"No!" Kyne shouts as he sees the zombie bite into Supai's throat.
In a flash he is back at her side, swinging Daedagnir once more in two upward strikes as he carves the sword form tower of morning. Flames arc off to both sides as he furiously drives more and more power into the blade, until, finally, the zombie falls blackened to ground.
"Supai?" The elf calls out, afraid that he might be too late. He deftly fetches a healing potion from one of his belt loops and crouches besides her to administer it.
The girl's head falls limp on Kyne's hands as he raises her from the shoulder. The dire gash in her neck pours blood and she just don't respond. Kyle hopes that the healing potion could still help her. Using his teeth he takes out the seal of the potion.
Meanwhile Hurosk notices that the fire that surround Thinderand, Mathilda and the mad cleric is diminishing, it still reaches a waist height, but it seems that they are running out of fuel.
Hurosk looks around the room trying to determine where his efforts could best be used. "Looks like you could use some help," he says hurrying over to help Lyreis with his horde of undead that he is surrounded by. "Next time we're at a dance remind me to bring my bow," he says to the elf through gritted teeth as he stabs at a zombie with his newly acquired dagger.
The zombie staggers under the attacks of Hurosk as he stabs him with the dagger, but the undead creature turns around and looks at him with his glowing blue eyes.
Inside the fire circle, the priest slams two solid hits against Lord Thinderand, but he retaliates and cut a deep wound in the cleric chest as he turns and spins in a mortal dance between him and the three attackers. One of the undead clerics manages to hit him again but the vampire barely notices it.
Seb'riel looks around and sees the rest of the undead killing everything that moves in their line of sight, one of them still has the arm of one noble grappled and it's still bitting him.
A sense of deja vu passes over Seb'riel as she steps forward towards the ring of fire, calling out to Thinderand. "These people don't have time for your pride, cut him down where he stands." Her words fade into mumbling as she once again holds the Staff of Winter aloft and shapes the arcane energy around the zealous priest, holding him in place. As she continues to walk forward a little further she waves her arms out to attract the attention of the zombies around her. "Here you little creatures, come and get me. I'm sure you'd like a bite of my arm." She tries to mimic the panicked movements of the guests who have so far attracted the most zombie attention.
The vampire looks at Seb as the features of the mad cleric freeze. "It was never about my pride..." he says as he stabs the paralized man with his sword. The flames on the paladin sword feast on the cleric flesh. If the server of the Silver Flame could have done it, he would had screamed in pain, but Seb'riel magic prevents him to do it.
When Lord Thinderand retires his sword the cleric is, inexplicabily, still alive. Despite his surprise, he is able to parry the attack of one of the former clerics with his sword.
One of the zombies approach Kyne and takes advantage of him beign distracted with Kupai and tears a wound on the elven sorcerer with its claws.
Molly looks at the zombie that it's on the frame door and can see most of the scene behind it. Most of the attendants to the party that are not dead have flee from the dance hall. The workers of the Sphynx that weren't caught on it when all started are trying to guide them towards the exit. Inside, her friends are fighting an horde of undeads, the shadows that the blue wall of fire casts and she can even see Kyne protecting a wounded woman while a zombie cut a gash of his shoulder.
Molly bullrushes through the doorway, accepting with a grunt any impact with the zombie by the door frame. When her gaze falls on Kyne and his fallen friend, she murmurs the Quori words Life from Bright Mother, and a pulse of divine energy beams out to heal the woman. Darting left, the cleric hisses Cold as the Grave again, and the spectral hand claws at the face of the zombie harassing the pyrokinetic swordsman. "Stand up and fight - this is no time to propose marriage!" Molly barks at Kyne as the zombie hisses and screeches in pain.
"Yes! You like that, don't you? Why don't you come get some more, and bring your friends!"
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Moltaris enters the ball room, dodging the zombie that was in her path, and see how one noble that is beign beaten by a zombie in one arm uses the pint of ale that he has on the other hand to hit the zombie in the head, forcing the undead to release him and he crawls back in fear and pain.
