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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 777000" data-attributes="member: 2292">Friday, August 25th, 508 AF, continued Geoffrey, Halgo and Blarth rush into the room, Yip's screams echoing through their ears.  The swift-footed kobold is in trouble, his small frame bending unnaturally between the tangled mass of bones of the undead creature that grasps him.  Geoffrey stands forward, the holy symbol of St Cuthbert held high before him."Release him," he commands.  He can feel the power of St Cuthbert flowing through him, the holy energy reaching out to repell the undead creature.  It doesn't succeed.  The creature seems to scuttle from side to side, drawing short Yip's of pain from the entangled kobold, but doesn't flee.Blarth takes a much more direct approach to the problem of freeing Yip.  He raises his sword high and chargers, an incomprehensible roar of anger echoing throughout the chamber.  It connects with a blow that would drop any ordinary human, but seems to do little beyond shearing away a small section of bone on the creature.  Halgo alone chooses to ignore the undead beast, focusing his attention on the lizard creature and the strange holy symbold he's waving in the air.  The dwarf lets loose with a daze cantrip, refined and empowered with all the strength and skill his training has provided him.  The lizard creature's eyes glaze slightly, its lips slacken for but a second, but it seems to fight off the worst of the effects.  In retaliation, the Tamalruk mutters a series of words in his sillibant tongue and points at Geoffrey's holy symbol.  Dark energy pulses from the symbol, hairline cracks starting to form along its surface, but Geoffrey offers a silent prayer to St Cuthbert and throws off the effect by sheer force of will.  Tanaruk hisses angrily.THe bonetangle lurches closer to Blarth, trying to envelope the half-orc in its skeletal embrace.  Blarth's snarl of rage turns into one of surprise as the squat, wide creature shoots out a third arm to join the two weaving around him.  Sharp claws rake at his arms, but Blarth is simply two heavy and aggressive to be easily embraced.  He lashes out with his sword again, watching the small chips of bone and gristle fly where his sword strikes the body.  Throughout it all he can hear the small yips of pain from Yip as his limbs twist and break inside the bonetangles body.  There's a faintly electric tingle in the air as Geoffrey attempts to turn the bonetangle again, but once again this fails to stop the creature.   "Help Yip," Yip whimpers, a soft cry that barely seems to rise above the din of Tanaruk and Halgo's spellcasting.  Blarth and Geoffrey both lash out, chipping away with sword and mace, but the bonetangle is still standing after their assult.  The creature lurches sideways, and a sharp snap echoes accross the chamber.  "Yip's dead," Geoffrey yells to the others.  "I think that was his neck."</blockquote>

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