Kulan: Knightfall's Heroes of Carnell Game [IC]

Wieland picks us his light crossbow and reloads it. Up the slope, Henry continues to do the same with the heavy crossbow.

Ailward swings the silvered bastard sword again and says prayer to all the North Gods. The blade catches the Confessor of Malotoch in the chest and the man's eyes go wide with disbelief.

"No, not the boy," Crisenth says in shock. Then he collapses to the cave floor.

Ailward can barely believe it. Sir Ghal raises his blade in triumph and yells a war cry. The old dwarf sighs in relief.

 

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"I'm getting to old for this crap," Thorvid says. He looks at Sir Ghal. "Lad, I'm going to stand here for a bit and catch my breath. Young Ailward and I will make sure this bastard isn't playing possum. You should go help them," he motions to Angus, Maur, and Quinn.

Meanwhile, Bothild moves to the fallen ranger next to Henry and begins searching the fallen man for potions. She is surprised to find one on him. "Elle! I found one!" She yells.

"Good, now drink it!" The halfling Gala yells back. "I've found two more here! Angus! I found some more potions for you! Hang on!"

Sir Ghal nods to the elder dwarf. He moves down and across the slope to help box in the ghast lord. While he ends up standing in the depression, he is soon standing right next to Angus.

"We have you, Tarrak! The Confessor has fallen! There is no escape!"

"You think I want to escape!" Tarrak laughs. "You have nothing, knight! I will show you real fear and pain!"

Scarborax moves up the slope to stand next to Phar. "I will get you closer, wizard," the Stump Sorcerer says. "I will transpose you with that paralyzed soldier. It will move him away from danger and you should be able to protect the others with the staff. Prepare yourself." He yells to Tristan. "Human, I will do for you what I did for Wieland! Do not resist my magic!"

The chromithian sorcerer incants his spell and Phar and Tristan switch places in the cave. Phar find himself standing over the dead bard with Elle standing in front of him. She is holding two cure potions in her hands. Tristan is soon standing frozen in fear next to Scarborax.

"I will watch over you until the fear passes," the Stump Sorcerer says soothingly to the soldier.

OOC:
Thorvid doesn't act this round. Bothild finds a cure potion on Benedict (male ranger). Elle finds two cure potions on Eleanor (female bard). Sir Ghal double moves across the cave.

Scarborax casts Benign Transposition, again. He transposes Phar and Tristan.
 

"Sir Ghal, move others away! This one is planning something! Prepare for the dead to raise. Get everyone away! Angus, now would be time to unleash everything you have! Stop playing defense!"

Moradins champion is risking much by staying at the edge and with the spell soon to fail he keeps low to the ground. But giving combat orders...that he can do.

OOC: TellerianHawke, I know you're playing it better tactically...but we have Tarrak and hitting more is preventing him from unleasing more spells. I'm afraid of some kind of rejuvenation or death explosion especially if he will simply enter the next corpse. We could use someone sundering/stealing the phylactery on his and Phre's foreheads...but I don't think Maur knows about them (he was far away when someone commented on it)
 

Angus suddenly gets an inspired look on his face, and then begins to laugh at Tarrak. He steps in close to the Ghast Lord, easily blocking his clumsy opportunity slash, as he brings Azurak to bear. It looks as if he taps Tarrak on the forehead, but the blow is much heavier than it would appear to the casual observer. Angus strikes the phylactery embedded in Tarrak's head, in an attempt to crush it.

Angus sneers, "Thaese es yer coom-uppance, ye wee little scrub! Ye're not aes aendesctructable aes ye thank ye err."

"This is your come-uppance, you wee little scrub! You're not as indesctructable as you think you are."

OOC:
Angus hits AC 26, for 21 pts. of sundering damage to Tarrak's phylactery.


Angus' aim is true, and the power of his blow is just enough to destroy the phylactery! The gem-like tube explodes in a flash of eerie blue light, scattering a fine, blue dust everywhere on the ground around the Ghast Lord.
 

Tellerian Hawke said:
Angus suddenly gets an inspired look on his face, and then begins to laugh at Tarrak. He steps in close to the Ghast Lord, easily blocking his clumsy opportunity slash, as he brings Azurak to bear. It looks as if he taps Tarrak on the forehead, but the blow is much heavier than it would appear to the casual observer. Angus strikes the phylactery embedded in Tarrak's head, in an attempt to crush it.

