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Dr Tovanarish continues his assault
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Dr. Tovanarish manages to wound the swordsman only slightly, but Tybalt and Volidrian cut down the mouthy bandit in a spray of blood.
The shadowy wraith steps forward to lay its hand upon the archer again.
The archer manages to dodge the attack. Terrified of his undead assailant, he turns and flees.
The other rogue likeways continues to run from the apparition.
The swordsman, however, continues his frothy rage and slashes at Leandro with his bastard sword.
The party is up!
Leandro adjusts his position to attack the wereboar yet again, fortified by Res's prayer.
Res begins chanting again. "Gorum, rid this world of this undead creature!". Res channels positive energy to harm the Wight.
He then moves to flank with Leandro.
"Shadowy form that feeds on fear, you are never welcome here.
Deathly wraith whose touch is chill, leave 'fore we make you ill/" Tybalts says softly, his eyes wide at the spectral form.
Leandro cuts down the wereboar berserker with his glaive, and it falls lifeless upon the cobblestone. The wraith’s attention is immediately drawn to the wave of positive energy flowing from Res.
Irikar finishes his spell and a small ball of light appears, quickly firing two bolts of solid light at the undead beast.
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He then steps next to the Paladin, and hurls a bolt of lightning of his own at the wraith.
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Irikar’s summoned creature fails to strike the wraith with its blasts, but his own lightning strikes true.
Dr. Tovanarish redirects his spiritual weapon at the undead presence, and also sends a bolt of positive energy at it.
Both of these attacks strike their mark.
Ignoring the fleeing wereboars, the wraith approaches the cleric who scorched it with divine energy. It reaches out a shadowy hand at Res.
As the dread being approaches, your animals are unnerved by the unnatural presence.
Meanwhile, a second wraith, emerged from where the first archer fell, approaches from the East.
Leandro steps closer to both of the wraiths, raises his holy symbol high, and chants a blessing. A wash of holy energy sweeps across the two undead.
Dropping his holy symbol back onto his breast, the paladin grasps Thorn with both hands, preparing to harm any evil creatures that approach.
Dynamo growls at the approach, feeling the unnatural aura pulling at his animal instincts, despite the bond making him something other than a mere beast. Irikar reaches up a hand to steady his friend, and steps closer to the paladin a second time while the archon fires its rays of light.
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Standing next to Leandro, Irikar calls the lightning again, hurling another bolt at the Wraith.
Res grimaces at the wraith's touch on his arm, the negative energy searing his insides and draining a little of his life away. He takes a step toward Leandro and Irikar while shouting, "Pharasma, Gorum sends this vile abomination back to you permanently." Another positive bolt of energy emerges from's the holy symbol and catches both wraiths for positive energy damage.
Tybalt moves awway to the comfort of the nearby buiulding, hanging around under the eaves his words softly reverberate from the rafters. "Spooky fellows, feel my friends holy wrath - you wraths..."
With the onslaught of channeling, plus Irikar’s electric blast, the first wraith dissipates with an unearthly wail. However, the second wraith continues its approach.
The lantern archon fails to strike its target.
Tybalt cannot see any other threats ahead. It may be that, as Leandro speculated, the wereboar archer slain by the wraith could give rise to another wraith where she fell.
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Volidrian had dropped his scimitar to switch to his bow. However, his shot passed harmlessly through the creature.
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Realizing his current weapon is useless Volidrian drops his backup bow and runs to pick up his only magical weapon.
Dr Tovanarish directs his spiritual weapon on the remaining wraith
He points at the wraith and mutters
“Abjuros Mortuus”
Dr. Tovanarish strikes the wraith with both his spells. It glides forward toward Leandro.
Leandro does his best to skewer the evil undead as it menaces him.
Leandro strikes the wraith. It, in turn, reaches out a spectral hand at the paladin and swipes at his very essence.
Irikar steps back and away from the Wraith, then throws a blast of lightning at it.
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The ball of light follows the wraith, then fires two more rays of light.
