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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6239592" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>“You’ve <em>gotta be</em> kidding me.” Braddok said with exasperation. The warrior looked to Alaria, as if for some explanation.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t look at <em>me!</em>” Alaria protested. “Kill it!”</p><p></p><p>“With what, a goblet?!” Braddok half-jested in return as he dodged a swipe of a long red reeking “arm” (for lack of a better understanding). At a mental command, Kandu flared with its mystic blue flame and the warrior charged forward.</p><p></p><p>Pyrnion was the first to react, slicing through the creature’s “torso” with his axe. To the zephari’s surprise, there was resistance in the purple-red goo. Its consistency was akin to tar and the winged man needed some force to pull his weapon clear.</p><p></p><p>“Jovias, get clear!” Fen commanded.</p><p></p><p>“uh camt” the satyr replied as best he could with his finger, stuck to his tongue, and the whole of him stuck to the base of the pool forming the monstrous, obviously magic-spawned, wine-thing. </p><p></p><p>“Great.” Duor said, deadpan, as he dove for the abundant shadows surrounding their limited space of light.</p><p></p><p>Alaria backed away. Her powers were nearly spent and she dared not use the Ihs Repahl again for anything other than their escape. She could not attempt to use her staff without getting close enough to put herself in jeopardy or, from afar, without risking Jovias and the others moving to engage in melee.</p><p></p><p>“Haelan, can you do something?” Alaria asked, with concern. She knew the daelvar cleric was similarly near the end of his magical reserves.</p><p></p><p>“Fen!” Haelan passed the proverbial buck. “It’s an elemental of some kind, right? Your order is the elemental type.”</p><p></p><p>“My dear Hilltender, the Ancient Holy Order of Mistwood deals in the elements of the natural world...not the elements of the barkeep!” Fen protested, though did grip his sacred leaftip spear with both hands, causing the leaf-shaped blade to flare with the energy of “the Green.” He moved before Alaria and the Hilltender in a defensive stance, but was inwardly unsure of his ability to effect this type of creature at all.</p><p></p><p>The creature’s other appendage flashed up and forward in an attempt to grasp or simply swat, none could say, the flying feather-winged zephari. </p><p></p><p>Pyrnion deftly avoided the somewhat slow and clumsy attack.</p><p></p><p>Braddok’s attack at the creature’s base found its target, though Kandu’s blue energy flamed for only an instance before being extinguished by the creature’s, presumably, liquid-like body. </p><p></p><p>It roared at the assault. The companions took that as a good sign, that the creature had somehow been “hurt”, if only a little.</p><p></p><p>“Think a moment, Fen.” Haelan encouraged from behind the grey-green cloaked druid. “What is wine? It’s plant juices...mostly water, isn’t it?” </p><p></p><p>Alaria looked at the daelvar in surprise. that actually made a lot of sense.</p><p></p><p>“Yes. You’re right, Haelan. Yes! Fen, remember that incantation you used on Dragonbone Isle?The one you used against the water hydra?” Alaria coaxed. </p><p></p><p>Nah. Really? Thought Fen to himself. Well...maybe...</p><p></p><p>Another swipe of Pyrnion’s axe did dig into the creature, but the weapon became stuck and the zephari’s forearms with the “splash” it created.</p><p></p><p>“Whatever you mystics are discussing, now would be a good tiUMOOF!” Pyrnion began to say before becoming engulfed in the creature’s slowly fluid form.</p><p></p><p>“Pyrnion!” Haelan cried.</p><p></p><p>Another attack by Braddok met with a similar success. Though not engulfed, himself, his sword was thoroughly “stuck” in the creature‘s tar-like body.</p><p></p><p>Up to his waist in sticky purple-red tar, Jovias’ struggling led him to slip and fall only to find himself, now, up to shoulders thoroughly stuck. The more he struggled the more entangled and trapped he became.</p><p> </p><p>“Now, Fen. NOW!” Alaria commanded.</p><p></p><p>Fen began reciting the simple incantation in his order’s sacred secret tongue. <<em>Druid spell: Destroy Water</em>> He thrust his open hand forward on the final syllable. The utterly cryptic sound assaulted Alaria and Haelan’s ears. </p><p></p><p>Both felt somewhat dizzy, though whether it was from the druidic speech or the olfactory assault of the magic wine-turned-vinegar-turned-angry-elemental-being they did now know.</p><p></p><p>As the magic force left the half-elf’s body, a large section (nearly half, in fact) of the creature’s body seemed to evaporate away. The creature roared once more, in obvious defeat, as its hulking form sank back into the sticky fluid pool on the floor.</p><p></p><p>As it “receded”, Braddok and a coughing drowning Pyrnion were released. With some effort, they released the zephari and satyr from the creature.</p><p></p><p>Duor appeared from the shadows as Fen and Haelan were straining to pull the satyr free.