All of a sudden Corum feels a slight burn as the ice around him is melted by greyston's fusilade. He roars "Yes!" and charges across the courtyard at the spell caster. His sword held high over his head, he closes quickly and delivers a massive overhead cut at the Mage.
Pa rage charge
Dam
Moving back along the wall he hustles through the snow as fast as he can, he cannot see the barbarians from where he is, nor can he see the doorway.
At last he can see what is going on and he has to try and stop the barbarians from breaching the door.
Focusing his mind he weaves a spell
Dimensionum, spatium,altiorum, spicati !
Suddenly a pit opens up before the doorway.
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Crying out in pain as Corum's blade cuts into her, the sorcerer steps back away from the raging barbarian and once again attempts to encase him in ice but this time he is able to shrug off the effect.
Success
Unable to reach the door, the remaining barbarians close in on Corum instead, determined to take out their frustrations on him.
Miss
Miss
Miss
Even as they close in, Corum is able to block their attacks with his own bastard sword before turning it back on them.
The barbarians move to attack Forum but as they do he blocks the blade of one and the other whistles past his ear as he swings laterally and cuts the incoming assailant across the thigh.
Aoo
Dam
Forum ignores the warrior and presses his assault on the mage. His innate suspicion and dislike of spellcasters has a target and he is not going to stop until the spell caster is dead. He hacks away mercilessly bellowing his rage throughout.
Dam
Dam
Every movement is paining as the blood pouring out of him starts to freeze, and clotting up in his furs.
With ragged breath, he flys over the pit Elleross summoned and lows a bomb at the casting.
HP = 41/73 AC = 24
Corum hacks at the sorcerer and though gravely wounded it is Greyston's bomb from above that finishes her. Her ragdoll-like body spinning madly as it flies through the air.
Corrleon dashes along the top of the wall, his steps quickened by Elleross' magics, before sliding to a stop in view of the barbarian invaders. He draws his bow and looses a single arrow down at the nearest one of them.
HP: 71/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 21 (19 T / 13 FF) (includes +1 from PoF & +1 from haste)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +14/+12/+14 (+2 from beacon of hope and +1 from haste)
Lay on Hands remaining: 10/11
Smite Evil remaining: 3/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 1/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 10/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Wintry conditions: -4 to hit
Power of Faith (4/10 rds): +1 to AC, +1 to hit, +1 to damage, +1 vs fear
haste (3/10 rds): +1 to hit, +1 AC, +1 reflex, +30 ft move
deadly aim: -3/+6
Breathing a little easier now that his pit has effectively blocked access to the doorway Elleross watches to see who else may be coming to breach this doorway.
With the spell caster dead he had no doubts Sapphire and Corum would make short work of the remaining warriors but he would lend them some aid regardless and opening up his hand palm upwards he sends several missiles hurtling toward the warrior that escaped his pit.
Magia Vis, Potestas ictus
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Hit
I think with you enlarged it lowers your AC by 1 so that's a hit
Miss
Howling as the caster falls, one of the barbarians whells on Corum and slashes out with two quick cuts that open wounds on his chest.
Hit
Miss
Miss
Miss
But not for the first time, Sapphire is protected by her magic as the first attack by the warrior facing her looks destined to slash out across her throat before simply slicing through the illusory double that flickers here and there.
Meanwhile, the one at the bottom of the pit hauls itself to it's feet, stows it's blade and shield and prepares to begin climbing out.
The warrior's blade slices into Forum twice sending blood flying across the discovered floor. He snarls as a sensation that may be pain briefly registers on his rage-clouded brain.
He realised with wild abandon, using his sword almost as a bludgeon, hacking at his for with mighty swings.
Dam
Dam
Corrleon continues to support his foreign allies from on high with another trio of arrows.
HP: 71/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 21 (19 T / 13 FF) (includes +1 from PoF & +1 from haste)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +14/+12/+14 (+2 from beacon of hope and +1 from haste)
Lay on Hands remaining: 10/11
Smite Evil remaining: 3/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 1/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 10/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Wintry conditions: -4 to hit
Power of Faith (5/10 rds): +1 to AC, +1 to hit, +1 to damage, +1 vs fear
haste (4/10 rds): +1 to hit, +1 AC, +1 reflex, +30 ft move
deadly aim: -3/+6
Flyover over the Pitt Greyston looks down, pulls out a bomb and lobs lets it fall.
A mixture of fire and sticky substance coats the warrior, burning him and slowing him down.
Standing her ground and trusting to her arcane protections, Sapphire's blade darts out at the barbarian, flickering like a gossamer viper, darting in to score wounds on the humanoid's body.
