Del, suddenly entirely unsure of his place in the world, redoubles his efforts to catch up to the others.
Nasrin moves towards the fight, she urges Jagar into the fray, "Help them hunt!" she shouts to the wolf. The feral girl steps into the doorway near Grey and sees the Witch Radosek hovering above the gorund. She begins chanting to summon more of the eagles that did such sanguine work in this same yard yesterday.
Jagar hears the girl's shout and knows what to do. He bounds towards the dragon and sweeps around it, trying to stay low and fast as he does so. Once in on it's tail he snaps forward but fails to put his teeth into it.
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It's powerful icy claw slices deep into Corum, straight to the bone.
Radosek then points a finger in Greyston's direction and the alchemist immediately sees the edges of his vision begin to blur and whiten. A sudden panic begins to rise in him.
Jagar barrels into the yard, not at all sure how he can help, and stops short just past Grey.
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The d judge hears the mocking cold words of Radosek the witch and his years of anger and bitter hatred well up inside him like a raging storm and striding forward he looks up at the witch with hatred.
your realm will soon be ash and bone Radosek. I am here to judge you witch! he snarls as he replies you are guilty,the sentence is death!
Moving past Greyston and the others he is aware of the danger he puts himself in but it is a distant thing. He hopes his protective images will be enough should the dragon strike at him.
Elleross uses all the knowledge he has gleaned through the lonely years and as he begins to chant the words of power he alters their structure ever so finely, manipulating the arcane threads boosting the power of the spell, doubling it's potential.
....Calor,ardescit,ignis the words thunder from his mouth as he raises his hand and two brilliant shafts of blazing energy streak toward Radosek, carrying with them all of Elleross rage and vengeance.
Miss
Success
Radosek curses as he is engulfed by both Elleros and Greyston's flames. He mutters some words of power and the burns begin to heal immediately. The construct meanwhile continues to claw at Corum despite the huge gash he gouged in it a moment earlier.
Hit
Miss
Though it is less accurate than before, it still manages to claw a deep wound in corum's side.
Corum shrugs off another bite as if it was nothing, despite it leaving him bleeding heavily. The song of battle surges within him. He is transported to another time where mighty heroes from his tribe battled the frost drakes to carve out their civulisation in the frozen moutnains. The rage powers his muscles and drives him forward relentlessly. Again he sets his feet and with no thought of defence swings his axe in a wide and murderous arc. Sending it hammering into the dragon.
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Elleross flinches away violently as the dragon lunges for him it's claws destroying one of his images, the attack missing him by mere millimetres. But it is enough .
Unleashing his spell he Watches with grim satisfaction as the smile is wiped from radoseks face as greyston's bomb and his own scorching spell combine and engulf him in burning agony.
The pain you feel is only a fraction of what you deserve deviant! Elleross hisses and stepping away from the dragon he begins to cast another spell.
Inside his memory palace the dormant crystal globes of power suddenly blaze back into life as he draws on the deepest reserves of power within himself and forces his mind to recall the spell he had just cast.
A severe pain tears across his temples and his brain feels like it has been speared by a hot skewer as the power builds within him.
With a cry he unleashes the spell and blasts the witch again.
...Calor,ardescit,ignis
Nasrin finishes calling and a pair of eagles arrive in a gust of wind. They immediately streak into the statue dragon, claws and wicked beaks forward!
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Following the eagles, Nasrin closes in on the icy dragon.
As the girl moves against the dragon Jagar knows where he neds to be. He runs in and under the dragon getting to the other side of it. Once there he turn and lunges, snapping at the dragon's hind leg.
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Moving to get line of sight again, Greyston takes a bomb and lobs it at Radosek.
"Take that! Your reign of terror stops here."
Now the dragon has landed, Sapphire sets to with a whirlwind of flying blades and hair.
Success
Del sprints out of the teleporter and rounds the corner in time to see Corum and Sapphire smash into the dragon, sending sharp splinters of ice flying in all directions.
Greyston and Elleros concentrate on the witch however and burn Radosek horribly with their combination of bombs and spells.
His skin now blackened and blistered, Radosek raises a shaking hand and spits his words of power, causing a huge billowing bank of nauseating fog to rise around the heroes.
Nasrin
Miss
Miss
The dragon slashes out at Nasrin but she takes advantage of the cloud to dodge it's deadly claws.
Stinging eyes and burning lungs as the noxious cloud boils over her, but do nothing to stop her fury. Her blade flashes down again, carving another groove into the animated sculpture.
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Jagar is instantly overcome by the stench and burning vapors.
The eagle however, does not succumb. With a flurry of wings and claws it continues to distract the dragon.
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Unleashing his spell he sags visibly, the massive drain on his arcane power leaving him gasping for breath he tries to calm his mind .
The pain recedes as quickly as he watches the witch absorb another blast and he curses silently as he sees that Radosek still lives.
