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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3509022" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>Half an hour later, we sat in our lodge in the Coenoby having used several charges from healing wands to make ourselves recover from our wounds. We were about to discuss what our next plans were, as Endo flipped idly though his spellbook muttering something about “dwarves” whilst grinning most unpleasantly.</p><p></p><p>Outside, we could hear voices, plainly guards, and one of them was grumbling to the other.</p><p></p><p>“It’s just so difficult to keep Madtooth’s cage cold,” complained the voice. I looked up sharply at the others, and then sauntered outside, stretching.</p><p></p><p>The two guards were friendly enough, although plainly on duty and reluctant to discuss things in depth. I did manage to turn the conversation around to the dwarven berserkers, who were something of a ‘house team’, having been trained by the arena’s guard captain. They were well known for fighting with flaming swords of purest adamantine and shields, together with finely-wrought chainmail.</p><p></p><p>The next round, they offered, always saw one team fighting a terrible monster, but they wouldn’t be permitted to give me any details. With Endo’s help, a large gemstone swapped hands, and the guardsman admitted that it was a frost salamander; a creature the size of a small house which radiates a deadly cold effect, but was deeply vulnerable to fire.</p><p></p><p>Their tongues loosened by the bribe, they were also prepared to talk about Raknian, who they described as ‘a good guy’. One of the two dimly recorded Lahaka as a talented artist who may have been sleeping with Raknian, but she was rumoured to have skipped town immediately after the games. Raknian also cleared the ghouls out to the south, together with a group of others (including his now guard captain). The tailored stone was then placed over a flooded cavern to stop the ghouls getting out. The stone lay within the southernmost part of the Coenoby, a dilapidated area known as the ‘Titan’s House’, largely buried under tonnes of rubble, but a 10 foot tall alabaster statue known as ‘the Titan’ remained.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>Having bidden the guards farewell, we headed to the Titan’s House ourselves. The plug of stone was perfectly plain to see, buried under ten feet of water. Looking around, we headed back for our evening meal, before equipping and returning. </p><p></p><p>After several minutes of efforts with ropes and levers, we heaved the plug free from the water which immediately all but drained away down the hole. Clearly, the rumours of the chambers beneath having been flooded had been greatly exaggerated. To be safe, however, Igmut cast a spell which he assured us would let us breathe under the water; we then leapt into the deep, pausing only to heave the stone slab shut behind us. </p><p></p><p>When we pulled ourselves out of the freezing water, we found ourselves in a narrow tunnel, down which Flynne crept silently. He returned with a report, and a grimace. He was holding his nose against a stench which crept around the corridor, coming from 9 or 10 shuffling and rotting figures at the end of the corridor. </p><p></p><p>After Igmut had fashioned us rough masks of water-soaked cloth, we set off down the corridor with Flynne preceding us. As he reached the edge of the room, there was an abrupt cessation in the groans. Silently, the stinking ghoul-like creatures lurched towards Flynne with an alarming speed. They slashed at him with claws and opened their jaws wide to try and bite lumps out of him, but the nimble elf was too quick for them. </p><p></p><p>Igmut piled in with his spear, driving it into the closest stinking ghoul as Flynne slashed around him with his enchanted sword. </p><p></p><p>I moved as close as I could bear given the terrible smell, and started to blast at the undead with a magical wand, firing pairs of missiles into them whilst Malachite summoned a clutch of earth elementals and Sheba crashed into the fray, tearing apart one of the ghouls; in return, their clawed fingers scraped down Flynne’s new mithril buckler and Igmut’s heavy armour. </p><p></p><p>Behind me, I could hear Endo muttering. “Too nimble, the teeth too pronounced, and the skin-tone shows sign of a prolonged diet of… Guys, these are ghasts, not ghouls!”</p><p></p><p>Almost immediately, Igmut’s spear brought one low, but he was rapidly surrounded by other creatures and forced to draw his greatsword and defend himself. Flynne leapt away from this fray, firing his bow as he did so; almost immediately, he was charged by three more of the ghasts.