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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nephtys" data-source="post: 3884669" data-attributes="member: 31780">Initiative:Big 23 Ysande 16 William 16 Enemies: 14Mystic 14 Aeryk 13 Kaj 10Canthan 8 Even as the first wave of the bloodthirsty insects hit the party Mystic strikes back swiftly and ruthlessly. A field of black tentacles spring up around him, grasping and pummelling allies and enemies alike. Dozens of stirges are swatted out of the air while others are crushed against their victims, their bloated bodies popping like balloons all at once spray-painting the corridor with blood. A few lucky ones remain, either dying in a tentacles grasp or dodging frantically, while some half-broken pests still remain attached to their victims, their murderous instincts compelling them to draw blood to the very end. Even so, Mystic can allow himself a moments satisfaction even as his own tentacles turn against him too, crushing him slowly in their grasp. (-7 hp)With a disgusted fury Aeryk stabs his dagger into the creature violating his face and cuts it in half, sending a gush of blood back into his mouth as a couple of tentacles grabs ahold of him and bashes him repeatedly against the ceiling, but doing little real damage. (-5 hp) Kaj throws himself backwards from his crouching position in what looks more like a dying man's convulsion than a calculated move. His back hits the floor hard, cracking his skull but crushing some of the Stirges covering him beneath 300 pounds of maddened half-demon. Bellowing in rage he draws heavily on the heritage of what remains of his blood and unleashes a filthy grey wave of demonic energy into the chasm before him, letting the edges of the foul spell envelop himself.  The Blight is devastating to the vermin, withering some of them down into empty husks while others simply melt. Even those not killed outright are horribly wounded, covered in blisters or with parts of their flesh shattered. Scores of them plummet wingless down into the chasm, and Kaj is covered with a flood of his own blood as the stirges on him burst like overripe fruit. Breathing heavily, overcome by blood-loss and the affliction of this place he barely manages to roll out of the tentacles reach.Unconcerned as the tentacles grab him by the waist with abnormal strength (-8hp) Canthan musters his will and conjures up ten pairs of what appears to be flying disembodied human jaws. Passing untouched trough the chaotic mess of tentacles they reach their targets and begin to feast. A faint impression of taste reach Canthan as one by one the unengaged stirges are torn apart and devoured.The tentacles around Big crush four of the stirges on his body and while the distraction causes him to miss his first attack the second try smashes the last insect into a pulp. Tearing the tentacles off himself he takes a step towards Canthan.Ysande, carried aloft by Mystic's spell finds herself prevented from any act of altruism. Being strangled (-7 hp) and with her fine dress stained by the juices of a crushed insect she stabs into the other stirge with her dagger wounding but not killing it. William side-steps the tentacles as they rip away two of his stirges. In a holy rage he sends a wave of divine power into the two still drinking his blood, withering their frail bodies into blood-soaked dust.--Stirge-summary:Remaining bloodsucking stirges from last round:Mystic: 1Ysande: 1Non-grappled stirges within the area of the tentacles: 0Grappled striges within the area of the tentacles: 9Stirges in the chasm: ?, but not very many.Dead stirges: ?, quite a few.The stirges round coming up...The noice of the stirges dying is deafening in contrast to the silence that reigned before, a buzzing like the death-throes of a million flies. The cries, exclamations and spellcastings of their prey, the throbbing and rustling of the tentacles, even Canthan's biting jaws all send their echoes down the stark and empty passages around you. They die for nothing, but they leave you weakened.When two of the stirges have drunk their fill of Ysande and Mystic (-1 Con Ysande. -2 Con Mystic) they detatch themselves and fly away, and no new stirges take their place. Even mindless they can still know the instinctual fear of self-preservation, and though the scent of blood drives them onwards they will not pass into the reach of those foul alien tentacles that fill the corridor ahead. Most of them are dead, but a handful, perhaps a bare dozen await you in the air inside the chasm.</blockquote>

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