The witches retaliation is swift and incapacitating, as the roiling cloud of vapour erupts all around him he begins to choke on the acrid noxious fumes and he bends double as his stomach cramps up and then he vomits all over the wall beside him.
Retreating back along the wall he follows it toward the doorway.
Huurrrgghhh....Rad ..Radosek is hurt! If anyone can see him....kill him! he manages to call out as best he can as he stumbles along.
As the cloud forms, Greyston take a mouthful of the disgusting fog feeling himself begin to retch he holds it in. His Years of working with chemicals and poisons has let him grown accustomed to their seem and poison effects.
"Radosek that won't stop us all! This is your end. This is for Thora!"
Moving out of the fog Grayston keep up his attack on Radosek. Again lobbing a bomb at the witch.
As the noxious fumes manifest Sapphire quickly holds her breath, the dark cloud blocking out everything around her, she concentrates on her memory of Radosek's last location, skirting where she last saw the animated ice dragon.
Fixing the witch's image in her mind, Sapphire summons arcane energies of her own, throwing her hand forward to release a scintillating burst of color that washes over the floating man.
Corum continues to hack at the dragon. Lost in his rage he is oblivipus of anything except steel,blood and death.
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Del dashes into the room and makes a hurried leap through the edge of the cloud, but the stench overwhelms him utterly as he slides to a stop on the far side, doubled over and holding his stomach. "Ugh. What in all the hells? Rado-stink? Did you do that?" Del's face blanches and he looks ready to vomit, but manages to keep his breakfast for the moment at least. Despite his condition, he persists in taunting their foe, his voice taking on a chastizing tone one might use when scolding a disobedient puppy. "Bad Bad-osek! Bad! <hurk!>"
HP: 12/25
AC: 18 (14 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 17
F/R/W: +5/+8/+4
Grit remaining: 1/2
Hero Points remaining: 2
Regular bolts remaining: 69/80
Cold Iron bolts: 40/40
Ongoing Effects
Vigilant Loading
Gunslinger Initiative
Con Damage: 1
Nauseated (1/5): 1 move action/turn
Success
Success
Once again finding himself the subject of Greyston's devastating bombs, Radosek mutter some words in an infernal tongue and swoops down on the alchemist.
Hit
Jagar
Eagle
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Corum ignores the choking fog that engulfs them. His mighty endurance is being tested to the limit but he continues his merciless onslaught. Ducking under a sweeping claw he leaps up and brings his axe down with tremendous force. There is no finesse to the blow, just brute force fuelled by his terrible rage.
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With a final, terrible blow Corum smashes his axe through the head of the ice dragon, creating a glittering cascade of shards that scatter in every direction.
Nasrin scurries back away from the falling sculpture, it's inert form devoid of the semblance of life it had been enchanted with. She turns to the Witch and his sinister chant. With a sound of feral rage a cry escapes her mouth, Her shield falls to the ground and she charges the witch, a two handed grip in her scimitar. Her blade strikes, but a glancing blow turning the man's shoulder but little else.
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Eyes burning, stomach heaving Jagar staggers and drags himself after the girl.
The eagle flaps its mighty wings and flies to engage the last enemy. Unfortunately, it's still feeling the sting of the Stinking Cloud
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Sapphire too senses victory is within the group's grasp, she sprints towards Radosek, sword to the side and as she closes to pincer him between her and Greyston, brings down her blade with an almighty chop.
Arcing over her sword blow, her hair briad also smashes in to the witch's face.
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Radosek lays his hand on Greyston’s chest and then turns as a screaming, furious Nasrin comes charging through the cloud of noxious gas like a fury. Her blade held high over her head, she brings it down like she were chopping wood and slices through flesh and bone, spinning Radosek like a top. Sapphire seizes the opportunity, striding forward and wrapping her animated hair around his neck, pulling him inexorably onto her blade which sinks into his stomach and buries itself to the hilt.
His eyes grow wide in fear and surprise, his jaw works reflexively but no words escape, just a burbling, gasping choke as he sinks to the cold ground.
Greyston Pushes Radosek off, resisting whatever he had planned for him as Nasrin and Sapphire move in to finish him off.
"It's over?!" Greyston shouts out, he nods at his saviours and then moves to attend Nadya. "Nadya are you ok? It's over he's dead."
Corum sees the witch fall. He raises his axe in both hands and roars in triumph. It is a primal raw sound filled with ferocious challenge. He drops his hands and stands leaning on his axe for a moment. His mighty chest heaving as he catches his breath.
He turns to the others and smiles broadly. Striding forward he grips each of their hands in a warrior's shake. Wrist to wrist. "Good fight! Worthy of a song over an ale or two I reckon. I tell you though. I feel like I could sleep for a week." He laughs heartily and then the pain from hia wounds hit him. He looks down at the ragged tears in his chest and shoulder and spits blood onto the floor. "damn! Need to bind these."
He sits down and begins ninding his wou ds with strips of cloth.
