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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3520925" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #395] Showdown in Spiney Wood[/PLAIN]"I know your tricks, wizard, and they won't fool me..." Ayremac hissed, fixing his eyes on one of the shifting images. His duplicates smirked evilly and stared right back."We'll see," they all seemed to reply and began moving their respective hands through the motions of a spell.Shamalin beat him to it, however. Brandishing her holy symbol at the myriad versions of Ayremac taunting them from the tree line, she shouted, "Veneficium dispelle!" and stabbed a targeted Dispel Magic into them. She felt some of the spells hold under her assault, but Mage Armor and Mirror Image crumpled at once. And suddenly there was only one Ayremac staring at them from the shadows with a stunned look on his face. His form still flickered strangely as if unsure where his place was in reality.Ayremac - the real one - beat his wings and took to the air, flying at the mage who had stolen his face. Windblade was a barely visible swirl of vapor in his hand and he drove the weapon forward as he charged. The attack was hasty, however, and the strike failed to connect."What kind of spells you got there, rat boy?" Huzair asked as he sent three Magic Missiles into the Ayremac clone. The enemy hissed in pain and flinched back. Standing a moment later, he'd held forth his fist displaying a ring with a glittering diamond set into it."Well, I do have this little stone chipped from the walls of Shra'kt'lor," he grinned and spoke a Word of Chaos.The effect was instantaneous and devastating. Ayremac, who was hovering in the air nearby heard the Word and felt his mind begin to spiral off into a void of madness. But he was able to shrug it off, only his gods-granted resistance to spells saving him from insanity. Morier and Shamalin, who were the next closest felt the power of that single Word slam into their heads like an ogre's maul; they staggered back, deafened with blood running freely from their ears. Huzair heard the Word and thought it sounded vaguely familiar, like a sound from a half-remembered lullaby his mother might have sung to him once upon a time. Beside him, Ixin roared in pain, dropping to her knees and clutching her bleeding ears. Karak was furthest away and he scoffed at the power of magic even as a rain of dead birds and small woodland animals toppled down from the trees to litter the campsite with corpses.Karak dodged amongst the slain squirrels and chipmunks and moved toward the evil wizard who had invoked such dark power. The mage had retreated further into the woods, however, and he wouldn't reach him before the spellcaster had a chance to act again.Shamalin looked up and saw blood shining wet and bright against the papery white skin of Morier's head and neck. Ignoring the horrible roaring hiss that filled her own head she poured a Cure Moderate Wounds into the albino undoing most of the damage the opening lightning bolt had done to him.Ayremac came at his doppleganger again and drove Windblade at his head. This time the strike was on target, but still it hit only empty air as his sword passed through the spot where his evil twin appeared to be... but really wasn't.Huzair stepped closer and dropped a Snowball Swarm on both Ayremacs, enjoying the experience perhaps more than an ally really ought to. They both cried out in pain and alarm, but the Ayremac in the brown robes had clearly suffered worse than the real one. He stepped back five feet and cast a spell, vanishing immediately from sight.Ixin got awkwardly to her feet, shaking off the lingering effects of the Word of Chaos. A growl of frustration escaped her lips as she sought an enemy who wasn't there.Karak plowed into the underbrush, aiming at the spot he'd last seen Ayremac's double. His waraxe flashed around in the shadows, but he encountered nothing."What? What was that?" Shamalin gasped, her face contorted as the deafening roar in her head dropped to a desperate ringing."I'd say it was the elf that Ayremac described," Huzair told her, nudging a large fat red squirrel with his toe. "My theory is that he polymorphed and followed Ayremac to us." The mage lit a cigar and glared at Ayremac, shouting, "Nice job leading him back here, by the way."The holy warrior was at Karak's side beating the bush to find their elusive adversary. He looked up at the sound of Huzair's cry and yelled back, "He's gone! There's no sign of him!" Huzair grimaced."Great..." he murmured."Ocuir-arctaos, Huzair," Ixin said. He turned and saw that she was crouched over something lying on the ground beside their campfire. She probed it with one of her scimitars, flipping the little thing over. "Detoimixin. Odoshen sartoma."Huzair stepped over and bent to look at the thing she'd found. It was small, no bigger than a human's index finger, but with a large multi-facetted ball at one end and a tangled mass of tendrils trailing from the opposite. The wizard shook his head. "Odoshen ominak-sartoma," he said and stood. In common he added. "I've never seen anything like it before."</blockquote>

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