ROUND 6
Initative:
Kyron, Xerxes: 18
P.C. 17
Julian, Bad guys: 16
Kiera: 13
Tristan, Baja: 11
"What the..." the Xeph says as he chokes back to life. The look on Baja's face more than tells the Xeph everything he needs to know. Quickly, Xerxes looks around the battlefield and notices the dangerous situation that Julian, Baja and he are in. Uttering strange tonal sounds, the Xeph's eyes begin to glow a bright teal as psychic energy coalesces around him. The energy fires forth into Julian, lifting him off of the ground and placing him gently on the top, where more level and safer ground can be found.
"Have at thee!"
Kyron smites the spawn of darkness with his spiked gauntlet in a state of elation as he is filled with divine power while the swords of light continue their brutal, holy assault. Fists fly and his glowing blades carve into the creature like a plump duck before a feast. The asherake standing before the luminous, its weapon raised and poised to strike, never has the chance to let the blow fall. He collapses in a mangled, bloody heap at Kyron’s feat.
P.C. hisses at the flying serpent and then bangs the massive scorpion beneath him upon its head. The frey hisses something to the creature in Abyssal that is lost in the chaos of battle and the creature immediately attacks the flying snake. It misses with its first massive claw but hits with the second, snipping the thing in two. The scorpion reacts instinctively, driving its stinger home into what is left of the body of the creature and then quickly begins consuming it.
The frey’s sharp eyes catch sight of the asherake bearing down on Kiera, however, and magical energy crackles along the length of his forearm stub. Suddenly, the stub explodes into its whirling display or metal and magic and instantly, a wand sits in place of the hook; a wand which P.C. then levels at the descending asherake.
The asherake who dropped Kiera only moments ago lands beside her broken and battered form – he chuckles evilly and bares a mouth full of silver-plated teeth. “And now, you DIE!” he growls, his words thick and heavily accented, barely understandable. With that, he plunges his blade into and out of the back of the beautiful woman…
…the fall took a great toll upon Kiera's body, and the she landed face down; as soon as breath returned to her, she instantly began intoning a fluid prayer. Kiera never noticed the asherake land, so intent was her prayer; she never felt the blade rip through her armor and tear into her back and sever the kidney in twain, but she did feel the blast of breath as it exited her lungs, driven outward and upward by the savage force of the asherake’s blow...
It is at that moment that a dull ‘THWUMP’ discharges from the wand at the end of P.C.’s arm and the area around the asherake over Kiera shudders as if struck by an invisible giant. The bat-winged humanoid freezes in place, a stupid leer directed at the prone form of Kiera plastered all over its features.
Suddenly, the asherake with the hole in its breastplate appears a good distance to the north of Kyron and P.C. as he completes a spell. The two companions brace themselves for the firestorm of magical destruction that they know is coming, but instead, all that happens is a loud crack, like the sound of ice breaking on a cold winter’s day. The asherake flashes a foul, crooked grin and then swoops down past the level of the spire and is seen no more.
The hammer-wielding asherake, still stunned, unknowingly makes a critical blunder and flaps too close to the now-raging Baja…
It would seem, however, that Pelor is very much with his beloved daughter, for her last mortal breath, blasted from her lungs by the killing blow, carries upon it the words of completion for Kiera’s spell. As the words exit her lips, trailed by a gurgling scream, motes of golden light flare around her; swirling outward and upward until she is entirely aglow. The holy light slowly fades into her body and in its wake the cuts, burns, and wounds are purged from her body.
A bit taken aback by now one moment being engaged guarding his friends, and the next surrounded by an energy and then lifted to the top of the crag to better footing, Julian takes a moment to get his bearing then moves to engage an enemy within his reach. As fate would have it, Julian looks to the right first and immediately spots Tristan, blood flowing freely from multiple wounds, just to the south and west of his location. The knight seems to be in dire shape and the monk immediately moves to aid him.
Sprinting around the asherake, Julian moves to flank with Tristan and then unleashes a savage attack with his greatsword. The massive blade bites deep and passes through the asherake’s left leg, nearly severing it off completely just below the pubic bone. The bat-winged creature roars in pain as its own lifeblood begins gushing out in a red torrent. So intent upon staunching the flow of its own blood, in fact, the creature drops his bloodied blade and clamps both hands on his leg, trying to hold it fast and stop the blood at once. Massive bat wings beat the dry, cold air furiously – it is apparent that this particular creature has lost the desire to do battle this night and he begins to fly quickly to the east.
But not quickly enough…
Tristan clenches his teeth and tries to ignore the burning pain running through his body. His eyesight blurs in front of him and he is all too aware of his own lifeblood flowing over his body. Still, he tightens his grip on his blade and swings it with all his remaining strength at the enemy hovering in front of him.
Once, twice, three times the knight swings at his retreating enemy and each time he is rewarded with a solid, meaty ‘THUNK’. Blood and body parts are flung wide across the spire-top and when the knight returns to his defensive stance the asherake lies at his feet…
…more or less.
Howling in pain, eyes that would've glowed red if they could, spittle launched on foul breath winds, Baja whirls to where he saw the lion-man. His peripheral vision wasn't the best, but he was pretty sure of where the thing had launched its searing pain giving missiles. In mid-whirl, he brought his club to bear and using the momentum, aimed a slam where he guessed his target should be.
His original target gone, Baja’s swing continues its arc and connects solidly with the head of the stunned hammer-wielding asherake. The creature never gets a chance to consider its fate, because its head explodes, spraying brain, bone, and blood all over the rocks on the side of the spire.
Its headless body plummets into the darkness like a stone.
OOC:
Combat has ended
- Spire Fight Map - End of Round 6
- You no longer see the wand-wielding asherake with the burnt breastplate.
- You have only one living enemy and he appears frozen (Spellcraft checks (DC 11) will reveal he has been held)
- Spot checks reveal no other enemies
- There are several of your number who are wounded
- Please see the OOC thread and reply
Ferrix: [sblock]You JUST made your Concentration check! If you would have been any farther apart in INT, I think we’d have been casting some raise dead or resurrection spells!
Please lessen your gained hps by 7, as a result of the damage from the blade.[/sblock]
Ferrtguy: [sblock]Erp! I just went back and looked over your later posted actions and saw you wanted to attack the snake instead. I did not know and randomly determined – let me know if you want me to go back and change things, but honestly, with your rolls I think it worked out better this way (Tristan really needed the help, methinks…)[/sblock]
Xerxes: [sblock]As you manifest your powers this round, something happens. A string of long repressed memories erupt from your mind. It is almost as if a preset mental trigger had somehow been placed deep in your mind and something that just happened to you (you are uncertain of what, exactly) tripped the trigger. Nevertheless, the memories you have are as follows – they come in a quick, jerky, dream-like sequence; you feel strongly that they are meant to be interpreted as steps in a sequence.
- You see a port city surrounded by red desert sands
- You see a tavern sign: a sad looking dwarf sitting in a cookpot over a blazing fire - The Boiled Dwarf
- You see this fellow.
- You see a symbol, drawn in the red sand.
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