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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2936449" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #347a] Reinforcements[/PLAIN]Ayremac took the momentary pause to swipe his weapon through the air once, then again quickly, scrutinizing it and testing its weight. The surface of the spiked ball at the end of the weapon was pitted and scarred. Most of the points had been reduced to misshapen nubs. Regardless, it continued to stubbornly shed pale light, the magical enchantment on the weapon undaunted by the acid damage."My morningstar is almost useless... if it takes any more damage it will be ruined." the holy warrior said with a discouraging tone."Ravager hasn't fared very well either," Morier complained. He stuck the bastard sword into Lela's Flaming Sphere to burn away the remnants of corrosive slime on the blade and then examined it critically. It was in much better shape than Ayremac's little morningstar being both more solidly constructed and more heavily enchanted. He quickly cast Mending on the weapon and frowned; it was going to take a number of castings to bring the bastard sword back to prime condition.*"Oy! My axe has a smudge on it!" Karak bellowed, regarding the nearly-pristine blade with concern. Both Morier and Ayremac gave him a disapproving look."I might be able to call on Flor's blessing to Make your weapon Whole," Shamalin suggested and without waiting for consent she reached out and touched the holy warrior's weapon. It's glow flared at her touch, growing briefly bright enough to make them all squint. When it had faded, the weapon was in perfect condition."Thank you," Ayremac said, his spirits quickly rallied. "I think this is the time to forge ahead. We need to take this demon down while it is wounded.""Is * what * think * thing *? A *-mon?" Huzair stuttered, blinking in and out of reality."Before we rush off to find this thing we have to address the fact that our most powerful weapons and even Lela's spells did almost nothing to the creature," Shamalin cautioned. "Plus, couldn't it see Huzair even when he was invisible?""But why else would it retreat unless it felt in danger? Ayremac countered. "It is either going for reinforcements or to heal. Let us move in to the room and see what we find. If we are overwhelmed we retreat to the hallway and reassess. But whatever we decide we should move quickly. We're wasting our advantage.""We * hurt *," Huzair sputtered. "If * is * sum-* creat-*, then-""Huzair!" Lela cried out, annoyed with the mage's unintelligible speech. "We can't understand you when you're flickering like that! It didn't save you from getting hurt it just impedes our ability to communicate with you during battle."Of course Huzair heard something closer to: "Hu-*! We * un-*-stand * when * fli-*-ing * that!" And anyway, he was a bit distracted by what he kept glimpsing every time he went ethereal and wasn't really paying attention to the sprite's words.The mage knew that the Ethereal Plane was coexistant with the Prime. Every wizard who'd ever become intangible had shunted his mass to this other realm which was the home of ghosts and other beings both invisible and immaterial to those on the Prime. Prior to acquiring the Ring of Blinking back in Miller's Pond, Huzair's experience with the Plane had been purely academic; he'd studied it, but hadn't really ever expected to visit it. All that had changed now, and every time he Blinked he saw that portion of the Ethereal that overlaid this place. It was very disconcerting, especially to one unused to the experience.The solid things that he was familiar with on the Prime - his companions, the walls and floor of the corridor - were all rendered wraithlike, silent and insubstantial when he jaunted to the Ethereal. More disturbing were the things that seemed solid on the other plane but that he couldn't see at all on the Material and it took him much longer than he thought it should to suss out the flickering slices of visual input. There was a gaunt shadowy form that might have been the demon creature they'd fought, but it was some distance away, only dimly visible through the hazy fog of intervening walls. He couldn't see it at all when he wasn't briefly ethereal since those same walls were solid rock on the Prime.As distracting as all of that was, it couldn't hold his attention when the pair of small, distorted figures appeared, fluttering through the air of the phantom Ethereal hallway. He'd never seen their like before although their general form - equipped with horns and tails and wings and spines - screamed: DEMON!. They were disturbingly asymmetrical as if some insane creator had randomly taken limbs and features from a dozen disparate creatures and pressed them into a new shape to make these particular monstrosities. They were small - little bigger than a halfling in size - but that did nothing to make them seem any less threatening.The lead creature, whose head resembled a flattened disk of brown wax, opened its jaw wide like a snake eager to swallow a mouse, and vomited a glob of acid at the mage. The blob struck Huzair full in the chest despite his Blinking and drew forth a stuttering cry of pain as it burned through his warcaster's armor and into the flesh beneath.An instant later both things shifted from the Ethereal Plane to the Prime appearing less than a dozen paces from The Order.----------------------------*I've house-ruled Mending to repair one point of damage per casting to any weapon or armor provided it's still in one piece. Sort of the Object equivalent of Cure Minor Wounds.</blockquote>

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