Solvistania follows up the volley of missiles with a second one.
Hearing the warning, Duncan swings one more time, hoping to bring the enemy down.
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Arcane projectile and common steel sword connect with the knight of Izrador almost at the same time, making his head under the faceless horned helmet explode. The headless body slumps to the ground, while the scream echoes through the inn. "Nooooo! Bloood! All that bloood!" The red-haired innkeeper stands on the top of the staircase, with horrific look on his face.
Meanwhile, the barrier of darkness thrown over the door bursts, and orcs wielding two-handed swords burst inside, heading straight for Gilian. They just keep coming, two by two.
The body of the black warrior barely before the Orcs rushed in, and seeing how intent they were to attack Gilian, Duncan leaps and in a couple of bounds places himself in front of Gilian, positioning her shield to prodect her.
Taking advantage of the free moment, Sorok pulls himself to his feet and moves to stand over the body of the fallen Knight. He does not speak or give challenge as he once might have but his intentions were obvious. He refused to stay down and he would not give ground.
"That will teach me to disarm the the Legate. Let's play hide and seek."
"Duncan, I'll stay out of sight but Pebble can always locate me.", she says as she casts another spell, one you've never seen her use and she disappears from sight.
Chops will step to where the knight was and wait until the legate enters, then initiate grapple.
Solvistania realizes the legate is still a danger. She resolves to counter any spell-casting wrought by the foul man.
"Crunk, get that Legate's sword as far away from him as you can", says Duncan pointing with his own blade at the dropped weapon next to Crunk.
Once she obtained her sabres, she quickly activates her blur effect.
Feeling the pain of her wounds, she decides to fight defensively at any orc that comes within range of her.
Attack 1:
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Crunk grabs the black knight's sword and retreats from the doorway, scrambling back to hide among the tables and benches once again. "I don't like what I'm hearing from the innkeeper."
Seeing the bloody, barely standing shadar elf preparing to meet the attackers, Duncan yells: "
Crunk grabs the black knight's sword and retreats from the doorway, scrambling back to hide among the tables and benches once again. "I don't like what I'm hearing from the innkeeper."
Chops will step to where the knight was and wait until the legate enters, then initiate grapple.
draw an urutuk and attack an orc in between him and a legate.
Crunk drops back below one of the tables and sets down the sword. Moments later, he rolls back out in a different direction hoping to continue using the tables and benches as cover to hide from the orcs and legate.
Realizing she in dire state with her injuries, decides to remain away from the battle line, hoping the summerlanders would stop the onslaught by the orcs. She readies herself for any orc that may approach her.
Solvistania Focuses her attention on the orcs and realizes they cannot be allow to swarn her companions. She calls forth a spell designed to slow down and separate the orcs.
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The legate behind the orcs holds a strange item in his left hand - a piece of dark glass with jagged edges. In his right hand he holds a bottle made of yellowish glass, filled with some murky liquid. Ignoring Solvistania's spellcasting and Chops', who is attacking an orc in the first line, the legate hurls the bottle on the corpses of the knight and two orcs underneath him.
The glass shatters on the knight's armor and the black-green cloud swiftly covers the bodies, hanging tight over them.
Solvistania's keen intellect notes the Legate's actions. Even as she finishes casting her spell, she sifts through her mind for what effects the cloud hovering over the fallen corpses portends.
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Solvi watches the strange cloud, but nothing comes to her mind concerning its properties.
In the meantime, as her spell takes shape, the legate raises his jagged piece of black glass high into air and the thing somehow draws the gossamer webbing and drinks the arcane energies from the air.
Using Pebble as spell deliverer, and still under invisibility, Gilian casts Protection from arrows on Solvi granting her DR10/magic vs missile weapons.
Waiting for first three orcs to get into his range, Duncan once again makes a wide slash to maximize the damage.
Sorok sees the Legate throw the flask of liquid onto the fallen knight and doesn't hesitate. Fearing some sort of undeath magic, he raises his axe high above his head he steps next to the knights head and delivers a decapitating blow.
Catching a glimpse of the dark glass in the legate's hand, Crunk racks his memory for what the item could be. Oh shit! That can't be good. Who are these people that someone would send someone with that against them.
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Catching a glimpse of the dark glass in the legate's hand, Crunk racks his memory for what the item could be. Oh s#!+! That can't be good. Who are these people that someone would send someone with that against them.
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Illiameyl decides to improve her defence by pulling over onto it's side with legs facing towards the orcs, then ducks behind the table placing her sabres on the ground and unhooking her bow to ready with an arrow.