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Jaks continued running and threw another bolt of fire at the spider.
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D&D: The City of Shaldra~Zin
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Grimsvald
Elder Member
Jaks' spell landed just left of the spider. A small scorch mark runs across the metal floor. 5 more emerald phase spiders begin to attack the crowd. All the members attending the summit began to run for the main room through different hallways.
Naxtaroth
The Raven
Dorric looked to Adrora, whistling for her to take a defensive stance in front of him. He then took out another arrow, pulled it against he string of his bow, and aimed it. He had not encountered wraiths before, but their wispy form made him wonder about something. He aimed the arrow at one wraith, low on its form so that if the wraith weren't there, he'd be aiming at the Lich Princess. He let the arrow fly to see what would happen.
Grimsvald
Elder Member
The arrow tore through the wraiths black cloak. Its form crumbled to the ground. The arrow was slightly deflected by the cloth it tore through so it narrowly missed the princess. Dorric's clever idea nearly worked.
His mind was spot on about that, but it wasn't spot on about the wraiths. He had dealt with something like them before. Green smoke rose up from the torn cloak and spiraled in his direction. The green spirit form slammed against Dorric and attempted to invade his body.
His mind was spot on about that, but it wasn't spot on about the wraiths. He had dealt with something like them before. Green smoke rose up from the torn cloak and spiraled in his direction. The green spirit form slammed against Dorric and attempted to invade his body.
Quillicious
Da KING
Someone in a grey robe dropped from the giant tree and landed silently, rolling as he hit the floor. The robe had a white heart on the center of the chest, and was spotless. The hood was up, but slightly curling, red horns about one foot in length pushed it up. That feature, along with solid silver eyes, a long, curling red tail, and red skin were all signs that this was a Tiefling. He drew a shortsword, walked 10 feet to the nearest wraith and slashed it across the back. He disengaged and retreated 20 more feet to the others.
"Greetings. I am Peace."
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"Greetings. I am Peace."
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Grimsvald
Elder Member
The newcomers short sword sliced right through the wraith, splitting its cloths form nearly in half. Its form slouched to one side and green steam rose up from its wounds. The creatures cried out, but refused to leave its position guarding the princess. The princess pulled herself back to her feet and favored her wounded side. "Kill them...protect your princess!" She said and the wraiths screeched.
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Jaks skidded to a stop as he entered the area. Seeing the lich girl, he drew his bow, notched an arrow, and fired a shot at her.
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Grimsvald
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Jaks' arrow was right on target for the princesses heart. An image of the woman from the funeral home flashed in his mind. A feeling of sadness poured over his heart like ice water. He remembered the look in her husbands eyes.
By the time he pulled himself out of the past he realized his arrow did not his what it intended. A shrieking wraith leaped into its path. The arrow tore through the creatures cloth form, redirecting the attack. The creature fell to the ground and its form wavered. Green smoke seeped from its wounds and he struggled to stand its ground.
One unharmed wraith still stands between the party and the Princess, but two near death wraiths attempt to protect her as well.
A flash of green passed before Jaks' face and he could smell cooking meat. A phase spider nearly missed him. The clattering of its tiny sharp feet on the steel floor had become a frightening prelude to vicious violence. It now stands 15ft away to Jaks' left.
Another phase spider nearly misses Dorric's face. The creature slides to a stop, keeping its eyes on the ranger. The spider seems unaware of Adrora who stands 5ft away from it.
Everyone may notice that the room is getting just a little bit brighter and just a little bit warmer. Sweat may bead on your brow making it had to aim. Your hands may become slick making it hard to swing a sword.
By the time he pulled himself out of the past he realized his arrow did not his what it intended. A shrieking wraith leaped into its path. The arrow tore through the creatures cloth form, redirecting the attack. The creature fell to the ground and its form wavered. Green smoke seeped from its wounds and he struggled to stand its ground.
One unharmed wraith still stands between the party and the Princess, but two near death wraiths attempt to protect her as well.
A flash of green passed before Jaks' face and he could smell cooking meat. A phase spider nearly missed him. The clattering of its tiny sharp feet on the steel floor had become a frightening prelude to vicious violence. It now stands 15ft away to Jaks' left.
Another phase spider nearly misses Dorric's face. The creature slides to a stop, keeping its eyes on the ranger. The spider seems unaware of Adrora who stands 5ft away from it.
