[dice=Spellcraft]1d20+8
Sorogar's eyes widen in shock as Krokkin is gruesomely wounded right next to her, and in only a matter of seconds at that!
Rage wells up in her body, a desire to main and kill this creature, to drink and feast on the blood of the betrayer, and is it only at the last second that she instead reaches out to Krokkin and heals him instead!
"Are you all right!?" she cries to him as the wave of positive energy fades. "Don't scare me like that! You're a better warrior than him!"
"You see, we are a team! That's why we win," she directs at mostly Prisssterica and Waggin. "I've got to disable their powerhouse after I deal with her!"
She casts another spell as her bird continues to sing. This time, hopefully, it takes out that backstabbing murdereress.
Enough of this! Krokkin roars as he reaches his arms back drawing out the Halberd. Red encroaches on his vision as the draws out the Halberd attacking in a downward arc, then spinning in a circle to strike again the blade singing thru the air.
Krokkin stumbles backward almost into Sorogar as he misses the second attack, the loss of blood and pain from the rending hitting him full force due to the movement of his attack.
He barely notices Sorogars hand touch him but the burst of energy and healing nearly causes him to be swept away in the river of rage. His vision clears as the wave passes thru him. and Sorogars comments seem to come from afar as she starts speaking but growing in volume until at the end she is her normal volume.
I am good, gotta remember to keep my hands up. He smiles while still facing Prissiterica. No more games, you need to die NOW!
Brek considers his next move....
and steps back, his lips muttering an incarnation as he moves his fingers in pattern undiscernable...
Prisssterica screams and grabs her ears as the spell Ohime cast hits her. In her distraction, Krokkin attacks and severs her head from her body.
Hrine attacks in the moment of glory, throwing a club into Ohime from his purchase on the upper echelons of the cave. The club thunks satisfying ly into her causing decent damage.
Trisyus lunges toward Sorogar calling for the power of his god in the attack. Brek's flame is there to meet him. The flare of the fire in his face is enough to make him miss his attacks. And drawing an attack from the now thoroughly enraged Krokkin.
Waggin seeing another opportunity, slashes out at Krokkin but misses yet again.
Betrayal is one of the hardest things Ohime has had to deal with in her life. It has never felt good, so even though she is "pleased" Prisssterica gets her comeuppance, she is still shaking in anger, frustration, and worry. This leads Hrine's well-placed club to bash up against her forehead.
Blood trickles down from the head wound and she is sent reeling. All she can see are stars for a moment. "Focus! Focus! You will die if you do not!" is a mantra she repeats in her mind until her sight returns to normal. This was not the first hard hit she'd sustained. Years of adventuring and combat now flood back into her mind. If her eyes were not so pearly white, Hrine would see them go red like Krokkin. He will see her intent focus, much like a serpent about to strike.
"You are small, let's see how you handle my poison. May you die shriveled and unable to move!"
"Ow, that really hurt! I'm going to have a lump there, you idiot. Who throws a club, honestly!?
With that, she licks a bolt of hers, loads it, and lets it loose from her crossbow at Hrine.
(Poison Fort DC18)
"One down. We've got this! Just stay calm and time your attacks well!" Sorogar shouts, drawing from her own lifeforce and theb focussing a small amount of it towards Ohime.
"Trissus! You DARE stand in between Krokkin and me? That will be your last mistake, traitor!"
And, indeed, flanking with Krokkin, Sorogar attacks him with her blade!
Krokkin barely has time to savor the kill as Trissus lands near him with flame surrounding his head. Without thinking Krokkin lashes out catching the Troll with the Halberd.
Time for you to fall, my friend, Krokkin growls and moves in slashing at the troll with two swift blows.
Ohime's bolt nails the morlock causing her to grunt in pain. She manages to maintain her grip on the wall however.
Triysus still enraged feels Krokkin's hits but bats away the last one with a gauntleted hand.Little kitty, first I shall kill your friend then I shall kill you. he threatens.
Waggin again seeing the cat before him attempts to capitalize on the missed weapon strike but in his haste to make good he hits the handle of the halberd.
"Hey Trysius!" Brek calls as he watches the familiar motion of spellcasting.
A swift glance tells him what the troll is attempting but his words were meant to get his attention!
Another flaming hawk with talons outstretched rams into his face once more!
"Isn't it fun for you now?" he mocks looking to divert the attention to him instead and relief pressure off Krokkin.
Sorogar strikes, not wasting the dropped guard!
Whatever that spell might have been...
"Great shooting, Brek! Kick his butt, Sorogar! Don't take your eyes off of him, Krokkin! I'll handle this little club-throwing piggy on the wall!"
She once again licks another bolt. In her sight, Ohime can tell Hrine already struggles. Why not a little more? Soon she won't be able to move at all.