</p><p></p><p>More magic blasted from my wand, and the ghast closest to me collapsed to the floor under the assault. Bitten to the neck, Sheba kept on fighting, and across the room from me, two of the elementals flanked a ghast and pummelled it until it collapsed to the floor. </p><p></p><p>Beset on all sides by the biting and clawing ghasts, Flynne was bitten on the arm, and almost immediately he stiffened. Teeth and claws continued to scrape off his armour as the three ghasts tried their best to find an exposed area of skin to tear and rip at. One of the creatures tore a small chunk of skin from his leg and chomped down on it, a sudden and dreamy look on his face as it swallowed. </p><p></p><p>Using his crossbow instead of his magic (having prepared his selection of spells that morning, Endo was ready for human opponents and not the undead), Endo shot a ghast through the throat, but it kept on fighting. </p><p></p><p>Shouldering his way through the ghasts, Igmut dashed up to Flynne and cast a spell which freed him instantly of the paralysis. The fight began to turn, as elementals and Sheba each crushed their opponents. Flynne and Igmut were still beset by foes, although rocky elementals were gliding at Malachite’s direction to help them, and the ghasts seemed largely unable to find any exposed flesh to tear at.</p><p></p><p>Restored and able to move, Flynne dashed backwards and fired his bow once again, and his target fell to the floor, where it was crushed underfoot by one of the squat elementals. Malachite drew his scimitar and dashed up to assist Sheba, who was swift to claw down the offending ghast, whilst on the other side of the room the Flynne’s arrow brought down yet another. We united against the last couple of creatures, smashing and hacking at them whilst Endo and I fired crossbows at them. They fell swiftly under our combined assault, never to move again.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>We looked around, and Flynne crept away up one of the two exits to the room. He returned a minute or so later, telling us of a cave with a thigh-high stream of filthy water flowing through it. </p><p></p><p>He then looked up the other passage, but was holding his nose as he came back. Apparently, that way led a 300 foot wide cavern with over a dozen exits and perhaps 50 ghasts and larger creatures. We headed for the room with the river through it, and worked our way upstream until we reached an obvious end-point. From here, there was a wide filth-encrusted pipe which spilled refuse into the water, but no other exits. </p><p></p><p>As Flynne went up the pipe to scout out, the rest of us looked around our surroundings. Igmut was rewarded (in a sense) when he found a severed and heavily gnawed arm, which was still wearing a gauntlet which glowed to my eyes with magic. We experimented with the item, to learn that it could be used to dissolve metals at a command.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>When Flynne dropped the rope, we were happy to leave the slimy cave and head up to a room of shaped stones and bricks, in a room which was clearly used to dispose of refuse. Ugly bloodstains marred the stone at the top of the pipe. Endo consulted his compass, and swore to us that we were now in a series of passages directly beneath Raknian’s palace building. </p><p></p><p>We headed up the corridor, but the instant we opened the door at the far end of it, we were assaulted by a group of three lumbering undead, each of them dripping with worms. We slammed the door and discussed our plans.</p><p></p><p>Grinning, I reached behind me and pulled out a new item – a carved wooden staff approximately 4 feet in length. We counted to ten, and heaved the door open as I triggered the magic contained within the staff, and a horrendous ball of fire blossomed in the room, crisping the worm-infested zombies in an instant.</p><p></p><p>We moved forwards to the next chamber down the corridor, which contained a decaying and empty bookshelf. To one side there lay an empty doorway, with the wood of the rotting door lying on the floor. New wooden double doors were to the north, and Flynne (sneaking a subtle look through the door) told us that there were 6 more worm-infested zombies together with some larger undead creature lumbering around the room beyond. </p><p></p><p>We set off down the side passage first, but this did not take long. A short walk to a room containing a broken down piece of ancient machinery which, Endo declared, used to be a water pump which would have filled the drains. There was still a two foot wide pipe, down which we could hear a faint humming noise. </p><p></p><p>In an instant, Malachite transformed himself into a rat and skittered off down the tunnel. Upon his return, he explained to us that there was a spongy wall of force blocking off the pipe, but that he could see a gigantic grub resting yet pulsating with an ever-growing power and menace. </p><p></p><p>Raknian had already created a zombie-making death-worm from the Apostolic Scrolls.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>The two heavy wooden doors crashed open as Flynne kicked them, and we gripped our weapons tightly as a sudden wave of fear and stench rolled over us. Whining, Sheba bolted down the passageway and we could hear a crash as she leapt into the pipe and slid swiftly out of sight and out of reach. </p><p></p><p>The zombies lumbered forwards as Flynne fired and Igmut swung at them; missing. They didn’t try to smash at Igmut, but instead seemed to reach out and try to just touch him. Both of the closest didn’t manage to touch him, however; but we did see in horror that they held wriggling worms in their outstretched fingers. </p><p></p><p>From a little further back, a third zombie threw a fistful of the worms at Flynne, and they landed all around him, mostly pattering to the ground. Two of the worms, however, landed on him and started to crawl over his armour.