Life In Vein
Paxus Asclepius
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Agracahn, Litorian Unfettered
*Agracahn steps backwards, eyeing the throbbing veins nervously. He shouts over the rising wind "If we don't do something final soon, something final will happen to us!"*
*Agracahn steps backwards, eyeing the throbbing veins nervously. He shouts over the rising wind "If we don't do something final soon, something final will happen to us!"*
SeanWeasley
First Post
Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1
Arkas rides Bronwynn to the altar and joins the others in examining the witch (using his vast knowledge, etc., etc.).
"She looks like she's going to blow. I do no' think she can take much more o' this. Let's toss her through the trapdoor to her bedroom. The stone walls should contain any explosion." And we gather any valuables off of her person later.
Arkas rides Bronwynn to the altar and joins the others in examining the witch (using his vast knowledge, etc., etc.).
"She looks like she's going to blow. I do no' think she can take much more o' this. Let's toss her through the trapdoor to her bedroom. The stone walls should contain any explosion." And we gather any valuables off of her person later.
dead_radish
Explorer
*Matz takes advantage of his appropriate position to find a spot to scramble for cover, and then tosses a dagger at the woman as well*
*Arkas, Eryic, and Pai all have an idea that perhaps the woman was trying to literally infuse the power of wind into her veins. If she is allowed to shed her mortal form before death, she could become heir to all the power of the winds...*
*Pai's casting of his spell only learns that this temple was made two hundred and thirty years ago.*
*However, the others waste no time with the finding of knowledge, but bend to the task of striking the woman down. Agracahn lashes at her again with his sword, only inflicting a shallow wound. Matz dashes behind one of the large pillars and throws his dagger, thudding deeply into her side. Urgo's dagger lands next to it as the mojh hurls another with surprising accuracy despite the bitter winds. Soen's own dagger it simply blown away.*
The woman is bleeding badly, pouring a windstorm into the air around her. The winds are starting to lift her into the air again. She seems to be on the cusp of death and new life, as her mortal shell seems to start to be rent from within!*
*Pai's casting of his spell only learns that this temple was made two hundred and thirty years ago.*
*However, the others waste no time with the finding of knowledge, but bend to the task of striking the woman down. Agracahn lashes at her again with his sword, only inflicting a shallow wound. Matz dashes behind one of the large pillars and throws his dagger, thudding deeply into her side. Urgo's dagger lands next to it as the mojh hurls another with surprising accuracy despite the bitter winds. Soen's own dagger it simply blown away.*
The woman is bleeding badly, pouring a windstorm into the air around her. The winds are starting to lift her into the air again. She seems to be on the cusp of death and new life, as her mortal shell seems to start to be rent from within!*
dead_radish
Explorer
"Dammit woman! Couldn't you have picked an easier way to change? I have some books back home...." *Matz shakes his head, and considers his limited options. Perhaps one more chance.... He once again attempts to approach the woman and wrestle her to the ground* "Anyone have a means of controlling the air, or removing it, or countering?"
Thought Admiral
First Post
*Arkas, Eryic, and Pai all have an idea that perhaps the woman was trying to literally infuse the power of wind into her veins. If she is allowed to shed her mortal form before death, she could become heir to all the power of the winds...*
*Eryic regards this display of the power of wind with fascination and awe. In responses to Matz' query, he frowns,*
"I have no insight here," he says sadly. "Let's finish this." He moves in to ready a coup de grace.
*Eryic regards this display of the power of wind with fascination and awe. In responses to Matz' query, he frowns,*
"I have no insight here," he says sadly. "Let's finish this." He moves in to ready a coup de grace.
SeanWeasley
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Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1
"Hurry! Kill the witch!"
Arkas dismounts and shoots the witch with his bow. If he can still reach her, Bronwynn will gore the witch. If not, he will wait for someone else to bring her down. Then he will gore her.
"Hurry! Kill the witch!"
Arkas dismounts and shoots the witch with his bow. If he can still reach her, Bronwynn will gore the witch. If not, he will wait for someone else to bring her down. Then he will gore her.
Paxus Asclepius
First Post
Agracahn, Litorian Unfettered
"Easier said than done!" *Agracahn shouts over the wind as he drives his rapier forward again, pulling a dagger from his belt with his off-hand.*
"Easier said than done!" *Agracahn shouts over the wind as he drives his rapier forward again, pulling a dagger from his belt with his off-hand.*
*Each of the members of the party strain to kill the witch before she can shed her mortal form. The mojh brothers hold her down, as Agracahn, Arkas, Bronwynn, Eryic, Pai, and Soen all lunge forward, striking her in half a dozen places. With a final shriek of tortured air, the woman's body goes still, and the winds seem to leap from her and away. Red blood leaks from her many wounds, staining the alter and the floor below.*
*In the air of the mountainside, all can see the winds gamboling about the peaks, free and unfettered, a sweet scent of flowers filling the night air.*
*In the air of the mountainside, all can see the winds gamboling about the peaks, free and unfettered, a sweet scent of flowers filling the night air.*
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