Everyone may notice that the room is getting just a little bit brighter and just a little bit warmer. Sweat may bead on your brow making it had to aim. Your hands may become slick making it hard to swing a sword.
Astray
New Member
Among the crowd of of bodies jostling for safety in a frenzy there was a quiet elven acolyte bearing a modest lether holy symbol of Ilmater from afar of no standing or repute who had attended the summet.
He fought against the tide of the crowd, Rather then escape this suescidal little elf rushed the nearest phase spider and lashed out with a shin kick to it's fat body. While he took note of the other hostils near him as he prepares to continue his barrage of kicks.
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Grimsvald
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The monk bust out of the frantic crowd, kicking one phase spider off the ground. The phase spider looked undamaged when it gracefully landed on the ground 15ft down the narrow hallway. This attack made the monk a target in the other enemy eyes. Luckily he was prepared for their aggression.
A second phase spider leaped through the crowd to attack the monk. His feet shot up at the creature in an instinctive axe kick. The heel cracked the creatures body on impact. Then swung the creature down to shatter on the metal floor. A hundred emerald shards flew across the ground.
A third spider rushed the monk from behind. As soon as the spider appeared it was meet with a kick. The creatures right legs were broken off. It tries to support itself on the left legs of its body, but causes itself to roll over onto its back. A shriek of fear escapes it before it teleports away.
A second phase spider leaped through the crowd to attack the monk. His feet shot up at the creature in an instinctive axe kick. The heel cracked the creatures body on impact. Then swung the creature down to shatter on the metal floor. A hundred emerald shards flew across the ground.
A third spider rushed the monk from behind. As soon as the spider appeared it was meet with a kick. The creatures right legs were broken off. It tries to support itself on the left legs of its body, but causes itself to roll over onto its back. A shriek of fear escapes it before it teleports away.
Naxtaroth
The Raven
Adrora swiveled to the spider, lashing out with her powerful jaws, attempting to clamp down onto it. Dorric took a single step back as the fog hit him, an anger within him fading as his body suddenly turned into a wispy form. He was immediately scared, accidentally moving forward, passing over the phase spider.
Quillicious
Da KING
Peace sheathed his sword, drew his bow and aimed in between the two damaged wraiths. Blinking past the sweat that ran down into his eyes, he let the arrow fly.
Grimsvald
Elder Member
Adrora snapped her jaw closed on nothing, though she swore her aim was true. The creature was displaced 5ft from where it had stood when she attacked. Although it had dodged the monsters maw, it did not anticipate the rangers new found skill. The haunting green form of Dorric passed over the phase spider and its flawless surface cracked slightly as if it was under incredible pressure from all directions. The crushing damage caused it to chitter its crystal mandibles.
The arrow of Peace was better planned than aimed. Though it would have missed the princess, her wraiths would diver to protect her. The arrow ripped through one of the injured creatures and its cloth body fell to a heap on the floor. The creature's green essence poured out over the floor then shot across the room like a fire bolt. The green bolt of green mist hit the tiefling with enough force to push him back.
Peace's nose and mouth filled with a painful heat that clawed its way down his throat towards his lungs. His body fought against the wraiths true ability.
The large room had exceeded warmth and surprised hot. The air was now so hot it began to distort distant images and create mirages of water.
The arrow of Peace was better planned than aimed. Though it would have missed the princess, her wraiths would diver to protect her. The arrow ripped through one of the injured creatures and its cloth body fell to a heap on the floor. The creature's green essence poured out over the floor then shot across the room like a fire bolt. The green bolt of green mist hit the tiefling with enough force to push him back.
Peace's nose and mouth filled with a painful heat that clawed its way down his throat towards his lungs. His body fought against the wraiths true ability.
The large room had exceeded warmth and surprised hot. The air was now so hot it began to distort distant images and create mirages of water.
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Jaks looked around in distress as he began to notice the air's growing warmth. If he had to guess, this temple was about to become a barbeque grill, and everyone in it was about to be well done steak. He shouldered his bow and began sprinting back to Kelter. "Run! This place is about to go up in holy light, and not the good kind!" he shouted to his new allies. "Get out of the temple NOW!"
While he retreated from the room back to Kelter, he casted Magic Missile, one aimed for the fatally wounded wraith, and two towards the lich girl.
