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<blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1200047" data-attributes="member: 10820"><p>Kalan shuddered then seemed to pulse with energy as his natural resistance to spells prevented the magic from pulling him back to his own plane. He chuckled and pointed at the drider formed priestess, “You’ll have to do better than that!” He bounded toward her.</p><p></p><p>The group surged forward with the Leonal, spreading out along the corridor. Amador stopped to cast a quick prayer upon himself, giving him the strength of the gods. Mytrym threw himself at the priestess, hacking at her large spider like body. Kalan was all over the priestess, his claws raking into her form. Plickit’s chatckas whizzed past the priestess, barely missing her.</p><p></p><p>Everyone followed except for Delorian. The monk watched the light slip around the corner and sighed in relief as he the darkness around him held him in its embrace. He glanced around the corner, and saw the light bathing over the other combatants. He watched from there, safe within the darkness, knowing that the light would give the drow pause he let it burn bright around the Leonal, choosing to stay out of the fight rather than dim the light and join the fray.</p><p></p><p>The priestess quickly backed down the hallway, retreating from the forward rushing heroes. As she backed around another corner, she fled into a massive chamber through a pair of double doors. </p><p></p><p>As Kalan led the others forward he noticed a side door to the left of the corner. He quickly stopped and summoned forth another wall of force. “That should protect that flank for a while.” As he turned toward the large chamber he stopped and growled low within his throat. </p><p></p><p>The chamber before them was very large, with dangling chains hanging from the ceiling in many different places. Large hooks were attached to the ends of the chains and bodies dangled, impaled on the hooks. Piles of bones lay about the room, with four of them having massive bull skulls laid atop of them. In the center of the room a large pillar stood to about halfway up the height of the room. Atop it sat a throne that held the relaxed form of a drow priestess. This one was not in drider form like the other, and she was dangling a wicked looking mace from one hand. She seemed bored with the proceedings and waiting on things to heat up.</p><p></p><p>Words of power were chanted from somewhere inside the room and the entire room seemed to start moving. Piles of bones rattled as massive forms animated. Chains clinked as bodies freed themselves from the ugly hooks and began to shamble toward the door. A second drider priestess moved out from one corner and both driders began to cast spells. Bolts of searing light lanced out at Kalan. Energy from another dismiss spell began to simmer around him as well. Again both spells just washed away off his natural spell resistance.</p><p></p><p>Amador spun around the corner and stopped a moment, taken back by the sight of all the living dead moving forward. “You shall not escape your grave.” He threw up his hands and muttered soft prayers to his god. Whirling blades of force began to rip through the front of the room. The barrier of blades easily cut apart several zombies, and forced the driders to slip to either side of the barrier. </p><p></p><p>Kalan also held up a hand, a ball of fire shooting forth and exploding within the room. Bones and flesh charred and splattered about the room, leaving the large multiarmed minotaur skeletons, the driders, and the high priestess of Kiaransalee visible within the room.</p><p></p><p>More chanting from somewhere within the room and a second blade barrier materialized, this time right along the hallway the heroes stood within. Plickit, Amador, Kalan, Marcus and Mytrym were all fast enough to step out before the blades started to whirl, and Delorian was around the corner and thus not in danger. The sole creature caught within the blades when they started to whirl was Plickit’s jackal. The dog like animal yelped as the blades ripped through it. </p><p></p><p>Plickit turned in time to see his pet ripped apart. His head cocked to one side, watching a moment then spun to look into the room. All four arms flipped up, chatckas in each hand. </p><p></p><p>The drider between the two barriers was trapped with Mytrym in reach. She lashed out at him, but the paladin had been waiting for her. He stabbed deep into her stomach and twisted his sword. Her dagger lashed out, acid dripping from its blade. The paladin was too fast though, and his shield easily blocked the strike.</p><p></p><p>The other drider lifted her hands and quickly dispelled Amador’s barrier of blades. She moved toward the combat, growling softly.</p><p></p><p>Kalan stepped through the blade barrier like it was not even there. The blades bounced harmlessly off his form, not able to affect him at all. He lifted his hand and another ball of fire rolled forth. This time the minotaurs went down as well, leaving only the three priestesses left.