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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2378059" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #313] Southward, Ho!, part 7[/PLAIN]Karak was smiling too when he saw the Entangle disrupt the enemy. He'd have to congratulate the faerie when the battle was done; she'd likely just handed them victory. Raising his axe he roared a battle cry and charged Sir Brin's position, unmindful of the clutching vegetation. Thanks to Vade's Freedom of Movement Ring, the plants just slid off of Karak's limbs as he came, not slowing him down in the least.Sir Brin met the dwarf's steely eyes as the armor-plated figure trundled toward him and managed to draw on the power of his fell patron to Corrupt his Weapon before Karak had completely closed with him. The Unholy Warrior raised his longsword, which seemed suddenly to be dripping vile, green ichor, to meet his opponent's charge and grinned darkly."You should have stayed avay, doggie," Sir Brin taunted. "Now you vill serve as an example for your cowardly friends!""Shut up an' fight!" Karak countered and swept his axe upward in a vast arc of death. Sir Brin expertly deflected the blow with his shield and slashed outward with his longsword forcing Karak to give ground to avoid the defiled weapon. Karak wasn't expecting the second attack Sir Brin drove at him on the back swing, but still managed to deflect it with his waraxe. Barely.Ledare turned away from the combat - there was no way she could help Karak. She wasn't sure how it was that he was able to avoid the clutching plants, but she didn't like her own chances if she got too close. So she instead turned her attention on the archer she had spotted earlier. She was firing inexpertly at Karak despite the dwarf's closeness to her ally. Not that Sir Brin was in any danger from friendly fire, apparently; the archer wasn't landing a shot anywhere near the melee.Ledare stepped up to her invisibly, mindful of her gently clinking armor. The archer was too busy cursing her own inaccuracy to hear the Janissary and Ledare quickly put the woman out of her own misery. As she crumpled beneath Ravager, Ledare turned to see a few determined warriors muscling their way toward the perimeter of the Entangle spell's area of effect. The one in the lead cried out suddenly as Huzair plied his Wand of Aganazzar's Scorcher and caught the man squarely in the chest. He fell and was dragged down by the clinging grasses.Feln stepped up to the edge of the entangling plants and reached in to deliver a pair of surgically-precise blows to the chest of the next opponent to come near. The half-ogre's huge fists stove in the man's breastplate, crushing the ribs beneath and sending the hapless man sagging, lifeless, down into the writhing plants.Lela was gleefully sprinkling pinches of faerie dust over those unfortunates grappled by her spell. So far, she'd tried some powdered Deeper Slumber without any success, but she was quite pleased to see one of the warriors below swaying mindlessly in the grip of her Confusion Dust. The three pouches of dust were - without a doubt - her greatest find; well worth the effort she'd had to go to at Market to wrangle some of the stuff from the bogies there.Well, her elvencraft shortbow was pretty special too. And the Ten'Venielle were a lot easier to bargain with than anyone in FaerieLand. So maybe it was her greatest find.Not to discount the specialness of her leafweave armor. It was the only armor that she felt-Morier's frustrated cry cut suddenly through the faen's rambling thoughts. She looked up to see him struggling with three opponents. There was blood on his armor,  but none on his sword.Morier felt the magic drain from him without discharging and he bellowed angrily. He'd used his highest valence - his only spell of the Second Circle - to power his Elemental Blade hoping to take out one of the archers with a single blow. It was a dangerous gambit, one born perhaps of overconfidence, but he was approaching the nearest archer unawares. The man's unprotected back loomed large in front of him. How could he miss?He missed and the electricity released harmlessly into the ground instead of into his opponent. The man dropped his bow and drew a dagger in one fluid motion, and then showed Morier the proper way to stab an enemy. He drove the short blade into the albino's thigh before the elf could do much more than register the weapon's prescence. Morier took a painful step back and raised his greatsword, clipping the man's shoulder as he drew a bastard sword from its sheathe. There was little force behind the blow, however and it did nothing to dissuade the man from bringing the blade to bear."Omuull, remember Master Re'esh's lessons," a second warrior said as he came to his ally's defense with sword and dagger drawn. He moved to flank the Eldritch Warrior and Morier realized at once that he was in serious jeopardy."You're tough, dwarf! I'll give you zat!" Sir Brin laughed as his blade struck heavily against the side of Karak's helm. "Zat vill make your death all ze sweeter vhen you fall beneath my sword!" Karak growled in response and took a tactical step back, knowing full well that Sir Brin was rooted to the spot by the Entangle. He dropped his waraxe and drew his light crossbow. He didn't use the weapon much, but kept it for sentimental reasons; he and his brother had found it in a haunted monastery and it had belonged to Malak until his death."Ah! You show your true colors at last, eh?" the blackguard laughed mockingly. "You're as much a coward as zese dogs you run viz, dwarf!" His words dripped confidence, but there was a look of panic in his eyes as he renewed his efforts to struggle free of the vegetation.Karak fired point blank into Sir Brin's chest, but the bolt skittered harmlessly off the unholy warrior's heavy plate armor. He was reloading when Lela called down to him from above. "Look!" she pointed across the square. "Morier's in trouble!"The elf was getting ravaged and there was nothing he could do. Feln was more than 100 feet away and separated from Morier by the vast expanse of the Entangle spell. He'd never get to him in time to prevent the inevitable.. but he had to try. He remembered well, Ledare's cautioning words about protecting Morier and the compass in his head.Drawing on decades of discipline, the martial artist tapped into his inner reserves, triggering a burst of speed and coordination. He put both to work, tumbling his bulk improbably around the few combatants still up on his side of the battlefield before heading as fast as he could to help Morier.He just hoped he was in time.</blockquote>

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