She fires and then crouches
Krokkin Roars at Triysus in response still not registering any other attacks as he is focused on bringing the biggest threat he sees down.
He slashes and stabs at the troll feeling the rage roll out from his muscles with each strike. He slashes across the lower back but stumbles a little out of position and misses on the stab.
Meanwhile, Sorogar conveniently continues cutting the troll across the back!
Triysus roars as the spell takes effect. His wounds seem to seal around the edges a little. The majority of the damage remains leaving him looking pretty ragged.
Hrine remains clinging to the wall, moving a bit and then drawing another club. It is obvious that the poison is starting to have effect.
ROUND 5
Waggin attacks krokkin again but misses and loses hold of his weapon in the gore that covers him.
Krokkin's rage continues to give him a laser-like focus as he continues attacking Triysus. He stabs first for the thigh and then for the calf trying to hobble Triysus. His first strike lands true but in his haste to pull the spear and stab again his aim is just off and he misses the calf.
Round 5
The sneak had produced another club from somewhere stashed up there.
"Where are you even pulling those from!?"
This time, she is ready. She pulls up her crossbow and lets off another shot into the foe. Meanwhile, her bird continues its song, encouraging all those who are fighting on behalf of the true tribes and not these villains to fight better.
Round 5
"One more for the road?" Brek calls out as he too completes his own spell.
A Humming bird dives towards the troll to explode into a little acidic concoction.
Again Ohime's bolt strikes true and this time blood and poison drip out of the wound.
Sorogar continues the assault with a wicked back handed thrust that cuts clothing but not skin on the troll.
Hrine, seeing Triysuss in trouble drops from her overhanging position and channel's an aura of negative energy.
The troll now hurt and mad both, attempts to drop Sorogar, His initial punch with his gauntlet hits but the backswing misses. The blow leaves Sorogar's head slightly spinning from were it made contact.
ROUND 6
Waggin still frustrated, attacks Krokkin from behind once again. This time his attack hits true stabbing just above the kidney and splitting armor and skin both.
Round 6
A Flaming Hawk with talons outstretched rams into Triysus once more as Brek prepares to unleash his bigger spells onto the battle.
"Chicken with egg to be next!" he calls out to let the others know his intention!
Sorogar takes the damage from Krokkin and brek , again siphoning their wounds to herself
Sorogar grits her teeth at the blow but stays in position, deciding to heal herself with positive energy.
"There's no point, traitor. I can do this all day. You however, are about to die," Sorogar snarls, just as a firehawk crashes into Trisius again...
"Which one was the chicken and egg?"
She thinks it is the large fireball type spell that heals all of them and harms their foes. She could use some healing from the throwing of the club, but as far as she could tell, she is in range of the blast if focused on the right area.
"Your magic is so uniquely wonderful, Brek!"
Like a perfectionist, she then pulls back on her crossbow, loading it, takes aim. With the precision of a surgeon, she fires at Hrine, despite her being in combat.
Time to cut you down, Krokkin Roars coming in for another attack. In the raging river he still does not take heed of the other attack, nor the siphoning away of the damage that Sorogar provides. Again his first attack finds purchase in the troll's flesh but the second just misses.
Triysuss stumbles under Krokkin's attack but doesn't go down. He attempts to grab a potion and drink it though drawing attacks from sorogar and krokkin.
Hrine also grab a potion from one of her pouches. Drawing possible attacks from sorogar and krokkin
Round 7
Waggin again takes a swipe at Krokkin but again waffles the swing hitting only air.
Round 7
Ohime can see the lethargic look all to familiar in Hrine. For some reason, her lips water at the sight, as though instinctively she would prepare to feast if it were any other animal. She binds her lips to stop the feeling by pressing them close together. Now, she takes aim at Waggin, that other sly villain who keeps trying to harm Krokkin!
"I haven't forgotten about you, you sneak thief! Your end will be like Prissstericas!"
Round 7
Brek hurls a fat chicken up in the air!
Like an imperial majesty it surveys everyone in its domain and passes Judgment!
It signals it's displeasure and puff itself up to three times its size before exhaling and an egg is pushed off downwards where all of them would be caught in it's fiery backwash!
[ooc]I will take the AoO on Triysus, as Krokkin is focused solely on him[/b].
Krokkin instinctively lashes out as Triysus stumbles catching him in the thigh.
Triysus goes down with a crumple. HIs head lolling to the side as he dies in an eerie silence. Waggin ignites briefly by the "egg" and screams in pain. Seeing that his compatriots are down, he tries to disappear in the crowd.
"Oh no you don't!" Sorogar says, attempting to destroy the vial just as he draws it.