Other zombie jumps towards the remaining Supai's bodyguard and the man grab his claws and fights against it.
Kyne doesn't pay attention to it as he sees the girl's wounds closing and her chest moving again as she gasp reaching for air.
Lyreis trips a little bit on the blood in the floor, it's just a second, but enough for the zombies to hit him. Nothing serious tought but a reminder that he couldn't keep this going too much longer.
Lord Thinderand hits one of the wights with his sword, causing a grevious wound on the former cleric and grabs their leader with one hand.
"You will burn in Hell for this. You came looking for a monster, but had found your doom."
And he bites him in the neck. Mathilda sees him doing it. His fangs protuding from his lips, the savage bite can be heard even among the chaos of the fight. She can even hears how he sucks the blood. The cleric is looking at her, inmovilized both by the strong grasp of Thinderand and Seb's magic, he cannot scream, he cannot fight back, but he can stare at her. She can see the pain and the fear in the man's eyes. Perhaps the realization of what's happening had make him recover some of his clear mind. She can even see a tear rolling from his face when the light finally departs form his gaze. He dies at Thinderand hands, not fighting, but his blood and very sould drained from him.
Lord Thinderand takes his neck and breaks it with the sound of a dry branch beign broken. The corpse falls limp to the ground and Thinderand recover his sword from the floor, when it has dropped. Mathilda can see the blood on his suit and still on his lips.
With a movement of his sword he decapitates one of the creatures that were arrasing him.
Mathilda watches as Thrinderand finally gains the upper hand, relief flooding through her system. But as she looks on, the feeling of triumph turns into nausea. Images run through her mind, too fast to grasp individually: the fire at the tower, Morlainne's attack on Moltaris by the lake, the vampire grabbing at her from underneath the bed... She blinks and shakes her head in shock, but cannot stop staring as Thrinderand brutally tears into the man's throat. Her chest feels too tight; she wants to scream, but cannot draw any air into her lungs. She scampers backwards until she hits the wall.
The loud crack of the cleric's spine snapping pulls her out of her petrified state and she screams, sinking to the floor and covering her face in her hands. She is clutching her dagger tightly and sobs shake her small frame.
As Mathilda's last experiences finally caught up with her, the undeads continue their relentless attacks on those infidels at their dead eyes. Lyreis gets one more hit, but he manage to hold his position, and Moltaris attracts the attention of some zombies but she manages to aovid their feeble attempts to hurt her.
Lyreis, starting ot feel the accumulation of the numerous light blows decides to take more decisive action as a zombie aims a heavy punch at him, the elf drops a shoulder and spins past the creature, their backs touching momentarily as the battlemaster glides past, with the lumbering creature off balance and facing away from him it is a simple task for Lyreis to ram the point off the dagger into the back of the neck of his foe with enough force to rip the rotting head almost clean off the undead abomination.
Even as it begins to fall, the spark on undeath leaving it, Lyreis turns back to the wight, dagger flashing again, he scores a good hit but the second blow catches on the armour and is deflected. With the odds against him improving the battlemaster ventures a look across the room, trying to see how his comrades are faring, calling out as he does to his elven companion "Kyne, I have these ones under control, protect the innocents."
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Relief washes through Kyne as he sees the colour return to Supai's cheeks, and he glances up at Moltaris with a grin.
"About time you showed up!" The elf quips, stowing the potion as he rises. Blade in hand, Kyne turns to face the undead abominations that the priest of the silver flame has created.
"Get behind me," he orders Supai, holding out one hand to her as Daedagnir flashes in two fast strikes. The first comes underhand, slicing from the bottom left up across the zombie's torso. Fire pulses from the steel as Kyne swings the blades, and the corpse crumples blackened to the ground. Twisting on the spot, he lunges, thrusting the sword deep into the gut of the other undead creation. Once more flames engulf the being consuming the 'life' that was awoken within it.
"You're not going to have all the fun here,"Hurosk says after another foe falls at the Lyreis's dagger, Hurosk sends his aura to the armored undead and unleashes two quick strikes of his own. The strikes found their mark but some reason the creature doesn't seem as affected. "Tough sons o'*****es," the half-orc sneers.
