A misguided Banite

[Fezzik]

Cybil sat in the Comfort inn. Waiting to see if Osclow would be down from his room. Mostly she just needed company of a familiar face. Any familiar face. She waited, she knew he and Annie were having some words about his actions with a certain number of ales the night before.

And then someone came and sat beside her. Someone she knew, but didn't recognize at first, until he had spoken a few more words. Clive offered to give her information on the Necromancer. To follow him; he would lead her to the information.

She told him to wait outside, she sent two sendings, one to Osclow, and another to Cirion, and then she put on her armour. Clive led her to the Virdale.

She on more than one occasion claimed to have a cramp in her leg, to buy herself some time, and some time for the ones whose help she sent for to find her. She didn't trust Clive. He didnt have to tell her who he was, but she let him know that she did. He had never really given her a reason to trust him. He was a known Banite after all.

"He'll be meeting us somewhere around here."

"Meeting us?" She replied, pretending not to sound to suspicious. She had prepared some of her spells, without him hesitating to argue, before they left for the woods. Now she knew she had to prepare a few more.

She had true vision. She saw Nocte up on the hill, waiting for them, like a cat ready to strike at a hapless mouse.

She stopped on the bridge, to massage her leg again, but Clive grew impatient for the kill. He sent down his imp, to attack her. She had time for one last preparation. The power of Ilmater flowed through her and gave her strength. She charged Clive. He offered little resistance.

Nocte tried to flee, casting a spell on the bridge. to slow her down. She called on the Tides of Battle, to give her quickness of feet, and she chased him down. She subdued him. He had not put up an offensive fight, and she had no wish to kill him. Clive died out of his own zeal.

And so she stood over Nocte, and called for her friends again. And they came.
....
After the encounter in the temple with someone she thought had understood her once, Cybil told the Broken Ones to let Nocte go when he had recovered from him wounds. She did it to show her compassion, to make them understand what kind of person she was, had always been. She suggested that the Triumvirate also do what they saw fit in the ways of forgiveness with Clive as well. He had paid for this mistake with his life.

[Cirion]

Cirion sheathed his blade and looked to Yashia, or more at what she was holding over her shoulder. "Yashia, let me see Clive." Yashia then brought Clive's body from her shoulders to the ground, asking Cirion "Hmm; What do you need him for?" Almost immediately Cirion began searching Clive for all holy symbols. "Because..." He continued searching while hearing Annie lectured Cybil on how she could have died and how it was all an obvious trap. But Cirion continued to speak to Yashia as he searched the body, "Because I need to find something from him. Something we will need..." He removed much of Clive's armor while looking for holy symbols of Bane he could find on the man.

Cirion and Yashia's part in this started as they were leaving Aqour after receiving a message from Cybil; "A suspicious man... I think may be Clive, says he knows where the Necromancer is. I'm in the Comfort Inn and leaving now." Cirion made his response to her sending, telling her how the Banite would try to kill her, told her to not go with him anywhere outside the protection of the city. But even while Cirion and Yashia were leaving, they received another Sending from Cybil saying "He's leading me to Viridale; Osclow is also on his way." However, by the time anyone arrived, Cybil had already been attacked. Her attacker, Clive, had supposedly received some aid from Nocte. What really amazed Cirion, was how Clive lay dead on the ground and Nocte was unconscious next to Cybil.


Cirion told all of this to Balthasar, after everyone involved went to the Triumvirate. Yashia had placed Clive's dead body onto a bed in the Ilmatari section of the temple, Cybil placed Nocte's unconscious body on another, while Osclow and Annie remained near Cybil. Cirion went to tell all that went on, all that he knew and thought was relevant, but did this mainly to give the Holy symbols from Clive's body to Balthasar immediately, since he was told it was something of interest to the Triumvirate.

[Redjack]

Clive's Story

Clive leaps up from the alter! Another long night crying out to the Black Lord for vengence! Ever since the Dark Lord's glorious victory at the crossroads Clive has been seething with anger. He has found it hard to sleep, eat and focus on his prayers with this pent-up fury coarsing through his veins!
Always on his mind he can see their mocking faces.
Sneering, smirking, gloating faces,... fools all, so they thought they had achieved something by taking him in the battle at the crossroads.

Pouring himself a tall glass of wine and watching out the window as the eastern sky began to lighten Clive smiles as he remembers the others in the background that day at the crossroads. Oh yes he remembered their fearful faces quite clearly. They, the fearful one's were the wise ones, not the fools standing over him inflicting pain on him to try to cohearse the whereabouts of some girl named Julia.
The Black Lord would squeeze the lifes blood out of those that mocked him and his chosen few. Yes ,once the Black Hand claimed his rightful throne and ruled over all The Realm, they would pay in flesh and blood.

