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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 4231843" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Chapter 43</p><p></p><p>STONE, STEEL, AND FLESH</p><p></p><p></p><p>Dar’s sweeping gaze locked onto his sword, its bare blade glittering faintly as it caught up the light of his torch, which had fallen not far from where the weapon had finally come to rest. Unfortunately, there was the small matter of the charging stone treant between him and it. </p><p></p><p>Still, he growled a challenge as he pushed himself back up to his feet, trying to ignore the agony in his battered body, and the weight of his heavy armor that tried to drag him back down to the floor. There was no way he was going to stand up to the treant’s charge, not based on the pounding he’d already absorbed from it, but at least he was going to die on his feet. </p><p></p><p>But then a flood of healing power flowed into him, banishing the pain and tilting the odds—not quite in his favor, but at least a bit more towards balance. </p><p></p><p>A fast-approaching form seen out of the corner of his eye drew his attention. It was the monk, Selaht, his robe fluttering to the ground behind him as he slipped out of it on the run. The monk’s body was like iron covered in leather, his skin marked with a half-dozen intricate tattoos that ran across his chest and down his long arms to his fists. Dar wasn’t sure how he’d gotten past the violent exchange taking place near the entrance of the chamber; he could see bodies flying, and hear the shouts of his companions as they took the fight to the second treant. But there was no time to see more; his foe was almost upon him. </p><p></p><p>“The sword!” he yelled, but Selaht was already bending down in mid-stride, and without breaking the pace of his charge he seized the hilt of <em>Justice</em> and snapped the sword up, shooting it across the room toward him in a broad arc. Dar had to rush to the side to have a chance of catching it, which he realized was deliberate, so as to minimize the chance of the sword’s arc being deflected by the treant. </p><p></p><p>For all the monk’s efforts, though, the treant was closer, and it had reach. Dar saw the branch coming, and tried to duck under it, but a forest of tiny spines jutted from the end of the limb, and a dozen or more crackled loudly against his armor, knocking him back again even as they snapped off from the force of the impact. He felt a sharp wedge of pain in his side and realized that one of the spines had probably penetrated through a gap in the metal plates protecting his torso. Still, he was able to stay on his feet, and he forced his body to keep going, toward the approaching sword. He heard the sound of it rebounding off the <em>wall of force</em>, and when it hit the ground he was only a few paces away, still running, the treant shifting to pursue. </p><p></p><p>In the entryway, the rest of the companions were having a difficult time with the second treant. Kiron continued to dance in and out of the protruding tangle of roots around its legs, but while the knight had narrowly avoided several counterattacks, his reflexes and heavy armor turning devastating blows into glancing near-misses, his own strikes had made little impact upon it. Petronia had had more success with her axe, the hard adamantine of the blade strong enough to pierce the thing’s thick hide. She had seen what had happened to Aldos when he’d hurt it in the initial charge, and had thus far avoided the jets of acidic fluid that issued from the wounds in its body. Unfortunately, her attacks had also drawn the monstrosity’s full attention, and as she leapt forward to deliver another strike a sweeping branch caught her from behind, hitting her across the back of her helmet with enough force to knock her sprawling, unconscious. </p><p></p><p>On the opposite side of the creature, Qatarn had rallied Primus and Secundus to try to carve wounds in its right flank, but thus far their attacks had been ineffective. Maricela had rushed in to pull the fallen Tertius out of the thing’s reach, intending to drag him back from death’s door with magical healing, but Allera’s <em>mass heal</em> beat her to it, and the guardsman was already recovering his feet, surprised to suddenly find all of his injuries just... gone. The cleric pressed the soldier’s sword back into his hand, and invoked a blessing upon her companions, trying to think of a way that she could hurt these seemingly invincible foes with her own apparently insufficient magic. </p><p></p><p>Zethas remained in the corridor beyond the archway, plying his bow. While the Eremite had yet to miss his target, there was no indication that the shafts sticking out of the treant’s body had made any impression upon it, as none had penetrated deeper than an inch into its trunk. </p><p></p><p>Letellia had somewhat more success with her magic. The sorceress, still hovering above the ground, rose effortlessly into the air just outside the arch. She lifted her silver staff and incanted briefly. A flaring <em>lightning bolt</em> traveled from her hands and down the length of the staff, arcing into the body of the treant. Her placement had clearly been carefully intentioned, for the bolt kept on going, striking the second treant even as it lunged toward Dar for a second time. Her magic, augmented by the power of her staff, overcame the treants’ spell resistance, and left blackened traces covering their pale gray trunks. </p><p></p><p>Her attack did not go unanswered. The stone treant lifted its branches, ignoring the warriors around it, and lunged at her, almost crushing Kiron under one of its gnarled feet. Letellia calmly tried to dart under the arch to escape, but the thing caught her with a thrusting branch. Tightening its grip so that she could barely squirm, it drew back with its prize. There was a moment of hesitation that was quiet save for the noises of the warriors trying in vain to hack at its legs. </p><p></p><p>Then it lifted the branch holding the sorceress, and with its full weight behind the swing, drove her head-first toward the wall above the arch.