The girl's eyes opens and she takes a great gasp of air as the healing magic takes effect. She looks confused to Kyne and then she screams as see the undeads around them. She screams again when Kyne cuts one in half and scorches the other. The bodyguard thanks him for saving his life.
Hurosk joins Lyreis in his fight against the former cleric and the other minions and they are confindent, now that they fight together, that even with their feeble weapons they will prevail.
Seb'riel sees with satisfaction how the vampire kills the cleric. The wall of fire is just a third of what it was at the begining, and could be jumped easily now.
Slightly frustrated that the zombies had ignored her efforts to attract their attention, Seb'riel looks around the battlefield. Seeing the beautiful ballroom descended to violent madness it felt oddly more comfortable than the idea of its usual function, with something very clear and obvious to do, rather than being lost in the difficult to follow social conventions. She mutters to herself "I'm glad I did come to the dance in the end." With the battle almost won, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test her new staff. She had some idea of its power but needed to see it on action to be sure. Reaching deep into its magic and giving it a heavy twirl towards the ceiling she summons a cloud with her actions as the staff reaches into the weave and spins the threads to change the form of reality. Needing to test its capabilities, there was only one option, she reaches deep inside for its most potent spell, calling forth a storm of gaol and ice onto the group of zombies on front of her. The heavy precipitation thunders onto the floor, layering it with ice and ruining the luxurious finish. Among the clunking against the floor, the sickly thud of ice on flesh can also be heard in the centre of the storm.
After the cold breeze is cleared one of the undeads lay battered and broken among the ice, the other two had, somehow, managed to avoid the bulk of the storm, but traces of ice can be seen on their bodies. Both of them are almost at the edges of the area of her spell and Seb'riel takes mental note of it for future reference. She then notice that some dead bodies of fallen rich and noble had become trapped in the ice too.
The vampire slashes again to the remaining dead cleric that was fighting with him and looks at Seb'riel.
"That was really necessary?"he says pointing at the floor and corpses. She is not sure of wich one is he talking about.
The wounded noble reaches the door, trying to stop the bleeding from his bitten arm.
The vampire only raises an eyebrow when the elf wizard talks to him.
Before he can reply Moltaris walks into the room and raises her Godness holy symbol.
A pale, grey light surrounds her, expanding from her raised arm in growing spirals.
When the light touches the flesh of the undead it burns. Three of the zombies are consumedd by this holy light. The wight fighting Lyreis tries to run, but the elf is faster and uses his dagger to cut one of its knee tendonds. That gives Hurosk the chance to stab the creature on the base of its skull. The former cleric drops to the ground with some tremblors as it definetly dies.
Kyne has no problem in burning the remaining zombie with a slash of his sword.
Lord Thinderand lowers his left hand that he has used to cover himself from the holy light and looks around with something similar to sadness.
"I thought I could talk him out of his porpouse while fighting with him. I didn't anticipate.. this... "he hears Mathilda sobbing and turns looking at her. Now it's the first time that the rest of the party can see a true feeling in his eyes.
" Her revenge is complete it seems. I life, but I had been destroyed tonight. "
His sword banishes from his hand and he lowers his head, his hair covering his face.
Seb'riel turns away at Thrinderand's depressive outburst. Seemingly bored of their war of words. She crinkles her face as she looks around. "Interesting what he did there, but they all lose their intelligence and individuality. And so susceptible to the holy energy."
Kyne grips Daedagnir's hilt tightly in both hands as the last of the zombies fall to Moltaris's holy light. The elf's breathing is long and slow as he warily watches the area for further foes and the adrenaline gradually fades. His heart still pounds in his chest as he sheathes his sword and turns to check on Supai.
"I thought you were lost!" He tells her, his voice cracking with emotion as he wraps his arms around her tightly.
"No!" Kyne shouts as he sees the zombie bite into Supai's throat.