Round 7
Seeing as Trisius died before he could drink and all other targets down, she sees Waginn trying to escape. "After him! Brujah, you too!" she yells, starting to run.
Unfortunately, somehow, Sorogar loses track of him in the chaos.
Brujah, however, flying above the fight and having ultrasound detection, also does his best to keep following!
Krokkin relishes the fact that triysus falls. He leans back roaring in Triumph with his arms out. He continues to roar as he turns a complete circle to see who his next challenger will be. in this display of prowess he completely misses waggin leaving. He also doesn't realize that Waggin was near him at any point in the battle either.
Two foes down, who else wants to be my prey! Krokkin roars out in challenge.
Round 7
Brek stabs out wildly as Waggin runs past him.
Round 8
Ohime naturally sees Waggin. Her piercing serpentine eyes are used to tracking prey. Without hesitation, she can see what he is trying to do, and in response, lights the "Beacon of Waggin".
An explosion of glittery magic fills the small area in which Waggin is trying to sneak through. His attempts are foiled, however, and with any luck, he will be blinded and just crash into a wall and knock himself out.
Sorogar looks around to confirm all three other targets are down. Then she calls out to the friendly lizardfolk surrounding them!
"All of you, Children of the Great Mother! You just saw Waginn and his allies stab Mother Crissstalai! Are you really just going to stand there while he runs away!?"
Waggin stumbles and falls headlong to the floor. It is obvious that he is unsteady from the poison and now blinded by the glitterdust. Before he can recover, Mother appears and quickly reaches down and slices his throat cleanly.
That is the death that waits all traitors and betrayers. It should not have been given with such dignity or cleanliness but given it was. She calls in a loud voice. Magic must enhance her voice because it can be heard over the receding din of battle. Slowly those that allied with Prissterica surrender or are killed in their struggle. The majority are killed because of an unwillingness or fear of giving in to the justice of their tribesmen.
Mother Pria approaches each of the fallen in turn and slits their throats. She then motions for your "team" to gather near her. Her voice still echoingThese are our allies! At the peril of their own lives they attempted to broker peace for us and for the supposed wronged party. They remained as mediators when their task was accomplished asking for no further compensation or reward. We will trade with those that these represent. We will send emissaries to their brethren and broker both peace and trade. So have we agreed and so shall we do."
In a much quieter voice, gather your things and take the spoils of war then join us at the beach head and we will journey together to the wer. She bows her head in acknowledgement of you and what you have done then turns and walks away motioning for all of the others to follow.
Krokkin feels the rage leave him as the blood leave Waggin. He stumbles for a moment as the exertion of battle catches up to him.
He smiles at Sorogar, then Brek, and Ohime in turn. A well fought battle, we moved as one, and as the incoming tide we were relentless and unstoppable. He pauses for a moment almost catching his breath. None shall stand against us he says in a quieter voice.
He then turns to inspect the bodies more closely.
Brek laughs loudly and like an insane man as the battle ends. Yet within that laughter one could perhaps hears choked back sobs...............
Laughing like this he begins searching the bodies for anything useful he could use. Tears fills his vision as everything begins to reveal that it's all over.
A loss in his heart once more.....
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"Haha! Got you, you idiot!" she thinks as she watches Waggin stumble and fall headlong into the floor. After the dust settles and he attempts to recover himself, what happens next, she does not expect. The bloody explosion from his throat that once was there and now is not from where the Mother had sliced him asunder, forces her to avert her eyes briefly. Her song continues to sing, giving aid to those who valliantly fight for their lives and against the traitors. As the song ends and the last falls, her birdy comes to her.
"You did so well. I will make sure you get a whole slew of worms tonight."
Ohime sheaths her crossbow now that the enemies are vanquished. The sweat beading down her face from casting and thinking fast on her feat has tired her probably as much as it has Krokkin. Mother Pria approaches and she moves to meet her as indicated. The announcement is one of joy and Ohime smiles at the thought of success, even if she is a bit shy to receive such grace.
"I am glad you made it..." she answers her after the command to gather the spoils of war. It was her invisibility and likely the healing from her allies that saved the woman's life. As the others leave, Ohime nods to her companion catfolk as she shifts over near to him and his tired form.
"You did amazingly well..." she comments, holding the blood-drenched Krokkin up in his weariness with two hands (not doing much of anything really). With Brek laughing, she closes her eyes and listens to his tones. It is easy for her to hear the sobs and abandons Krokkin for Sorogar to care for and so moves to take Brek into her arms in a hug. "Stop..."
It would be easy for him now to smell the scent of citronella, but also he would find that her soap's scent is made of a subtle citrus and sandalwood. Her arms are skinny, but she would wrap around him just fine if he doesn't resist her too strongly. Even if he does, she will attempt to pull him in.