Excrepts from the journal of Flynne
As the battle was joined by a hulking 10 ft tall ape mysteriously appearing by my friends in the room we had taken refuge in, i new the status quo was about to be challanged,
the beast took a swing at my friend the bard and almost knocked him clear across the room.
the fireball had almost downed morgan and it was him that the creature now focused its attention, obviously under the control of the summoner and eager to do his bidding.
Morgan sensing this focused his magic and with a word of power bllinded the creature ,
this merely put it off its swing for a few seconds as a massive fist conected with my frail friend taking him in the chest and sending him sprawling with a wet crunch.
As the bard jumped over the downed Morgan he deftly swiped the necromancers spell book , safe keeping maybe? and came and took cover behind me , I reached out and dragged the very still morgan out of the room and slammed the door on the huge ape ,
figuring that it would not be able to get through the doorway, and returned my concentration to the melee trying to get a good shot at the cleric ,who was evading most of the blows being aimed at him, hardly any of my arrows could penetrate the almost ghostly armour that enveloped his form and he continued to worry us.
At this point the sound of thunder echoed through the sepulchre and almost took me off my feet ,unfortunately it did take the bard and he slumped to the floor mortally wounded as a rolling ball of thunder washed over us.
A Death rattle came from Morgans body as the last vestiges of life escaped his form and a furry form freed itself from his robe , the weasel was enraged!
I could hear a fight taking place down the corridor that Niccoli had dashed down after the fell mage and soon he returned gingerly feeling his way along the wall i looked to his face for an indication of the trouble and his eyes were a pure white , Blind! things were going from bad to worse.
after dropping the last tieflings the three of us that were left standing could manuvre our way round the cleric to come at him from all sides, including the weasel !which was trying to bite the cleric.
Proving very hard to hit, i think Torvig managed a few lucky blows so he was the focus of attack , then torvig took a mighty blow that winded him severly followed by another and another , this proved to much for our stout friend and he dropped to the floor badly wounded and bleeding profusely.
Looking to Niccoli and resigning myself to never seeing the sunlight again i doubled my efforts to hit the Cleric , Niccoli connected with a mighty blow that got throught the chinks in the armoured clerics defenses sending him reeling unfortunately we were unable to capitalise on this as he surged back towards us with a murderous look in his eyes .
Niccoli in his blind state was still a fierce fighter and kept on swinging unfortunately the cleric was able to turn aside the undirected blows and his armour was proving very hard for me to penetrate with my rapier.
then the worst thing that could of happened, happened,in his blind state Niccoli could not see the swing that he would have normally side-stepped and almost walked into the path of the clerics heavy mace as it swung into his side gasping he dropped to his knees the breath knocked from him and the life draining from him slowly as his last action he tried to staunch the flow of blood that was leaking from torvig, in vain though and another death rattle could be heard as torvig joined his god.
At this point i noticed that Morgans weasel had latched onto the cleric and he was trying to get it off, ignoring me!? looking closer i could see fatigue and bloodloss was taking its toll on the cleric and he was moving less swiftly , eventually he threw the weasel to the floor and trod on it then it was me he turned to , trading blows and misses equally i thought our cockatrice was cooked and we would all die nameless in this subteranian temple to Hextor then a strike took me in the thigh staggering me and making me take a step back ,
pressing forward eager to make the kill that would be the end of me he lifted his weapon high
to bring it down on my head ,
thankfully i was able to duck in and under his attack , being so close to him i was able to see his eyes through the visor of his helmet and i coulod smell the foul stink that was his breath, this gave me a sudden passion for the life i would leave behind if i was not quick.
Gripping my quicksteel i bought it up inside and managed to find the gap between his chest piece and helmet , the sweet spot id been after ,blood blossomed on his lips as the blade did its work and went up under his chin driving through his brain and only stopping when it hit the inside of his helmet.
As the light faded from his eyes i let his body slump to the ground and quickly turned my attention to my fallen comrades,
scanning the corpses for any of the potions i had seen the enemy quaffing i found three and with no thought for myself i emptied the contents down the throats of the two that still had a chance of living.
Finally after a few minutes Niccoli opened his white eyes ,still groggy he felt his way over to me and said "who is that? did we win?" i gripped his shoulder and confirmed that yes we had won but at a cost then the bard opened his eyes and i smiled gently down at him giving reasurance that we would fight another day.
collecting our selves and after resting for a while i explored the area to discover that we had cleared the Hextor "area" and gathered some loot that was to be had then we made ourselves comfy as best we could and rested propperly.
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Flynne.