As Radosek sinks to the icy floor from Sapphire's blade, Del looks up long enough to quip, "<hurk!> Told you what'd happen you, <ugh> goatloving sycophant <hack!>," before doubling over with dry heaves once more.
Nasrin pushes her sword into Radosek's chest, a grim satisfaction at the complete lack of response. "Good kill, Sapphire. Now, the pack needs us." Nasrin goes to Jagar and tries her best to comfort the poor beast. "Works better than eating grass, no?" Jagar's grin, then vomit makes her laugh a bit. This is what revenge feels like. Bile and elation.
Ms Nadya! Hatch cries, swooping down and appearing next to the woman.
It's alright, I'm ok. She says, sounding groggy. Just winded that's all
She picks herself up with a grunt of effort and staggers over to Radosek's corpse. She looks down at it for a long time, only moving when his spreading pool of blood threatens to stain her boots.
That was for Thora, you bastard. She says quietly. If only it were my blade that spilled your worthless guts.
Nasrin watches the red-haired woman from across the courtyard, She needed this, too.
Tears come for Nadya then and see doesn't try to stop them, just wipes them away with the palms of her hands. Hatch hangs around her beck, sharing in her grief.
The old judge heaves himself out of the fog, stumbling back through the doorway he sags against the wall and clutches at his abdomen.
The cramps are intense and he finds himself sweating despite the cold as he vomits again until he is just dry retching over and over.
The cries of triumph cut through the fog of his nausea and he smiles thinly.
that bastard is dead ! Now we send a message to his b@+%% of a mistress he thinks coldly his anger still burning brightly . Radosek is the first witch he has encountered since he lost his wife and his hatred for them burns hotter than he imagined.
After what seems an eternity of stomach wrenching pain he wipes his mouth and stands upright on shaky legs.
As the cloud dissipates he can see Radosek surrounded by the others, his blood steaming in the chill air and he reaches into his pouch and draws forth two dark slender objects.
Gripping them tightly the points dig into the flesh of his hand as he strides forward his face a grim mask, his skin ashen and his eyes bloodshot and intense.
you and your kind are a stain on the world, spreading violence and despair wherever you tread he says almost to himself as he walks across the frozen yard death is too good for the likes of you, you should be made to suffer as I have suffered! A thousand deaths will not make up for your evil he hisses coldly as he reaches into his clothing and pulls out a small hammer.
Kneeling beside the corpse he pushes the cold iron nails Into Radoseks eyes, the iron hard points bursting his eyeballs like overripe fruit.
let this serve as a promise to the rest of your kind. Vengeance and death will find each and every one of you he says grimly and as he spits out the words his hand flashes downward slamming the nails into his skull one at a time.
The ringing echo of the strikes seems impossibly loud as it rolls across the yard.
When they are buried to the heads he calls on his arcane powers and reaching out with his finger he traces his own arcane mark upon radoseks forehead.
let your mistress see what awaits her he says as he stands and looks down upon his work and finds that it is good.
Del, looking up as he recovers from his own gastrointestinal distresses, widens his eyes as Elleross performs his visceral rites over Radosek's body.
As the room goes awkwardly quiet in the silence that follows the hammerstrikes, Del bounces up on his tiptoes and interupts, "Well! That was, ah, gruesome. Shall we saunter back up this teleporter and close that portal now or are there more bodily desecrations we wish to perform before hand?" While his tone is light and humorous, it's plain to see that Elleross' treatment of his captor's body unsettles the half-orc more than a little.
Elleross drags his gaze away from the corpse his breathing returning to normal and he looks across at the half Orc.
His face now seems calm but he has a tired haggard look about him, following the effects of the stinking cloud and the mental exertion from casting so many spells.
an excellent suggestion Dell. Let us see what can be done about the portal. he replies his tone steady and a little detached.
someone should see if this thing has anything of use upon its person he says as he moves away from the corpse. Wiping the blood off his hands with a small rag he cleans the small hammer and tucks it away .
Del kneels down beside the disfigured and scarred remains of his jailor, patting Radosek down for any items or implements that might be immediately useful with the teleporter and portal as well as those that might come in handy down the line. He looks up from the task and offers a shrug, gesturing toward the teleporter with a thrust of his chin as he glances from Elleross to Corum and Nasrin then back to the judge once more. With a disarming grin and whatever trinkets he found in hand, he stands and wordlessly and follows along while inwardly pondering the nature and appearance of savagery.
As they near the device that will bear back to the room with the enormous globe, Del turns to Nadya and extends a hand to the grieving woman. "Dear Nadya, would you like a personal hand in dismantling all that devil-in-man's-skin worked to build? There may be some satisfaction in unmaking what Radosek sought to accomplish here."
Just what was it that they were doing here, Del? Nadya asks, drying her eyes one last time.
A 14 inch long perpetually cold icicle (DC 20 to identify)
2x potion of CMW
Ring (DC 20)
Necklace (DC 20)
Fur cloak (DC 20)