Morgzil, revived by Reason's prayer, stands and looks around unsteadily.
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Morgzil stands and joins the cluster in the consecrated ground, re-hexing the landbinder in preparation for a more potent attack.
Morgzil sends the landbinder sprawling as the earth itself rebels against the creature.
Morgzil joins his bride in the consecrated ground and attempts to renew his curse on the landbinder.
Morgzil smiles in satisfaction as the Landbinder becomes a chipmunk. He then joins Vel in a dash for the center ground.
Morgzil smiles with satisfaction. It is as if the rejuvenating land has returned his power, as well. He takes aim at the mystic, but his power seemingly does not clear the center circle.
Morgzil, trying to muster his powers, moves beside Vel and evokes his hex once more.
Morgzil has little to do other than hex the last creature in range -- and worry about Vel's injuries.
Morgzil resumes his position at the wall and hexes the great monstrosity, but to no further effect at the moment.
Morgzil attempts to renew his hex on the ravagers, catching one. Smiling, he decides it would serve better as a kitten. The seeker then jumps down behind the fortification with Vel.
Morgzil vanishes from next to the raging tencaru and appears again on top of the fortification, shielding Vel, admiration in his eyes. He levels his staff at the hexed ravager and says a word of power, to no obvious effect.
Morgzil cries out as he sees Vel fall, then sweeps his staff in an arc, taking in the three ravagers. Cursing at his failure to hex the one looming over his wife, he does not slow in slamming his staff to the ground, causing it to shake and buckle under the prone tencaru. Coordinating with Vel, he then moves toward the northwest fort.
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"Yes, time for the blood sacrifice," Morgzil concurs.
Morgzil looks after Vel, then turns to Arianwyn. "I shall accompany you. One of the People needs to search."
"We do not let them escape," Morgzil says grimly. He advances onthe fleeing spirit and then, in a flash of bright light, transposes himself with it.
As the fey shakes off his hex, the Kargzant Seeker renews the enchantment, then levels his staff at the one that seems on the verge of escaping.
Morgzil thumps his staff a second time, and the ground beneath the hexed spirits shakes, throwing them together on the ground while leaving the allies untouched.
Morgzil emerges from Vel's tent and takes in the scene. If he is surprised, it does not show. The seeker approaches the center of the battlefield and slams the butt of his staff into the ground.
Spoiler: Kind of need to know if that's a clean miss before moving forward.
Black is a reasonably attractive blonde woman with a tendency to babble disjointedly when trying to explain things. When on the hunt, though, she is entirely focused and quiet, communicating only with her companion, the falcon she calls "Night." She gets her nickname from the clothes, armor, and mask she wears when working -- or possibly her somewhat macabre sense of humor. Her primary skills are in scouting and tracking, specifically in the mountains. She moves quietly and hidden, with Night helping keep watch for anything that might hunt her. Her rapport with the bird verges on or into the uncanny -- what he is aware of, as is she, and vice-versa. They are also highly protective of each other. Having grown up in the mountains, Black is quite comfortable around dwarves, as much as a human woman can be. She prefers to be hired by them, as the pay is generally good and her skills in much demand among a race that seldom shares them. Her main weapon is a pick -- again a sign of her upbringing. But she also has a talent around things natural, specifically the storms that pass through with regularity. She moves like a hunting cat (sometimes literally), and her treasured wooden carving of a mountain lion gives her some mystical control over the storms. Black would likely be previously acquainted with any dwarves in the rescue party, probably including Dorvin.
Still need to finish shopping, but I rather like this version.
a crocodile charming ranger, Um, raptor, not reptile. Falcon, to be precise.
C.H., I don't think it needs to be a problem, but feel free to check out my sheet to see the angle I'm taking.
So we're up to two strikers, a leader, and a defender. With a party of seven, I really do hope we get a second leader, but since I'm not volunteering, it's not my call! |