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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6373235" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>The recovered Trihna was already healing Alaria.</p><p></p><p>Fen cursed some elvish word under his breath and then began another incantation.</p><p> </p><p>Braddok, Haelan and Pyrnion prepared for the hobgoblins' charge only to be surprise when the front rank of four hobgoblins were consumed in an inferno as Fen’s <em>Wall of Fire</em> erupted across the chamber. The remaining goblinoids quickly stopped their charge and could only watch in concern as their vanguard writhed and fell within the blue and red flames. </p><p></p><p>The wall extended most of the length of the chamber, but the clever half-elf druid had placed in such a way to allow access to the passage they needed, from the companion’s side.</p><p></p><p>“Come on!” Fen shouted and made for the passage through which Dessarthal had made her exit. </p><p></p><p>The rest of the stunned adventurers followed suit. Braddok remained behind a moment until Alaria stood and caught the warrior’s eye.</p><p></p><p>“I’m alright. Go! We have to stop her.” she nodded and with Trihna, the two women began running across the chamber.</p><p></p><p>“What is she going to do?” Trihna said. “The equinox isn’t until tomorrow.”</p><p></p><p>“There is only a little more than a day until the day of the equinox will begin, at midnight. It is possible, albeit ahead of her presumed schedule, that she could conduct the raising ritual when the day begins instead of the night. If she can elude us long enough, it is conceivable she may succeed.” Alaria replied.</p><p></p><p>The companions, all in the passage that led down into the fiery heart of the mountain, presumably the whole island. Fen stood near the passage entrance, his outstretched arm maintaining the wall of magical fire, holding the hobgoblins at bay.</p><p></p><p>“So what’s the plan, now?” Fen said. Beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.</p><p></p><p>“We have to get Duor." Haelan said. “We can’t just leave him out there with all of the goblins!"</p><p></p><p>Braddok had counted a rough dozen hobgoblin soldiers. It was conceivable they could fight their way out, though everything in his being wanted to pursue the dragon.</p><p></p><p>“It may be our best option to do as Dessarthal suggested." Alaria said.</p><p></p><p>The questioning looks from her companions demanded an explanation. “Maybe we should ‘take it outside.' We can regroup with Duor, find somewhere to replenish our strength and attack again at our greatest power hours before she would be able to conduct the ritual."</p><p></p><p>The would-be heroes debated this for a moment.</p><p></p><p>“Whichever it is, decide quickly. I can’t maintain this indefinitely.” Fen piped up as his second arm was now raised to continue maintaining their fiery barrier. </p><p></p><p>With masks of stony resolve, the heroes made themselves ready. Haelan and Trihna began to invoke their respective goddesses, the chanting of Old Selurian creating an oddly resonating melody between the halfling and female human voices.</p><p></p><p>Braddok nodded to Fen and the druid dropped his arms. The fires almost immediately subsided, leaving nothing but a trail of blacked earth and a few flickering flames where it has been. </p><p></p><p>Braddok shouted out a war cry and charged forward. His sword, Kandu, bursting into sapphire blue flames as he did so.</p><p></p><p>Two arrows from Pyrnion sped to one of the front soldiers and lodged themselves in the hobgoblin’s neck and left breast.</p><p></p><p>A golden bough topped with a large pinecone and a glowing blue white-capped burst of water flew into the room knocking into the hobgoblin ranks from opposite directions. Haelan’s Spiritual Weapon struck three. Trihna’s washed over four, pummeling them with the strength of a large wave. The whole area seemed to fluctuate from an aroma of pine to salty sea air and back again, alternating summer breezes and the low rumbles of breaking waves, as the mystical weapons rose and dove, back and through the ranks, to rise and strike again. </p><p></p><p>Alaria let fly four shards of violet-blue energy, firing two each into two separate hobgoblins.</p><p></p><p>Braddok’s attacks were as exacting as they were furious, nearly taking down one hobgoblin with each swing. </p><p></p><p>Pyrnion sent arrows into two different magically wounded soldiers, sending them to whatever treacherous hell surely awaited the vile creatures....assuming they even had souls.</p><p></p><p>The spiritual weapons again flew about the assembled hobgoblins, and two more dropped the collective assault.</p><p></p><p>With only half of the creatures still standing and half of their number wounded, the hobgoblins broke ranks and fled back down the passage through which they’d arrived.</p><p></p><p>Braddok and Pyrnion were not about the allow their escape and rounded a bend in the passage to find one hobgoblin on its back, a small dart sticking out from between two of its eyes. A second fell in a flash of green fiery energy. </p><p></p><p>“‘Bout time, boyo!" Duor’s ever-pleasant voice sounded through the corridor as soon as the dwarf caught a glimpse of the blue tunic and black flacon of his warrior friend.</p><p></p><p>Pyrnion‘s arrows took out one and a swipe of Braddok‘s sword across the back of the last left the four remaining hobgoblins.</p><p></p><p>Duor tumbled around two others, deftly avoiding a wild swipe of a broad sword and a stabbing spear.</p><p></p><p>“You too, bird brain.” Duor said without a hint of thanks in his tone over his shoulder, obviously to Pyrnion. His return swipe with his ethereal dagger missed, but kept the hobgoblins backed off with its eerie magical smoky energy.</p><p></p><p>Two remaining hobgoblins blocked the passage, engaged in a fighting retreat as their companions simply made for the main cave entrance.</p><p></p><p>One of Pyrnion’s arrow volleys, shot from the air over the heads of the fighting defenders, managed to take out one of the fleeing before it rounded a corner.</p><p></p><p>Braddok took down the other two, Duor supplying an adequately threatening distraction, though not wanting to get in the way of the Grinlian swordsman and his great madly swinging blade.