Angus sneers, "Thaese es yer coom-uppance, ye wee little scrub! Ye're not aes aendesctructable aes ye thank ye err."

"This is your come-uppance, you wee little scrub! You're not as indesctructable as you think you are."

OOC:
Angus hits AC 26, for 21 pts. of sundering damage to Tarrak's phylactery.


Angus' aim is true, and the power of his blow is just enough to destroy the phylactery! The gem-like tube explodes in a flash of eerie blue light, scattering a fine, blue dust everywhere on the ground around the Ghast Lord.
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The miniscule gem-encrusted box of blackened hardwood and metal comes apart. A thin strip of parchment that was folded up in the box falls to the ground. Angus can see that the parchment has what looks like religious script written on it. Next to it falls the leather strap that had tied the box to the Tarrak's forehead.

The ghast lord looks at Angus and there is both anger and surprise in its eyes. "I don't know what you were hoping to accomplish by destroying that symbol of my faith. I do not need it to cast spells. While it connected me to my goddess, it was not a box for my soul. You think me a lich? My existence goes beyond one of those undead fools. My soul belongs to the Crow Mistress!"

He growls. "And even if I fall, Malotoch will seek vengeance against you for destroying her reliquary. You have marked yourself for death. The Assassins of Felcry will come for you. Or perhaps one of the Hellhammer Knights." He laughs "I pity you. The suffering they will inflict will be well beyond anything I could ever do to you."

He bares his teeth. "I should kill you now. The pain will be so much less for you. But... I will not deny my goddess her vengeance."

OOC: That is the end of Round Sixteen.
 

@JustinCase:
The wound where Phre bit Cearth burns like it is on fire. The half-orc druid knows he's going to have to deal with it later but first he has to destroy this evil creature before she can bite him again. He drives his spear deep into the monstrous ghast's chest and it tears a hole right through to the creature's back.

Phre smiles wickedly at him. Black ichor pours from the wound and her mouth. "At least I got to taste your blood and flesh first. So sweet."

She shudders and falls to the ground in front of Caerth. Almost immediately, her form begins to deteriorate before Caerth's eyes until all there are flakes of dry decay flesh and blackened bones.
 

Screech takes to the air to land on Caerth's shoulder. The good one. He hoots twice and clacks his tongue at the pile of bones on the ground. The bird is still feeling the effects of the ghast's stench.
 

Aureus is about to shoot at Phre again when she witnesses the monstrous ghast go down. She sighs in relief and turns Meridith's bow towards Tarrak. She fires two shots. The first disappears down into the crevasse. The second arrow breaks and the hutaakan rogue loses her grip on the fallen ranger's bow. It skids away from her and ends up next to the dead body of the priestess.

"FURRRRR-BALLS!"

 

As the others start to converge on Tarrak, the warning from cruel Justice rings in his mind, "All wh who fight against the monster, Tarrak! His blade he calls Spinereaver has a taste for human blood and you can depend on him to Not fight fair! He has no fear, no mercy! No quarter given, then no quarter taken!"

His chain continues to whips through the air with deadly intent
 

Neurotic said:
"Sir Ghal, move others away! This one is planning something! Prepare for the dead to raise. Get everyone away! Angus, now would be time to unleash everything you have! Stop playing defense!"

Moradin's champion is risking much by staying at the edge and with the spell soon to fail he keeps low to the ground. But giving combat orders...that he can do.
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Sir Ghal looks back towards Ailward and then down the slope towards all the fallen soldiers. "Ailward, Thorvid, get the fallen soldiers as far away as possible!" He shouts. "Elle! Save as many as you can!"

The halfling Gala of Inanna yells back, "What do you think I'm doing? Twiddling my thumbs!"

ScottDeWar_jr said:
As the others start to converge on Tarrak, the warning from cruel Justice rings in his mind, "All who fight against the monster, Tarrak! His blade he calls Spinereaver has a taste for human blood and you can depend on him to Not fight fair! He has no fear, no mercy! No quarter given, then no quarter taken!"

His chain continues to whips through the air with deadly intent
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"Yes, do not relent in your attacks!" Sir Ghal agrees. "We must finish this villain off quickly!"

"So eager to die are you, knights?" Tarrak says to Sir Ghal and Sir Quinn. The ghast lord seems to be looking for an opening to tip the fight in his favor. "We'll see how brave you are when I come at you with my full power!"
 

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