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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1845076" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Chapter 258</p><p></p><p></p><p>Zenna felt the backblast of heat, intermixed with divine power, as the spillover from the <em>flame strike</em> poured into the stairwell where she and Dannel were standing. Her magical defenses, combined with her innate resistance to fire, had helped her resist much of the effect, and Dannel had dodged quickly back, likewise avoiding the full force of the flames. The dwarves, in the van, had taken the full force of the blast. But as the flames cleared she could see that Arun and Beorna appeared to be only slightly wounded, and Hodge, while his upper body was charred, was already reaching for his jug for a bit of restoration. Even as she watched, the templar lifted one hand and unleashed a blast of <em>searing light</em> that sank into the undead form of the wraith. Mole, of course, had tumbled out of the radius of the blast and had vanished somewhere along the perimeter of the chamber. </p><p></p><p>The five hulking gray render zombies started toward them, while the wraith sank into the platform, disappearing from view. The bone devil chittered something in its Infernal language, but seemed content to hold its ground for the moment, no doubt preparing some dread power from the hells to unleash upon them. </p><p></p><p>“Look!” Dannel hissed, drawing Zenna’s attention up toward the ceiling high above. Where the elf had seen only a shifting shadow, Zenna could clearly identify the figure hovering there above them, near the black object she’d seen earlier. It was a man, clad in full plate armor, surrounded by a bevy of <em>mirror images</em>, sparking with the aura of protective wards. Zenna realized that this had to be Iverson, and that he’d just become visible with the unleashing of his potent blast of divine fire. </p><p></p><p>Dannel was already lifting his bow to fire. Beorna and Arun stepped forward to face the oncoming zombies. Hodge took a deep swallow from his jug and then dithered, reaching for his crossbow before eschewing it for his longspear. </p><p></p><p>Zenna felt as though time froze around her, as her thoughts raced through the options available to her. She still had most of her spells left, even after the confrontations with Zarik Dhor and the lesser priest below, but she knew that Iverson was a powerful cleric, obviously prepared for them, and that he no doubt had other fell magics at his call. The physical foes she entrusted to her allies, but she knew she had to do something to deal with him...</p><p></p><p>She had a <em>dispel</em> remaining, but doubted that her power could pierce the stronger potency of the high priest’s magic. For a moment she thought of Kaurophon, who had mastered her so easily, and doubt filled her. </p><p></p><p>Then Iverson began to incant again, and she just did it, just hurled her spell at him the way a desperate man might throw his knife at a charging swordsman. </p><p></p><p>That part of her that was sensitive to the Weave could feel the energies of her spell impact the layered wards that Iverson had conjured around him. Her heart froze in her chest as she felt the spell sliding from each of his wards like water striking glass. He was literally armored in magic, and her own puny abilities paled in contrast to the level of skill he commanded. </p><p></p><p>But then, just as she was about to give up, the last threads of her spell found something pliable, a current of energy that extended outward from the man, into the very air around him. As the <em>dispel</em> snapped those strands, Iverson’s <em>air walk</em> spell ended. </p><p></p><p>The enemy cleric fell fifty feet to the floor below, landing in a quite satisfactory cacophony of metal and pain just beside the room’s central platform. </p><p></p><p>Ike Iverson got up slowly, clearly hurting, although Zenna knew too much to mark him out of the fight just yet. “The cleric!” she cried, alerting her friends to the danger.</p><p></p><p>But Arun and Beorna had their own difficulties. The shambling render zombies were slow and cumbersome, but they were strong, a fact proven as one slammed a meaty claw into Beorna’s side. They seemed to focus more on her, her <em>enlarged</em> size making her a more obvious target. Arun intercepted one as it was about to seize her from behind, tearing a huge gash in its leg with a powerful swing of its sword. </p><p></p><p>Beorna seemed more than able to handle herself even against the remaining four renders, at first; her blade, backed by the full force of her augmented strength, tore incredible wounds that even the already dead renders could not ignore. One fell back after taking a pair of hits that laid its body cavity open, one arm dangling uselessly from nearly severed tendons. But the undead life force that powered it was likewise strong, and it slowly recovered and came forward again, reaching for its living foe’s flesh with its remaining claw. The others pounded at her repeatedly, but her armor, fashioned from one of the most durable metals known on Faerûn, held against their assaults. </p><p></p><p>Hodge finally started forward, but before he could reach his friends a shimmering white wall of solid ice appeared directly in front of him. The <em>wall of ice</em> divided the chamber in twain, with Zenna, Hodge, and Dannel on one side, and Beorna and Arun on the other. </p><p> </p><p>With all of the bad guys on their side of the wall. </p><p></p><p>And if that wasn’t bad enough, shadowy arms rose out of the floor at Beorna’s feet, followed a moment later by the body of the wraith. As it plunged its claws through her armor into her body, the templar screamed, her very life force riven from her body by the sinister touch of the undead monstrosity.