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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3122838" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #363] BBEG[/PLAIN]Morier saw the position Ayremac was in and slammed his shoulder ineffectually against the barricade. Behind him Karak got to his feet, glowering at the Wall of Evil."Outta the way, lad," the dwarf growled as he lowered his head and charged. The power of the wall tugged at his will, but this time he made it passed. Rake's long arm reached out and slammed into Karak before he'd taken more than two steps, and the force of the blow made the dwarf stagger back a step."Why look, little one!" Rake cackled in mock-glee. "One of your friends has come to play! Once I'm finished with the holy warrior, dwarf, I'll-" Rake's words were suddenly cut off as Lela tossed the Silenced coin into the hallway behind him. For a few moment his lips continued to move comically, then the motion dissolved into a snarl.Ayremac used the distraction to withdraw back toward the group. He found himself unable to retreat, however - blocked by the power of Rake's spell - and he sagged against the wall, his face gone white as paper. Doggedly, he continued to mutter a constant string of prayers to Umba."Speculum effiga!" Huzair shouted as his hands moved through a series of intricate gestures. Suddenly he was surrounded by a bevy of Images whose every action Mirrored his own. He admired the nearest version of himself saying, "One of me is great and now there are five. Wow!"Rake spread his arms and they reached almost entirely across the twenty foot hallway. Still grinning maniacally, it darted in to grapple the dwarf. Karak recognized the motion at once and brought his waraxe up, slashing the foul-smelling thing once across the shoulder as it came in close.On the other side of the wall, hovered Lela. She studied the magical structure with her mystic vision, noting after a moment's study where its attachment to the Prime was weakest. She targeted that area with a powerful Dispel Magic that knifed through the eldritch energy like it wasn't even there. The threads of The Weave unravelled from that point and Ayremac staggered through the opening at once. He reached the staircase leading up to Rake's throne but collapsed on the first step, pale and breathless.Shamalin stepped up to him and could tell immediately that he had sustained unusual damage. Even so, he was still chanting low against the evil of necromantic arts as she reached him. Rectifying constitutional damage was an involved process, but she gave him what she hoped was a reassuring nod and settled in for the duration of her Restoration spell. There was no decision to be made here - something which unsettled her almost as much as the orc had.Huzair pointed his Wand of Scorch and fired a gout of flame at Rake, the fire streaking over Karak and Morier to wash over the black orc's head. Whether the magic was unable to overcome the creature's resistance to spells or Rake was simply immune to fire, the mage couldn't tell, but either way it seemed little inconvenienced by the conflagration.Rake kept glancing over its broad shoulder, backing slowly up, shuffling its feet in an odd manner. It became suddenly apparent to Karak what it was up to as it kicked out low to the floor and the sounds of battle suddenly returned. Rake grinned broadly and raised its clawed hands."Now!" it drooled, its voice like gravel being ground together inside a fist. "Now I will grant you the Queen's blessing!" It gestured and an Unholy Blight exploded in the corridor, tearing at Morier and Karak both.Morier fell back, his True Strike spoiled by the pain wracking his body, but Karak gritted his teeth and flew into a frenzy. His waraxe striking Rake in the arm and chest and thigh. Rake stepped back again, out of the dwarf's reach and back into the range of Shamalin's Silence spell.Its words were lost, but the snarled twist its mouth took on, said it all. It flicked a claw out, slicing contemptuously into Morier despite the fact that he was Blurred. The eldritch warrior's blood was hot and red, livid against his pale skin. Raising Ravager defensively, he withdrew from the battle, passing Huzair - well, five Huzairs actually since the wizard's Mirror Image spell was still in effect - and heading with equal parts reluctance and desperation for the priestess of Flor.Morier was hit. It wasn't a mortal wound, Shamalin saw as the eldritch warrior staggered back, but it followed the creature's Unholy Blight. And though Morier was clenching his teeth against requesting her aid yet again, Shamalin could tell it was needed. For the second time she found herself hesitating, and in the space of that moment an awful image came into her mind. In the vision, she was standing over Morier's body wielding the longsword that she had yet to use. It was bloody and she stared in horror at the gash in his side that she knew she had caused. Accusing eyes stared up at hers as the life drained from his body to pool around her feet.Karak's battlecry yanked her back to the present and she knelt next to the albino, consumed with guilt. He was breathing heavily, but did not look at her. Frightened, Shamalin prayed more fervently than she had in many days - begging healing for Morier and mercy for the blackness in her own heart.</blockquote>

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