A manic grin growing on his face in the heat of the battle and flame, Lyj darts and weaves crazily, his dagger flashing in with forge-hot steel once again.
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A manic grin growing on his face in the heat of the battle and flame, Lyj darts and weaves crazily, his dagger flashing in with forge-hot steel once again.
Attack: 1d20 + 8
Damage: 1d4 + 5 + 3d6
Fire: 2d6
Ragnar shuts his eyes tight for a moment. "No." he growls a quick expulsion of breath and looks around as if confused, seeing things no one else do. "But he'll get away!" He snarls in frustration for a moment and glances back his haggard companions. "GrrrrRRRR. FINE!"
A surge of motion brings the big dorn across the skirmish like an avalanche behind his spear point.
It's point bites deep into the infected dwarf as the spirits churning around him reach for it's tainted soul.
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Lyj approaches the dwarf from behind, using Chops' broad shoulders as a cover for his movement and stabs the assassin in the kidneys. Almost at the same time, Ragnar bears down on him with his spear and skewers him completely. Dwarf opens his mouth to scream in pain, but instead of sound only blood pours from them.
As the assassin falls down, Gilian rushes at Sorok's side, ready to heal her. Midway, she realizes that most of her companions are injured, and something stirs in her mind. She frowns, trying to recapture the meaning of this alien though. As she concentrates, the green tones of her dark hair intensify and the locks curl on themselves.
Gilian face freezes for a moment and she exhales suddenly. Her hair uncurls violently, throwing away tiny green spores that covers everything and everyone around her. Whenever the spores land on living skin, they burrow immediately, adding their energy to speed up the healing processes, mending the burnt skin and closing wounds.
Feeling the strength returning and torn tissue rekniting as the spores enter his body, Duncan realizes that the wounds the dwarf sustained are now much more grievous then his own, and reaching inside himself, Duncan lays a hand on Sorok's shoulder and let the last drop of magic in his body blossom into healing light.
As he heals the dwarf, he heads out onward towards Ilona, with his shield and broken blade ready
"Do we let them escape, or we engage these new lizards right away. Lady Solvistania, if that squat Mushrooman summoned these, how long before they go away?"
Solvistania gives Duncan a wry look, "If these are normal summoned creatures, then they do not tarry long on this plane. I have heard tales though...In any event, we should try to avoid engaging them."
Ragnar looks toward the beasts and grunts, his anger still in his eyes. He glances to his companions injuries, taking note of the least wounded of the warriors, and turns on his heel marching toward the strange lizards. "Chops, Ilona, with me. The rest behind. They will pose no obstacle."
Spirits churning around him, Ragnar bears down on the summoned creatures.
Grinning wickedly Ilona strides alongside her paramour, amethyst flames dancing eagerly along her blade held in a low posture.
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Ragnar looks toward the beasts and grunts, his anger still in his eyes. He glances to his companions injuries, taking note of the least wounded of the warriors, and turns on his heel marching toward the strange lizards. "Chops, Ilona, with me. The rest behind. They will pose no obstacle."
Spirits churning around him, Ragnar bears down on the summoned creatures.
The creatures growl at the sight of evil spirits and take a few steps back, but then they seem to shrug off the fear and slowly and ponderously move to attack.
Remaining mushroom darters are struggling to escape the webbing.
As Sorok takes back his shield, Pebble looks round to see the new threat appearing out of thin air. as both lizard materialize, he tires to remember if he has already seen some of these in some caves.
As the creaters advance upon the Death Shaman a protective snarl of fury signals the vicious sweep of the deathdealer's blade.
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As Sorok takes back his shield, Pebble looks round to see the new threat appearing out of thin air. as both lizard materialize, he tires to remember if he has already seen some of these in some caves.
Solvistania wastes no time, hurrying after the Dornish Death Speaker.
Chops positions himself opposite to Ragnar and attacks.
Chops positions himself opposite to Ragnar and attacks.
Duncan stares for a moment, unbelieving as Ragnar strides towards the giant lizards, provoking them into action.
Before doing anything, Duncan just says out loud: "Pebble, could you please go to the body of the Mage and bring Lady Gilian his staff, and drag his sword to me if you can."
"Lady Gilian, please try to figure out whether you could use anything from the staff to assist us in our current predicament."
"Hugi, Muni, please, take the gems from the eyes of the landshark."
Pebble rushes back to pick up both the staff and sword of the mage. The first one, he hands to Solvi and the second to Duncan, while Gilian is busy healing every one.
"Already done."
"In his zeal, Muni swallowed one of them."
"It was an eye. I was hungry. How was I supposed t-.. nevermind. You can have it back tomorrow."
Felina who had been trailing along silently, speaks telepathically, "Prrrr....now that you mention it, I am getting hungry...prrrr"
Solvistania sends a sharp rebuke to her familiar, "NO! No eating now! Make yourself useful and see if there are any other threats ahead of us."
