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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2780263" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #330] Something Rotten in the Floxen[/PLAIN]Demetrius Wyverneye had always feared that he was something of a disappointment to his father. The elder Wyverneye spent his early years as an Archer of the Green, but the son disdained the longbow in favor of melee. Demetrius always felt that a bit of the reason his father founded the Wyverneye School was to provide them with a shared experience. And what an experience it was! Borrowing a bit from the Three Thunders style and influenced heavily by the falchion work taught at the Kurshwan Academy, Arwold Wyverneye's One Hit, One Kill style provided Demetrius with everything he could want from battle. It was quick and dangerous and undeniably effective.At least it typically was... Today - as the younger Wyverneye darted forward, putting all of his not-inconsiderable strength behind the sword stroke - was not a typical day. He had been burned horribly by the mutant's unlikely acid attack and the pain was sufficient to throw off his own attack. The greatsword split the air beside Constable Taunen-baum, missing its target by over a foot.Lela had been burned as well, but she was small enough and quick enough that she avoided most of the acid's damage. Still, she had seen what it had done, both to Huzair and, even worse, to the innocent bystanders. There was nothing she could do for the commoners, but she could fan the tiny spark of life that still smoldered in the wizard. "Everybody back up!" the sprite shouted at the top of her tiny lungs. "Give me some room to cast Entangle!" Then she dropped to the ground beside Huzair and channelled a little healing magic into the fallen mage.His eyelids fluttered, but he didn't rise.Nearby, Shamalin picked her way through the crowd in a determined, but unhurried pace. As a member of the Speckled Band she had faced much evil, and this was no different; it was base and horrible. So, why, she wondered, didn't this disturb her more? She felt an odd detachment from the scene, as if none of it was real, but rather some elaborate play put on for her... her what? Pleasure? No she felt none at the sight of such carnage. But neither did she feel fear or loathing as she ought. Was this a gift from Flor - strength gained from surviving the trials she'd been through? Or was it just less concern for life all around?She stepped through the oily sludge that had been a local man and looked down at Huzair. She could save him, she knew, and the voice of every teacher she'd ever had in the temple told her that it was her duty to do so. But another voice worried her as well, a voice that sounded suspiciously like her own. It cut through the cacophony in her head with a simple question:  Would it matter if he died?"Let me," the cleric said to Lela. Shamalin pushed aside her dark thoughts and reached out to the divine. Energy flowed through her and into Huzair, Curing his Serious Wounds. Lela watched with envy as Shamalin's magic did what the sprite's could not; the wizard's burned flesh sloughed off, revealing healthy ebon skin beneath.Feln tapped his hidden reserves as he'd been taught at the monastery, pushing his strength and agility beyond their normal limits through force of will. His fist struck the chaos spawn twice to devastating effect each time. And with Morier on the Constable's flank forcing the mutant to split its attention, he was able to target some particularly vulnerable parts of Taunen-baum's anatomy. The thing that had once been a man cried out in pain as the half-ogre's fists worked him over.Seizing the opportunity to Strike True, Morier slashed with Ravager. The eldritch warrior had practiced with Ledare's former blade since it was decided that he would be the weapon's new wielder, but he so far hadn't used it with his Elemental Blade ability. And he hadn't tested his Thunderstrike power in combat at all. As the blade slid hungrily into the chaos spawn's flesh, Morier channelled both of his second valance spells through the weapon and into Constable Taunen-baum.The market was filled with the deafening crack of thunder and the stench of ozone as the eldritch warrior released the raw elemental power of the storm into the mutant. Electricity danced across Taunen-baum's body and sonic energy hammered at him. Torrents of foul-smelling blood streamed from the chaos spawn's ears and nose as it swayed in place, reeling from the gruesome beating it had just received. Its tentacle relaxed, dropping Goodwife Nedhne's limp body to the ground and Karak raised his longsword to finish the thing.Huzair's Scorching Ray did the honors, however, burning a hole clear through the mutant's chest before Karak could lower his blade. The thing toppled and fell wetly to the ground."It's dead!" Lela cheered. "Good thing too. I don't really feel that good." And saying thus, she dropped to her knees and began to vomit uncontrollably.</blockquote>

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