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Astray
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The Elf felt beads of sweat pouring down his face and looked around judging the distances to the 4 spiders he had yet to strike. He would rush them all if he could and strike them each as he shouts "flee now everyone! I'll distract them!" As loud as he can over the din of chaos like an order as he harnessed his ki and rushed the nearest spider.
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Grimsvald
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When the magic missile hits the injured wraith its insides seem to ignite. For a second its black robes burn and it screams an unearthly wale. There is a look of horror on the princesses face as she tries to react. The wraith explodes in a ball of flames that sends the princess tumbling backwards. She rolls up to a kneeling position just before the 2nd and 3rd magic missile mean to make contact. She throws her hands up and suddenly a shield of dark energy forms around her. The magic missiles explode on the dark energy, dealing no damage to her.
It looked as if there was nothing left of this wraith. Then something stirred within the burning clothes. A dart of green energy quickly erupted from the crackling robes and fired at Jaks. The weakened wisp of green smoke fought its way into the rogues body and attempted to make its way down into his lungs.
The monk's first strike was ill measured. His kick whiffed the air just before a spiders phasing form, but he used the momentum of this missed kick to carry his second kick towards the same foe. With a crunch he shattered half the creatures body. The monks eyes were then drawn to another injured spider crawling away. With expert precision he kicked the creature into the air, then heel kicked it away. This second spider shatter against the wall. Finally a phase spider flashed by him, but it was too quick to catch.
The heat of the temple continued to increase. The water around the holy tree in the center of the room begins to boil. The steel walls begin to turn red and it becomes harder to breath the warm air. Everyone runs for the exit door as instructed, but they soon stop in the door way with screams of horror. The stained glass windows that line the long hallway out of the temple are emitting holy light so powerful it incinerated a fully armored paladin guard. There is no way to leave this temple intact.
Emerald phase spiders rained down around the entrance trapping those that fled. A lithe dragon born birth from the crowd. The large wings that wrapped around his body spread full and flapped him into the air. "I Will Not Die This Way!" His regal mage robes flailed in the wind his wings generated. Beneath these expensive garbs shined the dragonborn's true horde of treasure.
He wears a robe made entirely of jewels, fastened together by platinum rings. He fires an eldritch blast through the robe of jewels. The energy splits into 5 beams, which kills all the spiders in front of them. He lands among the smoldering spider corpses and falls over in exhaustion. His stalky brother rushes to his aid.
It looked as if there was nothing left of this wraith. Then something stirred within the burning clothes. A dart of green energy quickly erupted from the crackling robes and fired at Jaks. The weakened wisp of green smoke fought its way into the rogues body and attempted to make its way down into his lungs.
The monk's first strike was ill measured. His kick whiffed the air just before a spiders phasing form, but he used the momentum of this missed kick to carry his second kick towards the same foe. With a crunch he shattered half the creatures body. The monks eyes were then drawn to another injured spider crawling away. With expert precision he kicked the creature into the air, then heel kicked it away. This second spider shatter against the wall. Finally a phase spider flashed by him, but it was too quick to catch.
The heat of the temple continued to increase. The water around the holy tree in the center of the room begins to boil. The steel walls begin to turn red and it becomes harder to breath the warm air. Everyone runs for the exit door as instructed, but they soon stop in the door way with screams of horror. The stained glass windows that line the long hallway out of the temple are emitting holy light so powerful it incinerated a fully armored paladin guard. There is no way to leave this temple intact.
Emerald phase spiders rained down around the entrance trapping those that fled. A lithe dragon born birth from the crowd. The large wings that wrapped around his body spread full and flapped him into the air. "I Will Not Die This Way!" His regal mage robes flailed in the wind his wings generated. Beneath these expensive garbs shined the dragonborn's true horde of treasure.
He wears a robe made entirely of jewels, fastened together by platinum rings. He fires an eldritch blast through the robe of jewels. The energy splits into 5 beams, which kills all the spiders in front of them. He lands among the smoldering spider corpses and falls over in exhaustion. His stalky brother rushes to his aid.
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Jaks stopped and held his breath as the smoke enveloped him, sweat starting to drip down from his brow and neck. He knew what it was, he had had an encounter with one of these creatures in the shop. That creature asked him something back then, what was it? He couldn't remember, he didn't care. Jaks opened opened his mouth and took in a deep breath.
