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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Glowing green is today's fashion anyway," Vincent chuckled, saluting with his sword to the guards on the walls.
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Post by
Aimsyr
Inquisitor Varall, Vagrin Wrathhammer
Ratchet
The blast knocked the paladins to the floor, dazing them and causing quite a lot of pain, but the shield held and prevented any serious injuries. The priest who had been maintaining the shield immediately moved to where the rune had been, attempting to trace the spell. "Twisting nether..." the man muttered, before turning to his comrades and tending to their wounds. For the three of them the fight was over.
The goblins however, were now freed of their enchantments and after some bickering, set out to destroy the pesky imp.
The crossbowmen on the rooftop fired one last organized volley, at the direction of their captain, before scattering. Nevertheless the two nearest the felhound were either too slow or unlucky, or both, leaving only a crumpled mass of dented armour and broken bones in their memory. The captain of the two men fled last and, with the help of two others, left a large amount of caltrops in his wake.
The priest accompanying the sharpshooters hastily cast multiple slowfall spells on Khadmodo as he retreated, creating enough to keep the demon distracted for some time if it attempted to consume them as well as ensuring it would have difficulty landing with any speed and accuracy if it jumped over the spikes.
The inquisitor instantly blocked the attack with one arm, letting the limb be pushed back slightly so as to prevent any serious damage. Nevertheless, even with her armour and magic, Varall was knocked to the ground under the force of the blow. In spite of this, her concentration remained unbroken and if anything, the asphyxiation spell had gained in strength.
While all this occurred Vagrin had managed to let go of the rope with perfect timing. Unfortunately for him, the roof was not quite sturdy enough to support a dwarf in full armour and so everything below his waist had wound up inside the building. "Great, jus' great," the former paladin muttered, pulling himself up.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Robert Warhol
Location
: Ratchet
What Arc'Arahm was gradually losing in finesse he was compensating for with strength that only seemed to grow as anger boiled in him and pain overtook him. He began stomping rather wildly, hoping to crush Varall beneath his armored boots, and the ground began to quake.
Khadomo growled in pain and impatience, pausing to devour the spells and tear the spears out of his flesh. He was wounded, but the sheer amount of magic he was fed kept him going. Now that he was out of reach of those pesky paladins, with only soft shooters in front of him, the felhound could take his time and listen to the heartbeats of his victims. Their arrows were annoying, but not cripplingly so. Khadomo licked his chops, and if felhounds could possibly be grinning, this one definitely was, maliciously so.
The goblins were not even close to the paladins in their endurance and strength and resilience, and it did not look like the latter would even try to help the former. Tarnik grinned, creating more smoke and sparkles around the greenskins, sowing confusion and even having some of them strike one another on accident.
Robert helped Vagrin up, then picked up his rope and crossed the roof, aiming for the next one.
Post by
Aimsyr
Inquisitor Varall, Vagrin Wrathhammer
Ratchet
Vagrin groaned at the prospect of having to repeat the process again, "real buildin's be made outta stone, no' wood," he grumbled, throwing out his hook.
The inquisitor meanwhile, calmly rolled out of the way of the attacks. The scythe swung from side to side in a sudden attempt to dislodge the axe, while Varall herself drew a one handed sword and thrust it up towards Arc'Arahm's lower spine.
On the rooftop the crossbowmen continued to make their scape. The fact the felhound still had to cross the field of caltrops gave them enough confidence to occasionally turn and reload, before sending further barbed quarrels his way.
The goblins on the street below continued to rush after the imp whenever it appeared, providing little more than a distraction for the demon. At the same time a group of four priests advanced on the scene of the fight, each coming from a different direction. The four holy men proceeded to recite various incantations, each of equal importance, with the hopes of creating an impassable barrier around Tarnik and the goblins.
Post by
Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
"Before we get settled in, I need you to do something." Specter told Varima, giving Serenade a look to head to the inn and take Vincent.
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Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
Specter nodded. "Come on." He stated, leading her away from the group.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Robert Warhol
Location
: Ratchet
"That next one seems to be longer. A lot longer," Robert said reassuringly, before sending the rope forward.
Khadomo threw his head back and let out a long howl, with a mighty swipe of his paw dislodging the nearest caltrops and calmly walking onwards.
The meek residue of holy flames was still present on the axe, drawing it to the scythe.
The sword, though sharp it was and wielded by Varall herself, was nowhere near the golden weapon in might. Grinning, Arc'Arahm caught it and attempted to headbutt the inquisitor.
Tarnik muttered something to himself, and phased out for good, mostly unharmed.
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Blasted Lands
Vincent whistled innocently, pretending - poorly - to miss the look Specter had given Serenade.
Post by
Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
Specter glanced back, hopeful the bird wouldn't be too problematic. He continued along, leading the girl into a darkened alleyway.
It was small, but not suffocatingly so. On one side was what seemed to be a blacksmiths; the heat warming the night air around them and the noise of someone working within muffling any the elves might make in the ally.
"You understand why we've brought you along, correct?" Specter asked her, leaning on the wall of the other building.
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Post by
Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
"Well it certainly isn't your open and heart-warming personnality." Specter rolled his eyes; pulling out the mask fron the Sunken Temple.
"We need your power to learn more about the artifacts." He told her. "I want you to read it. All of it. Get any information you can out of it."
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Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
Specter simply smirked, waiting. He didn't even look away as a guard happened to pass by, glancing in and noticing the three.
"Hey, what are you folks doing here?" The man asked. "It's getting late, we have a curfew you know." He stated.
Specter failed to answer him, staring expectantly at Varima.
"Hey!" The guard shouted suddenly, approaching closer. "I know you heard me!"
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Post by
Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
"What the?
!
?" The guard shouted, bringing up a gauntleted hand and grabbing Varima's arm to stop the knife just short of his head. "What is wrong with you?"
"She can be a bit... unpredictable." Specter grinned, retreiving the mask as he watched in sheer amusement. "But oh so perfect, occasionally..."
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Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
Specter rose an arm, blocking Azuretalon. "Wait, let it play out..." He told the hippogryph. "Getting in the way might just make it worse." He added, still grinning madly.
The guard was suddenly stabbed in the gut by the second knife, opening his mouth and coughing up blood as he released Varima's arm in the pain. "W-wha-what?" stuttered, looking at the Night Elf.
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