Morvan speaks a word of magic, praying for Asmodeus's warding, then charges one of the spectres to flank with Kallant.
Kallant gets off an arrow before getting his soul damaged by both specters.
Melii moves to the side of the specter Morvan attacked, slicing through it with her electrified sword in a two-handed chop.
Seeing Kallant's predicament, Kizziar flies over him and tries to harry the two spectres, diverting their attention from him.
The first specter glares at Morvan and turns smoothly to attack him.
The second one continues assaulting Kallant.
The spectre attempts to drain Morvan's life force, but he shakes it off and returns the first specter's glare. He prays for Asmodeus's divine favor, then again strikes at the spectre with his mace.
HP 86/88
Fervor: 4/6
Blessings: 6/6
Sacred Armor: 7/8 minutes
Sacred Weapon: 8/8 rounds
Spells Cast: instant armor (7/8 minutes), shield of faith (7/8 minutes), divine favor (10/10 rounds)
Kallant groans again at another soul-sucking hit. He steps back from the spectres and fires three more ghost salt arrows.
Frustrated by his apparent lack of effect on the combat, Kizziar flies up and hovers around 30 feet, turning invisible again. He watches as the others fight, trying to think of something more significant he can do to contribute.
The first specter gasps in agony, dropping to its knees before being sucked away into a nearby sword, which begins glowing faintly green.
The second specter snarls and retreats, striking at Kallant one more time before fleeing.
You both manage to hit the wispy specter as it flees.
Urashu moves himself into range again, but chooses to not use one of his limited spells on the fleeing creature.
Morvan grins, then says, "Running away?" He charges his mace with power from Asmodeus - a power that specifically harmed the undead, then charged and struck at the spectre.
HP 86/88
Fervor: 4/6
Blessings: 6/6
Sacred Armor: 7/8 minutes
Sacred Weapon: 8/8 rounds
Spells Cast: instant armor (7/8 minutes), shield of faith (7/8 minutes), divine favor (10/10 rounds)
Kallant leans over and groans.
With a scream of rage and pain, the specter implodes, the residual glow from its form sucked into another sword buried in the plain, which then begins glowing green.
Morvan lets the magical enhancement on his mace fade, then says, "Kallant, how badly are you hurt? Do you requre healing?"
Kallant straightens up with a groan. "Just a flesh wound, sir." Not wanting to admit being hurt.
"Should I use my wand, or should we exhaust some spells?"
Kizziar floats down until he is again level with the humanoids and flickers back into visibility.
"Let's use the wand - we may need those spells later if we are again visited by spectres such as these."
Urashu checks over his gun and then sheathes it. He isn’t one to complain about relatively easy fights, but it would be nice to face something he can actually shoot his pistol at.
With everyone standing around him, Kallant pulls out his cure wand and heals himself.
"Alright. Show's over. Let's go." Kallant puts his wand away and leads the team through the field.
You rest for the remainder of the night, the mist blurring your vision and distorting sounds, so that what sleep you get is fitful and unpleasant. Once the sun comes up and the mist dissipates some, you set out, attempting to resume your northward journey.
The mist makes it hard to see, obscuring the sun and confusing your sense of direction. You wander for several hours, unsure of what direction you're actually going before you hear a loud, continuous roaring coming up from in front of you. It starts muted, but is gradually becoming louder.
Kizziar turns invisible and flies forward until he is around 40 feet ahead of the rest of the party, peering into the fog with his magical and mundane senses.
Morvan sighs at the sound of the roaring ahead.
Urashu draws his gun and makes sure it’s loaded. Sir, i can’t pinpoint the sound but it’s defintely in the air: possibly flying towards us. I can possibly shoot it down if needed; i just learned a spell that could help with this. It’s only one chance though, so I need to be able to see it
"Perhaps we should try the stealthy approach - I don't think the rest of us have a means of flying, and if you can't shoot it down, it may just rain arrows or something from above onto our heads."
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Urashu frowns, remembering the last time they tried a stealth approach.
Kizziar hurriedly tells the others, The creature that captured Vespartius made almost exactly that sound! I can see several lights coming towards us through the mist, currently around 300 feet away.
For a brief second, Morvan was sorely tempted to get its attention so it could take them straight to Vespartius. However, he realized that would likely place them in an untenable situation, and so he instead chose to say, "Let's try and avoid drawing its attention. Maybe it will have as many visibility issues with the fog as we are. Hide."
Urashu follows suit, but has clearly learned from his last attempt. He keeps his pistol tucked close to his body and relaxes, fading into the mist.
Kizziar drops to the ground and remains perfectly still, waiting for the creature to pass.
The creature pauses as it flies overhead, hovering momentarily before dropping to the ground directly beside Morvan, examining him closely. The scene is both intense and surreal, the imminent threat of the large creature contrasted with the muffled sound and clouded vision from the ethereal mist.