Grimsvald
Elder Member
When the rogue gives in to the will of the spirit, he feels a burning sensation claw its way down his throat. His lungs fill with hot green smoke and he smells something akin to burning oregano, simmering red meat and carrots. It actually smells good, but he feels sadness and fear growing in his belly where hunger should be. His vision fades to black just for a second, but it would feel like an hour.
The sound of a squeaking screen door shutting at a farm house. Heavy feet march in from the corn fields, tracking mud across the clean living room floor. "There better be dinner ready!" a man angrily calls from the other room. Something about his voice makes Jaks heart sink into his stomach, side by side with the fear.
Jaks' vision fades back in. He is staring at a burnt roast surrounded by a char of oregano, tyme and vegetables. He is coughing up the smoke that bellows out of the clay oven. Warm tears and falling from his cheeks. He knew his father would beat him again for this.
"Did you burn the goddamn roast again you worthless piece of hog spit?!" The man yelled as he pulled off his belt. "Your mama died bringing you into this world. I lost the love of my life so you could be here today. The least you could do is cook me a damn meal after I been workin all day!" The belt cracked across Jaks back. He could tell right away it was buckle out.
For a moment Jaks was able to remind himself that these were not his memories, but then the belt cracked against his back again and he felt like a child. Every time the belt hit, he winced so hard his eyes closed and he lost his train of thought. Between winces he could see a carving knife up on the counter top. Every time his dad yelled it became more tempting.
The belt stopped, something fell to the floor, then he felt his fathers hand grab him by the hair. "I bet there is one way you can replace your mama.." In desperation the child sprang up from the floor and used the knife. He wasn't sure what happened, but now he found himself standing behind his father. The knife was buried to the handle and blood was everywhere.
The still cooking roast burst into flames. The fire slowly creeped out of the clay oven and across the room. Frozen in fear of his own actions, the child sat and watched the house begin to fall apart. The flames crawled over his father's corpse and hissed to him, 'Leave now. This devil belongs to us now.' So he did.
The child watched his home burn down around that fiendish old man. He couldn't care less if the evidence of his actions were destroyed by the fire, because the actions were justified by a sacred flame. As he looked to the heavens above for some kind of confirmation, a word or vision that would assure him these actions were righteous and warranted. Gold coins began to rain from the sky. Then, in the distance, he could hear a city of people screaming in pain.
Jaks vision would return to the present. The haunting memories of the ghost were over and only seconds had passed. The feeling of anger and sadness lingered, but the stinging pain of belt lashes on his back was gone.
The sound of a squeaking screen door shutting at a farm house. Heavy feet march in from the corn fields, tracking mud across the clean living room floor. "There better be dinner ready!" a man angrily calls from the other room. Something about his voice makes Jaks heart sink into his stomach, side by side with the fear.
Jaks' vision fades back in. He is staring at a burnt roast surrounded by a char of oregano, tyme and vegetables. He is coughing up the smoke that bellows out of the clay oven. Warm tears and falling from his cheeks. He knew his father would beat him again for this.
"Did you burn the goddamn roast again you worthless piece of hog spit?!" The man yelled as he pulled off his belt. "Your mama died bringing you into this world. I lost the love of my life so you could be here today. The least you could do is cook me a damn meal after I been workin all day!" The belt cracked across Jaks back. He could tell right away it was buckle out.
For a moment Jaks was able to remind himself that these were not his memories, but then the belt cracked against his back again and he felt like a child. Every time the belt hit, he winced so hard his eyes closed and he lost his train of thought. Between winces he could see a carving knife up on the counter top. Every time his dad yelled it became more tempting.
The belt stopped, something fell to the floor, then he felt his fathers hand grab him by the hair. "I bet there is one way you can replace your mama.." In desperation the child sprang up from the floor and used the knife. He wasn't sure what happened, but now he found himself standing behind his father. The knife was buried to the handle and blood was everywhere.
The still cooking roast burst into flames. The fire slowly creeped out of the clay oven and across the room. Frozen in fear of his own actions, the child sat and watched the house begin to fall apart. The flames crawled over his father's corpse and hissed to him, 'Leave now. This devil belongs to us now.' So he did.
The child watched his home burn down around that fiendish old man. He couldn't care less if the evidence of his actions were destroyed by the fire, because the actions were justified by a sacred flame. As he looked to the heavens above for some kind of confirmation, a word or vision that would assure him these actions were righteous and warranted. Gold coins began to rain from the sky. Then, in the distance, he could hear a city of people screaming in pain.
