Shorrin growls in rage as the half-orc falls. He quickly steps over Tonk's body and let's fly a blast of acid. The acid makes the previous pile of ice look puny, and engulfs the four attackers. He shows the elf his shield, then ducks down at the last moment and smashes the creatures knee. "My threats are never idle!" He roars as his blow lands true, bloodying the elf. As Shorrin moves, the other dragonborn lashes out with his longsword that bounces off the plate armor. The icy dragonborn turns his sword at the last second and still scores a minor wound, bloodying Shorrin.
As the pale creatures strike out at him Dextyr ducks and steps around the creature. Not having much time to examine them, Dextyr is not sure what exactly these pale skinned humans are, but they would soon be dead. He begins singing a battle hymn, and as the magic of the words reaches Janus, he feels revitalized and his previous wounds seem less grievous than before. As the reaches the end of the hymn his voice raises and ends in a loud shout, which knocks the first pale skinned human back into the sunlight where it perishes instantly.
Murphy points at the prone figure of Trotaiale and shadows cast by Shorrin's massive frame begin crawling over her, like tiny ants swarming over a fresh meal. Smiling as he steps forward, Murphy stands over the halfling, her helpless frame lying unmoving on the soft grass just off the dirt path. With the chaos of battle all around him, Murphy finds things are strangely quiet, as if it's just the two of them in all the world. The clang of metal from Shorrin's ongoing battle with his foes, the arcane powers blasting forth from Janus and Dextyr, even Larinza's tactical commands all fade into background noise. Here, here was his first. Here was his prize, laid out before him and Murphy could feel that this was the time.
His blade poised before him, the human takes a deep breath before plunging it into her stomach. The bastard sword easily slides through the leather armour and soft tissue underneath. Murphy sees a soft glow about her as he twists the blade, causing a twitch in her figure. The assassin looks to the shadows cast by all the forms about him and nods, whispering
"Yes, you may feast" and suddenly the shadows turn from following the forms of the battle and turn their attentions to Trotaiale. They begin tearing and clawing at the prone form as Murphy's grin grows even wider, the shadows cause no physical damage to the halfling, but rather feed on the aura surrounding her. With her glow fading, Murphy focuses on his new blade and begins drawing the last bits of her energy into himself. With their hunger satiated, for now, the shadows return to their normal actions. Murphy feels renewed and turns his attention back to the action, the normal sounds of battle wash over him and the assassin looks for his next foe.
Larinza rushes forward into the frey taking up position over Tonks fallen body,
"Tonk, get up ya big lug. I can't keep pulling your hairy rear out of the fire." She then swings her glaive at the dragonborn giving an opening for Shorrin to circle around
Janus take another arrow like the man he is, screaming like a halfling he shuffles over towards Dextyr,
"Thanks for the respite, it looks like we are dealing with the undead. Die Vampire Spawn Die, again..." Janus quips as he lets fly with another spell.
"Yarps roloc" A single mote of ice issues forth from Janus's hand, flickers and then erupts into a brilliant spray, Cold light fills a large area and the temperature drops dramatically. The sudden change in air pressure causes ear drums to burst but the remaining vampire ignores it.
Tonk awakens, looking straight up at the nether regions of Larinza's armor.
"What? What is--?! Aaaaagh! I blind! I blind!"
The wizard retreats, while throwing lightening from his fingers. Tonk and Shorrin are struck with terrific electric shocks while Murphy dodges the blast headed towards him. Alefel leaves his longbow on the ground and draws a shortsword as he stands. Two slashes at Shorrin produce no results. The vampire spawn retreats further into the shade of the trees, moving close to Janus and Dextyr and missing the wizard with a swipe of its claws. Ackurno swings his longsword at Tonk, determined to draw blood. His sword strikes the prone half-orc and leaves him dying again. The dragon born shrugs off his sluggishness.
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Murphy AH6 37/37
Tonk AF8 dying, prone -2/24
Zheis AH18
Hausk unconscious 0hp
Trotaiale dead
Ackurno AG8
Alefel AG10 bloodied
Vampire V3
Janus U3 26/30 <-- you are up next
Shorrin AF9 bloodied 10/43
Larinza AE8 34/34
Dextyr W3 33/33
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Dice room
Tonk gets a saving throw on the dazed effect 1d20=1
Zheis move to AH 18 Dancing Lightning 1d20+7=9 vs. Larinza Ref 1d20+7=20 vs. Shorrin Ref 1d20+5=25 vs. Tonk Ref for 1d6+4=10
Ackurno Longword 1d20+10=29 vs. Tonk AC for 1d8+3=5 ,save vs. slow 1d20=15
Alefel stands up, drops longbow draws Shortsword 1d20+7=9 vs. Shorrin AC Elven accuracy 1d20+7=13
Vampire moves to V3, Claws 1d20+11=16 vs. Janus AC
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