She accepts the staff from Pebbles and offers Duncan a small smile, "I will see if this holds any secrets we can use to assist us here."
Seeing how unfit the sword is for his hand, he waves Pebbles away, and says:"I've broken enough swords. It might be better used in Lyj's hands. Lyj, there is a short sword coming your way. I wish you better luck with it then I had with blades I wielded."
Gilian rushes to Sorok side, applying both hands on the wounds. As time seems to constrict, she reaches for all the energy she can, tearing through her body and mind in the process. As Sorok body fully mends, smaller but similar wounds open Gilian body and drops of blood drip slowly
from her eyes and mouth.
"Urg! By th' mother..." The surly dwarf looks down at himself in shock and up at Gilian with admiration. A heavy hand clasps down on her shoulder for a moment and he nods. "Right. Let's see if we c'n save th' moron."
Starting slow for a couple of steps, then picking up momentum like a rolling boulder, Sorok moves to catch up and interpose himself between the Dorn and the lizard creatures.
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Two giant three-horned lizards storm at Sorok, thundering their rage. Both of them lower their heads and slam into a enlarged dwarf.
Both beasts slam into the enlarged shield and bounce back, before shaking their heads and disappearing into clouds of smoke.
Solvistania sees the lizards vanish and immediately recognizes the import of that. ”The summoner is distracted, we must act while this opportunity presents itself!”
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As you cautiously advance, you get the feeling that you are entering another world. After a certain time, about as long as the new torch burns before sputtering, you begin to enter a strange realm of fungi, lichen and diffuse light, seemingly emanating from some kind of moss, growing everywhere.
Huge mushrooms are reaching to the cavern ceiling, which is at least 200 feet above the cave floor. Large strange growths, Gilian would say that they look like cancers and tumors, are covering every inch of the stone, not already covered by weird plant growth. That is, every inch except...
Slightly to the right of you, at the wall of the huge cavern there is an oasis of bare stone. It emanates from the passage carved into the cave wall. Large hole is wide enough for Sorok to pass, even in his enlarged state. Surrounded by steadily glowing runes, it almost seems guarded in some way against all-encompassing uncontrolled growth and decay.
As you approach it, you realize that a set of stair leads down, even deeper into the bowels of the earth. Even from the entrance, it is obvious that the stairs are winding down - how far it is impossible to tell...
As they walk along, Duncan is brooding, and at one point he turns back to Ragnar, a bit nervous. Slowly taking out shards of Sorrow, he presents them to Ragnar. "I know that nothing I say can make this up to you, since this is the second sword that broke in my hands, and this time it is death of a companion. I can only present you with what is left of her, somehow hope that you can reforge it. If I had a proper sword of my own, it would be yours, I can not even pledge my sword, what's left of it, to you, since you already have it. I can just hope that you will be able to forgive me. I have nothing more to say, accept that Sorrow's shattering brings me more pain than I have felt in many years."
"Solvi, Ilona, do you think it is the way to the nexus? Can you read the runes? If so, let's move down."
Solvistania looks at the runes, trying to decipher their meaning without lagging behind the others. "Gilian, although I cannot sense the Nexus currently, that seems a safe assumption. Plus, it is not as if we have a choice in our destination."
Ragnar takes the remains of his once-great blade and listens with an unreadable expression to Duncan's words. He rolls the shattered hilt over in his hands, the spectral fire from his ghost torches still lighting it with a ruby glow when it is placed in his hands again. He seems about to speak, but then turns his head away, listening. A moment later his eyes raise.
"I am not telling him that. No. Well phrase it differently. Hrmph."
Turning back to Duncan the big dorn smiles ever so slightly. "She says she forgives you."
He looks to the side again, and then back. "But when she comes back you are going to make it up to her."
He looks back to the empty air. "If you don't want me to paraphrase, speak less crudely." He pauses, then continues. "Hush. Go speak with Anvinder. You've never had a body, and when I stick you in one I don't want you tripping all over yourself." His eyes widen, scandalized. "Sorrow, if you ever do that, I will never make a body for you. I don't care. No." He rolls his eyes. "I would imagine that skeletons make terrible kissers. I doubt he'd appreciate it."
Facing Duncan again, Ragnar shrugs. "Swords break. People die. Nothing is ever really lost. Anything can be remade."
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Solvistania looks at the runes, trying to decipher their meaning without lagging behind the others. "Gilian, although I cannot sense the Nexus currently, that seems a safe assumption. Plus, it is not as if we have a choice in our destination."
"I'm glad to see that she is not truly gone, but that she has joined your spirits for the time. Tell her that I will make it up to her in some way."
As he turns his eyes fall on Gilian, and for a moment he just stands feeling a bit silly, trying to capture her gaze. Failing to do so, Duncan sighs and peering in the darkness takes point descending the stairs, cautious, expecting some new foe to arise from the gloom.