Solvistania, on hearing the beautiful elvish tongue coming from the corrupted Shadowspawn dwarf, seems to spark a fury from deep inside her, she never knew existed.
in High Elvish, with a note of fury:
She summons from her heart another red tinged missile, heedless of the cost now, only wanting this one obliterated.
As four dwarves converge on Ragnar, Gilian moves just behind the tough Dorn. She swing her atharak round a few times and let it go between the legs of the warrior to hit the dwarf in from of him.
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Solvistania, on hearing the beautiful elvish tongue coming from the corrupted Shadowspawn dwarf, seems to spark a fury from deep inside her, she never knew existed.
in High Elvish, with a note of fury: ** spoiler omitted **
She summons from her heart another red tinged missile, heedless of the cost now, only wanting this one obliterated.
Ritualist shuders, taking the hit and just smiles.
Eyvindr strides towards the nearest foe and plunges his sword into him...
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He then whirls to strike another one .
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The man-bear continues to advance fearlessly, sword swinging in wide arcs and glancing quickly over his shoulder to make sure his little brother is fine...
As the blade bites into her supple form Ilona's sweeping strike is thrown wide, clanging into the ground.
"Dammit, wanna try that again you little bastard?"
Stemming the flow of Ragnar blood, Gilian puts her hand on Ragnar's back and chants softly, focusing her energy to cast Cure light wounds for .
As the dwarf goes down with an arrow in it, Chops turns to the third of his attackers with a front kick.
The kick swishes over the runt as hit dodges the blow. Seeing the opening, Chops brings his axe down...
Pete howls in pain as the sword bites deep into him.
Black tongue:
He tries to maneuver to flank one of his attackers as he lashes out with his new, deadlier talons.
Solvistania doesm't bother replying to the head ritualist, although she mutters an elvish curse after seeing her work undone. She lashes out with another missile at the main ritualist.
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Pete howls in pain as the sword bites deep into him.
Black tongue:
** spoiler omitted **He tries to maneuver to flank one of his attackers as he lashes out with his new, deadlier talons.
1d20+7; 1d4+4+1d61d20+7; 1d4+4+1d6
Little halfling savages the dwarfs with his claws, killing both of them in single strikes.
Heals Ragnar
Ragnar yanks his massive wolf-hilted bastard sword free of it's scabbard, dropping his spear as the dwarves force themselves past it. Grunting as their blows pierce his flesh his grim mask hardens and his eyes blaze
He brings his blade down on his enemy with a powerful overhand chop.
Muni sits on Solvistania's shoulder, well away from the violence and watches the battle. As the warmth of Gilian's healing spreads over Ragnar, the raven chuckles at the doomed dwarves. "Oh those poor, poor bastards." As the massive Dorn misses terribly, the bird cringes. "Oh. c'mon!"
As Solvistania struggles against the effects of the Dark MAgic, the bird snaps it's attention to her and firmly pecks her on he side of the head. "Oh, no you don't. Stay here. No perch o' mine's gonna get enspelled."
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Powerful rage clutches Deathspeaker's heart and his massive thews swing a blade in a deadly arc - that misses the shoulder of the vile dwarf in front of him and clangs on the stone floor, snapping in half. Upon seeing his fateful blade broken, a bleak despair grabs Ragnar by the throat, but he does not give in to it. Barbarian remembers makeshift flail that he made earlier and he grabs it, fully intending to bash the heads of the dwarves in front of him with it.
Solvistania, once she shrugs off the enspelling, turns to the bird on her shoulder, and whispers, "Please stop that, you're hurting me!"
When she sees the death of Sky'tor, she sees a red haze envelope her vision, accompanied by a feeling of grief and rage suffusing her soul, she struggles to avoid being consumed by the emotions, but her only action is to release it by an inarticulate scream of madness.
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Solvistania, once she shrugs off the enspelling, turns to the bird on her shoulder, and whispers, "Please stop that, you're hurting me!"
When she sees the death of Sky'tor, she sees a red haze envelope her vision, accompanied by a feeling of grief and rage suffusing her soul, she struggles to avoid being consumed by the emotions, but her only action is to release it by an inarticulate scream of madness.
Blowing his whistle once again, the ritualist stabs at Chops' back with his wicked long dagger. 1d20 + 3; 1d4 + 3 But the dworg easily evades it. "I will rip your heart out, mongrel!", screams the servant of Dark God in rage.
Chops turns to him and yells, "Backstabber!" before spinning around with his urutuk, chopping at him in a sidways arc.
Chops uses his spinning momentum to bring his foot up in a back kick towards the ritualists chest.
"Who you calling a mongrel, freak!?!"
Solvistania, her eyes still blurred by her tears, now falling uncontrollably down her face, sees the head ritualist catsing another spell, and screams, "No, you've drawn your last breath, you abomination!"
With two savage blows, Chops pushes the ritualist against the altar, wounding him severely in the process. "I'm gonna piss in your slashed throat, abomination!" And then he raises his hand to cast a spell.
Upon seeing his fateful blade broken, a bleak despair grabs Ragnar by the throat, but he does not give in to it.[/ooc]
"Stop waving your blade around like that, you're going to hurt yourself." says Gilian, ducking to evade the shattered greatsword splinters.
"Some of our people are getting hurt her and I can't do anything", she adds, with a little frustration in her voice.
Again, she uses the bulk of the Dorn to conceal her attack and , damage
Edit : misses her target.
[b]"Stop waving your blade around like that, you're going to hurt yourself."
The enraged Dorn says nothing, hardly seeming to notice that his blade has broken. He continues to fight on grimly, silent as death.
The enraged Dorn says nothing, hardly seeming to notice that his blade has broken. He continues to fight on grimly, silent as death.
Muni on the other hand, lifts off of Solvistania's shoulder as she cries in anguish. "Ain't nothin' you can do for the elf now, lady. I know a dead guy when I see one." he says to Gillian. "You're right though. This ain't goin' well."
Time seems to slow for Ilona. Snarling from the scratched cheek her snappy retort dies in her throat as she ses the blades plunge into Sky.
She turns, feeling as if she were underwater, sees the spark in hiseyes go dim. A shriek pierces the air...Solvi....rage seems to shake the very air...Ragnar...she can feel the strike through the hearts of every member of their group.
Pete limps forward to one of the remaining enemies and slashing with his claws.
She feels it well up like a surging tide, the need to end this before any of the others fall, and she responds. Her blade becomes a glowing rose blur as it passes, like a whispering night wind across the twisted body of one of the dwarves.
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Every eye is drawn as the dwarf seems to part, like a field of wheat before the thresher. Tainted blood paints the air and above it all, a roaring wordless battlecry in a voice of sheer fury, that sends the fading elf's spirit along its way. Complete in the knowledge that he has been avenged.
It is the sound of justice.