Greater invisibility, displacement, Force hook charge, storm step, blur, shield x2
Dam
Weaving another spell Elleross once more sends a barrage of missiles hurtling toward the barbarians
Cut first by Sapphire's blade and then blasted by Elleros' orbs of force the barbarian topples backward into the pit with it's comrade.
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Your stout defence has proven again that it was a good decision to trust you. But the fortress is still swarming with attackers.
For close to an hour that battle rages. The courtyard is filled with broken and bloodied bodies. As attackers advance, defenders cut them down until it seems like the walls of the very fortress itself are crying bloody tears that fall in streams and pool below.
You hack and blast your way through those remaining in the courtyard, taking bloody wounds of your own that are patched up by the icy touch of the Snow Seers as they pass you in the tumult.
As the day draws to a close, General Malesinder launches her dragonkin against Spurhorn’s defenders in a final effort to capture the aerie. A lethal dance of wing and claw plays out in the skies above. Drakes and dragonkin slash and tear at each other’s wings to knock their foes from the skies.
Mortally wounded dragons fall to their deaths, their shattered bodies lying broken and
bleeding upon Spurhorn’s battlements.
In the skies above Spurhorn, a severely wounded silver Dragon Legion dragonkin named Shatha, lacking both rider and saddle, struggles valiantly to fight off a group of Drakelands dragonkin. A gold enemy dragonkin blasts Shatha with its fiery breath weapon, while a blue one barrels into him, driving him to the ground in Spurhorn’s northwest courtyard.
Injured and helpess, the drakes and dragonkin close in for the kill. You have seen many of the brave Dragon Legion fall today, but at least this time you are close enough to help.
Seeing the noble dragonkin crash into the ground and his attackers preparing to swoop in for the kill, Corrleon dashes across the snow-flecked flagstones with a sense of urgency. As he hurries onward, his own building exhaustion and mounting wounds don't even enter into his thoughts.
HP: 56/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +12/+9/+12
Lay on Hands remaining: 5/11
Smite Evil remaining: 1/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 0/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 6/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Wintry conditions: -4 to hit
Weary beyond words Elleross hobbles after the others, struggling to reach the fallen dragonkin, so many had died today he was adamant this one would not.
As Corrleon rushes toward them Elleross moves the other way trying to get into a better position.
Calling upon his last reserves of power he calms his mind and begins to weave a spell, his hands trace arcs of electricity in the air as he builds the spells power, magnifying its potential and as the streams of energy ripple down his arms he suddenly pulls his hands apart sharply and a massive bolt of lightning suddenly arcs between the drakes.
Potestatum,fulgur arcus!
Corum quickly assesses the situation, draws his sword and sprints across the courtyard, matching Corrleon stride for stride momentarily before pulling ahead.
Fatigue has set in, his head is pounding like rocks grinding against each other. This day will never end... How much more can we take He thinks to himself as he see's the aerial battle unfold above them.
"I don't have a lot left! But we have to try." He pushes himself forward muscles burning and joints aching, he sprints in the snow forward to get close enough to try and help.
The line of crackling electricity erupts along all three dragonkin. The first, the blue one, doesn't even flinch, but the others spasm and cry out in pain as the lightning rips through them.
Having spent most of her Hex's power earlier, Lucrezzia leaps into the air once more. She flies forward and climbs to about twenty feet up.
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Success
Fail
Success
Success
Two of the dragonkin wheel and position themselves to catch the advancing Greyston and Corum in their breathweapons. The pair are simultaneously blasted by a cone of belched fire and a line of spitting electricity.
Hit
Meanwhile, knowing that the triaxian would be resistant to it's cold breath weapon, the remaining white dragon kin instead launches itself toward Corrleon and delivers an horrific blow to his chest with it's oversized glaive.
Sapphire takes to the air as the power of her own hex surges through her veins.
Soaring towards the enemy dragonkin, her blade bursts in to flame once more.
Sapphire lashes out at the copper dragonkin with her glowing blade.
Greater invisibility, displacement, Force hook charge, storm step, blur, shield x2
Greyston moves quickly pulling out a bomb and throwing it at the dragon hoping to slow it down.
hp - 59/73
Fail, but the dragonkin is immune to the fire damage
Tangled in the sticky strands that explode from Greyston's bomb, the dragonkin falls to the hard frozen courtyard below.
Greyston entangled one of the dragonkin and brings it to ground; providing Corum with the opportunity he was waiting for.
Screaming wildly, he charges across to the downed foe and aims a mighty two-handed blow at it's neck.
P.a. rage charge
Dam
Lucrezzia rises in place and points at the blue drake. A translucent thread of fate snakes towards the winged beast and wraps around it, warping it's future.