</p><p></p><p>“Well, if that ain’t taught ye not t’go ‘round lickin’ at weird things, I dunno what will.” the dwarf said in chastisement of his henchman.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf received hateful glares from everyone except the satyr.</p><p></p><p>“What?! It’s true!” Duor protested innocently.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6239592, member: 92511"] “You’ve [I]gotta be[/I] kidding me.” Braddok said with exasperation. The warrior looked to Alaria, as if for some explanation. “Don’t look at [I]me![/I]” Alaria protested. “Kill it!” “With what, a goblet?!” Braddok half-jested in return as he dodged a swipe of a long red reeking “arm” (for lack of a better understanding). At a mental command, Kandu flared with its mystic blue flame and the warrior charged forward. Pyrnion was the first to react, slicing through the creature’s “torso” with his axe. To the zephari’s surprise, there was resistance in the purple-red goo. Its consistency was akin to tar and the winged man needed some force to pull his weapon clear. “Jovias, get clear!” Fen commanded. “uh camt” the satyr replied as best he could with his finger, stuck to his tongue, and the whole of him stuck to the base of the pool forming the monstrous, obviously magic-spawned, wine-thing. “Great.” Duor said, deadpan, as he dove for the abundant shadows surrounding their limited space of light. Alaria backed away. Her powers were nearly spent and she dared not use the Ihs Repahl again for anything other than their escape. She could not attempt to use her staff without getting close enough to put herself in jeopardy or, from afar, without risking Jovias and the others moving to engage in melee. “Haelan, can you do something?” Alaria asked, with concern. She knew the daelvar cleric was similarly near the end of his magical reserves. “Fen!” Haelan passed the proverbial buck. “It’s an elemental of some kind, right? Your order is the elemental type.” “My dear Hilltender, the Ancient Holy Order of Mistwood deals in the elements of the natural world...not the elements of the barkeep!” Fen protested, though did grip his sacred leaftip spear with both hands, causing the leaf-shaped blade to flare with the energy of “the Green.” He moved before Alaria and the Hilltender in a defensive stance, but was inwardly unsure of his ability to effect this type of creature at all. The creature’s other appendage flashed up and forward in an attempt to grasp or simply swat, none could say, the flying feather-winged zephari. Pyrnion deftly avoided the somewhat slow and clumsy attack. Braddok’s attack at the creature’s base found its target, though Kandu’s blue energy flamed for only an instance before being extinguished by the creature’s, presumably, liquid-like body. It roared at the assault. The companions took that as a good sign, that the creature had somehow been “hurt”, if only a little. “Think a moment, Fen.” Haelan encouraged from behind the grey-green cloaked druid. “What is wine? It’s plant juices...mostly water, isn’t it?” Alaria looked at the daelvar in surprise. that actually made a lot of sense. “Yes. You’re right, Haelan. Yes! Fen, remember that incantation you used on Dragonbone Isle?The one you used against the water hydra?” Alaria coaxed. Nah. Really? Thought Fen to himself. Well...maybe... Another swipe of Pyrnion’s axe did dig into the creature, but the weapon became stuck and the zephari’s forearms with the “splash” it created. “Whatever you mystics are discussing, now would be a good tiUMOOF!” Pyrnion began to say before becoming engulfed in the creature’s slowly fluid form. “Pyrnion!” Haelan cried. Another attack by Braddok met with a similar success. Though not engulfed, himself, his sword was thoroughly “stuck” in the creature‘s tar-like body. Up to his waist in sticky purple-red tar, Jovias’ struggling led him to slip and fall only to find himself, now, up to shoulders thoroughly stuck. The more he struggled the more entangled and trapped he became. “Now, Fen. NOW!” Alaria commanded. Fen began reciting the simple incantation in his order’s sacred secret tongue. <[I]Druid spell: Destroy Water[/I]> He thrust his open hand forward on the final syllable. The utterly cryptic sound assaulted Alaria and Haelan’s ears. Both felt somewhat dizzy, though whether it was from the druidic speech or the olfactory assault of the magic wine-turned-vinegar-turned-angry-elemental-being they did now know. As the magic force left the half-elf’s body, a large section (nearly half, in fact) of the creature’s body seemed to evaporate away. The creature roared once more, in obvious defeat, as its hulking form sank back into the sticky fluid pool on the floor. As it “receded”, Braddok and a coughing drowning Pyrnion were released. With some effort, they released the zephari and satyr from the creature. Duor appeared from the shadows as Fen and Haelan were straining to pull the satyr free. “Well, if that ain’t taught ye not t’go ‘round lickin’ at weird things, I dunno what will.” the dwarf said in chastisement of his henchman. The dwarf received hateful glares from everyone except the satyr. “What?! It’s true!” Duor protested innocently. [/QUOTE]
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