</p><p></p><p>Arrows streaked through the remaining barrier, fired from Amador’s bow. The blades knocked into the arrows in mid flight, and deflected them harmlessly away.</p><p></p><p>More chanting came from somewhere within the chamber, and a massive column of flame erupted around the core of the heroes. Everyone but Delorian was burned, some worse than others. </p><p></p><p>One of the priestesses tried to cast a spell that Will recognized would kill Mytrym with merely a touch. Will had been waiting for either of them to cast though, and he quickly released a series of fire orbs at the caster. She stumbled as the balls of flame slammed into her and the spell was disrupted.</p><p></p><p>Mytrym and Plickit continued to press their assault on the other priestess. Plickit’s throwing wedges followed Mytrym’s blade. The priestess was quickly losing ground to them. Plickit was trapped behind the blade barrier, but his throwing was accurate enough that a few of the wedges hit their intended target.</p><p></p><p>Reeling from the attacks the drider formed priestess slipped to one side and unleashed her own column of flame on the group. When the flames cleared, Amador slumped to the ground and did not get up.</p><p></p><p>Kalan grabbed at the offending priestess and turned, easily tossing her into the blade barrier. The mystic blades sliced her into bloddy chunks before she was able to even get her feet under her.</p><p></p><p>All along the priestess on the throne seemed to just sit and watch. Finally the deception was revealed as the column shimmered and a form walked out of the middle of it. It had been an illusion all along. From within the column the high priestess had easily and safely cast several spells. Now she stepped forward, thrusting a silver holy symbol of Kiransalee out where Kalan could see it. “Be gone from this plane, celestial!” </p><p></p><p>Kalan shuddered as the mystic energy surrounded him. This time it was much harder to resist. It pulled on him, and all he could focus on was the silvery holy symbol in front of him. He growled low, “I have a job to do still.” He shuddered and fell to one knee. His spell resistance was failing; he thought he could see the green leaves of his home plane around him. He hoped in his absence the group would be all right.</p><p></p><p>Amador lay bleeding, trapped behind the barrier with Delorian, Will, Marcus and Plickit. Mytrym was alone on the other side with Kalan and the enemy, and things did not look good for the celestial. As the high priestess cackled out her glee at her spell’s power, her head fell back and her mouth opened to reveal massive fangs. They had finally found the head vampire, or perhaps she had found them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wraithdrit, post: 1200047, member: 10820"] Kalan shuddered then seemed to pulse with energy as his natural resistance to spells prevented the magic from pulling him back to his own plane. He chuckled and pointed at the drider formed priestess, “You’ll have to do better than that!” He bounded toward her. The group surged forward with the Leonal, spreading out along the corridor. Amador stopped to cast a quick prayer upon himself, giving him the strength of the gods. Mytrym threw himself at the priestess, hacking at her large spider like body. Kalan was all over the priestess, his claws raking into her form. Plickit’s chatckas whizzed past the priestess, barely missing her. Everyone followed except for Delorian. The monk watched the light slip around the corner and sighed in relief as he the darkness around him held him in its embrace. He glanced around the corner, and saw the light bathing over the other combatants. He watched from there, safe within the darkness, knowing that the light would give the drow pause he let it burn bright around the Leonal, choosing to stay out of the fight rather than dim the light and join the fray. The priestess quickly backed down the hallway, retreating from the forward rushing heroes. As she backed around another corner, she fled into a massive chamber through a pair of double doors. As Kalan led the others forward he noticed a side door to the left of the corner. He quickly stopped and summoned forth another wall of force. “That should protect that flank for a while.” As he turned toward the large chamber he stopped and growled low within his throat. The chamber before them was very large, with dangling chains hanging from the ceiling in many different places. Large hooks were attached to the ends of the chains and bodies dangled, impaled on the hooks. Piles of bones lay about the room, with four of them having massive bull skulls laid atop of them. In the center of the room a large pillar stood to about halfway up the height of the room. Atop it sat a throne that held the relaxed form of a drow priestess. This one was not in drider form like the other, and she was dangling a wicked looking mace from one hand. She seemed bored with the proceedings and waiting on things to heat up. Words of power were chanted from somewhere inside the room and the entire room seemed to start moving. Piles