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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1713787" data-attributes="member: 143">Thanks guys!I'm heading out of town for a long weekend, so this post will have to do as a cliffhanger <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />* * * * * Chapter 202The bebilith’s target was clear from the start; it made a bee-line toward Morgan, who, true to form, stood his ground before its rush.“Come on, demon!” he cried, brandishing Alakast.  Arun likewise moved forward to intercept, his holy sword glowing brightly.  The demon saw the dwarf and his blade.  The radiance of the blessed blade seemed to give it pause, and it hesitated in its rush long enough to hurl a compact bundle of webs at the paladin.  For all his strength, the dwarf was far from agile, and the sticky bundle caught up his legs, snaring him and binding him to the floor.  “Blast!” he yelled, trying in vain to snap the strands, which held him like steel cords.  Dannel started firing arrows, his quiver already augmented by Zenna’s spell, the aligned missiles tearing through the demon’s defenses.  But his initial shots fared poorly, and he scored only one hit, the others glancing off of the demon’s thick body-plates.  Likewise, Hodge thrust at it with his new longspear.  The weapon that had inflicted so much damage upon them in the hands of the salamander proved ineffectual here, scratching one of its abdomen-plates but doing no real damage.  The demon resumed its charge, and ignoring Hodge barreled forward onto the platform, seeking its target in the form of the armored knight of Helm.  Morgan met it boldly, but as he lifted Alakast to strike the demon lunged in at him with surprising quickness, stabbing its long fangs into his shoulders.  The cleric cried out as the vicious pincers penetrated his armor, injecting foul toxins into his bloodstream.  But Morgan was made of stern stuff, and he drove Alakast into its head, drawing a chittering refrain from the slavering gap of its mouth. Now it was really mad.  Mole moved to aid Arun, slicing at the webs holding him with her knife.  But the tiny weapon was too small to be very effective.  Still, Arun saw the efficacy of the strategy, and turned from trying to break free through brute strength to hewing at the webs with his sword.  Slowly, the strands began to part from his efforts. Zenna added her own efforts to Dannel’s barrage, firing a volley of magic missiles from Kaurophon’s wand.  The bolts stung the spider-demon, but the thing was so huge, so imposing, she knew that it would likely take a lot of punishment to bring down. All they could do was keep up their efforts, she thought, unleashing another series of blasts.  The bebilith was in a rage, now.  Another thrust from Hodge did nothing, but the blow from Alakast had hurt it.  It lunged again, striking with its foremost limbs at the knight, drawing him up to its foul jaws, the vicious hooks on its legs tearing at the man’s armor.  The magical steel groaned before the demon’s strength, bending and twisting like a tin can being torn open by a determined child.  The fangs darted in again, and Morgan’s cry was one of anguish, now, blood pouring down his body from the deep punctures.  Once again he was nearly on the brink of destruction, helpless in the grasp of an enemy. But somehow, the former cleric hung on, and his face twisted into a mask of grim determination as he lifted Alakast once more.  With a dwarven roar of triumph Arun finally tore free of the sticky webbing, and charged headlong at the demon.  Even as it reveled in the destruction of Morgan it sensed him coming, and another armored leg shot down to greet his arrival.  Arun took the stabbing thrust on his shield, and before the arachnid fiend could draw it back he sliced out with his sword, the holy blade sundering the limb from its body. The bebilith drew back in pain, unbalanced.  An arrow slammed into its face, just below one of its eight bulbous eyes, and as its grip on Morgan loosened, the knight drove the end of Alakast into one of those gleaming, unblinking orbs.  Now in real distress, the demon reared backward, revealing its less-protected underside.  Now finally Hodge was able to add his mark to the tally of damage, thrusting his spear deep into it, driving it backward, until it lost its balance on the edge of the precipice, and fell screeching into the void.  Morgan, his body ravaged, poison burning in his veins, his armor peeled away from his torso, wavered and collapsed.</blockquote>

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