Dr Tovanarish maintains his spiritual weapon’s attack on the wraith. He thrusts his hand towards the incorporeal horror a second time
Irikar hits the wraith with a solid blast. It seems to flicker a moment, and then a swipe of Dr. Tovanarish’s spiritual weapon finishes it off. With an eerie moan, the black shape dissipates into the fog.
Volidrian will wander the battlefield picking up all his dropped weapons.
"It may have only been the confusion of battle but those creatures seemed unusually resistant to my arrows and sword. Is there a particular method to defeating them?"
Leandro staggers back against the wall of the house behind him. "Thank you," he gasps, nodding at the others. Pressing a hand to his side, he says in some bafflement, "I feel strange. Hollow?"
As the wraith evaporates and the adrenalin from the encounter fades, Res feels the full impact of his injuries. He grimaces as he holds back a moan. "I feel that same hollowness, Leandro. I can heal the physical damage, but we will need a more powerful cleric than me to restore this additional malady and regain full health."
Res prays twice more to Gorum, asking for his healing energy for himself and his allies. and "I'm saving one last channel in case we encounter any more of these undead creatures on our way home."
"Leandro or Irikar, you may know to be able to answer Volidrian's question better than me, what is the best way to harm these undead creatures with weapons instead of energy?"
Leandro shakes his head in response to Res, and because he can feel the healing energy of the cleric is not as effective as usual.
"The undead dislike the energy of life, as well as all that is good and holy. I can pray to make a weapon magical for a minute or so, which might help. But those wraiths have only their malignant spirit, not a corporeal form. Which is a long way of saying I don't know." The paladin smiles wryly. "I could have done more if I had not been tied up by the pig-man."
Irikar shakes his head, "I don't know much about them, but they are spirits without bodies. Still malevolent, but completely immune to normal arms. Magical ones are somewhat effective, unless enchanted specifically against the threat. Like all undead, the life energies of clerics and paladins burn them, as does magic -- especially force."
He pauses, then adds, "The same is true of armour. An incorporeal creature can reach through any manner of steel or leather -- though, again, magic helps."
"We will need to find a cleric of some skill tomorrow. I fear it will not be cheap. Mayhap these scoundrels can help us fund the expense they caused." Leandro examines his companions. "Is anyone still wounded?"
"Yes, I am still injured. I made Gorum proud today in that fight, but it had its price. I could use some of your healing energy to return to health. Then I can help you search the remains."
Res assists Leandro in examining the bodies. to look for anything hidden on the bodies or clues to the wraith's appearance.
Irikar offers, "I'll keep an eye for the bandits, in case they come back. Imagine they won't much like us stripping their dead."
"You mean putting their ill-gotten gains to the use of righteousness, of course," Leandro quips, rummaging through belt pouches.
The witch chuckles, despite himself, "Sure. We can call it that."
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Tybalt looks to Leandro, "A bit of rest and you should be good."
He taps the whip on his belt, silvered and barbed. "This is alright against lycanthropes, but I do feel fairly useless against those ghostly undead. My spells are not useful either really."
"Well, that was a refreshing event. However, it is very late. Let's make our way back to the boarding houses. If we hurry, we may reach the tavern before it closes so that we can celebrate our vanquished foes," urges Res.
Tybalt nods; "Though best not to partake too much ale, I'm sure the Landlady wouldn't be appreciative." He smiles softly, as he walks with Res and the others.
"I feel as if a drink would put me under the bed rather than in it. No tavern for me tonight, I fear. And the sight of me drunk would hardly be an offering of beauty fit for my patroness." Leandro smiles ruefully. "No, I will meet you back at Mrs. Maynard's, friends."
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Res shakes his head and mutters, "Forgive them, Gorum, they have not learned how to celebrate a good fight and victory; give me time, they will learn." Aloud, he says, "As you will, we let's go back to rest."
"Sleep, for then we can have a nice dawn drink and celebrate the new day and being alive" Tybalt agrees.