</p><p></p><p>The largest of the undead approached, and we realised that it didn’t have any worms on it at all, but that its torso and head were crammed with a long purple tube, which lolled out of the skeletal head like a gruesome tongue; tipped with a snapping jaw. Its huge fist slammed down at Igmut, crashing against his braced shield.</p><p></p><p>More worms were thrown at the half-orc, with a couple of them landing on his shoulder-plate where they immediately started to crawl towards the seam where his helmet met his shoulder-plates.</p><p></p><p>I began to sing, hoping that my song would help Flynne and Igmut resist the worms before they touched their skin; Flynne ignored the tiny crawling creature, and his bow sang as it killed one of the zombies with frost-rimed arrows. </p><p></p><p>Igmut also ignored the worms, and struck the large undead (which Endo muttered was a ‘morgh’ – and he sounded alarmed as he said this). As his sword slammed home, he triggered the magics stored within the heavy blade, and a huge light burst out, burning the monster terribly. It screamed in pain and the dim light in its eyes blazed with fury, the purple ‘tongue’ writhing. A second heavy blow left the creature staggered, but not yet nearing death. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly both Flynne and Igmut yelled in pain as the worms found exposed flesh and bit deeply, wriggling in under the skin. Thin lines showed that the worms were headed upwards, and the two at Igmut’s neck seemed to be trying to find a way to penetrate his skull and get at his brain. Bellowing in frustration, Igmut fumbled at his belt for a knife and shouted “remove them – a spell to get rid of diseases should do it!”</p><p></p><p>As they fought to extricate themselves from combat to better remove the worms, more of the tiny writhing creatures were thrown by zombies, missing both of the two fighters as another zombie punched Igmut in the chestplate. </p><p></p><p>At Malachite’s summoning spell, a tiger larger and bulkier than Sheba appeared inside the room and charged at the biggest of the undead, clawing and biting at it. It responded by continuing its assault of Igmut, slamming his shield again before the ‘tongue’ shot out and clamped itself around Igmut’s throat.</p><p></p><p>As Flynne stepped back, I moved up to him, pulling a magical ring from my bag and expelling its stored spell into him. Instantly, the worms stopped moving, and I was able to pull their limp bodies out of the holes in his side before they vanished completely inside him. Endo dumped the contents of one of his flasks of holy water on the worms which were even now crawling over his armour. The holy water had no effect whatsoever. Flynne slapped at them, and both were squashed instantly under his fist. </p><p></p><p>Igmut stabbed himself in the back of the head with his belt knife, pulling out the mangled body of one worm. Suddenly, however, he started to yell in pain as the remaining worm found a gap and vanished into his skull. And he didn’t have the means of removing it as the creature began to feast.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>At the back of the room, the tiger was swiftly littered with worms which were thrown at it and left on it by a punch from one of the zombies. 3 more zombies threw yet more worms at Igmut, who still had worms crawling on him from seconds earlier. His armour was swiftly littered with the tiny writhing creatures. </p><p></p><p>4 wolves materialised, tearing and biting at zombies and the morgh. The frenzied biting and tearing managed to trip one of the zombies, which fell to the floor shaking loose yet more of the worms.</p><p></p><p>Seeing so many of the worms both on the floor and covering Igmut, I resorted to a desperate ploy, casting a spell which boomed a resounding noise around Igmut. Small pieces of flesh fell from the zombies in the cacophony, and the many loose worms were suddenly reduced to mush in an instant. </p><p></p><p>Endo cast a spell of his own, and 3 of the 5 remaining zombies started to move extremely slowly.</p><p></p><p>Free of worms, Flynne plied his bow-trade; 2 arrows slammed into one zombie and killed it outright, before his third arrow practically froze the entire head of a second, shattering it as it fell to the floor. </p><p></p><p>The summoned tiger (whose skin writhed at the worms within it) and wolves assaulted the large morgh, which incredibly was brought to the floor by the attack, but clambered back to its feet despite being bitten by wolves yet again as it did so. </p><p></p><p>My magic wand fired, and another zombie collapsed, whilst a few feet away I could hear Endo’s raven familiar squawking as it flew up to Igmut, touching him with one claw.</p><p></p><p>Igmut’s form shuddered, and abruptly he was transformed. His armour and features dissolved into the form of a huge lump of acidic jelly; the tiny form of a worm dissolving abruptly at its centre.