And the shade of proud Eyvindr disperses into nothingness.
Anang reels back a few steps as the soldiers swords carve bloody furrows across his ribcage, agonising pain leaving his mind a white hot burning empty slate for a scant few seconds. In that tiny sliver of time the shadow left on the elf's soul seems to awaken and uncoil itself. Tendrils of darkness burst out into his body, spiralling through and around muscle and bone and then pulling tight, making his entire body tense and spasm. One tendril flickers out through Anang's mouth, reaching toward the two sentries and just for split second he appears to have a four foot long forked black tongue. Then the elf's body jerks forward apparently oblivious to the copious amounts of dark blood welling out of the wounds on his chest. The first step is stiff but Anang's gait smooths rapidly in to the fluid light footed grace of a born jungle predator, completely focussed on the kill. Just as he re approaches the range of the soldier's blades the elf leaps, bringing a blade arcing down toward each sentry's throat.
As the webbing entangles the soldiers and the forms of fallen skeletal warriors appear causing chaos among their enemies the Dwarf smiles, never breaking stride as he charges straight into the enemies lines.
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Anang reels back a few steps as the soldiers swords carve bloody furrows across his ribcage, agonising pain leaving his mind a white hot burning empty slate for a scant few seconds. In that tiny sliver of time the shadow left on the elf's soul seems to awaken and uncoil itself. Tendrils of darkness burst out into his body, spiralling through and around muscle and bone and then pulling tight, making his entire body tense and spasm. One tendril flickers out through Anang's mouth, reaching toward the two sentries and just for split second he appears to have a four foot long forked black tongue. Then the elf's body jerks forward apparently oblivious to the copious amounts of dark blood welling out of the wounds on his chest. The first step is stiff but Anang's gait smooths rapidly in to the fluid light footed grace of a born jungle predator, completely focussed on the kill. Just as he re approaches the range of the soldier's blades the elf leaps, bringing a blade arcing down toward each sentry's throat.
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With two well-played blows, the elf spills the sentries' life blood and they die, snuffed like candle flame before sudden wind.
Chops breaks his rhythm with Ragnar and Ilona, picking up his pace before breaking into a full out charge. He attempts to duck and shuffle along the left side of the line of warriors in the web, trying to avoid any sword or spear blows they may make as he focuses on the man in black.
As he passes, he leaps over some of the trailing bits of web strait towards the black clad enemy with a leaping side kick.
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Chops breaks his rhythm with Ragnar and Ilona, picking up his pace before breaking into a full out charge. He attempts to duck and shuffle along the left side of the line of warriors in the web, trying to avoid any sword or spear blows they may make as he focuses on the man in black.
As he passes, he leaps over some of the trailing bits of web strait towards the black clad enemy with a leaping side kick.
Warrior in black deftly steps aside, letting Chops fly beside him and swings his sword at the dworg.
But he misses and turns so that he can keep an eye on both Chops and the rest of his attackers.
Chops skids to a halt after missing the probable leader. He gives a little chuckle, turns around, tap tap taps Liberation against his empty palm, undaunted by his failed attack. "Heh heh heh. Now your surrounded," he taunts.
Ilona levels her blade at the leader violet flames writhing around her sword. Her eyes flash and her mouth opens, unleashing a resonant battlecry that washes over her allies infusing them with a renewed sense of fervor.
She strides forth, unhurried, steady, an angel of vengance alongside the spectre of death. She locks eyes with the leader of the enemy, promising destruction.
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Muni flies over the pit, sending his thoughts to Felina and allowing her to see what is inside.
A naked woman lies there, dressed only in her beneath the waist long snow-white hair, caked in dirt and blood. She sobs quietly and her skin is covered in bruises and cuts.
Next to her is a strange creature. It seems human at first glance - or at least it would seem human if its skin was not purplish blue and covered with strange golden tattoos, even on its shaven head. It is hard to judge, but it looks like it would stand some seven feet tall if not cramped in that pit. It is obviously male and slabs of muscle cover its torso. In fact, it seems like the creature has muscles on its muscles. There are two collars on its neck - one made of iron and the other made of what seems to be gold. The creature sits as far away from the woman as the pit allows, looking at her with its head bowed as in sorrow. You can not see its face...
As the blade bite deep into Chops, Gilian feels the blood and, dropping a hand on the ground, feels her connection with Pebble.
She chants softly to him and lets some of her powers move to him.
"Bring that to Chops", she says to the elemental.
Charged with healing energy, the small elemental easily evades the thick of the melee by running under it. Guided by Chops unmistakable steps, he moves under him and reaching with an arm, lighlty touches his back leg, releasing the spell.
Solvistania, on hearing her familiar's urgent request, blocks out the sounds of combat and concentrates on each detail received from their telepathic link. She utters a command to Felina, Establish contact with the woman. She then searches her vast stores of knowledge for clues of the origin of the strange beast.
Felina responds to her mistresses command and tries to sneak in closer without alerting the guards.
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Solvistania, on hearing her familiar's urgent request, blocks out the sounds of combat and concentrates on each detail received from their telepathic link. She utters a command to Felina, Establish contact with the woman. She then searches her vast stores of knowledge for clues of the origin of the strange beast.
"Well, isn't that interesting..."
