ONE HUNDRED FIFTY SEVEN
(I/C)
Lyra held her holy symbol up and called out to Aine to heal her, soft white and red light coursing up and down her form (CLW 1d6+1, White 6 – Heal 7!!) and turning most of her wounds to bruises and scabs. Meanwhile giving the remaining Guardian still in melee range a sneer, Abraxas lifted his Scythe high and yelled, "Finish them now amigos!" weapon flashing (>+6 to hit, Blue 13) as it slashed into the Guardian, scoring a deep bone scraping cut (1d8+3 Damage, Blue 7 – 10 Damage!) that had it spin from the impact and slam against the side wall.
Meanwhile Kovid was right there with the follow up, "Kill one of you, blah blah, makes you deader.” His hammer rang out in time with the Scythe, the two weapons buffeting the Guardian between them (=+3 to hit, Blue 9) as the dwarf delivered the telling blow like a death knell to the undead as it rocked back (1d8+2 Damage, Blue 7 – 9 Damage and killed!) it’s skull slammed open, the figure hitting the ground in a boneless collapsing fall.
Lannis held his Rod troubled, “I don’t like the way this fight is going,” he muttered, nodding to the two fighters as they shook the gore off their weapons and made to move into the Guardian’s Sanctuary.
Meanwhile Brendon gave Wyn an absent smile, “It’s hard enough to understand Wyn, I wonder if he’s gonna start squeaking now.” With a two finger salute, he drew his silver dagger and jogged down the hall, the elf calling out to him, “Do not break me concentration wit’ some dick comment, Monsieur du Lac. I would just hate eet eef ye were ta get bit by one of de 8 giant rats I have under my control right now."
Wyn had the rats come closer, bobbing back and forth, his mind alive with 8 additional sets of limbs to control. It was taxing but the elf’s mind was up to the task as he quickly made sure that he had established control. “Eet would be better if I ‘ad a way to differentiate you all. Maybe numbers? Maybe letters? Maybe names?”
Brendon had caught up with the group just as they were about to enter the room, “How many of these fuckers are left?”
“Just the one,” Lannis said.
“Good. Piece of cake.”
“Ah! Senor Lampwick, don’t forget the cake, por favor.”
“Grrr..”
As they made it to the room and looked in, the last Guardian was standing to the side of the altar, the silver statue was sitting on his head the stink of burnt flesh and the ring of scabs and smoking skin evidence that he had placed it upon his head like a crown, the lizard like coiled figure staring at the group. He was shuddering with enervating energy that spread out from his left arm like a rippling black shield, and coated his body in a similar wavering black field like armor. It no longer lurched or waved, and twin black fires danced in its eyes as it looked at the group with a calm easy and naked malevolence.
“That one?” Brendon hissed.
“Yep,” the Magic User replied.
“That’s a terrible piece of cake,” he said, fading back against the wall and taking advantage of the shadows to fade into them (<Hide in Shadow, Red 01 – perfect!) so well that Lannis actually lost sight of the Scout.
“What the?”
“Only by your destruction or mine, will this matter be resolved.” It smiled, dead flesh parting as its fiery eyes held the group in thrall.
“Nice hat,” Abraxas replied, Scythe held up.
(Initiative: Party Steel 4, Last Guardian Red/Black 5 – last Guardian rolls initiative)
“Thanks,” it replied and CHARGED across the room, leaping and pouncing left and right (1-3 Kovid, 4-6 Abraxas: White 2 – Kovid!) before twisting at the last moment and ending up in front of the dwarf. Kovid met its bare fists and flashing claw like buffeting hands with his hammer, struggling to turn the blows aside and stay one step ahead of the impacts. However the last Guardian had a dark power running through it (>+8 to hit, Red/Black 13) that leant strength and fury to its blows and the dwarf was hit again and again and again, each strike sounded like ringing anvils as Kovid grunted and cursed in pain (1d8+4 Damage, Red/Black 5 – Take 9 Damage!).
And as if that wasn’t enough, stray bits of black energy leeched off the Guardian and found their way around the dwarf (>Save vs Petrification/Polymorph, Yellow 13) freezing his limbs briefly until sheer will and bravado allowed Kovid to fight off the attempt to stop you.
“You life is measured in minutes,” it intoned, “And the sand is running out.”
“Fuck Thor’s Cock!” Kovid spit, blood dribbling out and down the corner of his beard. “You hit like a pussy.”
Time now is Day 5, 7:09 AM
(OOC)
Bottom of the round, you’re up. Last Guardian! Brendon, you are perfectly hidden in the shadows and even though the undead cannot get “backstabbed”, you would still get a +4 to hit on a surprised to hit. The figure is sporting enspelled armor and shield, which raises its AC from the base of 12 to the group does not know what. Lyra, you are about 15’ down the hall, Wyn you have no light but your infravision is not a problem. That statue is fused to his head, the only way to get it is to kill him – cannot “rip” it off. You’re up!
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