Jaks vision would return to the present. The haunting memories of the ghost were over and only seconds had passed. The feeling of anger and sadness lingered, but the stinging pain of belt lashes on his back was gone.
Naxtaroth
The Raven
Dorric, in his wispy wraith form hadn't quite felt the effects of the heat yet. Somehow, he managed to get his wispy body to "turn off" and return back to normal. It was then that he was almost instantly dripping with sweat as the heat around him grew hotter and hotter. Seeing the lich princess ahead, he knocked another arrow, able to all but ignore the liquid coming from his body as this heat wasn't too much hotter than the heat he had felt in the jungles in which he had saved Adrora. He figured, however, that it was now or never as he let the arrow fly, Adrora keeping her eyes on the phase spider as she kept a defensive stance between it and Dorric.
Quillicious
Da KING
Peace growled a little at the girl and glared at her. He had an idea, and it was a little costly. The heat didn't bother him. He was a Tiefling, and his great ancestors were kind enough to at least give them a resistance to fire. Drawing another arrow, he fired at the final wraith and started to taunt the lich princess.
"Come on, girl! Just try and hit me, would you? Stop being a coward!"
"Come on, girl! Just try and hit me, would you? Stop being a coward!"
Grimsvald
Elder Member
The wraiths lost track of Dorric as he shifted forms. By the time their eyes fell upon the deadly ranger, his nocked arrow already flew. This arrow slipped past her guardian's spectral fingers and pierced her shield spell. Its aim remained true to the moment it spilled blood.
Dorric's arrow burst through the princesses's neck. Dark blood rained over the ground in front of her. A beautiful red river ran down her porcelain skinned neck, into the shallow valley of her petite cleavage and soaked her black dress. She coughed and gurgled blood. Her child like voice cried again. "What proof do you have, that you are willing to slay a princess without trial! Your actions throw a kingdom into disarray and what evidence fuels you?"
The princess struggles to break the arrow in her throat, unable to succeed because the pain is too much. She leans forward and begins to draw magic symbols in her blood. Because of the growing heat, her blood boils on the metal floor.
The tree behind the princess creaks and crackles. Finally it sets fire. It's brightly colored fruit fall into the boiling water around its base. The leaves quickly char black and curl. This terrible back drop reminds Jaks of a farmhouse he had never truly been to. He can feel the spirit within him growing angry and his fists clench.
The arrow of Peace flies high. The heat in the air distorts the images beyond his touch. Although the shot was true to the image he saw before him, it was far from reality. At this point it may be easier to walk up and ease a blade into her heart.
The heat of the temple has now grown beyond nature's common brutality. Even in waste lands you will not see water boil and trees combust. Everyone's lungs begin to burn and their skin stings. ( 1 damage to everyone except for Peace)
Dorric's arrow burst through the princesses's neck. Dark blood rained over the ground in front of her. A beautiful red river ran down her porcelain skinned neck, into the shallow valley of her petite cleavage and soaked her black dress. She coughed and gurgled blood. Her child like voice cried again. "What proof do you have, that you are willing to slay a princess without trial! Your actions throw a kingdom into disarray and what evidence fuels you?"
The princess struggles to break the arrow in her throat, unable to succeed because the pain is too much. She leans forward and begins to draw magic symbols in her blood. Because of the growing heat, her blood boils on the metal floor.
The tree behind the princess creaks and crackles. Finally it sets fire. It's brightly colored fruit fall into the boiling water around its base. The leaves quickly char black and curl. This terrible back drop reminds Jaks of a farmhouse he had never truly been to. He can feel the spirit within him growing angry and his fists clench.
The arrow of Peace flies high. The heat in the air distorts the images beyond his touch. Although the shot was true to the image he saw before him, it was far from reality. At this point it may be easier to walk up and ease a blade into her heart.
The heat of the temple has now grown beyond nature's common brutality. Even in waste lands you will not see water boil and trees combust. Everyone's lungs begin to burn and their skin stings. ( 1 damage to everyone except for Peace)
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Jaks' trip to the past left him disoriented. The searing heat combined with the anger he now felt, however, forced his mind back to the present. His eyes look through the distorted air and locked onto the lich princess, only for a wraith to come into view. Throwing his bow on the ground, Jaks unsheathed his rapier and dagger, charged at the wraith and lunged with his rapier, followed by his dagger.
