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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 650510" data-attributes="member: 227">The three bolts of magical pain seemed somehow appropriate as Ebri reached for her three shuriken. For although conflict was necessary in this case, it was a truth that aggression on one's part was more often the cause of one's own suffering, regardless of what suffering one inflicted upon the enemy. She was certain that, should she ever be worthy of enlightenment, she would instantly become aware of the union of all things, that the boundaries between individuals and things would be shown to be non-existant.However, as she struggled toward release from the world's illusion, she had to further the cause of her order. This only made sense. Else, the teachings and the Purpose might be extinguished from the world, while, if all its servants worked to further it regardless of their own wishes and efforts... Even should I fall in the attempt, the Purpose will eventually be understood and achieved."Your pride will not serve you." she informed the true mage calmly, and followed her shuriken with her fists.* * *Finally, Mel was met with satisfaction as her efforts are rewarded with a painfully visible set of dents in the carapace of evil. Slavers--murderers--worshippers of evil gods, beware! Not to mention anyone who touches one hair on the heads of Mel's new friends.Although she was near to panic on the surface, a peaceful glow seemed to suffuse her inside. Nitwit or not, right now she was doing something good, something right, and even if it spelled her doom the act would stand even as she fell. She felt it inside her, the warm glow, like a golden Mel-shaped statue that would remain with its hands raised in righteous spellcasting even if she lay crumpled in a pool of blue blood at its feet. The more the battle raged the more she glowed. She had never felt a purpose quite this defined. It was comforting, especially with two frantic toad brains screaming in her mind to bury herself in mud until they all went away.* * *The chaos of battle whirrled about Kale and his foe, the mercenary able to pull Kaelos off his feet, but too slow to capitalize on his vulnerable position. Making his way deftly to his feet, the swordsman burned with rage as Kale looked on. The scrape of blade on chain punctuated an already desperate battle, as sounds still came from up above, Wolf still lay on the ground, and the lizard things continued their merciless pounding.Balanced on the balls of his feet, Kale felt cool pins and needles, even above the searing skin-burns. The situation was desperate; something drastic would have to turn the tide of the battle.Singed hands gripped tightly about his weapons, Kale was frustrated as he planned his retreat... again. Anxiety welled up as he dodged yet another expert strike. About the room, all his companions were bloodied. This task was too much for Wolf, too much for Kale... and the entire team was just steps from folding and being overrun.Swallowing his pride, the young mercenary knew what he had to do. Ultimately, the team's fate would rest in the hands of the one Kale trusted the least. Wheeling about and rolling over a short crate, Kale slipped out of engagement with Kaelos, running as he could to where the rest of his bloody crew made their stand. Dropping his flail in favor of a carefully wrapped item, he slid himself between Cord and Sebastion, forming what defensive wall he could.His attention, however, was not on the two hulking reptiles. His eyes were on one death mage- Burl, the naive and hunted man whose inquiries into the dark arts put Kale on guard. Burl, of unknown fate, and of innocent or ignorant association with something much bigger than those bleeding in the cave. Burl the dark. Burl the hunted. Burl, their only hope.The mage had risked his life for theirs before... that was the only consolation to Kale as he extended in his blistered hand the one thing that would make the necromancer so much more powerful than any of his companions."Line 'em up and take 'em out," Kale barked in a tone that reserved any questions the mage might have, for later. Placing the Wolf Master's Lightning Wand in Burl's right hand, Kale turned to fend off his deadly enemies. Looking at the wand, it took Burl only a moment to realize that the he had been handed the wand that had been removed from the leader of the werewolf faction, a wand that had spewed out lightning bolts.Burl knew how to operate wands, but he was unsure as to what effect he would have having never operated this one. Not only that, but he was unfamiliar with the magic that was contained within. He did know that lightning did usually follow a straight line and could jump from one target to another, but sometimes it also struck and moved from the target to the next closest target. Using this weapon in close combat could be dangerous, but since Kale had given it to him and told him to use it, then he must feel it was safe to do so.Burl looked over the situation in front of him. Moving a bit to his right he tried to line up the wand so as to possibly strike both dragonkin. From this position, he thought that he might be able to do so without endangering Sebastion or Cord, that is if the bolt traveled in a straight line.Burl levelled the wand at his target; the two hulking dragonkin. The spell trigger activated, the entire wand pulsing into bright blue luminescence as inside it eldritch powers converged and magnified.With a clap of thunder an arc of lightning lashed out to scourge and crackle over the foe for a fraction of a moment, leaving its outline etched into everyones vision. The reptilian warriors had fast reflexes for their size but werent' fast enough; caught off-guard by the magical strike, they suffered badly. One of the burly creatures toppled, a smoking carcass badly burned by the electricity, collapsing into a blackened and smoking heap. The other screamed in pain and rage at the burns across its skin, juddering and frothing as the last vestiges of energy crackled visibly across its skin.Within his chamber, Cancer flinched at the sound of the lightning blast, most of the outside room hidden from his view. He sneered at Ebri's words, spitting at her. "You think you can take me, wench?" He followed his question with a slightly hysterical cackle as more arcane syllables spilled from his mouth, and fiery energy coalesced from mid-air to form around one of his hands in a great claw of flame that flickered and crackled greedily, slashing at the monk with the fiery appendage. Ebri easily dodged the swipe but could feel from its proximity the great heat it was emitting; if she was struck by it the incandescent claw would burn her badly indeed.Blue energy flew from the hands of Melisande once again, slamming into the still-reeling warrior recovering from Burl's lightning bolt. It staggered as the bolts tore gory craters out of its flank, but the bloodied and burned beast still refused to topple where any normal man would have been long dead.Instead it went berserk.It's roars of pain turned into roars of anger as blood began to trickle from its mouth, stubbornly refusing to flee or die and instead hamemring at the nearest enemy it could see with its heavy mace, hitting Sebastion with a crunch and dropping the warrior with a spray of gore as his chest caved in. Screaming in berserk fury it stepped over the body and moved to hack down Cord; but the battered monk managed to dodge aside, pushing the swipe away from him as the dragonkin staggered from the impetus of its own assault.Wolf poured the healing potion down his own throat; strangely it seemed to elicit new groans of agony but he managed to get himself to his feet and numbly pick up his sword from nearby.Ebri struck out with a blow designed to stun her opponent for a moment, but as she punched at the mage he managed to dodge aside without much effort from the strike, her own attacks hampered by this opponents fiery fearsome claw which she couldn't afford to touch.Kaelos came charging over to fight alongside the towering dragonkin, furiously hacking at Cord, by again the elderly monk managed to step aside from the new assault without too much effort. In response the monk was unable to get in a good strike, forced onto the defensive by both enemies.Then Wyshira wove her magic and moisture in the air around her crystallised into solid form,. sent slashing through the air like tiny knives by the divine magic; the dragonkin staggered under this new barrage, tottered, and fell for good with dozens of small slashes torn into it. Kaelos managed to avoid the worst of the knife spray but was injured too, and looked to be near the end of his fighting capabilities.</blockquote>

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