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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Robert Warhol
Location
: Ratchet
Tarnik phased in in front of a sharpshooter, sent a handful of fireballs into his face and phased out again.
Twirling his axe as if it were but an elegant walking cane as opposed to a khorium monstrosity of a weapon, Arc'Arahm parried all four attacks, at fourth batting the scythe aside and kicking Varall into the kneecap with all the unholy strength.
Gesvene laughed wickedly, lashing out with her whip every so often to topple a paladin.
Khadomo relentlessly thinned the ranks of priests.
"Forget I said anything," Robert muttered grimly, watching the goblins driven like lambs to the slaughter. He took out two ropes with hooks and offered one to Vagrin, twirling the other one above him as he aimed for a roof across the street.
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Post by
Persen
Marcus Callahan
Ratchet
"Thank you," Marcus panted as the others came to his aid. "I'm alright. We need to switch targets," he said between the deep breaths, "that felhound gotta taste steel, not spells."
They helped him up on his feet, supporting him on both his sides. "Act like the priests you are, brothers," he said and winced. "Your protection is worth a hundred inches of armor."
Nearly draining the last bit of strength he had left, he tried cleansing the seduction spell from a few of the goblins, succeeding doing so in one or two. Then he fainted.
Post by
Aimsyr
Inquisitor Varall, Vagrin Wrathhammer
Ratchet
Vagrin nodded silently and cast out his hook, years of experience working in deep mines ensuring it landed with relative success - the hook anchored itself around a chimney on the far side of the street.
Meanwhile, on a different rooftop, the sharpshooter's comrades quickly extinguished Tarnik's flames - however, the damage was done. A priest attended to the burnt man while his fellows sent another volley towards the felhound, this time using barbed quarrels which were shot at the demon's legs.
On this occasion, after the volley had left the crossbows, another priest ensured several hasty light shields were put into place around the crossbowmen.
On the street itself several paladins had formed a defensive shield wall around the felhound, spears protruded inwards from all sides. The paladins on the outside of the circle angled their weapons upwards, ensuring the felhound would get injured whether it leapt upon them or charged them directly.
They proceeded to shout taunts at the creature, their confidence boosted by Marcus' words - despite the fact the human had since fainted. Marcus himself was dragged aside by another priest, who then attempted to revive the unconscious human using a spell.
Meanwhile, the goblins Marcus had freed quickly turned on Gesvene, letting off a relentless barrage of spells and bullets without the slightest care for the well-being of their fellow bruisers. The paladins and priests meanwhile, stood back, adding a few of their own spells into the fray whenever an opportunity presented itself.
Arc'Arahm's blow connected loudly and sharply, however the majority of the impact was softened by a mixture of armour and magic. Nevertheless the inquisitor staggered slightly, however a faint smile crossed her lips as the holy flames spread from her armour to the felguard's weapon.
The inquisitor did not give her opponent respite however, even as the flames spread to his flesh, instead she willed the scythe to slash out the felguard's throat. The golden weapon hurtled towards the demon's throat, spinning end over end with unnatural speed.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Robert Warhol
Location
: Ratchet
Khadomo let out a guttural roar as he assessed his surroundings. He tossed and twisted, avoiding the majority of the bolts. There were simply too many of them, however, and already the felhound was burdened with several bolts sticking out of his legs. Nevertheless, he leaped mightily, not at the paladins or the priests, but to the side of the street. He howled in pain when several spears scratched against his belly, leaving long gashes that were - for now - too narrow to present real danger. The felhound latched himself onto the building wall, its claws and tendrils burying deep into the wood, and began climbing swiftly.
"I, too, can play this game!" Arc'Arahm cackled madly, ignoring the pain from the flames as he leaped backwards and, upon landing, hurtled his axe to meet the scythe. The two weapons met with a loud clash, fel-infused khorium more than a match for the sanctified metal. Even before their nontraditional projectiles found one another, however, the felguard slammed his fists into the ground with such strength it created a shock wave, rippling the earth open.
Tarnik the imp was focused now on giving Khadomo the time needed to reach the sharpshooters and tear them apart in close combat. He would appear here and there for a brief second to hurtle a fireball into the nearest marksman's face. The flaming orbs now were dealing less damage, merely singeing the hair and covering the skin with blisters - and that if they managed to connect in the first place - as a necessary price for a much, much larger amount of blinding sparks and suffocating smoke.
Gesvene was not doing so well, compared to her brethren in arms. A maiden of seduction, an infiltrator extraordinaire, the straight melee, especially on such a scale as this, was most definitely not her forte. She danced and jumped, trying to dodge the spells, but still failed to avoid all of them, and those that found their mark were just enough to make her gasp and lose focus for precious several seconds.
