Lys will take a five foot step backwards. She will then drop her bow and draw her sickle. She will then ready herself to take an attack from the burly man.
Initiatives
Akari - 20 - UNCONCIOUS
Melee - DEAD
Burly Man - 17
Darkness caster (1) - 17 - DEAD
Zul feron - 16
Avdol/Saldrazar - 15 - UNCONCIOUS
Archer 3 - 15
Gabriel - 2 - INJURED
Sleep caster (2) - 12 - DEAD
Archer 2 - 10
Archer 4 - 10
Lysanthir - 8
Melee - DEAD
Archer 1 - 5
He looks to Lysanthir, relieving one hand from the sword moving up to Lysanthir. "Perhaps you should rest, girl."
Zul 5's at an angle allowing 5' to be between himself and the boss. Then, casting a spell, the Burly man's eyes flare up in a rage as he attempts to fight off it's effects...
An archer witnesses this and attempts an attack at Zul.
Missing him entirely.
failed so im stunned and drop my sickle.
Lysanthir stands there unmoving, stunned in place as she attempts to catch her breath.
The last archer shoots the truest they have yet, clipping Lysanthir's cheek below her right eye, leaving a small cut. A single drop of blood leaks out and rides down her cheek like a tear would.
"Oh?... And I suppose YOU will be the one to show me? Though this caster... might be problematic"
he brings his leg up and around behind him in form of a turning back kick. Gabriel ducks swiftly as the man's leg swipes over him missing him entirely. The burly man smirks, now pivoting his body as his legs switched rolls.
Raising his shield for this second attack, Gabe blocks it and a large "clang" rung out in the room. The man stares at Gabe while regaining his stature, "Good, if you went down so easily..." He turns his head ever so slightly, acknowledging Akari's unconscious body, "... then where would be the fun?..."
Zul provokes by using his wand on Avdol
The last archer's attack misses Lysanthir but only just.
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As the burly man keeps pushing his attack something ignites inside Gabriel. He blocks the attack and when the burly man tries to hit Zul, Gabriel impedes the attack on his allie using his sword and forces the foe to face him before striking again.
"There will be no fun. There will only be Sun, and you'll end burnt!"
Both archers aim and shoot at Gabriel once more. Fearing for if they missed of it hitting their boss just as much as missing their enemy altogether. "Bahahahaha!,.... Show me this 'light' then! the man taunts.
Lys takes a five foot step back, pulls out her extract of cure light wounds and drinks it.
"Ah, much better. You're really going to need some more men after this. If you finish with us you'll have to kill them all too, unless you're the type of man to go back on his words."
"everyone has their... uses..." the man says coyly, readjusting his stance and shooting Lysanthir a grin. "Maybe if you're lucky I'll allow you the privilage of watching..."
The man would now replace his grip upon the sword while taking a step towards Zul, and make a swipe at him. Just before making contact with Zul's body, a darkness shudders into existence. It lashes out and striking the man in the wound left by Gabe's sword and the man winces in pain, his sword having only just grazed Zul's body. A fresh cut mark engraved into his face now, just above his right eye, equally traveling below it. Zul scoffs at the man, and regains his stance, shrugging the pain off. At the snap of his fingers a new darkness erupts and is absorbed by his body once more.
Zul would step away from the man once more and ready his longspear.
On of the archers attempts helping the others once more,
aarrrgh!... the man growls in protest to your well placed strike."the battle isn't won yet,... "
A black smoke begins drifting down through the on the ceiling. Barely noticeable at first but manifesting into some entity. Falling down with both the properties of smoke and liquid in the sense that as it fell it almost appeared to be smoldering. It dropped and landed in the chair the burly man once sat in, all the while leaving a trail of smoke behind like a comet would have a tail. The smoke furles as the movement pulled at it in every which direction as it descends rapidly. Upon landing in the chair you make note now that it takes a more humanoid form, "pathetic... I expected better from you Geof..." the smokey figure says..
"shut the hell up K-" Geof begins only to be interrupted by the man, who in the same action presses a smokey finger to his lips.
"you are to die if you cannot finish them off... where the man's eyes should be, glow a bloody red, and you are barely able to make out a grin upon his face.
Geof nods...
She will then toss a bomb at the nearest archer(hopefully within 30ft).
"Oh he's dead any ways."
(messed this up earlier the extra +1 is from throw anything, didnt realize it applied to bombs as well)
The archer is hit square in the chest and the explosion is enough to also blow him back against the upper shelving. The man's robes and mask are beyond tattered now, his body ever swerving back an forth as if trying to keep his balance to stand.
Initiatives
Akari - 20 - UNCONCIOUS
Melee - DEAD
Geof - 17
Darkness caster (1) - 17 - DEAD
Zul feron - 16
Avdol/Saldrazar - 15 - UNCONCIOUS
Archer 3 - 15
Gabriel - 2 - INJURED
Sleep caster (2) - 12 - DEAD
Archer 2 - 10
Archer 4 - 10
Lysanthir - 8
Melee - DEAD
Archer 1 - 5 Staggered
The man just hit staggers back using his other arm to guide himas he walks along the shelving up top and makes his way round towards one of the other archers.
