Plane Sailing
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Again our heroes press the attack against the foul creature, but to add insult to injury it doesn’t even bother to fight back. Trajan manages to land a critical hit, but the result is a mere scratch. Once again it releases a cloud of spores which start to burrow into Anne-Marie, although all the previous spores are sloughing off Trajan, unable to find root because of the holiness Asura has embedded in his soul. Anne-Marie is not so fortunate, and still weak from the earlier poisoning by Henwen, she is starting to succumb.
“I think you are going to have to watch your little friend die” gloats Cuckoo. “I’m getting tired of this little dance though. Toodle-oo!” And with that, he vanishes, in a puff of sulphurous smoke, leaving smoking footprints.
Anne-Marie collapses on the ground, nearly covered by the horrible fungus tendrils sprouting all over her body. Trajan kneels beside her and thrusts his hands into the morass of tendrils. “Asura, by your name heal this woman! Remove this foul infection I beseech you!”.
The healing power of Asura flows though his arms and into Anne-Maries limp body, and the tendrils dry up and blow away. A glow continues to surround Trajan’s hands and Asura’s power brings Anne-Marie back from the edge of consciousness. The demon had just been toying with them and has now travelled to cause mischief elsewhere. Anne-Marie looks at Saithnars impotent frost rapier with a measure of disgust. “I thought YOU were supposed to be magic” she grumbles.
They move a little way deeper into the forest and camp for the night, to pray and prepare their assault on the village tomorrow.
“I think you are going to have to watch your little friend die” gloats Cuckoo. “I’m getting tired of this little dance though. Toodle-oo!” And with that, he vanishes, in a puff of sulphurous smoke, leaving smoking footprints.
Anne-Marie collapses on the ground, nearly covered by the horrible fungus tendrils sprouting all over her body. Trajan kneels beside her and thrusts his hands into the morass of tendrils. “Asura, by your name heal this woman! Remove this foul infection I beseech you!”.
The healing power of Asura flows though his arms and into Anne-Maries limp body, and the tendrils dry up and blow away. A glow continues to surround Trajan’s hands and Asura’s power brings Anne-Marie back from the edge of consciousness. The demon had just been toying with them and has now travelled to cause mischief elsewhere. Anne-Marie looks at Saithnars impotent frost rapier with a measure of disgust. “I thought YOU were supposed to be magic” she grumbles.
They move a little way deeper into the forest and camp for the night, to pray and prepare their assault on the village tomorrow.