Lazybones
Adventurer
Chapter 260
“Helm’s glory!” Beorna said, lifting up her holy sword in both hands, as the dark flames of destruction engulfed her. For a moment, the shining warrior was lost in the black storm, but then the flames froze, caught in a surge of light that shone from her body in a fleeting instant. The flames fell, disintegrating into nothingness as they struck the ground, leaving the templar unharmed.
“Impossible!” Iverson said.
“Nothing is impossible when a god shelters you with his hand,” Beorna pronounced. She stepped toward Iverson, ignoring the pounding she took from the zombie renders that continued to press her. The creature she’d wounded before shambled forward to block her path to the cleric, slamming her across the face with a massive claw. Beorna snarled and laid into the zombie with a powerful stroke that sundered its decrepit form, driving it to the ground. Another claw tore at her shoulder from behind, but with her backstroke she cut deep into the limb of the zombie attacking her, nearly severing the arm from its body.
Zenna aided her efforts by casting a haste spell, centered on the dwarves.
Iverson did not waste the momentary respite he’d gained through his servants, and began preparing another spell. Before he could summon the power, though, another arrow slammed into his arm, driving a hot jab of pain through him as a jolt of electricity flowed from the missile into his body. Snarling, he turned to the devil.
“Deal with that elf!” he commanded.
The osyluth bowed and lifted a few feet into the air before vanishing.
Arun’s sword sliced through the leg of one of the zombies, severing the limb and sending the creature falling awkwardly aside. Another render reached for him as he started toward Iverson, but Hodge ran at it and clove it with his axe, drawing its attention from the paladin.
Even as Arun tried to reach Iverson, the cleric released his spell. A shimmering surrounded Beorna, stripping away each of her magical protections as the priest’s dispel sundered them. She returned to her regular size, her muscles slumping as her endurance and strength spells evaporated, and the full force of the loss she’d suffered earlier at the touch of the wraith hit her. Also lost was her shield of faith and divine favor, as well as the haste she’d just gotten from Zenna. The zombies, as if sensing her sudden weakness, tore at her with renewed fervor even as she tried to hack her way through them with her holy blade. She was showing the signs of her wounds now, slowing under the continued assault.
From behind the cleric, the hemisphere of ice that held Mole captive began to glow. A bright spot appeared that grew suddenly white-hot with the familiar shine of burning alchemist’s fire as a round opening appeared in the side of the frozen prison. No sooner had it appeared then Mole dove through it, somersaulting to land on her feet, her rapier at the ready in her hand.
“Ta da!” she announced, to no one in particular. Iverson acknowledged her with a glance, then returned his attention to Arun, who appeared around the edge of the melee between Beorna and the zombies, charging at the cleric with his holy sword raised to strike. Iverson seemed unconcerned, his sword still sheathed at his belt. Arun did not hesitate, leaping in to smite the unholy priest.
But even as Arun prepared to strike, the cleric lunged forward quickly, laying a slender finger upon the dwarf’s breastplate. The action left him completely open now to attack, but Arun was suddenly in no position to deliver the blow. The paladin’s face became a rictus of agony as the dark energies of Iverson’s harm spell tore mercilessly through him. Driven to the brink of death, Arun somehow managed to stay standing, although his entire body quivered with pain and weakness, and runnels of bright red blood began to appear at the crevices of his armor, running down his legs to gather in small puddles at his feet.
“Now, paladin, we shall see,” the dark cleric said, laughing.
Even as Arun had begun his charge, Dannel had drawn another arrow out of his quiver and prepared for yet another shot at Iverson. He’d seen the devil vanish, but had been too far distant to hear the cleric’s command to him, even his keen elvish ears not able to overcome the sounds of the melee that still raged in the center of the room. But even as he took aim down the long shaft of his arrow, a faint stirring above him gave him warning.
Looking up, he saw the bone devil, hovering in the air barely ten feet above him, an evil grin on its inhuman features.
Dannel knew from hard experience that even the arrows magically enhanced by his song would be unlikely to hurt the fiend that loomed over him. Fortunately, he had another weapon that could, but even as he dropped his bow and reached for Alakast, the devil surged down at him, reaching for him with its claws even as its long stinger darted over its shoulder, stabbing several inches into Dannel’s body.
The elf stiffened as poison coursed into his body, and as the devil’s claws tore at him he felt his connection to the wall through his magical slippers tearing. Pain exploded across his torso, and then he was falling, the ground rushing quickly up to meet him.
