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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4112936" data-attributes="member: 16069">Heal? No, of course not. Heal? What are you even thinking? Healing is for wimps. Life for the Lost Boys is lived round by round, besides they're all second level now and therefore invulnerable to all hurt.Well, almost...Turn 8.5: Oh-Oh we’re in trouble.And it all kicks off.“Incoming.” Grand Alf screams and crouches.FWOPThe huge tree frog leaps into the fray, and lands on top of Bernard crushing the Bugbear Zombie to the floor.“Marthta it hurth uth…”Bernard grapples with the amphibian, lashed by the giant frog’s sticky tongue.“Get up Bernard, it’s so unseemly.” Saradomin doesn’t even spare his undead servitor a glance.“Aaaaaggghhh. Plants, dirty filthy nature.”Grand Alf tries to wrench himself free as the wan grass surrounding the Sorcerer springs to life and grips tight to his lower limbs, he’s entangled.“THE SPADEINATOR.”FWUMPGrand Alf lets loose with his Staff of Earth Moving, which accomplishes little, the grass springs back up after its brief flattening.Dartamor back peddles out of the plants grip, brings his bow out and round in a smooth manoeuvre, notches an arrow and lets it fly.FWUNCHThe giant frog is sent spinning away, almost dead in an instant.Dartamor’s arrow rips a huge gout out of the giant frogs flesh. The creature rights itself slowly and then stands statue still, all the while bleeding profusely.Saradomin and Aleso share a look, nod.“God bless you Aleso.” Saradomin states.“May Pelor’s light keep you safe.” Aleso replies.The pair get very close, they’re going to…“I love you”, Aleso whispers.“I know.” Saradomin states.They turn back to face their foe.Ahead of the pair Sir Bradford, the Gulthias Tree’s first supplicant, staggers into life, like some mad wind-up toy, the affected Paladin lurches forward to meet the holy pair, swishing and swatting his longsword- which lights up glowing orange, he clearly means business.To the left of the first supplicant is the second, Sharwyn, the last of the Hucrele kids, she too stutters into life, her hands dance in the air as she incants.And between the pair the Outcast, wand still in hand, giggles and frolics.“You will serve as compost then, your blood will be used to slake the great trees thirst, you will be…”“Oh shut up will you- you’re mad, potty. Just pack it in with the narration will you… it’s putting me right off.” Grand Alf gets back to fighting the clawing vines that hold him down. “And cut this bloody grass.” “Aaaaaargh. Bloody plants- I hate them.” The Sorcerer’s going nowhere.Dartamor meanwhile has other worries, he spills his bow and quick draws his rapier, a trio of Twig Blights rush towards him and battle is joined. The Rogue is quickly scratched and clawed, minor blows, nothing to be frightened of, and yet… he feels weak, his strength drained- the Blights poisonous sap courses through him.Bernard meanwhile lurches to his feet, the giant frog still hasn’t moved, it looks weak- the Bugbear Zombie stumbles over to the huge amphibian.It still doesn’t move.Bernard smashes the thing, which in the same instant attempts to leap away, alas it’s too slow, and too broken inside- the Giant Frog is beyond hope, it’s turned to mush.“For Bert, may his Holy magnificence guide my Holy weapon of Holyness.”Saradomin screams and charges forward, straight into the supplicant Paladin.SWIPEAnd is cut down in a flash, the Priest falls to the cavern floor and clutches at the wound, “Aaaarrrgghh medic, medic, MEDIC- I NEED A HEALER.”A little later he will remember that he is the healer.Jerky leaps into the way of the supplicant Paladin as he continues his rush.“Not so fast, St. Cuthbert…”The enchanted armoured Paladin casts Jerky in shadow.GULP“Have you heard the good news, St. Cuthbert loves us all…”The first supplicant thinks about this new information for a little while, about a third of a second, and then swings- Jerky dances back, then rushes in- battle is joined and the Gnome is holding his own.Which just leaves…The mighty Paladin of Pelor, Aleso, stumbles to a halt, his charge and attack thwarted by… a girl, scratch that- a beautiful woman, she looks angry, she looks sexy when she’s angry.“I’m err… that is… by Pelor they’re big ones.”Sharwyn, the last of the Hucrele’s, grins and winks-FWUNKAnd fires a bolt of magical energy into Aleso’s midriff.The Paladin stumbles back clutching at his gut, then staggers back towards the grinning, even sexier, Hucrele.“I’m sorry I meant the apples, on the tree, behind you… they’re very big ones.”Sharwyn turns to look behind her, following Aleso’s gaze.THWACK“Sucker, I mean sorry miss.”Aleso connects with her head with a wild haymaker, teeth scatter and the young woman folds.“Pelor bless me for I have sinned.”The Paladin giggles, stares hard at the Outcast, and then hears Jerky’s scream.Next Turn: From bad to verse.</blockquote>

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