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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 4035850" data-attributes="member: 11520">Round 8Initiative:Priest 20Radoon 19<s>Undead Singer 18</s>Anson 17H'Roosh 16Geoffrey 14<s>Devil 13</s>Gnurl 13Lich 13Marienna 10<s>Slaves 8</s>Mingo 6Mig 5Radoon attempts to strike the devil but only one swing connects and it does not seem to be able to penetrate the devil's bony exterior.Mig dances behind Anson, trying to distract the devil in front of her master. Anson swings his long sword two-handed at the foul beast, but misses both times.H'Roosh, eager to get back into the fight, leaps over the lightening bolt and moves quickly back atop the ice altar. He swings at the creature, but the slippery ice betrays him. The power of his swing spins him 'round and he falls on his arse on the ice. He feels a <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1483097/" target="_blank">bite (1d20+10=30)</a> on his leg as he unseen hound <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1483101/" target="_blank">chomps (2d6+4=9)</a> again. Tiring of the devil in front of him Geoffrey once again smacks the devil twice with his mace scoring hits both times. With that the devil crumples to the floor and fades out of existance. Gnurl immediately quaffs his Potion of Cure Serious Wounds.Seeing his situation has changed and looking sorely wounded the Lich changes tactics. "A curse on you all, especially you Serleon oh inconstant priest." He emphasizes this by pointing at the retreating cloud as it begins slipping around the crack of the roof hatch. "I call upon the might of Tyrroth and the magic of this altar to curse each of you! A blight on each of your lines for as long as my shade continues to walk this world in glorious unlife. A bane on your every action, a pox on your flesh. By Tyrroth your heads shall not rest easy as dreams of a thousand torments plague your sleep. I call upon all the fell creatures of earth, sea and sky to stalk you! The foulness of the death you deserve be upon you. My curse be upon you. I demand it! Tyrroth hear me, I demand it. Make good on your bargin and curse these pitiful fools!" With that he slams the dagger down into the ice between H'Roosh's legs, and making the agile monk slither back on the ice or lose his manhood. As the dagger strikes the ice the blade and the altar explode into icy shards. The last thing any of your remember is the piecing cold as the fragments of steel and ice slash into your bodies. Please roll a Fortitude, Will and Reflex save all DC 21 except H'Roosh who is at DC 25. OOC: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1483098/" target="_blank">Crit Check (1d20+10=24)</a></blockquote>

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