"Here goes nothing," Robert muttered, wrapping the loose end of the rope around his good wrist and leaping onward.
Post by
Aimsyr
Inquisitor Varall, Vagrin Wrathhammer
Ratchet
Vagrin followed suit, a few stray spells and projectiles hurtling past as he did.
The wall of paladins below had reformed, now facing the wall the felhound was climbing. They remained on the defensive, however several light-infused javelins were hurled at the beast as it climbed.
Atop the wall two of the sharpshooters broke off from their comrades, jabbing at the creature with pikes in an effort to shove it off the wall. The priest accompanying them did his best to keep the healed and they quickly regrouped, aiming their crossbows at the place Khadmodo would appear. Discipline kept them from worrying about their own personal safety, they simply sought to hold their ground.
Varall stood her ground, quickly recovering her balance and avoiding the cracks that had formed under her feet. The scythe continued to hold off the axe, neither weapon gaining nor losing ground, buying the inquisitor enough time to cast an asphyxiation spell on her opponent.
The goblins continued relentlessly, however it was the paladins and priests that saw the opening in their opponents defenses. The paladins flanked the succubus, the priests maintaining a light shield that reflected the goblins' stray attacks, before swinging their weapons at the demoness' back and sides.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Robert Warhol
Location
: Ratchet
Arc'Arahm did not waste time feinting, veins on his neck and his beady eyes bulging as he fought against the spell with both physical strength and the protective enchantments engraved into his armor. He leaped forward and to the side, landing heavily with a noticeable aftershock, then spun in a roundhouse kick.
A javelin was lodged beneath Khadomo's right shoulderblade now, and two more were sticking out of his left rear leg. Nevertheless, the injuries sustained only slowed the felhound somewhat, and he was still more than capable of fighting, which he proved by grabbing the two pikes of the sharpshooters above with his tendrils and jerking with enough strength to send the duo plummeting to the ground. Khadomo then pulled himself up with his front legs in one mighty, swift motion, leaping into the sky some several inches above the sharpshooters before descending upon them in a whirlwind of claw and fang.
"This is not... the end..." Gesvene whispered in pain, hastily drawing a rune on the ground with her own blood. She had sustained too many injuries, not capable of dealing with all the attackers at once, and chose now to retreat into the warm embrace of the Twisting Nether to reconsitute herself. Slowly, her body faded away under the paladins' attacks, and when the last wisp of smoke was gone, the rune exploded.
Only one demon remained on the ground now that Khadomo has ascended and Gesvene has fallen, and Tarnik understood it all too well. While it did not look like the inquisitor would lower the wall of flames immediately, still he began to sow confusion, creating clouds of thick, viscous black smoke around the mortals' heads.
Robert let the rope go and grouped a second before touching the ground, rolling several feet and rising mostly unharmed. He turned immediately to see if Vagrin needed help, or to get out of the way, whichever was proper.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Perfect," Serenade said. "Let's get moving, then. It's kind of a long hike to the Dark Portal."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Hike? As in, we're going to walk there? I mean, that's exciting and definitely dangerous, but kinda slow, don't you agree?" Vincent asked.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Our gryphons have been reassigned already," Serenade said with a shrug. "But Nethergarde is fairly close to where we are. We'll stop there for the night."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Sounds like a plan," Vincent nodded, satisfied with the answer.
Post by
Atik
Specter
Swamp of Sorrows
Specter huffed. "Let's move." He stated; starting off.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
Serenade started after, his staff making regular thumps in time with his footsteps as he walked.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
Vincent walked at a relaxed pace, his sword resting across his broad shoulders. The warrior was humming cheerfully under his nose.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
As they walked, the ground slowly but noticeably turned from squishy and green, sans the path that they now trod on, towards hard and red. The air began to heat, even more than the muggy swamp had been, and soon the dank cloud cover parted to reveal a beautiful night sky.
The land around them had turned completely to hard, red, compact earth, completely devoid of life. Even weeds had forsaken the land. "Gentlemen, Varima," Serenade said, "Welcome to the Blasted Lands."
Post by
Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
"I've seen worse." Specter commented, continuing along.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Should've brought lotion, what?" Vincent stated absentmindedly, casting back his outer hood.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"You'll see worse," Serenade replied. "We're off to the Netherstorm, after all." He rounded a corner to see Nethergarde Keep. The largest Alliance military outpost in the Eastern Kingdoms, it was firmly ensconced in the side of the mountain, ready to halt any attack from the Dark Portal.
He approached the gates and held up his Alliance banner. "Hail!" he called. "We seek entrance!"
A moment later, the door opened.
Post by
Atik
Specter
Blasted Lands
"Wouldn't advise that." Specter told the Hippogryph. "No telling how much fel still permiates these lands..." He stated. "Don't want to end up a felboar, do you?"
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