Sool only waved his fingers, destroying a skeleton that seemed to appear out of the fog to slice Whisper in twain with a ball of mystical fire. Unfortunately, the spell distracted the mage, allowing his own foe to take a powerful bite out of his arm.
Sool gasped and gripped the wound before stepping backwards after the masked changeling. “Fine, we run. I need to get to a clear area and banish this unholy fog….”
The two charged ahead into the fog until they found the Captain. He was at the Wheel of Wind and Water, hands clenched, trying to guide the ship. “Sool, I can’t see a damn thing! Get us some clear air!”
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The two monsters assaulting Johan swung wildly and missed, one of them losing its arm in a rather ridiculous way that would be humorous on some children’s cartoon but was quite horrifying in reality. Just as they did, the door behind the group opened revealing Midian who was quite taken aback by the sight of his wounded friend and two more of the undead.
[sblock]Midian goes after Johan this round[/sblock]
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Boromar heard a grunt in the fog even as he found the doorway leading down. He could clearly hear some sort of feral howling over to his left and the screams and curses of Vhir. In the fog he could barely make out the shape of Vhir wrestling with whoever or whatever it was….
[sblock]Boromar can charge into battle this round acting before Vhir AND the skeleton if he so chooses.[/sblock]
(Did I miss anybody?)