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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Primus" data-source="post: 2627005" data-attributes="member: 16837">The wolf spun about, snapping at Boromar confusedly, even as it watched leerily over its back at Vhir.* * * * *Johan was bolstered by Midian's entering the fray and the flow of natural magic that seemed to be radiating from the druid.  However, one of moldering corpses struck out with its powerful fists.  Johan brought his sword up to defend, cutting a rather large chunk of the creature's limb but the undead monstrosity didn't even seem to notice.  Johan crumpled to the deck as the creature's fist slammed into his skull, a sharp crack resounding through the cabin.  And then suddenly there was a mass of flapping wild feathers in the cabin, flailing its powerful claws against the zombie even as the creatures began moving towards Midian.[sblock]Johan, yer at -3.  This round gimme a Fort save[/sblock]* * * * * * *The skeleton Tel attacked swung, bringing its claws up and catching him in the chest.  The monster's sharp fingers failed to find purchase, however, rebounding off the warrior's armor.There was a bright explosion off to Tel's side.  Giphil was sitting there, a thin rod of wood clutched in his hand.  "Bony bastard," he muttered, wiping bone chips off of himself even as he struggled to his feet.* * * * * * Sool began muttering powerful words, words that Whisper had never heard before.  The mists that enshrouded the ship began to move away, a bubble of clear air appearing on deck.  The chill of death that had pervaded the bones of all the crew was banished with the mist.  From her vantage point, under the light of the grey sun that managed to shine through the cloud, Whisper could see Vhir and Boromar battling the skeleton as well as Teivel and Giphil versus the one remaining skeleton.  About a dozen other shambling monsters were in combat with crew members and, at least one crew man was lying in a pool of his own blood.  And then there was the other thing.Whisper spotted it first.  Three hundred feet off the starboard side, an airship hung menacingly like a vulture.  Every surface of the ship was unpainted and rotted and the elemental ring shone with a horrid black light (an impressive feat; glowing black that is).  Sool was still locked in concentration even as the Captain called out "Get down men!  Archers!"* * * *The barrage of arrows that rained down on the deck of the Sympatico thumped ominously as each arrow hit the deck (or their targets at the same time).  They thumped aorund Whisper, Vhir, Tel, Giphil and Sool, while they made a wet squorsh as one caught Captain Arack and a loud clang as another caught Boromar.  The warforged's eyes darkened as he slumped forwards an arrow piercing the plating in his back.  The Captain cursed as the arrow pierced his arm.  "Any free hands!  Man the ballistae!"[sblock]Erm.... oops Boromar's at -1.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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