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Though his mind searched for solutions every instant Dailen could only burn and fight as he tried to ignore the ssensation of the burning far more worried that the crowd would now begin to die, still he could see no course but that of despration.
As they closed Dailen readies strikes for all the remaining spiders he resolved to crush each of them this time.
If all the spiders died this round he would persue the group that seperated with the crowd.
As they closed Dailen readies strikes for all the remaining spiders he resolved to crush each of them this time.
If all the spiders died this round he would persue the group that seperated with the crowd.
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----JAKS----
As Jaks throws down his bow and takes to blades, the wraith stomps towards him in equal determination. The creatures shrieks in confidence and brandishes its arms out to either side like readied swords. Just as Jaks thrust forward his Rapier the wraith lunged at him. The rapier pierced the wraith's cloth hide so cleanly it didn't even slow the creature down until the hand guard rested in its etherial gut. Jaks could feel the energy of the creatures gracious form jostling his weapon.
The wraith's claws trembled only inches from the rogues face. Its shrieks turned into waling cries. Then the rogue plunged his second weapon into the creature and the cries turned to silence. Wraiths gracious green form beneath the black cloak faded away. The cloth fell to the ground empty. The hateful spirit inside was released into the air and it attempted to invade Jaks' body, but it could not because a spirit already resides there. Slowly the green smoke dissipated into the hot air.
This moment of victory for Jaks was short lived. He would notice a void in the green smoke, as if it were parting around an invisible object. Then the object vanished. Suddenly there was pain in his right leg. An emerald spider appeared, with its sharp legs slicing through leather armor. (2 damage)
----DORRIC----
The phase spider that Adrora watched lunged forward cutting with each of its legs individually. Dorric's pet stepped backwards to instinctively evade this flurry of crystal razors. The spider chirped and twitched crawling backwards and looking for an opening.
----DAILEN----
Amid the chaos a monk still struggled to squash the emerald spiders. Dailen charged towards one and kicked with lethal force, but the creature phase stepped backwards into the crowd. Tracking these creatures in a crowd was impossible. The monk's skillful eye turned to the next spider, injured and easier to kill. With a powerful step forward he brought his opposite foot in to kill the creature. Just before he made contact, a paladin mindlessly rushed past and the monk was forced to halt his attack. His foot stopped inches from the paladin's chest. The monk maneuvered around the paladin and attempted a secondary attack, but the creature was obstructed by foot traffic. The unwitting citizens were proving to be the enemies biggest asset.
Dailen would feel something scratch at the back of his legs. It was enough to cut the monk's clothes, but not deep enough to cut skin. Then something cut across his chest. A thin gash appeared in his grabs just below his heart. Finally, one managed to stroke its claw deeper. A spider latched onto Dailen's back, digging its front legs into elven flesh like climbing hooks into a mountain side. The spider chittered its emerald fangs together in joy. (4 damage)
Dailen would feel a yank on his back. Then a relief of weight. At the same time, a crunching sound rose above the noise of the crowd. The stalkier dragonborn brother had batted away that spider on Dailen's back using an old greasy wrench large enough to be a mace. "You are not alone." the dragonborn said guarding the monks back. A thinner, taller dragonborn stepped in beside the first, "Far from alone.."
----PEACE----
No enemy targets the tiefling. The heat of the room simply soothes the demonic ancestry in his blood. The rogue is currently unseen in battle, allowing him to select a target like a gluttonous politician perusing a banquet for the most delicious foods. If he missed his next attack there would be no excuses.
----EVERYONE----
The heat still continues to rise. Skin turns red from the sting, breathing becomes labored and dizziness begins to take hold. (1 damage to everyone)
----TALION----
??? don, don dah! No, yeah, he's dead. Stay tuned to find out how!
As Jaks throws down his bow and takes to blades, the wraith stomps towards him in equal determination. The creatures shrieks in confidence and brandishes its arms out to either side like readied swords. Just as Jaks thrust forward his Rapier the wraith lunged at him. The rapier pierced the wraith's cloth hide so cleanly it didn't even slow the creature down until the hand guard rested in its etherial gut. Jaks could feel the energy of the creatures gracious form jostling his weapon.