</p><p></p><p>The fighters stopped for a breath and a beat to make sure there would be no additional wve of reinforcements. Duor took the moment to inquire, casually.</p><p> </p><p>“Sooo...? How’d the plan work out?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6373235, member: 92511"] The recovered Trihna was already healing Alaria. Fen cursed some elvish word under his breath and then began another incantation. Braddok, Haelan and Pyrnion prepared for the hobgoblins' charge only to be surprise when the front rank of four hobgoblins were consumed in an inferno as Fen’s [I]Wall of Fire[/I] erupted across the chamber. The remaining goblinoids quickly stopped their charge and could only watch in concern as their vanguard writhed and fell within the blue and red flames. The wall extended most of the length of the chamber, but the clever half-elf druid had placed in such a way to allow access to the passage they needed, from the companion’s side. “Come on!” Fen shouted and made for the passage through which Dessarthal had made her exit. The rest of the stunned adventurers followed suit. Braddok remained behind a moment until Alaria stood and caught the warrior’s eye. “I’m alright. Go! We have to stop her.” she nodded and with Trihna, the two women began running across the chamber. “What is she going to do?” Trihna said. “The equinox isn’t until tomorrow.” “There is only a little more than a day until the day of the equinox will begin, at midnight. It is possible, albeit ahead of her presumed schedule, that she could conduct the raising ritual when the day begins instead of the night. If she can elude us long enough, it is conceivable she may succeed.” Alaria replied. The companions, all in the passage that led down into the fiery heart of the mountain, presumably the whole island. Fen stood near the passage entrance, his outstretched arm maintaining the wall of magical fire, holding the hobgoblins at bay. “So what’s the plan, now?” Fen said. Beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. “We have to get Duor." Haelan said. “We can’t just leave him out there with all of the goblins!" Braddok had counted a rough dozen hobgoblin soldiers. It was conceivable they could fight their way out, though everything in his being wanted to pursue the dragon. “It may be our best option to do as Dessarthal suggested." Alaria said. The questioning looks from her companions demanded an explanation. “Maybe we should ‘take it outside.' We can regroup with Duor, find somewhere to replenish our strength and attack again at our greatest power hours before she would be able to conduct the ritual." The would-be heroes debated this for a moment. “Whichever it is, decide quickly. I can’t maintain this indefinitely.” Fen piped up as his second arm was now raised to continue maintaining their fiery barrier. With masks of stony resolve, the heroes made themselves ready. Haelan and Trihna began to invoke their respective goddesses, the chanting of Old Selurian creating an oddly resonating melody between the halfling and female human voices. Braddok nodded to Fen and the druid dropped his arms. The fires almost immediately subsided, leaving nothing but a trail of blacked earth and a few flickering flames where it has been. Braddok shouted out a war cry and charged forward. His sword, Kandu, bursting into sapphire blue flames as he did so. Two arrows from Pyrnion sped to one of the front soldiers and lodged themselves in the hobgoblin’s neck and left breast. A golden bough topped with a large pinecone and a glowing blue white-capped burst of water flew into the room knocking into the hobgoblin ranks from opposite directions. Haelan’s Spiritual Weapon struck three. Trihna’s washed over four, pummeling them with the strength of a large wave. The whole area seemed to fluctuate from an aroma of pine to salty sea air and back again, alternating summer breezes and the low rumbles of breaking waves, as the mystical weapons rose and dove, back and through the ranks, to rise and strike again. Alaria let fly four shards of violet-blue energy, firing two each into two separate hobgoblins. Braddok’s attacks were as exacting as they were furious, nearly taking down one hobgoblin with each swing. Pyrnion sent arrows into two different magically wounded soldiers, sending them to whatever treacherous hell surely awaited the vile creatures....assuming they even had souls. The spiritual weapons again flew about the assembled hobgoblins, and two more dropped the collective assault. With only half of the creatures still standing and half of their number wounded, the hobgoblins broke ranks and fled back down the passage through which they’d arrived. Braddok and Pyrnion were not about the allow their escape and rounded a bend in the passage to find one hobgoblin on its back, a small dart sticking out from between two of its eyes. A second fell in a flash of green fiery energy. “‘Bout time, boyo!" Duor’s ever-pleasant voice sounded through the corridor as soon as the dwarf caught a glimpse of the blue tunic and black flacon of his warrior friend. Pyrnion‘s arrows took out one and a swipe of Braddok‘s sword across the back of the last left the four remaining hobgoblins. Duor tumbled around two others, deftly avoiding a wild swipe of a broad sword and a stabbing spear. “You too, bird brain.” Duor said without a hint of thanks in his tone over his shoulder, obviously to Pyrnion. His return swipe with his ethereal dagger missed, but kept the hobgoblins backed off with its eerie magical smoky energy. Two remaining hobgoblins blocked the passage, engaged in a fighting retreat as their companions simply made for the main cave entrance. One of Pyrnion’s arrow volleys, shot from the air over the heads of the fighting defenders, managed to take out one of the fleeing before it rounded a corner. Braddok took down the other two, Duor supplying an adequately threatening distraction, though not wanting to get in the way of the Grinlian swordsman and his great madly swinging blade. The fighters stopped for a breath and a beat to make sure there would be no additional wve of reinforcements. Duor took the moment to inquire, casually. “Sooo...? How’d the plan work out?” [/QUOTE]
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