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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1893880" data-attributes="member: 312">ROUND 4Initative:Kyron: 18P.C. 17Julian: 16Bad guys: 16Kiera: 13Tristan: 11Baja: 11"More winged beasts coming in from the east. Get Xerxes on his feet now." Her voice is strong and stern, a mother hoping to ward her children from danger; then it shifts to a quiet mantra regarding the morning sun...Kyron glances down at the sword impaling his chest in shocked surprise, the positive energy that composes his being leaking out and dispersing. His eyes harden and he raises them to the asherake before him."So be it."Kyron gestures with one arm to the blade that was harrying the now dead serpent. With a snap he directs his blade to attack the asherake.Kyron once again intones his war chant calling into being another blazing sword of light. With a gesture it flies at the Asherake to join its twins in combat with the fell being.The blazing blades of pure energy strike with lethal coordination. The first drives deeply into the asherake’s back, piercing a lung and causing a fount of blood to spurt from the creature’s nose.  Jerking reflexively, the creature’s back arches, which leaves his midsection exposed; the second blade draws a long red arc that is quickly adorned with entrails.  To his credit, it is not until now that the asherake screams, but he does so only shortly.  The last of Kyron’s conjured blade’s drives upward though the bottom of the jaw, piercing the asherake’s brain and snapping his mouth shut with a sickening crack.Just as the asherake tumbles to the ground in a blood and gore-spattered heap, P.C.’s spell culimantes with the lighting and subsequent snuffing of the candle. The spooling smoke coalesces into the massive form of a crimson red scorpion. The creature is large – easily as big as Kyron or Tristan – and is covered with barbed and serrated plates that exude the smell of ash and brimstone. Its wicked claws are serrated and the poison-dripping, barbed tail would make some fiends green with envy. The creature’s small eyes look more like a row of small blazing fires than ocular organs and the twitching mouthparts, draining acrid saliva, spasm in hunger and anticipation.The frey leaps atop the creature and directs it to sting the asherake (as he puts it, “for good measure”) and then guards the luminous. “Quick, heal yourself!” the frey tells Kyron, “we’ll cover ya”… At that moment, one of the flying serpents zips by and sprays the unsuspecting frey with acid, who promptly howls as his fur is singed. The ebony mouth-tentacles snap at the dead flesh of the asherake, heedless of the pain (or lack thereof) which they cause.Finishing pouring the potion down the recipient’s mouth, Julian yells, “If you got a healing potion my half-orc friend, see if you can get it to our companion. I'll guard us as best as I can.” Saying so he takes a position as best as he can on the precarious rock face to guard against being attacked from the flying enemies...The monk has just gotten his feet under him when suddenly something slams into him with enough force to blast the air from his lungs and crack several ribs. For the span of three heartbeats, the form of an asherake with a large, double-headed hammer streaks past Julian and then winks back into oblivion. Only its mocking, growling laugh is left in its wake.…As Kiera’s mantra continues she raises her shield invoking the blazing sun of Pelor upon it, creating a thin shaft of light which leaps into the sky and bursts into the radiance of a rising sun. As the sun rises, Kiera also has the breath knocked out from her as three more ebon arrows hammer into her back; she spins just in time to see her now familiar asherake enemy wink out of sight.  The light from her sunlight spell fades; yet another mini sun sets in the frigid Arena sky this night. The asherake seem less phased by the spell this time, shrugging off the blazing effects with minimal effort and results. Two swoop down towards Kiera, each grabbing her by an arm – they lift her up into the sky, roaring with success at so easily snagging their quarry.A small, metallic disk lands on the stone to Tristan’s right. He takes little notice of it, until it erupts into electrical energy that crackles and leaps onto his very person!  White hot fire races up and down his person and he can smell his own flesh cook as well as his own hair crisp.Tristan grits his teeth through the pain and spares little time for the fallen serpent. These things might be much more intelligent than they would seem, and they might radiate evil, but they seemed to have the same aversion to sharp steel that many such creatures shared. He pivots swiftly for one encased in so much metal and brings his shield up to ward off any more acid even as his blade swings again and again at the second serpent. The blade arcs left and then right, throwing blood into the night sky in both directions.The serpent falls to the ground, writhing, in three separate pieces."nggghhh..." Xerxes moans.Baja manages to free himself from his severed half of the gaunt glider (which still holds the macrabe remains of poor Yarish) which plummets into the darkness below like an anchor. He pulls himself up with his right hand, using the psion’s sticky goo as a rope while fishing out a healing potion with his left. By the time he has inched up to the top of the rock, he realizes three things; first, for every inch he gains on the rock outcropping, Xerxes slides further towards oblivion; second, he and Xerxes are still firmly attached by the psionic goo – if Xerxes falls, Baja will very likely follow; third, there ain’t a whole lot of room on this little nub of rock that he is lying on, what with Julian dancing around fighting with thin air!------------------------------------------------OOC:Julian: [spoiler]12 points of damage[/spoiler]Tristan: [spoiler]electrical damage:18[/spoiler]Xerxes: [spoiler]down to -4[/spoiler]Baja: [spoiler]please see the OOC thread <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />[/spoiler]Kiera: [spoiler]magical damage: 3d4+1: (4 + 4 + 3)  + 1 = 12;Spellcraft check: 1d20+4: (8)  + 4 = 12  - it might be a ring or an amulet type effectP.C. is down 6 more pointsYou can read the spoilers immediately above this one[/spoiler]</blockquote>

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