</p><p></p><p>Flynne’s arrows slammed into the largest of the undead, which suddenly collapsed, falling over a zombie as it went; Flynne was quick to capitalise as he fired a arrow into this opponent and slaying it in an instant. The wolves and tiger savaged another of the zombies. The last died an instant later as the ooze which was Igmut lashed out with a pseudopod and simply rolled over the worm-infested undead; the virulent acids contained within his form dissolved the zombie and its many worms in a matter of seconds.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 3509022, member: 5675"] Half an hour later, we sat in our lodge in the Coenoby having used several charges from healing wands to make ourselves recover from our wounds. We were about to discuss what our next plans were, as Endo flipped idly though his spellbook muttering something about “dwarves” whilst grinning most unpleasantly. Outside, we could hear voices, plainly guards, and one of them was grumbling to the other. “It’s just so difficult to keep Madtooth’s cage cold,” complained the voice. I looked up sharply at the others, and then sauntered outside, stretching. The two guards were friendly enough, although plainly on duty and reluctant to discuss things in depth. I did manage to turn the conversation around to the dwarven berserkers, who were something of a ‘house team’, having been trained by the arena’s guard captain. They were well known for fighting with flaming swords of purest adamantine and shields, together with finely-wrought chainmail. The next round, they offered, always saw one team fighting a terrible monster, but they wouldn’t be permitted to give me any details. With Endo’s help, a large gemstone swapped hands, and the guardsman admitted that it was a frost salamander; a creature the size of a small house which radiates a deadly cold effect, but was deeply vulnerable to fire. Their tongues loosened by the bribe, they were also prepared to talk about Raknian, who they described as ‘a good guy’. One of the two dimly recorded Lahaka as a talented artist who may have been sleeping with Raknian, but she was rumoured to have skipped town immediately after the games. Raknian also cleared the ghouls out to the south, together with a group of others (including his now guard captain). The tailored stone was then placed over a flooded cavern to stop the ghouls getting out. The stone lay within the southernmost part of the Coenoby, a dilapidated area known as the ‘Titan’s House’, largely buried under tonnes of rubble, but a 10 foot tall alabaster statue known as ‘the Titan’ remained. .oOo. Having bidden the guards farewell, we headed to the Titan’s House ourselves. The plug of stone was perfectly plain to see, buried under ten feet of water. Looking around, we headed back for our evening meal, before equipping and returning. After several minutes of efforts with ropes and levers, we heaved the plug free from the water which immediately all but drained away down the hole. Clearly, the rumours of the chambers beneath having been flooded had been greatly exaggerated. To be safe, however, Igmut cast a spell which he assured us would let us breathe under the water; we then leapt into the deep, pausing only to heave the stone slab shut behind us. When we pulled ourselves out of the freezing water, we found ourselves in a narrow tunnel, down which Flynne crept silently. He returned with a report, and a grimace. He was holding his nose against a stench which crept around the corridor, coming from 9 or 10 shuffling and rotting figures at the end of the corridor. After Igmut had fashioned us rough masks of water-soaked cloth, we set off down the corridor with Flynne preceding us. As he reached the edge of the room, there was an abrupt cessation in the groans. Silently, the stinking ghoul-like creatures lurched towards Flynne with an alarming speed. They slashed at him with claws and opened their jaws wide to try and bite lumps out of him, but the nimble elf was too quick for them. Igmut piled in with his spear, driving it into the closest stinking ghoul as Flynne slashed around him with his enchanted sword. I moved as close as I could bear given the terrible smell, and started to blast at the undead with a magical wand, firing pairs of missiles into them whilst Malachite summoned a clutch of earth elementals and Sheba crashed into the fray, tearing apart one of the ghouls; in return, their clawed fingers scraped down Flynne’s new mithril buckler and Igmut’s heavy armour. Behind me, I could hear Endo muttering. “Too nimble, the teeth too pronounced, and the skin-tone shows sign of a prolonged diet of… Guys, these are ghasts, not ghouls!” Almost immediately, Igmut’s spear brought one low, but he was rapidly surrounded by other creatures and forced to draw his greatsword and defend himself. Flynne leapt away from this fray, firing his bow as he did so; almost immediately, he was charged by three more of the ghasts. More magic blasted from my wand, and the ghast closest to me collapsed to the floor under the assault. Bitten to the neck, Sheba kept on fighting, and across the room from me, two of the elementals flanked a ghast and pummelled it until it collapsed to the floor. Beset on all sides by the biting and clawing ghasts, Flynne was bitten on the arm, and almost