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[Mathew_Freeman]

Aengus, Aldis and Sigurd spun swiftly at the sound of movement behind them. Congealing out of the alchemical spillage behind them came several rat-shaped forms the size of small dogs, baring their teeth and snapping at the adventurers. Aldis moved to defend her Wizard companion swiftly, her golden armour shining brightly in the dim light.

The Eladrin Warlock took a different approach. Taking a swift step through the fey world, he moved to Requiem’s side, before teleporting back and leaving a freezing cloud behind him. The ice spread through the metalwork around the Warforged’s legs, locking him in place and preventing him from escaping the foes surrounding him. As he returned to the dais, safely out of reach of Requiem’s swords, several rats bit at him, one drawing a little blood from his leg. Sigurd was similarly bitten, and could feel the strange toxins that formed the rat begin to sap at her strength.

Karl, still dodging and moving as best he could on the slippery surface, struck upwards once more at General Requiem. In return, the large Warforged smashed a sword into Karl’s side, injuring him again. Thunder spoke a Healing Word to repair the damage and followed it with a furious strike into Requiem’s side, shouting at his opponent, “How did you know to expect me?” he cried.

His eyes glowing brighter in battle lust, the form of the Warforged turned ponderously towards Thunder. “I don’t know how long I can hold this back,” he roared, striking out again. Before the blow could land, Iben’s axe blocked it as the Kindraeder attacked again. This blow landed across Requiem’s side, denting it and causing a cry of pain from the Warforged.

Sigurd had collected her wits and threw off the effects of the bite, concentrating her mind. A familiar incantation crossed her lips, and two rats were Thunderwaved off the dais. Turning, she also threw out a Colour Spray in the direction of Requiem, but the magical attack bounced off him without effect.

Examining the situation, Aengus found himself beset by rats. Using the power of his armour, he summoned forth the Armour of Agathis to protect himself. The zone of darkness he had conjured earlier faded away, revealing the full extent of the damage done to General Requiem.

Thunder stared again at the giant figure fighting him. There’s something wrong, he thought. That isn’t what he looked like. It’s as if he’s been augmented somehow. Grimly he blocked another blow. Or corrupted might be a better word. And wait – his Ghulra is missing!

Karl shouted up at the Warforged figure, “I’m going to use that helmet as a chamber pot when I’m done with you!”, stabbing again at the leg of his opponent. Thunder also struck home, opening a gap in Requiem’s defences as his holy fire continued to ravage the creature’s body. Requiem’s body burned, but through the fire his eyes met with Thunder’s again. “There is something you must know!” he shouted, even as he once more hacked at Karl.

Karl took the blow and executed a perfect riposte, striking home and then following it by using the backswing of his weapon to spin and strike again. As Karl's blade sliced across Requiem’s leg, his eyes changed to blue for a second, piercing in the gloom. He called across to Thunder.

“In the last days of man, when Surtur and Thrymm attack, when all that is falls to dust in the wind – these are the last orders of the Legion That Waits. Hold the Bridge, for the Bridge must hold!” Thunder nodded in return, fixing the memory in his mind.

Requiem then roared with great force, red light shining out from his joints. He lashed out in all directions, sending Karl sliding backwards over a pile of metal junk. Iben lashed out in return, his blade going wildly askew.

Sigurd and Aengus fought the rats, the sound of another Thunderwave mixing with the clash of steel from Aengus’ sword. His strike hit home, and the ichor that made up one of the rats splashed across the dais and the statues on it.

Requiem was beginning to weaken under the relentless onslaught he was subject to. Karl on one side, Thunder on the other with the power of Iben in between, all striking as best they could. A Flaming Sphere from Sigurd began to burn in the room as well, adding to the holy fire conjured by Thunder. As Requiem roared in pain again, Karl seized his moment.

Taking a breath, he scrambled forwards and climbed the side of the giant Warforged, using his natural agility and small size to dodge it’s blows. Reaching the head, he struck hard, jamming his sword into Requiem’s open mouth. The light flared once more, and then, with a screech of metal, the Warforged crashed to the ground and was still.

Note: Well, our DM turned out to be a little disappointed with that fight. He'd created Requiem's stats when we were all about third level and just wasn't prepared for the amount of damage we could now dish out. He said it was sad to watch as his prized creation was ripped to shreds. Hah.

Next session: The looting! And another portal.