With each Guardian's death of the quintet, the remaining ones got a small power boost and a bit faster. Making whatever was remaining that much more dangerous to fight. HP remained the same at 16, but on their attack, it was getting to be more and more of a struggle against the group.
Follows:
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY SIX
(I/C)
Giving the two fighters a clap on the back, Lyra said, “Good work guys. The rest is up to you for now,” as she turned to help out Wyn and Brendon. On the way she handed Lannis back the Ishtari Rod, “Thanks Lannis. Worked pretty good! You might want to clean off some of the guardian brain,” Before breaking into a jog and drawing her club.
Lannis stowed the dirty rod into his belt, still working his next spell and grumbling, “When someone borrows something it is generally considered rude not to return it in the condition in which it was lent. I should feel lucky that you didn't eat it I suppose.”
Seeing Abraxas glower at the one that had hit him with the stone, Kovid gave the Fighter a sharp glance and fended off an attack from the two in front of him, "Abraxas, hold the line. We are creating a bottleneck. See if they come to us."
"But that PUTA threw a rock at me!” he growled, “Fine, make him come to us. Pero, if he doesn’t move, I'm going after him next!" He lifted his Scythe to strike the wounded one when behind him Lannis’ spell fired off and a burning pink dart of chaos flew through the air and buried itself (1d4 damage, Pink 3) into the Guardian’s chest, ripping a hole out the other side and dropping it. “Whoa!” Abraxas yelped, looking back. “That one was MINE.”
The next Guardian in line shuddered and swelled up, dark energy running across its skin and it seemed to be more confident. “Kill one of us,” it snarled, “makes this Quintet of Guardians stronger.”
The other Guardians likewise seemed to shudder and stand straighter. “Kill one of us makes this Quintet of Guardians stronger.”
Abraxas arced his Scythe back and launched into a flurry of attacks and cuts (>+6 to hit, Blue 19) that was masterful and dizzying to behold. “Tres is NOT a Quintet, Pendejo!” he jibed as his weapon tore slashes and chunks of flesh from the dazed Guardian (1d8+3 Damage, Blue 7 – 10 Damage!!).
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! RAIN time!” Kovid cheered ignoring the one in front of him to target the wounded one closer to Abraxas. His Theystran Hammer rose and fell with a steady chime of silver on flesh (>+3 to hit, Yellow 19), accompanied with the crackling sound of splintering bone (1d8+2 Damage, Yellow 7 – 9 Damage and killed!!) as the undead tried to stay upright. But its light was snuffed out between the assault of the two warriors and it fell over with a boneless quality before expiring. “Thor’s Silver Raindrops on you!” he announced, chest heaving, the two warriors then backpedalled a handful of steps to get out of easy throwing range of the last visible Guardian.
The undead in question had bent down to get another rock when a shuddering ran through it and it’s bones made pops and groaning noises as it twisted its head, cracking its neck and then, flashed a rictus looking grin. “You delay your death by needless minutes,” it said tonelessly.
From further inside the room past where the group could see, there was the sound of metal on stone and some heavy movement and the other Guardian echoed, “You delay your death by needless minutes.”
From the corner, hearing the rats scrabbling down the hall and getting closer and closer, Brendon fingered an arrow and leaned over, “Wyn, I would really like you to get a light spell going please.” Lyra slid past the Scout, club out and shield at the ready, squinting down the dark hall and waiting.
The elf meanwhile was quickly sorting through his pack before grabbing the cold potion vial inside. “Monsieur du Lac, do not worry about de rats. I will charm deze wee big vermin. Hold your shots till I can take them.”
“Ah,” Brendon answered, a bit more at ease. “I like your idea better.”
The rats ran closer and closer, their beady red eyes visible in the dim light and threatening to hit the group very soon when Wyn popped the seal and drank the potion ins a single gulp…And his mind FLASHED out (3d6 HD worth of control: 5+4+3 = 12 HD – Capture all 8 of the Giant Rats with 4 HD of animal control still pending. Potion will last 6+1d6 turns from this moment (White 5) – 11 turns) and every one of the rats became an extension of his will as the elf concentrated on slowing them down and quieting them as well. “I…I t’ink…I gots them.”
Lyra and Brendon were watching 8 giant rats the size of small dogs standing in a loose mass, waving back and forth expectantly. “Yeah,” the Cleric said leaning back, “that’s not disturbing at all.”
Brendon leaned forward and replied, “It’s still early. I’m sure we’ll see other disturbing shit after this.”
Lastly, the Guardian in question was holding another softball sized rock and smiling at Abraxas and Kovid who were backing up when it tossed it up, caught it in its right hand, and then JOGGED towards the party rock held over head, face locked in a disturbing grin and moaning, “Corfard!”
“What the absolute fuck?!” Lannis yelped and Abraxas and Kovid looked at each other the dwarf muttering, “Did we back up far enough?” and the fighter answering, “Sure! If the puta wasn’t running and grinning and holding a rock up like it’s going to smash our capesa’s in like an egg!”
And sure enough, the Guardian ran up (1-3 Kovid, 4-6 Abraxas, White 6 – Abraxas) and at the last moment shifted itself in line to hit the Fighter who got his Scythe up just in time as the undead’s arm whistled down, stone held tightly in its grip (>+7 to hit, Red/Black 17) where it SMASHED into the weapon’s shaft and battered it aside to ring against the Fighter’s armor and dent the banded plate there. It then repeated the attack three more times as Abraxas struggled to avoid the worst of the damage (1d8+3 Damage, Red/Black 8 – 11 Damage. Damage Deflection <Strength Blue 15, Take 6 Damage! -4 to hit on next attack) but still was battered about by the Guardian, blood tricking down the side of his face and the fighter feeling a bruise in his hip down to at least the bone. “Damn it!” he growled. “Hits like a fonging hammer!”
Spinning his weapon once in his grip, Kovid answered, “Then let’s return the favor and hammer this Thorson of a bitch.”
“Eh?” Abraxas asked.
“What?”
“Nothing, thought you were talking to moy.” Scythe up he looked at the Guardian, “Save your quips, YOUR death is coming!”
“Death is coming,” the Guardian echoed. “Coming for you.”
And from elsewhere in the room, “Death is coming, coming for you!”
Time now is Day 5, 7:08 AM
(OOC)
Ok – we have 8 giant rats for the next 119 minutes under Wyn’s control who cannot attack on his own or cast spells, but can walk and jog and move and talk still – but his concentration is on 8 additional minds he is controlling. We have TWO Guardians left – one with you, and the other in the room with the Statue and doing something. New round, and you guys autowin initiative.
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