immediately he stiffened. Teeth and claws continued to scrape off his armour as the three ghasts tried their best to find an exposed area of skin to tear and rip at. One of the creatures tore a small chunk of skin from his leg and chomped down on it, a sudden and dreamy look on his face as it swallowed. Using his crossbow instead of his magic (having prepared his selection of spells that morning, Endo was ready for human opponents and not the undead), Endo shot a ghast through the throat, but it kept on fighting. Shouldering his way through the ghasts, Igmut dashed up to Flynne and cast a spell which freed him instantly of the paralysis. The fight began to turn, as elementals and Sheba each crushed their opponents. Flynne and Igmut were still beset by foes, although rocky elementals were gliding at Malachite’s direction to help them, and the ghasts seemed largely unable to find any exposed flesh to tear at. Restored and able to move, Flynne dashed backwards and fired his bow once again, and his target fell to the floor, where it was crushed underfoot by one of the squat elementals. Malachite drew his scimitar and dashed up to assist Sheba, who was swift to claw down the offending ghast, whilst on the other side of the room the Flynne’s arrow brought down yet another. We united against the last couple of creatures, smashing and hacking at them whilst Endo and I fired crossbows at them. They fell swiftly under our combined assault, never to move again. .oOo. We looked around, and Flynne crept away up one of the two exits to the room. He returned a minute or so later, telling us of a cave with a thigh-high stream of filthy water flowing through it. He then looked up the other passage, but was holding his nose as he came back. Apparently, that way led a 300 foot wide cavern with over a dozen exits and perhaps 50 ghasts and larger creatures. We headed for the room with the river through it, and worked our way upstream until we reached an obvious end-point. From here, there was a wide filth-encrusted pipe which spilled refuse into the water, but no other exits. As Flynne went up the pipe to scout out, the rest of us looked around our surroundings. Igmut was rewarded (in a sense) when he found a severed and heavily gnawed arm, which was still wearing a gauntlet which glowed to my eyes with magic. We experimented with the item, to learn that it could be used to dissolve metals at a command. .oOo. When Flynne dropped the rope, we were happy to leave the slimy cave and head up to a room of shaped stones and bricks, in a room which was clearly used to dispose of refuse. Ugly bloodstains marred the stone at the top of the pipe. Endo consulted his compass, and swore to us that we were now in a series of passages directly beneath Raknian’s palace building. We headed up the corridor, but the instant we opened the door at the far end of it, we were assaulted by a group of three lumbering undead, each of them dripping with worms. We slammed the door and discussed our plans. Grinning, I reached behind me and pulled out a new item – a carved wooden staff approximately 4 feet in length. We counted to ten, and heaved the door open as I triggered the magic contained within the staff, and a horrendous ball of fire blossomed in the room, crisping the worm-infested zombies in an instant. We moved forwards to the next chamber down the corridor, which contained a decaying and empty bookshelf. To one side there lay an empty doorway, with the wood of the rotting door lying on the floor. New wooden double doors were to the north, and Flynne (sneaking a subtle look through the door) told us that there were 6 more worm-infested zombies together with some larger undead creature lumbering around the room beyond. We set off down the side passage first, but this did not take long. A short walk to a room containing a broken down piece of ancient machinery which, Endo declared, used to be a water pump which would have filled the drains. There was still a two foot wide pipe, down which we could hear a faint humming noise. In an instant, Malachite transformed himself into a rat and skittered off down the tunnel. Upon his return, he explained to us that there was a spongy wall of force blocking off the pipe, but that he could see a gigantic grub resting yet pulsating with an ever-growing power and menace. Raknian had already created a zombie-making death-worm from the Apostolic Scrolls. .oOo. The two heavy wooden doors crashed open as Flynne kicked them, and we gripped our weapons tightly as a sudden wave of fear and stench rolled over us. Whining, Sheba bolted down the passageway and we could hear a crash as she leapt into the pipe and slid swiftly out of sight and out of reach. The zombies lumbered forwards as Flynne fired and Igmut swung at them; missing. They didn’t try to smash at Igmut, but instead seemed to reach out and try to just touch him. Both of the closest didn’t manage to touch him, however; but we did see in horror that they held wriggling worms in their outstretched fingers. From a little further back, a third zombie threw a fistful of the worms at Flynne, and they landed all around him, mostly pattering to the ground. Two of the worms, however, landed on him and started to crawl over his