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Message: <blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 6254464" data-attributes="member: 79141">Session 100cWhile making their way up the hill, Korrigan and his squad heard the sound of loud wails and screams in the distance, drawing ever closer.  Matunaaga ranged ahead. Through a fog of swirling sleet and mist he made out a tall white form, staggering and blundering down the hill. From within the maelstrom came a wailing voice. “Oh! Oh ! It burns! Ahhh! The rude iron burns me.  More frost, more cold to ease my pain. Where are my warriors? Where are the stars? I cannot see! Ahhhhh!”  This distressed and pathetic creature was none other than Ekossigan, blinded by an angry chunk of shrapnel that was wedged in his face.  His right eye was destroyed and dried black blood had crusted over the other and his entire frame was lacerated by other wounds. Out of the darkness, a black-clad female figure appeared, drew close to his aura of ice - to the point where frost began to build on her hair and clothes.  Then a shuriken was launched at the figure from the gloom, turned in Ekossigan’s arrowtwist aura and struck the fey lord himself.  Matunaaga recognised the fighting style and the black garb from the Obscurati agents he had faced down at RHC HQ.  They were using Ekossigan's arrowtwist aura against him. By now the rest of the unit had drawn up to the rise where Matunaaga was hiding. Their lights were obvious and bright.  The black-clad assassin saw them and crouched and Matunaaga made out other figures in the gloom, peeling in either direction like a pack of wolves performing a pincer movement. Heedless of the Obscurati agents, Asrabey regarded Ekossigan with a sneer. “Like a wounded animal.  He must be put down.”  With that, he launched himself at the fey lord, pinning him to the spot with his shield, shrugging off his frigid aura and striking him with his fiery blade.  Ekossigan cried out and flailed about him with sharp claws to no avail.  Matunaaga braved the maelstrom too, and weakened Ekossigan further with a flurry of punches and kicks. The rest of the unit was beset by shadow creatures, summoned by the muttering of a nethermancer out there in the blackness: cackling crawlers and serpent-maned lions like the ones they had once fought off on the crown of the hill.  When the lions roared, they froze the blood in the veins of the living. Behind this first wave came the Obscurati kill-squad, who picked a target - Rumdoom - and mobbed him. They were supported by tiny knife-wielding creepers in ragged cloaks that spoke in a language like scissors being sharpened.  When struck, they disappeared from view only to reappear moments later as they struck out with a poisoned blade. Swamped, Rumdoom called out to Asrabey, "Why don't you fight something that isn't half dead?" Asrabey slew Ekossigan, putting the fey lord out of his misery once and for all.  Then he and the rest of the unit set about making sure that none of the Obscurati escaped back to base.  Matunaaga chased down those who tried to flee and kept one or two alive to see what they could learn from them. All were staunchly loyal to the Obscurati cause and bound by a geas, but were able to reveal the informal password they agreed each day with the outer gate guards:  Today's was 'yawning'. It was about this time that the first report from Unit B came through: harsh, strident and fearful.</blockquote>

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