Surrounded by enemies and in his element, Hadarai smiles for the first time in many days and smites his ghoul.
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Hadarai fails to capitalise on his opportunity.
Hadarai breathes deeply and teleports clear before charging at Ghoul 4.
Hadarai winces and shakes his head slightly in self-disgust as the portcullis holds him in place.
Hadarai hastily removes his hand and looks apologetically at Grafire.
"Is it locked?" Hadarai tries to find out. Discreetly.
Hadarai strides to the front.
Hadarai descends competently, if not elegantly.
Hadarai nods approval. "I can teleport part of the way, which may be helpful."
Hadarai scans the area for threats, aware that even as he trances his eladrin senses will alert him to danger.
Hadarai advances on the mouth, sword drawn, prepared to teleport away if anything tries to yank him inside with a grappling hook.
Hadarai nods to Otto. "I will guard you." The intention is certainly good, even if on past form the outcome may be less desirable.
Hadarai cleans his blade and restores himself.
Hadarai advances inexorably on H3.
Hadarai pursues.
Hadari makes his way doggedly across the desperate ground.
Hadarai moves and charges, determined to try and hit something before the fight ends. The object of his wrath is heretic 6.
Hadarai blunders up the hill, following the sounds of battle. His vision clears.
Hadarai blunders south following the sounds of laughter and swings again. His blade shortens some grass but comes nowhere near his foe.
Hadarai curses fluently and uncharacteristically in elven.
Outraged by the attack on the sweet old mage, Hadarai lunges and misses.
Hadarai teleports and arrives next to the Shadowblade attacking Manny. "Do allow me."
Despite his best intentions, Hadarai proves slightly less useful than he'd like.
Hadarai turns on the barbarian who so savagely wounded Otto.
"I shall, my friend!" Hadarai's head comes up as he looks towards the hippogriff.
Hadarai ranges alongside Otto, striking at the lurking tiefling.
The flames seem to be inspiring rather than impairing, unlike the ice of the river.
Nonetheless, the warrior is not unhappy when they die away.
. . . and bursts into flames.
Hadarai moves purposefully towards the base of the hill.
Hadarai gestures courteously at his draconic comrade.
Hadarai moves carefully off the ice and takes a few long breathes. "At least they should not be hard to track."
With Grafire's help, Hadarai tries once more to rid himself of the encroaching cold. The warlord's stirring words are enough.
Feet fixed to the ice, the fighter restores himself before, swinging at the bloodied zombie, almost hoping he doesn't kill the thing for fear of the resulting explosion demolishing both himself and Otto. His hopes prove unjustified, as for the first time in many moons, he strikes true.
The cold holds him fast as his blood slowly starts to freeze in his veins.
"My thanks, Otto. I shall try to defend you ..." Hadarai is wracked with self-doubt.
Hadarai looks a little grim as he takes another blow and is once more welded to the spot.
Bloodied though he is, and still unable to move, Hadarai swings grimly at the zombie threatening Otto. As before the chill running through his blood severely impedes him.
Hadarai allows himself a small wince as the latest zombie attack bloodies him.
Hadarai swings at CZ8, holy light blazing from his sword. As before he is too cold to make any impact at all.
Hadarai swings at CZ2, hoping to thin the herd around Otto. Chill slows him and he misses horribly. "My apologies, Otto. My aim seems particularly poor at the moment." He looks slightly concerned. "I do hope Grafire can free himself shortly . . ." The eladrin shivers uncontrollably.
Held in place on the ice, Hadarai tries to thin the herd.
"Away! Back to the depths with you!" Hadarai's enthusiastic boy scout tones ring across the ice.
"Sometimes I forget my heritage."
Seeing Otto surrounded, Hadarai calls on his fey heritage and teleports gracefully next to him. "My apologies. Allow me to offer some aid."
The eladrin misses horribly, but hopes at least to provide a distraction in the form of another target.
Hadarai swipes at a fleeing berserker. In his anxiety to get further long the bank and help Otto, he misses completely. Nonetheless, he pursues and tries again.
Hadarai swings at his personal berserker.
"Leave the ice if you can!" he calls to his comrades. "The dead are called by the blood of the living."
Flames ripple around Hadarai as he shifts alongiside Grafire and looks his enemies in the eye. "For the glory and honour of the elven court!" His blade swings into Berserker 1.
The flames die away.
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