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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2763719" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #329] Stop the Rot[/PLAIN]The sound pushed the already troubled mob closer to full on panic. A loud shout split the crowd in two. "EVERYBODY MOVE OUT!!!" Feln roared, opening a corridor down which Karak clanked, cursing as he came."Blast! What have we 'ere?" he bellowed, his voice carrying over Goodwife Nedhne's cries and the fearful mutterings of the crowd. Constable Taunen-baum - or rather what remained of him - looked up at the dwarf's approach, hesitating long enough for Karak to get close to it. "Why the Rot Queen sent us a coach full of chaos puss!" He unsheathed his magical longsword and grinned.There was nothing resembling intelligence or sanity in Constable Taunen-baum's rheumy eyes or the slack expression on his face. But he did pause to regard Karak rather than drawing to his mouth the panicked woman in his tentacle. That, at least, was something."Now listen up everyone!" Karak shouted to the gathered throng. "Don't panic! My companions and I have seen and dealt with a lot worse than this!" Morier stepped up beside him and Karak shot the eldritch warrior a sidelong glance. "Stay calm and let no one leave this circle.""I can attend to crowd control, sir dwarf," Demetrius Wyverneye said as he drew his greatsword and took a place at Morier's side."Good man," Karak muttered. "Keep everyone back and let us handle the chaos spawn." The dwarf eyed Constable Taunen-baum, ready to act if he made any threatening motion. Taunen-baum maintained his grip on Goodwife Nedhne, but didn't seem to be further injuring the woman."Feln, can you wrestle that lass free?" Karak asked out of the side of his mouth."Karak, that beast and all it has touched are cursed with disease," the half-ogre snorted. The dwarf nodded his agreement."But we all go in a swingin', she's likely to end up hurt worse than the Constable there," he replied."Constable?" Huzair asked. He squinted and recognized beneath the puss and mucous the man the chaos spawn had been. "I guess you were right, Morier. That cheese factory situation was not important enough to deal with.""Shut up!" Morier hissed at the wizard."Where does your little head pull us now, Morier?" Huzair pressed. "Do we leave this town to plague, too?""Shut up!" the eldritch warrior said again, unsheathing Ravager with a savage hiss. Karak harrumphed and eyed the spellcasters."Either of you got a shot?" asked the dwarf, keeping his gaze fixed on the chaos spawn. "Without hitting the good wife?""Of course I do," Huzair snapped indignantly all the while looking pointedly at Morier. The albino set his jaw grimly and looked away."Stop worrying about her," Feln argued, eyeing the crowd warily, realizing just how easily disease could spread here. "I think it be best to burn everything inside this circle... coach, monster... even the girl.""Feln!" Lela chirped. "How could you?!""We'll save the lass if we can," Morier added. Feln rolled his eyes."Fine!" he growled and surged suddenly forward. He tried to attack quickly, reaching in fast to wrest Goodwife Nedhne from Taunen-baum's grasp, but the chaos spawn reacted just as quickly. It swung at Feln as the half-ogre grabbed for the woman, using Goodwife Nednhe as a club to spoil Feln's grapple. The damage to the half-ogre was minimal; he'd been training himself to take a hit and keep on coming. The woman faired less well, and she swooned on the edge of unconsciousness, blood flowing freely from her smashed mouth.Morier spoke the words of a True Strike spell and moved into a position flanking Feln. Huzair opened up with a pair of Magic Missiles that swerved unerringly to strike the center mass of the chaos spawn. It let out a pained cry but seemed little injured by the spell."For the Fallen!" Karak bellowed, the battle cry heralding his charge. He clanked forward, stepping between Feln and Morier and slashing mightily with his longsword. The chaos spawn defended itself well, using the semi-conscious Goodwife as a human shield and forcing Karak to abort his attack. The dwarf's enchanted blade skittered uselessly off Taunen-baum's chitinous shoulder.In retaliation, the former Constable opened his jaws impossibly wide, a wet, unholy sound bubbling from its cavernous maw for the instant before it vomitted a cone of diseased vitriol over Karak, Huzair, Lela, Demetrius and a half-dozen commoners in the crowd.Guided by the hand of his goddess, Karak evaded the noisome cone entirely and Lela's spritely reflexes allowed her to avoid the worst of it. Huzair, Demetrius and the hapless citizenry weren't nearly so lucky. The mage was horribly burned and dropped in shock without even screaming. Demetrius maintained his feet, but the majority of his skin had been melted off his body and it seemed to be willpower alone that kept him from collapsing. The few commoners who had been in the area of effect were reduced to little more than sizzling puddles of flesh.</blockquote>

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