"If you can no longer shoot... then die..." Geof instructs the man. His voice hollow of all emotion and said without so much as a brief hesitation.
The man catches Gabriel offguard with a kick to his ribs. If not for his armor he may not have recovered before the following blows ensued. However he easily dodges them, all the while the man retains his eye contact as if enjoying every little flinch or wince of pain he was able to inflict at this point. He then sidesteps to get out of the flanking position but remains adjacent to Gabriel. "The light? I suppose I'll just extinguish it..."
The man behind the desk laughs heartily, "Theatrical! I love it!"
Zul looks to Gabriel unpanicked. "We end this now,...
He moves provoking from Geof...
...but is missed...
He gets into position again, provoking purposefully from Geof again, but giving Gabriel flanking. "What's the matter?... Done hitting me? At your limit Geof?"
Ans with another snap of his fingers, Zul Feron take a momentary victim once more. The man's eyes go blank as he stands there unable to act.
Though now Lysanthir is singled out away from the group, the archers are still finding it hard to hit their mark!
Lysanthir will toss a bomb at the archer on the other side of the room from the only she hit last time.
"last chance boys switch sides and maybe we let you live"
probably a miss even with touch ac
so square behind him.
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3X7
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The bomb sails past the archer's body hitting the bookshelf over his right shoulder. The blast causes books to be blown apart as pages fly everywhere if not automatically disintegrated.
Though taken by surprise they remain semi aware of what was thrown and are able to dodge away from some of the damage. Geof scoffs at Lysanthir, clearly proud of his words, "HA! you think they're ignorant enough to betray me? to betray him?..." he gestures to the shadowy figure which smirks, then stands.
"I'll leave this to you then Geof... Do Not, Disappoint me..." His smoky body would fall to the ground, dispersing from whence he stood. The smoke flowed outward in a way alike to that of a crumbling tower.
"Finish the girl off!" he now growls. "Whoever proves useful will gain the blessing..." His eyes shimmer with a caniving tone as his eyes meets Gabriel's. "Ready to join your friends? Soon, you will be engulfed in darkness... this I promise you!"
He then turns to Zul, 5 foots and finishes his round of attacks.
Zul takes some damage, but a lot of it shocks back at Geof doing damage as it had before. Re tracking back to it's original state Zul smirks at Geof, "You're not looking healthy either Geof..."
The staggering archer slumps to the wall, breathing heavy and unable to take further actions without opening a wound. The archer nearest him gives off an impatient demeanor through how he held himself.
Akari - 20 - UNCONCIOUS
Melee - DEAD
Geof - 17
Darkness caster (1) - 17 - DEAD
Zul feron - 16
Avdol/Saldrazar - 15 - UNCONCIOUS
Archer 3 - 15
Gabriel - 2 - INJURED
Sleep caster (2) - 12 - DEAD
Archer 2 - 10 -Damaged
Archer 4 - 10
Lysanthir - 8
Melee - DEAD
Archer 1 - 5 Staggered
The wounds on Geof are adding up as his severely tattered clothing leaves his chest exposed. All the fresh wounds from the parties' attacks assorted with a few others that had long since healed over. The man before you is in rough shape indeed.
If Lys can move to pick up her bow without provoking she will.
nope! not at 4hp.
Lys will toss a bomb at the same archer as last time.
miss again.
next to him on his right, Lys' left. reflex to half 5 damage.
The archer once more was able to dodge Lysanthir's bomb, minimizing the damage of the concussive blow. Once again more books off the shelves udderly destroyed.
Geof has a solid Crimson chest from the wounds he'd recieved. His breaths he now took became wheezes as seconds passed. In a fury he held his ground though.
He places his free hand on the sword which is noticeably covered in blood. Though a powerful swing, it misses as his hand slips from the grip. He lets it go and t falls to the floor. Seemingly done with it's results he holds his stance as he cautiously watches your movements. He also seems to be looking about the room for something...
Zul steps back provoking from Geof...
Though reluctant, Geof still both attempts and misses getting a solid hit on Zul. Zul however now stands with a ten foot gap between himself and Geof. Once more he uses his wand though this time, on himself.
Both miss yet again...
The papers that weren't completely disintegrated have settled on the floor below from where your bombs were thrown. Littering, now incomplete, literature in a collage of destruction. For now, the lives of you and your friends only add anxiety to your temporarily hypersensitive thoughts leaving your mind to wander into despair momentarily.
"Avdol.............."
A calm collected and random voice by which you'd never heard before rings out and echoes into silence as it befalls you once more. Black tendral sod shadow begin emerging around you holding you in place causing you to feel helpless as you feel like you're drowning from the constriction. You watch this happen to you for a time only realizing as it pulls you into your own shadow that you are watching this happen, but the man that was you is someone else. He has now face in this dream state and what was an out of body experience has since seemed to turn into a vision of sorts. Left confused for a time everything fades to blackness once more.
Lys shakes her head briefly What the hell was that?.
She will then go grab the longspear from the dead melee fighter.
