"HA HA HA!!! We're gonna...be seeing... our cells! ... Ha ha ha! Hilarious!"
The warded's eyes followed Kharn as he slide through his vision. He took a wild stab at the barbarian, coming up fruitless. The striding devil looked back at him with brimstone in his eyes, licking his lips in delight as his great sword sliced his chest exposing the crimson that every man is made of.
Grumblejack rumbled into the room, squeezing through the doorframe as usual. His new found glaive was sitting awkwardly in his hands, and his form showed it. His swing went wide striking the desk behind the warden. "Grumblejack miss!?!"
The warden quickly looked at the parchment that was in the other hand. A few whispered words later he vanished. "You should have stayed in your cages." was a whispered phrase he said as he vanished.
Eryan used his own magic, speaking a quick phrase in his native language and the room goes dark.
"Come out from hiding warden."
Kharn just roars at Grumblejack.
"Go to the stairs, and make sure he can't go down them, and use your fists!"
Kharn runs out of the room, and moves directly in front of the door that leads to the other room in the tower. He will then get ready to attack if anything opens that door.
Argan tries to find traces of the target, be it sound, dust or anything else. If he didn't think the wizard came through the door he will raise and close it, waiting outside of the room.
Round 2
Vlad spins and activates his detect good ability, hoping it provide some insight..
Eryan speaks a few words in his native tongue and casts faerie fire on the square the warden was standing in.
The Faerie fire flickers and coats Kharn, Eryan and Vladamir in a glowing light. No other outlines seem to be apparent.
Grumblejack squeezes through the door at Kharn's request, doing his best to get to the doorway and throwing his weapon to the ground in the process. "Come out little 'un! Grumblejack want to tickle you."
All you hear in silence around you as you wonder where the old man could have gone.
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Eryan moves back into the other room.
Argan gets up and starts moving towards the stairs.
Movement stopping at the base of the 2nd floor.
"Grumblejack after I go down cover the stairs. Vlad, Eryan see if you can't find this crazy warden."
Kharn will double move to get down in front of the nearest door on the second floor.
Vladamir carries on toward the staircase. Trying to sense if the warden is near.
Vladamir says "I sense a presence of good nearby! He's nearby!"
Grumblejack goes down the stairs a bit and tries to block them from passing little 'uns. He gets ready to hit anything that may by trying to move by him.
"Grumblejack make sure no one gets by"
As soon as Vlad senses a tinge of good around the area hes in. Eryan hears a crackling sound near him. Looking up he sees the old warden in the corner, with a look of disdain on his face.
"You should have stayed in the cells"
A ball of flame forms on the ground and moves directly at Eryan. Surprisingly the ball does nothing the the drow. "What sorcery is this!?".
Eryan watches the wizard become visible as a fireball flies at him, unable to dodge his arm comes up instinctively. Luckily the fireball does nothing.
"Haha. You should have ran while you had the chance. Do you know nothing of the Drow? Perhaps I will show you more."
"He is up here men!"
Eryan moves up to him and attacks.
Argan hears something on the top floor but keeps looking for the wizard where he is.
Vlad double moves back upstairs and ends up adjacent to the warden..
Grumblejack lumbers back up the stairs with a look of disgust on his face. He roars out "Grumblejack have to go up stairs because of you, Grumblejack make you pay." With this statement he slams his fists together as he makes his way up the stairs. Making sure that he is not in the way of anyone coming up.
Kharn sighs as he hears Eryan's words, and runs all the way back up the stairs he just went down.
With the reality closing in on him that the individuals were closing in around him, the warden had a tinge of desperation. With a flick of his wrist he directed the ball to roll towards the wild man who gave him the gash along his chest. "May the fires of Mitra purify you!".
He breathed deeply as his clothes continues to soak blood from his wound, but he was not done yet. He gathered himself into a defensive casting pose, and began an incantation. A pair of mystic bolts of energy formed in his hands and went flying towards Eryan.
"You should have thought about swinging as opposed to talking in that infernal tongue. I did't understand it but I do know it is not of this world. The wicked shall not prevail, for his Judgement cometh and that right soon!"
As the flames miss Kharn by a large margin Kharn looks at the warden as a disappointed parent might look at a child.
"Is this the best you can do? I'm sad that this is the best that this prison has to offer. Maybe Blackerly will be better blood sport."
As he swings his sword.. "Your pardon's denied Warden!"
His sword cuts deep across the warden's chest, sending blood flying onto the wall..
"Can't you freaking kill the poor lad? What? Do you pity him? COMMON!"
Argan begins inspiring his comrades, since he has not much to do now that there's a living wall protecting the wizard from his attacks.
"Hahahahahahahahahah..." Eryan cries out.