Lightning flashes, revealing the desperate scene to the Heroes. Kaela's words resound throughout the cave, the air crackling with arcane power, loose stones and sand falling from the cave's ceiling. The two orcs in the back both emit a grunt before falling facedown in the ashen mud with a crash, the mud bubbling as they slowly drown oblivious to their plight. Aislinn cowers at Kaela's feet, her hands over her ears and her blind eyes wide, desperately trying to block out the screams of pain and hewing blades. Reznik kneels nearby Aislinn, his blades drawn, protecting the girl with his life if need be.
On the front lines, Brian aims a blow at the wounded orc's head only to have his fist glance from the heavily armored shoulder of the Shadow warrior. The Shadow-scourge smiles viciously, swinging his vardatch in a wide arc, catching Brian in the chest, slicing flesh and knocking the wind from the defender (7 points of damage).
Valurel, blood burning in his veins, leaps again at the hobbled orc. Claws rake and teeth gnash, but Valurel's wild attack is unable to find flesh, instead scraping on the warrior's metal armor. With a roar, the Blood Mother swings his cruel vardatch, the blade tearing into the Erunsil's shoulder, pain and shock runing through the ghost's body. (9 hit points of damage) My blade is thirsty, White-Hair!
Jon lashes out in response, his cudgel careening off the Shadow-warrior's heavy armor, his comments lost in the crash of battle. Starhl responds quickly, his massive frame moving into the fray. With a mighty heave, his axe comes crashing down on the hobbled Shadow warrior's mohawk-framed head, splitting the skull and spewing brains. The orc drops in a crash of metal and flesh.
From the cave opening, two more orcs drop drown, their hobnailed boots crushing their drowning companions in the mud. A small stream of water rushes in through the opening in the cave ceiling, the deluge outside growing in intensity. Near the entrance, the stone groans as the packed soil slowly gives way to mud. A flash of lightning reveals a multitude of cruel, dark Shadow-warriors hovering near the entrance above, eager to drop into the cave and join in the bloodletting.
On the front lines, Brian aims a blow at the wounded orc's head only to have his fist glance from the heavily armored shoulder of the Shadow warrior. The Shadow-scourge smiles viciously, swinging his vardatch in a wide arc, catching Brian in the chest, slicing flesh and knocking the wind from the defender (7 points of damage).
Valurel, blood burning in his veins, leaps again at the hobbled orc. Claws rake and teeth gnash, but Valurel's wild attack is unable to find flesh, instead scraping on the warrior's metal armor. With a roar, the Blood Mother swings his cruel vardatch, the blade tearing into the Erunsil's shoulder, pain and shock runing through the ghost's body. (9 hit points of damage) My blade is thirsty, White-Hair!
Jon lashes out in response, his cudgel careening off the Shadow-warrior's heavy armor, his comments lost in the crash of battle. Starhl responds quickly, his massive frame moving into the fray. With a mighty heave, his axe comes crashing down on the hobbled Shadow warrior's mohawk-framed head, splitting the skull and spewing brains. The orc drops in a crash of metal and flesh.
From the cave opening, two more orcs drop drown, their hobnailed boots crushing their drowning companions in the mud. A small stream of water rushes in through the opening in the cave ceiling, the deluge outside growing in intensity. Near the entrance, the stone groans as the packed soil slowly gives way to mud. A flash of lightning reveals a multitude of cruel, dark Shadow-warriors hovering near the entrance above, eager to drop into the cave and join in the bloodletting.