He walked out onto the balcony of his room at the Nexsus. Inhaling deeply of the sulfurous gases emanating from the burning rivers of the lands surrounding the Citidel, he began mullling over a plan to get revenge himself. Clive could feel the fury draining from him, relaxing after the long hours spent in prayer during the night.

Perhaps he would gain some peace if he inflicted pain on those gloating faces himself...
He had demanded revenge, prayed for it, sacrificed innocent blood over the alters for it. Night after night had passed. Silence. and again silence. He had spent hours flipping through ancient tomes said to be taken from the Barrens of Doom and Despair itself.

Clive slipped into a chant of Power, he could feel the building darkness, like a cold black fist squeezing his heart, his breath became labored and painful. NO! he spun away and stamped back into his room. He picked of the bottle of wine, empty. He turned and tossed it off the balcony and went back into his room again. He popped the cork on a bottle of wine and poured another tall glass of wine.

Even if the elders in the Church have given him no guidance it was time to act. He was burning with hate and the power was there at his finger tips.

Action had not been sanctioned by the Black Lord! His superiors had given him no blessings. It was a gamble for sure. A plan that could lead to great folly. If his plan to strike back went well perhaps he would gain favor of the Black Lord. Then those around him would regret ignoring his call for vengence.

He would strike at the one who had showed him the greatest kindness at the crossroads. He would spare her life of course, but the scars would leave her life in ruins. A fleeting thought of sympathy and horror over his decision gave him pause. He quickly squashed the weakness and proceeded with his plans. Who could he ask for help, he could not tangle with the girl named Cybil alone, she was too strong for him at this time. Perhaps someone outside of the Church.
Someone who does not know the whole story, someone he could manipulate into assisting him with the bloody task. Someone who felt underappreciated as Clive himself did. Someone looked down upon as Clive himself was. Yes if the Black Hand wouldn't help then he would take it into his own hands.

It would be a great risk indeed. But he had no peace at all. He had suffered pain at their hands. And they think themselves the better, even "good". Torture is torture, yes they were no better, serving their weak false gods and claiming to be "good". He would inflict pain on their own. Cybil, especially her.

[Phantom Lamb]

Cirion strips through Clive's goods and does indeed find something that looks like a small medallion or coin. It has the symbol of Bane engraved on it.

(( Cirion will have to PM me to tell me what he wants to do from here ))

[Anks]

someone who does not know the whole story, someone he could manipulate into assisting him with the bloody task. Someone who felt underappreciated as clive himself did. Someone looked down upon as clive himself was. Yes if the black hand wouldn't help then he would take it into his own hands.

Nocte adjusted his hood at the crossroads as caravans of merchants and travelers came and went. Hours passed of the same routine till the moon was at its highest. a man dressed in gold and black could be seen walking in a distance. Nocte adjusted his gloves as the man approached him. The man nodded and spoke lightly to Nocte. The night was silent and dull as the hooded man sat at Nocte's camp. He knew this man and of his loyalties so he had to be weary of him. As they spoke with each other, chuckles could be heard. As soon as the man arrived he arose and so did Nocte and they both headed towards the city. Nocte parted way's with the man as he arrived at the four lanterns and the man continued to walk towards the city.

Nocte then patiently awaited at the Viridale bridge near the Untrodden Grounds he had found a suitable spot at a tree where he would be able to observe all which may happen. His arms where crossed as he leaned on the timber.

Shortly afterwards Clive arrived with a minor infernal creature by his side. Off in a distance he could see Cybil approaching. Nocte quietly sighed. Cybil crossed the bridge as the creature attacked her...as well did Clive. Nocte stood there by the tree, silently in disguise. Clive was quickly dispatched as Nocte had predicted. Then Cybil turned to face him and charged. He was shocked that she could spot him. As she came closer he cast a spell upon the bridge to slow her down as his next spell would teleport him safely across.

His spell and teleportation where in vain as he was subdued and beaten sensless.

Hours went by and Nocte awoke in a strange place. He was blindfolded, gagged and bound. Little did he know he was in the Triumvirate. He could smell urine, his hands where tied, he struggled to escape but his attempts ended in failure. He could hear Annie , Osclow , Yashia and Lauan speaking as he tried to yell and yell. Then a cold knife could be felt near his hands. His ears could hear the ropes getting undone by the blade. As soon as his hands where free he un gagged himself and threw up on his robes as he took off his blindfold and yelled. "The Hell DID I DO THIS TIME?" he looked upon all present parties.


((Ps. I forgot the IC conversation so if someone can fill that part in for me or help me out that would be cool.))

They conversed and spoke till one of them spoke of their location. Nocte in panic fled with his arms in the air screaming of how the holly rollers are trying to murder him.