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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 2349327" data-attributes="member: 99">The bulk of Bale’s army had still not even gotten within sight of where the true battle raged.  They were doing their best to hack and clamor their way through the thicket wall.  In some areas the plants seemed to come alive to rip and tear at those within, becoming an impenetrable Web of Briars.  Sometimes an individual Neoghi or cluster of Duergar would suddenly plunge into a watery pit to be dragged under by the weight of their armor.  All were driven by Bale-inspired bloodlust but even through the haze of hate they could tell that they were not supporting their master well at the present.  Some near the rear thought they heard a horn sounding behind them.Above the marsh, the shimmering cloud that remained where the Shining Lady had been slain was finally starting to fade but as it dissipated three of the motes of light within refused to vanish.  These glowing balls descended toward the battle at high speed, heading directly toward where Cathal and Marcus stood fighting Bale.  Marcus noticed them coming but did not know what to make of them.  Cathal was too busy to notice or care.He struck again at Bale, delivering a blow that would have laid low any normal foe.  But to Bale it was only a slash into his liquid body that was whole again a second after it was delivered.  Cathal gritted his iron teeth together and braced for Bale’s counterattack.Bale cast aside his broken weapon and unleashed his fists upon the insolent human who dared to assault his godliness.  Fists like charging bulls crushed down upon Cathal, striking him with force unlike any he had ever known.  Had Marcus not been siphoning away a goodly portion of the pain that his Iron Body withstood, he would have died then and there.  But with the aid of his friend he managed to hold on for a few moments longer.(I truly hate to break up the narrative with GM commentary, but I feel compelled to point out that Bale hit all four times with his fists and did 128 points of damage with this series of attacks.  Never before had the party even come close to seeing this much damage done by or to anything they had fought.)In the air, Marius slew another Dragonkin and saw two more fall to the combined assault of the Treants and Dire birds that aided them.  They were nearly starting to outnumber their foes if only that pack of Giants and Ogres were not about to swarm in to overwhelm them.  As if in answer to his prayer, a thundering herd of animals swept across the marsh and plowed into the Ogres.  Great Root himself engaged one of the Giants, smashing at him with his huge, oaken arms.  Lazarius stepped forward and unleashed a cloud of Glittering Dust upon the lead Giant and immediately followed with a surging Bolt of Lightning that struck the blinded behemoth.Speaks charged the Lizard-Thing, crouching and then springing up at the last moment to close his huge jaws on its scaly throat.  It struggled briefly before Speaks magic overtook it and it felt the Kiss of Death.  It flopped lifelessly from the Druid’s bloody jaws and lay still as its blood began to flow through the water to strengthen and nourish its cruel master.Back along the thicket wall, a breakthrough was taking place on the far left flank.  A mob of Duergar had finally hacked a hole with their axes and charged ahead to rally with their mighty master.  Behind them a loose horde of a hundred Orcs also began to run through this gap in the fortifications.With a great cry, Magdar’s Orcs, led by Scar the Half-Orc charged around the end of the palisade to crash into the Grey Dwarves.  The battle hardened crew brought axe and hammer pounding into the unshielded right flank of the Dwarves who began to fall in increasing numbers as they ran about confused as to whether to stay and fight the Orcs or rush ahead to the call of Bale.  This disorganized mob threatened to be overrun by the oncoming horde of Orcs for a moment before the front rank of Orcs suddenly exploded in fire.Rhys soared above on his carpet blasting fire hither and yon with abandon.  His wand had killed fifty Orcs in mere moments and he showed no signs of slowing down.  From his high vantage he could see that a phalanx of Legionnaires were maneuvering to the end of the palisade, ready to come to their aid if the breakthrough continued.  But he could also see that more breakthroughs were coming all up and down the thicket wall.  The marsh was about to become a very crowded place.</blockquote>

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