of bones rattled as massive forms animated. Chains clinked as bodies freed themselves from the ugly hooks and began to shamble toward the door. A second drider priestess moved out from one corner and both driders began to cast spells. Bolts of searing light lanced out at Kalan. Energy from another dismiss spell began to simmer around him as well. Again both spells just washed away off his natural spell resistance. Amador spun around the corner and stopped a moment, taken back by the sight of all the living dead moving forward. “You shall not escape your grave.” He threw up his hands and muttered soft prayers to his god. Whirling blades of force began to rip through the front of the room. The barrier of blades easily cut apart several zombies, and forced the driders to slip to either side of the barrier. Kalan also held up a hand, a ball of fire shooting forth and exploding within the room. Bones and flesh charred and splattered about the room, leaving the large multiarmed minotaur skeletons, the driders, and the high priestess of Kiaransalee visible within the room. More chanting from somewhere within the room and a second blade barrier materialized, this time right along the hallway the heroes stood within. Plickit, Amador, Kalan, Marcus and Mytrym were all fast enough to step out before the blades started to whirl, and Delorian was around the corner and thus not in danger. The sole creature caught within the blades when they started to whirl was Plickit’s jackal. The dog like animal yelped as the blades ripped through it. Plickit turned in time to see his pet ripped apart. His head cocked to one side, watching a moment then spun to look into the room. All four arms flipped up, chatckas in each hand. The drider between the two barriers was trapped with Mytrym in reach. She lashed out at him, but the paladin had been waiting for her. He stabbed deep into her stomach and twisted his sword. Her dagger lashed out, acid dripping from its blade. The paladin was too fast though, and his shield easily blocked the strike. The other drider lifted her hands and quickly dispelled Amador’s barrier of blades. She moved toward the combat, growling softly. Kalan stepped through the blade barrier like it was not even there. The blades bounced harmlessly off his form, not able to affect him at all. He lifted his hand and another ball of fire rolled forth. This time the minotaurs went down as well, leaving only the three priestesses left. Arrows streaked through the remaining barrier, fired from Amador’s bow. The blades knocked into the arrows in mid flight, and deflected them harmlessly away. More chanting came from somewhere within the chamber, and a massive column of flame erupted around the core of the heroes. Everyone but Delorian was burned, some worse than others. One of the priestesses tried to cast a spell that Will recognized would kill Mytrym with merely a touch. Will had been waiting for either of them to cast though, and he quickly released a series of fire orbs at the caster. She stumbled as the balls of flame slammed into her and the spell was disrupted. Mytrym and Plickit continued to press their assault on the other priestess. Plickit’s throwing wedges followed Mytrym’s blade. The priestess was quickly losing ground to them. Plickit was trapped behind the blade barrier, but his throwing was accurate enough that a few of the wedges hit their intended target. Reeling from the attacks the drider formed priestess slipped to one side and unleashed her own column of flame on the group. When the flames cleared, Amador slumped to the ground and did not get up. Kalan grabbed at the offending priestess and turned, easily tossing her into the blade barrier. The mystic blades sliced her into bloddy chunks before she was able to even get her feet under her. All along the priestess on the throne seemed to just sit and watch. Finally the deception was revealed as the column shimmered and a form walked out of the middle of it. It had been an illusion all along. From within the column the high priestess had easily and safely cast several spells. Now she stepped forward, thrusting a silver holy symbol of Kiransalee out where Kalan could see it. “Be gone from this plane, celestial!” Kalan shuddered as the mystic energy surrounded him. This time it was much harder to resist. It pulled on him, and all he could focus on was the silvery holy symbol in front of him. He growled low, “I have a job to do still.” He shuddered and fell to one knee. His spell resistance was failing; he thought he could see the green leaves of his home plane around him. He hoped in his absence the group would be all right. Amador lay bleeding, trapped behind the barrier with Delorian, Will, Marcus and Plickit. Mytrym was alone on the other side with Kalan and the enemy, and things did not look good for the celestial. As the high priestess cackled out her glee at her spell’s power, her head fell back and her mouth opened to reveal massive fangs. They had finally found the head vampire, or perhaps she had found them. [/QUOTE]
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