As the battle cry is sounded, the newly invigorated Dwarf tightens his grip on weapon and shield, then adjusts himself onto the fallen body of the soldier in between the line of shieldmen and in front of the spearman swinging with powerful strokes.
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As the battle cry is sounded, the newly invigorated Dwarf tightens his grip on weapon and shield, then adjusts himself onto the fallen body of the soldier in between the line of shieldmen and in front of the spearman swinging with powerful strokes.
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With one powerful stroke, the dwarf slays the terrified pikeman.
"Well, there are more of you to hit, then", the black sword calmly answer Chops and attacks him.
Chops attempts to duck out of the way of the blow to no effect. When he feels the blade biting in to his flesh, he tries to harden his muscles against the damage, but the blow is to powerful and sends him staggering back a step. He wipes some of the blood off of his chin and spits. "Just one more for the collection. Let's go!"
Charged with healing energy, the small elemental easily evades the thick of the melee by running under it. Guided by Chops unmistakable steps, he moves under him and reaching with an arm, lighlty touches his back leg, releasing the spell.
"Ah, the cavalry. Thanks little fellow. The cut muscle fibers, sinew, fascia, and dermis knit together across Chops' back, leaving behind the blood and a long, white scar to add to the collection of scourge wounds and burn damage. Chops regrips his urutuk in both hands and comes at the black clad man with full force.
The axe soars over the man's head, putting him in position for a kick to the face.
Which misses again, so Chops gets frustrated and bites at the man's arm.
Solvistania realizes they know there is a channeler out there on the field but they are not sure who yet. No need to identify herself further, she instead raises her bow and sights on the leader of this group of Shadow soldiers. As she fires, she notices the presence of Sky'tor is no longer guiding her, but she remembers his techniques well.
Once Solvistania has loosed her arrow, she lowers her bow and looks over at the Erenlander prisoner, in the brief moment of eye contact before she turns her attention back to the combat unfolding before them, he is struck by her intense gaze, although only a few seconds, he gets the impression she has already disected him and knows every deep dark secret of his soul.
Then he hears her speak, "You were a prisoner? Who was your captor?"
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Once Solvistania has loosed her arrow, she lowers her bow and looks over at the Erenlander prisoner, in the brief moment of eye contact before she turns her attention back to the combat unfolding before them, he is struck by her intense gaze, although only a few seconds, he gets the impression she has already dissected him and knows every deep dark secret of his soul.
Then he hears her speak, "You were a prisoner? Who was your captor?"
Meets Solvi's gaze fearlessly. All the while never letting Gilian get more than a step or two away.
Some sarcosan woman her name I do not know. They were taking me to a legate named Thrisk. I put out his left eye years ago and he has hunted me ever since.
Strokes his burn scarred left arm
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One of the soldiers holding the shields goes down with an arrow through his head. The rest cry in fear and, starting to violently tear at the webbing and managing to break away from it, begin to run away in the general direction of the forest behind them.
"Come back, you cowards, Izrador curse you!", shouts the black-clad sword-wielder.
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Once Solvistania has loosed her arrow, she lowers her bow and looks over at the Erenlander prisoner, in the brief moment of eye contact before she turns her attention back to the combat unfolding before them, he is struck by her intense gaze, although only a few seconds, he gets the impression she has already dissected him and knows every deep dark secret of his soul.
Then he hears her speak, "You were a prisoner? Who was your captor?"
Meets Solvi's gaze fearlessly. All the while never letting Gilian get more than a step or two away.
Some sarcosan woman her name I do not know. They were taking me to a legate named Thrisk. I put out his left eye years ago and he has hunted me ever since.
Strokes his burn scarred left arm
As the terrified soldiers break formation, Duncan advances, still holding the useless longsword, and approaches Chops from the back. Calmly he touches Dworg's shoulder, casting a healing spell, and as the magic is closing Chop's remaining wounds, he whispers,"Now hit him once for me, would you."
Ragnar lashes out at one of the fleeing soldiers.
"Solvistania, clear this mess, please."
As the terrified soldiers break formation, Duncan advances, still holding the useless longsword, and approaches Chops from the back. Calmly he touches Dworg's shoulder, casting a healing spell, and as the magic is closing Chop's remaining wounds, he whispers,"Now hit him once for me, would you."
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The dworg feels the flesh completely knit across his back into a long, smooth scar with no signs of a keloid forming, unlike several of his other battle-trophies. He turns to Duncan and smiles his big, tusked gring. "Thanks buddy. I've just been warming up...oh, wait! Where do you think you're going?" he breaks off as the fleeing soldier tries to get past him.
Chops swings out an open palm in a horizontal arc aimed at the "warriors" neck.
The shade of Eyvindr lashes out at a fleeing soldier
It then slowly turns it's head in synch with the other two skeletal figures, directing it's empty gaze on the Black Knight. It sprints, trailing black smoke from between it's nimble bones.
It then fades into nothingness as the shade of Anvinder bursts through it's dissipating remains.
The fleeing soldiers hold the skeleton's attention just long enough for it to swipe at their backs.
Then it's head turns to the black knight, racing directly through the vanishing form of Eyvindr to follow Ragnar's brother's wicked slash with it's own, lining up opposite Chops.