Round 1
With a yelp Javi ducks into the corridor peering out anxiously.
Anaerion takes careful aim and sends an arrow thumping into the central Plague Walker, shards of bone and diseased flesh fly, but the arrows sharp tip is clearly not ideal against his skeletal foe.
The Plague Walkers move forward briskly shrugging off their ragged robes to reveal rusted filth coated swords and shields. Deep inside their eye sockets a malevolent green light flares, and their skulls are covered in cancerous tendrils of pulsing flesh!
Ciperel holds his hand up in the air, saying
"Heavens shield me." Another miniature constellation spins out of the birthmark on his hand, then swirls about the young man, the pinpoints of light melting away into his form offering him
protection from evil.
Skendra calls forth a
flaming sphere and sends it rolling into the central skeleton which screams as the flames sear at it. The tendrils of flesh wither and blacken and bones splinter in the heat sending it tumbling to the floor into a motionless heap.
Lionel does something. [sblock=padreigh]Don't seem to have an action, though I do miss things with alarming regularity...[/sblock]
Leopold readies his weapon and calls upon the divine power of Torma to send forth a holy radiance that tears at the unholy fabric of the undead. [sblock=HolyMan]Rolls please[/sblock]
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Code:
Anaerion 28
Plague Walkers 27
Ciperel 20
Skendra 14
Lionel 7
Leopold 2
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