The thrusts that Geof throws at Gabriel all miss as his kick soars high over Gabriel's head, a punch flying too far left to the right of his face. Using his own momentum in hopes to clip Gabe, he swings around with a vicious backhand to which Gabriel blocks with his shield non chalantly. Growling in frustration at his own failure, Geof simply eyes Gabriel in disgust.
Zul moves to flank with Gabriel and attacks Geof.
Raising your shield and blocking his attack just miliseconds prior was enough to set your balance off ever so slightly. Your attack, though thrown true as your faith, misses only just, taking off mere hairs as it "whoosh!"es past Geof's head.
"It's been a while,..." he says regaining his stature, "... since someone has caused me this much trouble, though corruption is both good and evil. Are you truly sure which side is which anymore?" he says generally in making a point more than truly expecting an answer.
Among the archers you notice one grabs at his quiver and pulls an arrow out per usual... This time however they stare at the arrow for a moment before knocking and shooting it.
He then drops his bow and begins moving towards a ladder, while another attack is launched.
If Lys can make it up to one of the archers she will stab at him with the spear. While saying "We gave you every chance."
She was still hoping that somehow they could save these men, or that her bombs would dissuade them from continuing their attacks. But their continued attacks have made it clear they wont stop.
"Stains come in all shapes, sizes and colors... Who are you to say that my stain is any different from your own? Did you and your friends not aimlessly kill and threaten prior to knowing?... " his head nods in the direction of the entrance as he says this. "I can live with my sins,... Can you?"
And with that you fall unconscious as he jabs a punch with such intense speed that you are unable to react in time. He then moves to Lysanthir, provoking an attack from Zul.
Zul misses his attempt, but only just! Lysanthir gets an AoO vs Geof as he moves up beside her. Zul follows the man staying back but witching range of his longspear, (reach weapon). Holding his ground he awaits Lysanthir's attack to make his own. Seeing their boss begin to encounter the very one they were told to take out they turned their bows this time toward Zul.
As Geof approaches Lys strikes out with the spear. And then again as she takes her turn.
The second attack if it hits does little more than graze his cheek.
Geof, having barely been hit with anything to show for it, seems to have gone into a daze now. As if his limits are being pushed he begins to stagger more resembling a drunk.
He is unable to land a hit and as he attempts a split of blood gushes forth from one of his many runes.
Two more arrows shoot past and sink into the floor just past everyone.
Moar stabbing
Lys notices that the shots are landing nowhere near her anymore. Based one the mood of the room she deduces that the shots might be aimed at Geof.
I still might kill them.
Geof' eyes gaze to the archers, confirming what Lysanthir had just confirmed. His wounds reopening with each taxing movement he makes now. A blank look in his eyes as if his mind is elsewhere momentarily he makes for his escape, easily dodging your attcks. The look of frustration and failure wash over him A cold chill seeps down the nape of your neck as you stand there, fully aware of the change in the enemies before you. For a moment you are caught unaware and the chill reminds you of a fall breeze before the hairs raise on the back of your neck.
"Don't get too upset Lysanthir,... I didn't want to use this just yet..." Zul pulls a small vial from his bag and throwing it just infront of Geof who made it to the top of the stairs.
The other archer half steps closer to the edge, "give me my freedom and I'll assist you." Zul Nods to this, as the archer takes aim and shoots true.
The other archer holds steady, awaiting whats to come as Geof stands there frozen in placed, stunned.
"You'll have to tell me how to make those, or at least point me in the right direction to get some. If my master doesnt know it yet, Im sure he would love to learn it too."
(vs touch)
Moving toward, the now stunned, Geof, you thrust your longspear into his back. You feel the spear head glance off his rib cage as the sound of something breaking sounds from his frontside. Out of frustration and desperation you continue pushing however, fully impailing his body. The spear head and roughly 3 feet of the shaft protrude from his chest, bits of gore and blood covering it.His body heaves as he chokes up blood and fights to breath. His eyes become bloodshot with the strain on his body though you hear his struggle to breathe with all that's happened in these past few seconds. You relieve your grip of the longspear and Geof turns to you. The sight before yout would haunt you for some time. Holding onto his last few seconds he reaches to you, his eyes however are already gone in the sense that he is unconscious, blank and bloodshot. Geof's knees fold beneath him, a loud and dull thud rings out as his body lifelessly crumbles to the floor. With one last gasp for air, his face covered in blood now and his body falling, the corner of his lips curl ever so slightly into a smirk-like smile. A separate loud 'THUNK' is heard as his satchel also makes contact with the floor. From it, an orb rolls out and collides with your feet. The orb is marble-like, an arcane infused collaboration of material swirls inside changing from a dark purple/black to a navy blue with bits of a purple-ish pink.
"Lysanthir?... Are you okay?" Zul begins as he walks to just a step past her. "he's gone... He seemed to make quick work of everyone, are you okay?"
"I've been better. Better wait for Avdol to wake up before touching that thing. I assume it's the orb we came here for, but let's not risk it.
Over the next few mins the mutagen wears off and Lys returns to normalacy. Her skins softens, her eyes return to normal size, and she seems to regain some mass.