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 4231843, member: 143"] Chapter 43 STONE, STEEL, AND FLESH Dar’s sweeping gaze locked onto his sword, its bare blade glittering faintly as it caught up the light of his torch, which had fallen not far from where the weapon had finally come to rest. Unfortunately, there was the small matter of the charging stone treant between him and it. Still, he growled a challenge as he pushed himself back up to his feet, trying to ignore the agony in his battered body, and the weight of his heavy armor that tried to drag him back down to the floor. There was no way he was going to stand up to the treant’s charge, not based on the pounding he’d already absorbed from it, but at least he was going to die on his feet. But then a flood of healing power flowed into him, banishing the pain and tilting the odds—not quite in his favor, but at least a bit more towards balance. A fast-approaching form seen out of the corner of his eye drew his attention. It was the monk, Selaht, his robe fluttering to the ground behind him as he slipped out of it on the run. The monk’s body was like iron covered in leather, his skin marked with a half-dozen intricate tattoos that ran across his chest and down his long arms to his fists. Dar wasn’t sure how he’d gotten past the violent exchange taking place near the entrance of the chamber; he could see bodies flying, and hear the shouts of his companions as they took the fight to the second treant. But there was no time to see more; his foe was almost upon him. “The sword!” he yelled, but Selaht was already bending down in mid-stride, and without breaking the pace of his charge he seized the hilt of [i]Justice[/i] and snapped the sword up, shooting it across the room toward him in a broad arc. Dar had to rush to the side to have a chance of catching it, which he realized was deliberate, so as to minimize the chance of the sword’s arc being deflected by the treant. For all the monk’s efforts, though, the treant was closer, and it had reach. Dar saw the branch coming, and tried to duck under it, but a forest of tiny spines jutted from the end of the limb, and a dozen or more crackled loudly against his armor, knocking him back again even as they snapped off from the force of the impact. He felt a sharp wedge of pain in his side and realized that one of the spines had probably penetrated through a gap in the metal plates protecting his torso. Still, he was able to stay on his feet, and he forced his body to keep going, toward the approaching sword. He heard the sound of it rebounding off the [i]wall of force[/i], and when it hit the ground he was only a few paces away, still running, the treant shifting to pursue. In the entryway, the rest of the companions were having a difficult time with the second treant. Kiron continued to dance in and out of the protruding tangle of roots around its legs, but while the knight had narrowly avoided several counterattacks, his reflexes and heavy armor turning devastating blows into glancing near-misses, his own strikes had made little impact upon it. Petronia had had more success with her axe, the hard adamantine of the blade strong enough to pierce the thing’s thick hide. She had seen what had happened to Aldos when he’d hurt it in the initial charge, and had thus far avoided the jets of acidic fluid that issued from the wounds in its body. Unfortunately, her attacks had also drawn the monstrosity’s full attention, and as she leapt forward to deliver another strike a sweeping branch caught her from behind, hitting her across the back of her helmet with enough force to knock her sprawling, unconscious. On the opposite side of the creature, Qatarn had rallied Primus and Secundus to try to carve wounds in its right flank, but thus far their attacks had been ineffective. Maricela had rushed in to pull the fallen Tertius out of the thing’s reach, intending to drag him back from death’s door with magical healing, but Allera’s [i]mass heal[/i] beat her to it, and the guardsman was already recovering his feet, surprised to suddenly find all of his injuries just... gone. The cleric pressed the soldier’s sword back into his hand, and invoked a blessing upon her companions, trying to think of a way that she could hurt these seemingly invincible foes with her own apparently insufficient magic. Zethas remained in the corridor beyond the archway, plying his bow. While the Eremite had yet to miss his target, there was no indication that the shafts sticking out of the treant’s body had made any impression upon it, as none had penetrated deeper than an inch into its trunk. Letellia had somewhat more success with her magic. The sorceress, still hovering above the ground, rose effortlessly into the air just outside the arch. She lifted her silver staff and incanted briefly. A flaring [i]lightning bolt[/i] traveled from her hands and down the length of the staff, arcing into the body of the treant. Her placement had clearly been carefully intentioned, for the bolt kept on going, striking the second treant even as it lunged toward Dar for a second time. Her magic, augmented by the power of her staff, overcame the treants’ spell resistance, and left blackened traces covering their pale gray trunks. Her attack did not go unanswered. The stone treant lifted its branches, ignoring the warriors around it, and lunged at her, almost crushing Kiron under one of its gnarled feet. Letellia calmly tried to dart under the arch to escape, but the thing caught her with a thrusting branch. Tightening its grip so that she could barely squirm, it drew back with its prize. There was a moment of hesitation that was quiet save for the noises of the warriors trying in vain to hack at its legs. Then it lifted the branch holding the sorceress, and with its full weight behind the swing, drove her head-first toward the wall above the arch. [/QUOTE]
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