In a flash he is back at her side, swinging Daedagnir once more in two upward strikes as he carves the sword form tower of morning. Flames arc off to both sides as he furiously drives more and more power into the blade, until, finally, the zombie falls blackened to ground.
"Supai?" The elf calls out, afraid that he might be too late. He deftly fetches a healing potion from one of his belt loops and crouches besides her to administer it.
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The girl's head falls limp on Kyne's hands as he raises her from the shoulder. The dire gash in her neck pours blood and she just don't respond. Kyle hopes that the healing potion could still help her. Using his teeth he takes out the seal of the potion.
Meanwhile Hurosk notices that the fire that surround Thinderand, Mathilda and the mad cleric is diminishing, it still reaches a waist height, but it seems that they are running out of fuel.
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Hurosk looks around the room trying to determine where his efforts could best be used. "Looks like you could use some help," he says hurrying over to help Lyreis with his horde of undead that he is surrounded by. "Next time we're at a dance remind me to bring my bow," he says to the elf through gritted teeth as he stabs at a zombie with his newly acquired dagger.
The zombie staggers under the attacks of Hurosk as he stabs him with the dagger, but the undead creature turns around and looks at him with his glowing blue eyes.
Inside the fire circle, the priest slams two solid hits against Lord Thinderand, but he retaliates and cut a deep wound in the cleric chest as he turns and spins in a mortal dance between him and the three attackers. One of the undead clerics manages to hit him again but the vampire barely notices it.
Seb'riel looks around and sees the rest of the undead killing everything that moves in their line of sight, one of them still has the arm of one noble grappled and it's still bitting him.
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A sense of deja vu passes over Seb'riel as she steps forward towards the ring of fire, calling out to Thinderand. "These people don't have time for your pride, cut him down where he stands." Her words fade into mumbling as she once again holds the Staff of Winter aloft and shapes the arcane energy around the zealous priest, holding him in place. As she continues to walk forward a little further she waves her arms out to attract the attention of the zombies around her. "Here you little creatures, come and get me. I'm sure you'd like a bite of my arm." She tries to mimic the panicked movements of the guests who have so far attracted the most zombie attention.
The vampire looks at Seb as the features of the mad cleric freeze. "It was never about my pride..." he says as he stabs the paralized man with his sword. The flames on the paladin sword feast on the cleric flesh. If the server of the Silver Flame could have done it, he would had screamed in pain, but Seb'riel magic prevents him to do it.
When Lord Thinderand retires his sword the cleric is, inexplicabily, still alive. Despite his surprise, he is able to parry the attack of one of the former clerics with his sword.
One of the zombies approach Kyne and takes advantage of him beign distracted with Kupai and tears a wound on the elven sorcerer with its claws.
Molly looks at the zombie that it's on the frame door and can see most of the scene behind it. Most of the attendants to the party that are not dead have flee from the dance hall. The workers of the Sphynx that weren't caught on it when all started are trying to guide them towards the exit. Inside, her friends are fighting an horde of undeads, the shadows that the blue wall of fire casts and she can even see Kyne protecting a wounded woman while a zombie cut a gash of his shoulder.
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Molly bullrushes through the doorway, accepting with a grunt any impact with the zombie by the door frame. When her gaze falls on Kyne and his fallen friend, she murmurs the Quori words Life from Bright Mother, and a pulse of divine energy beams out to heal the woman. Darting left, the cleric hisses Cold as the Grave again, and the spectral hand claws at the face of the zombie harassing the pyrokinetic swordsman. "Stand up and fight - this is no time to propose marriage!" Molly barks at Kyne as the zombie hisses and screeches in pain.
"Yes! You like that, don't you? Why don't you come get some more, and bring your friends!"
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Moltaris enters the ball room, dodging the zombie that was in her path, and see how one noble that is beign beaten by a zombie in one arm uses the pint of ale that he has on the other hand to hit the zombie in the head, forcing the undead to release him and he crawls back in fear and pain.
Other zombie jumps towards the remaining Supai's bodyguard and the man grab his claws and fights against it.
