed down into the Spire. It was about as 'epic adventure' of a location as you could get, so he was content as he went down the stairs quickly, long legs giving him a quick stride. Loren's little peace-for-all-men line as they went down nearly made him roll his eyes, especially coming from a cultist, but Adam just nodded, wanting to get to the cool portal part of all this as soon as possible.
They came to a blocked door and Adam watched as Loren used his magic, impressively protecting the walls and sending something to unblock the exit in one swoop. Looking at his guns and deciding they would not be helpful in this situation, Adam walked forward to the rock pile, Coffee flying along behind him. There was little he could do to assist with the moving, he realised.
Instead, he decided to prepare himself if anything was on the other side, sure Loren's bear would be able to clear it in time. Holding out his guns to the pile and getting Coffee to stand ready to attack at his feet, he waited for what lay behind it.
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Adam prepares himself to shoot at anything behind the rocks (sorry y'all he ain't got no rock-moving powers)
The next one to join them was Wessex, who promptly brought up the 'D' word (and not the fun one). "Nope, one hundred percent depressingly sober." He assured her, the statement all the worse for being true. Since Longnight, his horn filled with a crisp cold water, he'd found it hard to go and find a bar when there was always something else to do, someone else to talk to. Staying busy was the best help he'd ever had.
He welcomed Jigano, surprised that the quiet bard was there; Adam had assumed he was more of a books and tea guy, not an adventure guy. But hey, he wasn't about to send the dude away; he suspected that there was more to him than he had seen.
So with their rag tag team of four, they headed down into the Spire. It was about as 'epic adventure' of a location as you could get, so he was content as he went down the stairs quickly, long legs giving him a quick stride. Loren's little peace-for-all-men line as they went down nearly made him roll his eyes, especially coming from a cultist, but Adam just nodded, wanting to get to the cool portal part of all this as soon as possible.
They came to a blocked door and Adam watched as Loren used his magic, impressively protecting the walls and sending something to unblock the exit in one swoop. Looking at his guns and deciding they would not be helpful in this situation, Adam walked forward to the rock pile, Coffee flying along behind him. There was little he could do to assist with the moving, he realised.
Instead, he decided to prepare himself if anything was on the other side, sure Loren's bear would be able to clear it in time. Holding out his guns to the pile and getting Coffee to stand ready to attack at his feet, he waited for what lay behind it.
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Adam prepares himself to shoot at anything behind the rocks (sorry y'all he ain't got no rock-moving powers)
Draw a white chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough
And this is what you get
