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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 655501" data-attributes="member: 227">The last vestiges of the darkness slowly unwrapped themselves from Sebastion's soul, the muttered words of the healer lost to his shock, but the soothing tone guiding him back. He rose with a start to his feet, realisation suddenly striking him that his backside was not the place to be spending his second chance, and as his viewpoint receded from the floor, the source of his problems hove into view: Cancer. The smug, irritating mage strutted about, apparently out of reach, above the fallen woodwork, but Sebastion had weapons beyond the reach of his sword, and slipping a hand over his shoulder, he grasped the handle of one of his throwing axes and hurled it through the air towards that obnoxious grin.* * *What was that? Are you okay? Are you okay? Burl could barely hear Spike, but it was Spike and that meant he was still alive and kicking. Shaking the cobwebs from his mind and overcoming the pain he answered his companion, Yes Spike, I’m still here. Taking stock of his body, he couldn’t find any blood, but still the pain remained. Again he heard Spike, You got to do something about that guy or get out of here. My vote is for leaving. But Burl wasn't a coward. He couldn’t leave his friends behind, not when victory looked so close. Stretching his body to his full height, yet still with knees shaking, Burl began the manipulations to a spell while speaking clearly the words.* * *Melisande could hardly take the time to ponder what power she now had in her hands with the Fire-Serpent summoned to do her whim. She pocketed the wand like a hot potato and turned her outraged blue glare on the mage Cancer. He could not be taking in pleasure in this. Yet an insane rictus twisted his face as he surveyed the scene of his defeat--or did he have something else up his villainous sleeve? The answer to that question exceeded the scope of even Melisande's curiosity. Expertly now, though she could feel an emptiness growing in her mind where the magic had been, she raised her hands in another arcane gesture.* * *Once again Burl invoked his magics, this time in the form of ice crystallising in his hand in the form of a long, sharp dagger of cold. It launched out at the wizard up on his overlooking perch, striking true and biting into the flesh of the spellslinger who howled in pain as a great patch of frost crawled across his skin from the grievous wound. Kale, desperately trying to bring the table round to take the strikes aimed at him, lashed out with the brine blade at the sight of an opening in the muscle-beast's defences; the blade slipped into the noisome, skinless flesh, the acid barely raising a blister but the sharp edges of the weapon brutally damaging the beast's innards as it sliced into its chest; with a foul death-gargle the whispering mouths finally fell quiet and the monster collapsed, quickly discorporating into foul smoke which rapidly dispersed. Cancer, seeing his summoned creature disappear and feeling the chill bite of Burl's spell still, wove his hands in eldritch patterns to send a thin blue beam lancing out at Kale; fortunately for the rogue, the pained wizard's aim was off and it simply scored a line of frost across the floor next to him before petering out. Somewhere out in the darkness there was a giggling whimper as the flying monstrosity that he had earlier conjured simply evaoprated into thin air. Then, once again, sapphire light pulsed from Melisande's fingers, this time hurtling towards Cancer to impact into his chest and send him staggering. He screamed in rage rather than pain, spitting and yelling curses and threats while preparing to cast more magic. As the others either milled confusedly or, in the case of Wyshira, looked for alternate routes up to the higher chamber, Sebastion finished the matter with his throwing axe, the finely balanced weapon scything through the air to bury itself in the belly of the wizard. Blood flowing freely from his wounds, he finally toppled from the doorway to hit the ground below with a thud. Apart from the mercenaries, nothing else remained alive in the chamber.</blockquote>

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