BATKNIGHT
The knight's reflexes are enough to help him avoid the flames, even in darkness. He spins and rolls forward, sensing the presence of his enemies. The smell of blood and burned flesh is enough to remember him of the lands below, eternally engaged in war and sacrifice to profane gods. This should be a fitting fate to his kin, considering their painful choices and treacherous manners.
As the bat steps forward, he senses movement. A blade sings in the dark as he sidesteps the strike, safely parrying two other attacks! His instincts didn't lie: he found his foes once more - to their woe!
[Yup, the roll was enough to make him find enemies around! You can choose where to move the knight!]
ARDUNIEL
The historian contemplates the rain as he rises above the dark cloud created by his ally. The devastation persists, much to his surprise. A firefall shouldn't take this long, simply spreading the fires it managed to employ and dissipate. His trained mind leads him to one logical conclusion: the maidens must have found a way to modify the spell - probably instructed by the fiends they worship!
With a quick decision, he mutters the words of creation and gestures to restore the valley to what it once was. Reality itself twists as the old language is spoken. Arduniel feels the very nature of that place refusing to accept the cursed rains and the profanities that came along with them - the cursed litanies from worlds below and beyond. At last, the valley itself rises in a song only the historian can listen, hurling the dark magic out as a sick body that regurgitates the disease.
MOSS
Moss runs around like a rabid beast. The small dragon can barely be seen by friend and foe alike, but his presence can surely be felt. The small creature hunts down his enemies. A leap, a lethal bite and a sunk skull later, Moss leaps forward, clawing two others to their deaths with small effort! Dark blood hisses against his claws and fangs, burning under the sacred touch granted so long ago by the mistress of the forests. For a moment, Moss feels as if the entire valley rose in strength to thank him and support his cause, almost as if the demons never marched over the woodlands, as if this moment pushed him towards a greater fate...
ZYARA
The monk is a blur before her enemies. She moves around with grace and agility, strikes driven towards her missing her advancing shape by small, calculated distances. Her pragmatical choices lead her with plenty of energy to spare to her enemies, and before they can object, both of them have been brought down. On his knees, the first one receives two precise strikes - one on the throat, the other on the back of the head. He falls dead, a thin line of blood running from his lips. The second one, laying on his back, tries to attack with his right heel. Zyara breaks his leg with a quick defensive move from her leg, landing her own heel upon the drow's heart. The cracking sound ensures his death even before another drow attempts an attack - being thrown over her shoulder with a dislocated arm and a painful scream for his petulance.
[Two down and one broken and disarmed thanks to OA!]
DAXIO
Daxio feels a second wave rising. He can hear the incantations being uttered in the wind, bringing a second storm of profanities and curses. Another firefall, directed towards the flickering fires of the battlefield, burns from the voice of a maiden! For a second, Daxio considers how such a sweet voice could produce those violent, grotesque words. His focus redeems the youthful chant, refusing quarter to its effects. His own mental litany forces a sudden silence upon the female, whom interrupts her own chanting immediately, almost as if hearing his own mental reproaches!
[It's a level 4 firefall, and it comes your way... Well, it did, anyway. Daxio countered it!]
After that, Daxio reaches for a set of empty nutshells, carefully stored in his pouch. He rolls them within his closed hands, muttering the madman's chant towards his first group of enemies. He then takes each nutshell and, muttering the secret name of madness, blows within them, one by one, letting them loose on the battlefield. He repeats the process towards the second group of enemies and then contemplates as their minds twist their own reasoning, turning almost all of them against each other!
ALICE
Alice's arms are a sight to be seen. They themselves are enough to keep most enemies at bay. Still, a few bold drow decide to charge. Two of them plunge forward, their blades reaching out to pierce the investigator. The first one never gets near. The rapier dances around and, as the arm twists in impossible ways, it naturally faints, crossing the enemy's chest and piercing his heart! Blood drips from his mouth as he slowly drags down to the floor.
Meanwhile, the other swordsman stretches his ownb body against her, his blade going for her flank! Her gracious shape dances to the side, shyly, avoiding the damage and leaving the warrior perplexed.
ARANEL
The herald focuses ahead, the rain slowly fading away as she covers her eyes and feels the fires being deflected. As her mouth opens, she sees enemies racing to meet her, ready to kill her where she stands! A mixture of hate and fear lives in their eyes. They move forward with the stimulus of the obsessive and the fanatic. It is almost as if they know who she is, thirsting for her own blood. She could swear they muttered her name behind their helmets and masks...
But that ends in a second. As she roars, flames burst forward, taking all of them in their wake! The madness turns into pain and fear as the fires burn the cloth and melt the armor, twisting leather and skin into a unified mass. They cry, and their voices seem to repeat something in ancient elfic, something to reach her deepest, darkest memories... Still, she can't discern.
Only four survive the slaughter. Still, they burn, stunned and desperate, trying to put out the fires that won't give out, fires that could melt blades and forge artifacts, given time... The smell of burned flesh rises from melted faces, blackened bones and smoking carcasses.
[Ok, next round! Again, sorry for the long time away. I hope I didn't lose you guys. I really had to, this time. My job entered a chaotic spiral, and I had to work projects, cover hours and help around. Plus, our families decided to go full-madness mode on our asses - they're crazy, but we love them! So, please, give me a shout, so we can continue this one! Really eager to move forward with this story!]
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