The wraith's claws trembled only inches from the rogues face. Its shrieks turned into waling cries. Then the rogue plunged his second weapon into the creature and the cries turned to silence. Wraiths gracious green form beneath the black cloak faded away. The cloth fell to the ground empty. The hateful spirit inside was released into the air and it attempted to invade Jaks' body, but it could not because a spirit already resides there. Slowly the green smoke dissipated into the hot air.
This moment of victory for Jaks was short lived. He would notice a void in the green smoke, as if it were parting around an invisible object. Then the object vanished. Suddenly there was pain in his right leg. An emerald spider appeared, with its sharp legs slicing through leather armor. (2 damage)
----DORRIC----
The phase spider that Adrora watched lunged forward cutting with each of its legs individually. Dorric's pet stepped backwards to instinctively evade this flurry of crystal razors. The spider chirped and twitched crawling backwards and looking for an opening.
----DAILEN----
Amid the chaos a monk still struggled to squash the emerald spiders. Dailen charged towards one and kicked with lethal force, but the creature phase stepped backwards into the crowd. Tracking these creatures in a crowd was impossible. The monk's skillful eye turned to the next spider, injured and easier to kill. With a powerful step forward he brought his opposite foot in to kill the creature. Just before he made contact, a paladin mindlessly rushed past and the monk was forced to halt his attack. His foot stopped inches from the paladin's chest. The monk maneuvered around the paladin and attempted a secondary attack, but the creature was obstructed by foot traffic. The unwitting citizens were proving to be the enemies biggest asset.
Dailen would feel something scratch at the back of his legs. It was enough to cut the monk's clothes, but not deep enough to cut skin. Then something cut across his chest. A thin gash appeared in his grabs just below his heart. Finally, one managed to stroke its claw deeper. A spider latched onto Dailen's back, digging its front legs into elven flesh like climbing hooks into a mountain side. The spider chittered its emerald fangs together in joy. (4 damage)
Dailen would feel a yank on his back. Then a relief of weight. At the same time, a crunching sound rose above the noise of the crowd. The stalkier dragonborn brother had batted away that spider on Dailen's back using an old greasy wrench large enough to be a mace. "You are not alone." the dragonborn said guarding the monks back. A thinner, taller dragonborn stepped in beside the first, "Far from alone.."
----PEACE----
No enemy targets the tiefling. The heat of the room simply soothes the demonic ancestry in his blood. The rogue is currently unseen in battle, allowing him to select a target like a gluttonous politician perusing a banquet for the most delicious foods. If he missed his next attack there would be no excuses.
----EVERYONE----
The heat still continues to rise. Skin turns red from the sting, breathing becomes labored and dizziness begins to take hold. (1 damage to everyone)
----TALION----
??? don, don dah! No, yeah, he's dead. Stay tuned to find out how!
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Naxtaroth
The Raven
Leaving Adrora to deal with the spider for a moment as he focused his full attention on the Lich Queen. "You dare to lecture me about kingdoms thrown into disarray?You are not worthy to speak of such pain!" The memories of his home city being destroyed by similarly odd events rose up in his mind as his bow raised once more. In his eyes, this woman was the cause of these events, and he had to put her down.
Now.
He pulled his last bits of arcane energy, purple flashing across his eyes as it collected within him, and cast the arcane mark of a hunter upon the undead woman, an arrow already pulled taut against the bowstring. As he cast the spell and released the arrow, he let out an ancient Elven battlecry he had learned in his homeland. "Ryuu ga waka teki wo kurau!"
The arrow flew toward the lich, and in his head, the entire moment was in slow motion, two purple illusions of mighty dragons circling around the arrow. However, in reality, the arrow closed the distance quickly and with a thud as it sunk into the lich princess's skull, all the flare that Dorric imagined nowhere to be seen. In his mind, though, he looked like such a bad ass right now.
Now.
He pulled his last bits of arcane energy, purple flashing across his eyes as it collected within him, and cast the arcane mark of a hunter upon the undead woman, an arrow already pulled taut against the bowstring. As he cast the spell and released the arrow, he let out an ancient Elven battlecry he had learned in his homeland. "Ryuu ga waka teki wo kurau!"
The arrow flew toward the lich, and in his head, the entire moment was in slow motion, two purple illusions of mighty dragons circling around the arrow. However, in reality, the arrow closed the distance quickly and with a thud as it sunk into the lich princess's skull, all the flare that Dorric imagined nowhere to be seen. In his mind, though, he looked like such a bad ass right now.
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