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Kirio frowns at the mayhem around him... he draws his bow, and fires at the nearest threat, the hag next to Alric (G 11)...
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Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm
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Bannock, your javelin clips off the side of Alric's shield on the way to its destination.
The chubby faced witch hisses as she quickly examines the wound on her shoulder and flinches from the missed javelin. She steps back (to G12) and levels her gaze on Kirio, whose bow is still humming from his last shot. Spittle flies from her mouth as screams out: "This gown is worth a fortune and now you've gone a put a hole in it. We will bleed you like a pig foolish Elf, scrape the fat from your body for candles and cook what remains of you in a cauldron!" She then waves her arms and briefly chants. Three small orbs of coalescing energy materialize and then fly forth, striking Kirio unerringly in the chest with violent impact.
The witch in the green scaled breastplate and spiked club cackles loudly as she revels in her slaughter of Arnir. She drives her weapon downward, aimed at the wizard's head while holding aloft the strange orb in her other hand. The orb appears to be filled with blood and it constantly leaks and drips down her arm like some macabre trophy. Her club misses with an audible slashing of the wind and she hops to the side (K15), eager to avoid being pincered by Hrimr and Torrent.
The crocodile shakes out of its confused and stunned state. It sees Diashan, as if for the first time, and snaps forward intent on locking the elf within its many-toothed maw. The jaws snap down over his arm and shoulder. Flesh rends and blood spills but the animal is not finished. It throws its weight backwards and pulls Diashan down with it, locking him further in its mouth in a grapple hold.
The chubby faced witch hisses as she quickly examines the wound on her shoulder and flinches from the missed javelin. She steps back (to G12) and levels her gaze on Kirio, whose bow is still humming from his last shot. Spittle flies from her mouth as screams out: "This gown is worth a fortune and now you've gone a put a hole in it. We will bleed you like a pig foolish Elf, scrape the fat from your body for candles and cook what remains of you in a cauldron!" She then waves her arms and briefly chants. Three small orbs of coalescing energy materialize and then fly forth, striking Kirio unerringly in the chest with violent impact.
The witch in the green scaled breastplate and spiked club cackles loudly as she revels in her slaughter of Arnir. She drives her weapon downward, aimed at the wizard's head while holding aloft the strange orb in her other hand. The orb appears to be filled with blood and it constantly leaks and drips down her arm like some macabre trophy. Her club misses with an audible slashing of the wind and she hops to the side (K15), eager to avoid being pincered by Hrimr and Torrent.
The crocodile shakes out of its confused and stunned state. It sees Diashan, as if for the first time, and snaps forward intent on locking the elf within its many-toothed maw. The jaws snap down over his arm and shoulder. Flesh rends and blood spills but the animal is not finished. It throws its weight backwards and pulls Diashan down with it, locking him further in its mouth in a grapple hold.
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The Bashar
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Hrimr's axe isn't doing as much damage as he hoped. He steps away from the reach of witch's club (I16) and drops his shield to free his hand. With his free hand he summons an acid dart and flings it at the witch.
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Hrimr, your dart of acid strikes true, burning and sizzling the arm of the club-wielding witch.
Diashan screams in terror as he realizes he is about to be eaten by a crocodile. He struggles to get loose and break the grapple. His clothes tear and his fingers are cut and bruised as he pries the animal's jaw open enough to escape. With a snarl the crocodile's mouth snaps shut and Diashan rolls to safety (back to L13).
Torrent reaches out a hand to steady the bleeding Arnir. She closes her eyes and speaks a quick prayer to Istishia. Her hand glows as healing energies flow forth and staunch some of Arnir's wounds.
Diashan screams in terror as he realizes he is about to be eaten by a crocodile. He struggles to get loose and break the grapple. His clothes tear and his fingers are cut and bruised as he pries the animal's jaw open enough to escape. With a snarl the crocodile's mouth snaps shut and Diashan rolls to safety (back to L13).
Torrent reaches out a hand to steady the bleeding Arnir. She closes her eyes and speaks a quick prayer to Istishia. Her hand glows as healing energies flow forth and staunch some of Arnir's wounds.
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The heavily armored witch stands up in the shallows spitting mud and wiping a lily pad from her grotesque face. Water pours out of gaps in her plate and anger seethes in her eyes. Looking up at Lars, who stands triumphantly on her boat, she begins a deep prayer and reaches out with a hand that crackles with black energy. The strike goes wide but the energy remains charged in her hands as she moves about the side of the boat, slogging slowly in the water (moves to E7).
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digimattic
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Arnir coughs up a spurt of crimson blood as Torrent lays her hands upon him and stumbles backwards roughly 5 feet until regaining his balance (at H13). Leaning heavily on his bow for support he attempts once more to strike down the club wielding menace in front of him.
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