Kyne doesn't pay attention to it as he sees the girl's wounds closing and her chest moving again as she gasp reaching for air.
Lyreis trips a little bit on the blood in the floor, it's just a second, but enough for the zombies to hit him. Nothing serious tought but a reminder that he couldn't keep this going too much longer.
Lord Thinderand hits one of the wights with his sword, causing a grevious wound on the former cleric and grabs their leader with one hand.
"You will burn in Hell for this. You came looking for a monster, but had found your doom."
And he bites him in the neck. Mathilda sees him doing it. His fangs protuding from his lips, the savage bite can be heard even among the chaos of the fight. She can even hears how he sucks the blood. The cleric is looking at her, inmovilized both by the strong grasp of Thinderand and Seb's magic, he cannot scream, he cannot fight back, but he can stare at her. She can see the pain and the fear in the man's eyes. Perhaps the realization of what's happening had make him recover some of his clear mind. She can even see a tear rolling from his face when the light finally departs form his gaze. He dies at Thinderand hands, not fighting, but his blood and very sould drained from him.
Lord Thinderand takes his neck and breaks it with the sound of a dry branch beign broken. The corpse falls limp to the ground and Thinderand recover his sword from the floor, when it has dropped. Mathilda can see the blood on his suit and still on his lips.
With a movement of his sword he decapitates one of the creatures that were arrasing him.
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Mathilda watches as Thrinderand finally gains the upper hand, relief flooding through her system. But as she looks on, the feeling of triumph turns into nausea. Images run through her mind, too fast to grasp individually: the fire at the tower, Morlainne's attack on Moltaris by the lake, the vampire grabbing at her from underneath the bed... She blinks and shakes her head in shock, but cannot stop staring as Thrinderand brutally tears into the man's throat. Her chest feels too tight; she wants to scream, but cannot draw any air into her lungs. She scampers backwards until she hits the wall.
The loud crack of the cleric's spine snapping pulls her out of her petrified state and she screams, sinking to the floor and covering her face in her hands. She is clutching her dagger tightly and sobs shake her small frame.
As Mathilda's last experiences finally caught up with her, the undeads continue their relentless attacks on those infidels at their dead eyes. Lyreis gets one more hit, but he manage to hold his position, and Moltaris attracts the attention of some zombies but she manages to aovid their feeble attempts to hurt her.
The graceful elven warrior is ready to retaliate.
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Lyreis, starting ot feel the accumulation of the numerous light blows decides to take more decisive action as a zombie aims a heavy punch at him, the elf drops a shoulder and spins past the creature, their backs touching momentarily as the battlemaster glides past, with the lumbering creature off balance and facing away from him it is a simple task for Lyreis to ram the point off the dagger into the back of the neck of his foe with enough force to rip the rotting head almost clean off the undead abomination.
Even as it begins to fall, the spark on undeath leaving it, Lyreis turns back to the wight, dagger flashing again, he scores a good hit but the second blow catches on the armour and is deflected. With the odds against him improving the battlemaster ventures a look across the room, trying to see how his comrades are faring, calling out as he does to his elven companion "Kyne, I have these ones under control, protect the innocents."
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Relief washes through Kyne as he sees the colour return to Supai's cheeks, and he glances up at Moltaris with a grin.
"About time you showed up!" The elf quips, stowing the potion as he rises. Blade in hand, Kyne turns to face the undead abominations that the priest of the silver flame has created.
"Get behind me," he orders Supai, holding out one hand to her as Daedagnir flashes in two fast strikes. The first comes underhand, slicing from the bottom left up across the zombie's torso. Fire pulses from the steel as Kyne swings the blades, and the corpse crumples blackened to the ground. Twisting on the spot, he lunges, thrusting the sword deep into the gut of the other undead creation. Once more flames engulf the being consuming the 'life' that was awoken within it.
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"You're not going to have all the fun here," Hurosk says after another foe falls at the Lyreis's dagger, Hurosk sends his aura to the armored undead and unleashes two quick strikes of his own. The strikes found their mark but some reason the creature doesn't seem as affected. "Tough sons o'*****es," the half-orc sneers.