armour. The largest of the undead approached, and we realised that it didn’t have any worms on it at all, but that its torso and head were crammed with a long purple tube, which lolled out of the skeletal head like a gruesome tongue; tipped with a snapping jaw. Its huge fist slammed down at Igmut, crashing against his braced shield. More worms were thrown at the half-orc, with a couple of them landing on his shoulder-plate where they immediately started to crawl towards the seam where his helmet met his shoulder-plates. I began to sing, hoping that my song would help Flynne and Igmut resist the worms before they touched their skin; Flynne ignored the tiny crawling creature, and his bow sang as it killed one of the zombies with frost-rimed arrows. Igmut also ignored the worms, and struck the large undead (which Endo muttered was a ‘morgh’ – and he sounded alarmed as he said this). As his sword slammed home, he triggered the magics stored within the heavy blade, and a huge light burst out, burning the monster terribly. It screamed in pain and the dim light in its eyes blazed with fury, the purple ‘tongue’ writhing. A second heavy blow left the creature staggered, but not yet nearing death. Suddenly both Flynne and Igmut yelled in pain as the worms found exposed flesh and bit deeply, wriggling in under the skin. Thin lines showed that the worms were headed upwards, and the two at Igmut’s neck seemed to be trying to find a way to penetrate his skull and get at his brain. Bellowing in frustration, Igmut fumbled at his belt for a knife and shouted “remove them – a spell to get rid of diseases should do it!” As they fought to extricate themselves from combat to better remove the worms, more of the tiny writhing creatures were thrown by zombies, missing both of the two fighters as another zombie punched Igmut in the chestplate. At Malachite’s summoning spell, a tiger larger and bulkier than Sheba appeared inside the room and charged at the biggest of the undead, clawing and biting at it. It responded by continuing its assault of Igmut, slamming his shield again before the ‘tongue’ shot out and clamped itself around Igmut’s throat. As Flynne stepped back, I moved up to him, pulling a magical ring from my bag and expelling its stored spell into him. Instantly, the worms stopped moving, and I was able to pull their limp bodies out of the holes in his side before they vanished completely inside him. Endo dumped the contents of one of his flasks of holy water on the worms which were even now crawling over his armour. The holy water had no effect whatsoever. Flynne slapped at them, and both were squashed instantly under his fist. Igmut stabbed himself in the back of the head with his belt knife, pulling out the mangled body of one worm. Suddenly, however, he started to yell in pain as the remaining worm found a gap and vanished into his skull. And he didn’t have the means of removing it as the creature began to feast. .oOo. At the back of the room, the tiger was swiftly littered with worms which were thrown at it and left on it by a punch from one of the zombies. 3 more zombies threw yet more worms at Igmut, who still had worms crawling on him from seconds earlier. His armour was swiftly littered with the tiny writhing creatures. 4 wolves materialised, tearing and biting at zombies and the morgh. The frenzied biting and tearing managed to trip one of the zombies, which fell to the floor shaking loose yet more of the worms. Seeing so many of the worms both on the floor and covering Igmut, I resorted to a desperate ploy, casting a spell which boomed a resounding noise around Igmut. Small pieces of flesh fell from the zombies in the cacophony, and the many loose worms were suddenly reduced to mush in an instant. Endo cast a spell of his own, and 3 of the 5 remaining zombies started to move extremely slowly. Free of worms, Flynne plied his bow-trade; 2 arrows slammed into one zombie and killed it outright, before his third arrow practically froze the entire head of a second, shattering it as it fell to the floor. The summoned tiger (whose skin writhed at the worms within it) and wolves assaulted the large morgh, which incredibly was brought to the floor by the attack, but clambered back to its feet despite being bitten by wolves yet again as it did so. My magic wand fired, and another zombie collapsed, whilst a few feet away I could hear Endo’s raven familiar squawking as it flew up to Igmut, touching him with one claw. Igmut’s form shuddered, and abruptly he was transformed. His armour and features dissolved into the form of a huge lump of acidic jelly; the tiny form of a worm dissolving abruptly at its centre. Flynne’s arrows slammed into the largest of the undead, which suddenly collapsed, falling over a zombie as it went; Flynne was quick to capitalise as he fired a arrow into this opponent and slaying it in an instant. The wolves and tiger savaged another of the zombies. The last died an instant later as the ooze which was Igmut lashed out with a pseudopod and simply rolled over the worm-infested undead; the virulent acids contained within his form dissolved the zombie and its many worms in a matter of seconds. [/QUOTE]
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