Shadow War campaign In-Game: Chapter 69- Manor of Death

[Navarre]

You know from the history that Juris Templar slew his daughter, Lark Moonshadow, while Bronwyn watched. It was this that was the primary cause of Bronwyn's final mental breakdown into complete sociopathic psychosis.

[sab39]

{Knowledge Arcana on what the adult Moonshadows are resistant to and whether there is anything I'm capable of doing that would harm them}

[Navarre]

Marcus and Lark Moonshadow are virtually demi-gods. They possess high-level resistance to magic, damage, poison, disintegration, fire, cold, disease, energy drain, massive damage, electricity, and mind-affecting attacks. They possess all the defenses you know the Vampyre to have.

As Vampyre, they would be immune to soul-based attacks as well. Their primary weaknesses lie in the fact that they are still as vulnerable as any other Vampyre to those things which hurt or destroy them. Also, truly divine weapons or effects of a mystic level higher equal to or higher than their own would affect them normally.

Your assessment is that you have no more chance to destroy the Moonshadows by your own physical or magical attacks than a flea has a chance to fell an elephant.

[Navarre]

Abraham Foster nods.

"I do indeed know something of such things. I admit I am not as adept with manipulating souls as even Helsbeth here."

"Her rune magic stems from the very beginning of time; before life began when the Primordial connected to the Weaving itself to shape reality. It is a power meant only for the gods themselves, not those who would fashion themselves as such."

"Still, though I may not be a master of that all but lost ancient art, neither am I the calculating manipulator that this witch is. So, it all comes down to what you wish to do with this power against souls and, most assuredly, Nexuses."

"Also, as we have agreed to be courteous, you have yet to tell me your own name, sir."

[sab39]

<Valor. We have met, although you may not know it; it was in my past, but your future. I do not know if the powers granted to you by the Holy Primordial include knowledge of things yet to be, but I understand that you have been contacted by Warsong so you have some knowledge of whence we came. I swear on the Holy Primordial themselves that what I say is true, in my past Bronwyn Moonshadow has destroyed three worlds and seeks to destroy my own. Meanwhile, Marcus has usurped the power of the Primordial and their creations and been responsible for thousands or millions of deaths. I am here to give my life if necessary to save several worlds, but Helsbeth and one who I believed to be my friend thwarted my attempt and stole the only weapon I had powerful enough to harm them. Please believe me, in the name of Father Celestryn and Mother Aurora.>

{Or substitute a different appropriate honorific for the Primordial if that would not be something that a follower of the Primordial would say}

[sab39]

{Oh, I also look around the room for anything silver, just on the offchance}

[Strifeter]

"Indeed we have. May name is Tren. Tren Moonstride and my friend here is known as Lyric."

Tren looks at Helsbeth

"I assure my intent is for protection. For both me and my friends."

[Navarre]

Foster studies you carefully. He nods politely to Lyric.

"Miss Lyric. It is a true pleasure."

"A wraith with a soul. Now that is something that makes me believe in miracles."

He takes a moment and sips his tea, thinking, before responding.

"I believe you. Tell me this then, Mr. Moonstride, what would you be willing to do to ensure the protection of the multiverse?"

"Are there any lines you would not cross, if it meant saving everything you wish to protect? Is there anything you would not sacrifice?"

[Navarre]

Within Moonshadow Manor, Valor gives you a single statement of recognition.

<I know. We have a plan in motion. We must save the girl... from herself.>

If Juris Templar hears Valor's telepathic broadcast to you he makes no sign. His full focus is on the to people asleep in the burning bed.

Canus, perhaps not so far gone as the beast you know after all, turns his attention and concern toward the fallen Bronwyn.

"Damn you, mystic! You've killed her!!"

He runs across the room to Bronwyn's side. Panserbjorn, still strugglign with the slippery rub beneath her, is unable to make any move to prevent it.

But Canus only kneels at Bronwyn's side. You see her breathing, though it is shallow.

He gently turns her over to allow her to get more air, cradling her up into his arms.

"Please stop taking everyone," he pleads to a deaf universe. "C'mon, girl. Don't die on me."

Canus moves SE, SE (15ft) to P23


{Your turn, Anbar.}

[sab39]

<How can you know?>

[Navarre]

Valor replies, in the brief instant of time open to it.

<Abraham knows. He told himself.>

<We owe everything to the warning of someone known as T'Ning.>

<Quickly, you must do what I cannot...>

<Strike down Juris Templar.>

[sab39]

{Based on my knowledge of the history, Templar has many levels on me, no?}

<Why me? Why not Silverleaf or Mordelus? I am no match for such a warrior>

[Navarre]

<There remains no time to explain. Do as your heart dictates.>

{Based on my knowledge of the history, Templar has many levels on me, no?}

{Based on what you know of history, Juris and the rest of the Legends are like 25th fucking level...or higher.  }

[Strifeter]

"Yes. There is one thing. I do. It want to change history I think. But my ear is always ready to listen to argument."

[sab39]

{Do any of the Legends appear injured?}