The girl's eyes opens and she takes a great gasp of air as the healing magic takes effect. She looks confused to Kyne and then she screams as see the undeads around them. She screams again when Kyne cuts one in half and scorches the other. The bodyguard thanks him for saving his life.
Hurosk joins Lyreis in his fight against the former cleric and the other minions and they are confindent, now that they fight together, that even with their feeble weapons they will prevail.
Seb'riel sees with satisfaction how the vampire kills the cleric. The wall of fire is just a third of what it was at the begining, and could be jumped easily now.
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Slightly frustrated that the zombies had ignored her efforts to attract their attention, Seb'riel looks around the battlefield. Seeing the beautiful ballroom descended to violent madness it felt oddly more comfortable than the idea of its usual function, with something very clear and obvious to do, rather than being lost in the difficult to follow social conventions. She mutters to herself "I'm glad I did come to the dance in the end." With the battle almost won, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test her new staff. She had some idea of its power but needed to see it on action to be sure. Reaching deep into its magic and giving it a heavy twirl towards the ceiling she summons a cloud with her actions as the staff reaches into the weave and spins the threads to change the form of reality. Needing to test its capabilities, there was only one option, she reaches deep inside for its most potent spell, calling forth a storm of gaol and ice onto the group of zombies on front of her. The heavy precipitation thunders onto the floor, layering it with ice and ruining the luxurious finish. Among the clunking against the floor, the sickly thud of ice on flesh can also be heard in the centre of the storm.
After the cold breeze is cleared one of the undeads lay battered and broken among the ice, the other two had, somehow, managed to avoid the bulk of the storm, but traces of ice can be seen on their bodies. Both of them are almost at the edges of the area of her spell and Seb'riel takes mental note of it for future reference. She then notice that some dead bodies of fallen rich and noble had become trapped in the ice too.
The vampire slashes again to the remaining dead cleric that was fighting with him and looks at Seb'riel.
"That was really necessary?" he says pointing at the floor and corpses. She is not sure of wich one is he talking about.
The wounded noble reaches the door, trying to stop the bleeding from his bitten arm.
Moltaris looks around calmly.
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Seb'riel shrugs in response to Thinderand. "No, it wasn't necessary, you could have killed him when I first held him and avoided all of their deaths."
The vampire only raises an eyebrow when the elf wizard talks to him.
Before he can reply Moltaris walks into the room and raises her Godness holy symbol.
A pale, grey light surrounds her, expanding from her raised arm in growing spirals.
When the light touches the flesh of the undead it burns. Three of the zombies are consumedd by this holy light. The wight fighting Lyreis tries to run, but the elf is faster and uses his dagger to cut one of its knee tendonds. That gives Hurosk the chance to stab the creature on the base of its skull. The former cleric drops to the ground with some tremblors as it definetly dies.
Kyne has no problem in burning the remaining zombie with a slash of his sword.
Lord Thinderand lowers his left hand that he has used to cover himself from the holy light and looks around with something similar to sadness.
"I thought I could talk him out of his porpouse while fighting with him. I didn't anticipate.. this... " he hears Mathilda sobbing and turns looking at her. Now it's the first time that the rest of the party can see a true feeling in his eyes.
" Her revenge is complete it seems. I life, but I had been destroyed tonight. "
His sword banishes from his hand and he lowers his head, his hair covering his face.
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Seb'riel turns away at Thrinderand's depressive outburst. Seemingly bored of their war of words. She crinkles her face as she looks around. "Interesting what he did there, but they all lose their intelligence and individuality. And so susceptible to the holy energy."
Kyne grips Daedagnir's hilt tightly in both hands as the last of the zombies fall to Moltaris's holy light. The elf's breathing is long and slow as he warily watches the area for further foes and the adrenaline gradually fades. His heart still pounds in his chest as he sheathes his sword and turns to check on Supai.
"I thought you were lost!" He tells her, his voice cracking with emotion as he wraps his arms around her tightly.
"Are you okay?"
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