“Helm’s glory!” Beorna said, lifting up her holy sword in both hands, as the dark flames of destruction engulfed her. For a moment, the shining warrior was lost in the black storm, but then the flames froze, caught in a surge of light that shone from her body in a fleeting instant. The flames fell, disintegrating into nothingness as they struck the ground, leaving the templar unharmed.
“Impossible!” Iverson said.
“Nothing is impossible when a god shelters you with his hand,” Beorna pronounced. She stepped toward Iverson, ignoring the pounding she took from the zombie renders that continued to press her. The creature she’d wounded before shambled forward to block her path to the cleric, slamming her across the face with a massive claw. Beorna snarled and laid into the zombie with a powerful stroke that sundered its decrepit form, driving it to the ground. Another claw tore at her shoulder from behind, but with her backstroke she cut deep into the limb of the zombie attacking her, nearly severing the arm from its body.
Zenna aided her efforts by casting a haste spell, centered on the dwarves.
Iverson did not waste the momentary respite he’d gained through his servants, and began preparing another spell. Before he could summon the power, though, another arrow slammed into his arm, driving a hot jab of pain through him as a jolt of electricity flowed from the missile into his body. Snarling, he turned to the devil.
“Deal with that elf!” he commanded.
The osyluth bowed and lifted a few feet into the air before vanishing.
Arun’s sword sliced through the leg of one of the zombies, severing the limb and sending the creature falling awkwardly aside. Another render reached for him as he started toward Iverson, but Hodge ran at it and clove it with his axe, drawing its attention from the paladin.
Even as Arun tried to reach Iverson, the cleric released his spell. A shimmering surrounded Beorna, stripping away each of her magical protections as the priest’s dispel sundered them. She returned to her regular size, her muscles slumping as her endurance and strength spells evaporated, and the full force of the loss she’d suffered earlier at the touch of the wraith hit her. Also lost was her shield of faith and divine favor, as well as the haste she’d just gotten from Zenna. The zombies, as if sensing her sudden weakness, tore at her with renewed fervor even as she tried to hack her way through them with her holy blade. She was showing the signs of her wounds now, slowing under the continued assault.
From behind the cleric, the hemisphere of ice that held Mole captive began to glow. A bright spot appeared that grew suddenly white-hot with the familiar shine of burning alchemist’s fire as a round opening appeared in the side of the frozen prison. No sooner had it appeared then Mole dove through it, somersaulting to land on her feet, her rapier at the ready in her hand.
“Ta da!” she announced, to no one in particular. Iverson acknowledged her with a glance, then returned his attention to Arun, who appeared around the edge of the melee between Beorna and the zombies, charging at the cleric with his holy sword raised to strike. Iverson seemed unconcerned, his sword still sheathed at his belt. Arun did not hesitate, leaping in to smite the unholy priest.
But even as Arun prepared to strike, the cleric lunged forward quickly, laying a slender finger upon the dwarf’s breastplate. The action left him completely open now to attack, but Arun was suddenly in no position to deliver the blow. The paladin’s face became a rictus of agony as the dark energies of Iverson’s harm spell tore mercilessly through him. Driven to the brink of death, Arun somehow managed to stay standing, although his entire body quivered with pain and weakness, and runnels of bright red blood began to appear at the crevices of his armor, running down his legs to gather in small puddles at his feet.
“Now, paladin, we shall see,” the dark cleric said, laughing.
Even as Arun had begun his charge, Dannel had drawn another arrow out of his quiver and prepared for yet another shot at Iverson. He’d seen the devil vanish, but had been too far distant to hear the cleric’s command to him, even his keen elvish ears not able to overcome the sounds of the melee that still raged in the center of the room. But even as he took aim down the long shaft of his arrow, a faint stirring above him gave him warning.
Looking up, he saw the bone devil, hovering in the air barely ten feet above him, an evil grin on its inhuman features.
Dannel knew from hard experience that even the arrows magically enhanced by his song would be unlikely to hurt the fiend that loomed over him. Fortunately, he had another weapon that could, but even as he dropped his bow and reached for Alakast, the devil surged down at him, reaching for him with its claws even as its long stinger darted over its shoulder, stabbing several inches into Dannel’s body.
The elf stiffened as poison coursed into his body, and as the devil’s claws tore at him he felt his connection to the wall through his magical slippers tearing. Pain exploded across his torso, and then he was falling, the ground rushing quickly up to meet him.