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 1845076, member: 143"] Chapter 258 Zenna felt the backblast of heat, intermixed with divine power, as the spillover from the [I]flame strike[/I] poured into the stairwell where she and Dannel were standing. Her magical defenses, combined with her innate resistance to fire, had helped her resist much of the effect, and Dannel had dodged quickly back, likewise avoiding the full force of the flames. The dwarves, in the van, had taken the full force of the blast. But as the flames cleared she could see that Arun and Beorna appeared to be only slightly wounded, and Hodge, while his upper body was charred, was already reaching for his jug for a bit of restoration. Even as she watched, the templar lifted one hand and unleashed a blast of [I]searing light[/I] that sank into the undead form of the wraith. Mole, of course, had tumbled out of the radius of the blast and had vanished somewhere along the perimeter of the chamber. The five hulking gray render zombies started toward them, while the wraith sank into the platform, disappearing from view. The bone devil chittered something in its Infernal language, but seemed content to hold its ground for the moment, no doubt preparing some dread power from the hells to unleash upon them. “Look!” Dannel hissed, drawing Zenna’s attention up toward the ceiling high above. Where the elf had seen only a shifting shadow, Zenna could clearly identify the figure hovering there above them, near the black object she’d seen earlier. It was a man, clad in full plate armor, surrounded by a bevy of [I]mirror images[/I], sparking with the aura of protective wards. Zenna realized that this had to be Iverson, and that he’d just become visible with the unleashing of his potent blast of divine fire. Dannel was already lifting his bow to fire. Beorna and Arun stepped forward to face the oncoming zombies. Hodge took a deep swallow from his jug and then dithered, reaching for his crossbow before eschewing it for his longspear. Zenna felt as though time froze around her, as her thoughts raced through the options available to her. She still had most of her spells left, even after the confrontations with Zarik Dhor and the lesser priest below, but she knew that Iverson was a powerful cleric, obviously prepared for them, and that he no doubt had other fell magics at his call. The physical foes she entrusted to her allies, but she knew she had to do something to deal with him... She had a [I]dispel[/I] remaining, but doubted that her power could pierce the stronger potency of the high priest’s magic. For a moment she thought of Kaurophon, who had mastered her so easily, and doubt filled her. Then Iverson began to incant again, and she just did it, just hurled her spell at him the way a desperate man might throw his knife at a charging swordsman. That part of her that was sensitive to the Weave could feel the energies of her spell impact the layered wards that Iverson had conjured around him. Her heart froze in her chest as she felt the spell sliding from each of his wards like water striking glass. He was literally armored in magic, and her own puny abilities paled in contrast to the level of skill he commanded. But then, just as she was about to give up, the last threads of her spell found something pliable, a current of energy that extended outward from the man, into the very air around him. As the [I]dispel[/I] snapped those strands, Iverson’s [I]air walk[/I] spell ended. The enemy cleric fell fifty feet to the floor below, landing in a quite satisfactory cacophony of metal and pain just beside the room’s central platform. Ike Iverson got up slowly, clearly hurting, although Zenna knew too much to mark him out of the fight just yet. “The cleric!” she cried, alerting her friends to the danger. But Arun and Beorna had their own difficulties. The shambling render zombies were slow and cumbersome, but they were strong, a fact proven as one slammed a meaty claw into Beorna’s side. They seemed to focus more on her, her [I]enlarged[/I] size making her a more obvious target. Arun intercepted one as it was about to seize her from behind, tearing a huge gash in its leg with a powerful swing of its sword. Beorna seemed more than able to handle herself even against the remaining four renders, at first; her blade, backed by the full force of her augmented strength, tore incredible wounds that even the already dead renders could not ignore. One fell back after taking a pair of hits that laid its body cavity open, one arm dangling uselessly from nearly severed tendons. But the undead life force that powered it was likewise strong, and it slowly recovered and came forward again, reaching for its living foe’s flesh with its remaining claw. The others pounded at her repeatedly, but her armor, fashioned from one of the most durable metals known on Faerûn, held against their assaults. Hodge finally started forward, but before he could reach his friends a shimmering white wall of solid ice appeared directly in front of him. The [I]wall of ice[/I] divided the chamber in twain, with Zenna, Hodge, and Dannel on one side, and Beorna and Arun on the other. With all of the bad guys on their side of the wall. And if that wasn’t bad enough, shadowy arms rose out of the floor at Beorna’s feet, followed a moment later by the body of the wraith. As it plunged its claws through her armor into her body, the templar screamed, her very life force riven from her body by the sinister touch of the undead monstrosity. [/QUOTE]
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