As the undead hounds approach, Seb'riel gestures up to the sky, mumbling as she does so, calling on the undying court once more. As she opens her hands a series of bright lights fall from the sky in a constant stream, surrounding the beasts with radiant light.
[cast blazing starfall: DC16 dex in a 10ft cube 2d4 radiant damage on failure, they take a further 2d4 fire damage if they try to leave the cube next turn]
The light seems to burn the undead skins, but they continue charging forwards, despite the charred marks the motes of light leaves on their skin where it touches the undead hounds.
Moltaris prays to her Goodness and gets ready a spell, ready at any sign of life from the tower. She could hear noises in the other part of the lower construction alongside the stables.
When the flames begin to lick up towards the roof of the stable, Mathilda readies her arrow. Her eyes dart between the door and the windows, ready to shoot anything or anyone that shows themselves. Having Hurosk next to her calms her nerves a little, but the dark tower rising out of the fog still send chills up her spine.
Shelistens carefully to try and get an idea of how things are going on the other side of the building. I just hope they're okay over there.
The blade of the elf warrior slices one of the dog zombies and the creature, his neck almost cut down, satys in the ground at Lyreis feet.
The other one, ignoring his fallem comrade, jumps over its dead body and tries to bite the warrior, but he easily dodges him, adopting a position ready to continue his attack.
Huroks gets ready, the sounds on the house are getting louder.
Hurosk tenses when the fireball detonates on the other side of the building. He settles into his hiding spot and draws an arrow, ready to lose it at the first target his spots at the door.
Kyne advances, sword in hand, ready to do battle with the undead hounds. One runs right at him, and he raises his sword in kind, but then their eyes meet, and for a moment all the elf sees is a poor, lost puppy. The look in its eyes reminds him of his own dogs from decades passed, and he hesitates. The beast senses the change in energy too. Not entirely sure what to do with itself either, it slowly approaches the sorcerer, sniffing tentatively at him.
"It's alright boy," Kyne answers with incredulous grin, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation. "Nice and easy now. You're okay."
Seb'riel looks at Kyne and sighs as she casually hurls a stream of fire from her hands, but it sails agonisingly over the head of one of the hounds and she immediately regrets not paying more attention. "Kyne, will you stop messing around and put that thing down? We have serious work to do."
Both Hurosk and Mathilda tenses their bows and waits. They can hear the fire spreading inside the stables, and some noises from the house that shares a wall with them. They follow the noises, while keeping an eye towards the tower.
Suddenly the door fo the building opens and a humanoid figure start to exit. They hear a weel modulated, yet mechanic voice starting to say
"What is going... " but both of them, waiting for someone to show up had already fire their bows. Mathilda sees what it seems to be a human with a full set of armor donned and the most peculiar helmet, resemblancing a face, in the doorstep. When her arrow and Hurosk's impact him, finding soft spots in the armor she realizes that there is no helmet, but the face of the creature as it groans and its slammed against the wall as both arrows score a solid hit on him..
The metal man looks at Hurosk and Mathilda
"You are hostile and you are trying to destroy the property inside the compound. " he stands tall, recovering from the impact of the arrows " I would ask you to leave but your hostile intentions leave me no other choice... "he steps out of the house getting ready to fight against them.
Meanwhile at the other side of the building the undead dog hesitates to attack Kyne and he tries to pet him, despite the fact that half of its face is missing and he can see the exposed bone.
Moltaris sees the creature opening the door and she prays to her Godness. The radiance of the sunlight feels the are, making the shadows of the night retreat and the warforged blinks for a moment while his eyes adjusts.
The cleric is ready to fight.
Ok, the warforged appears just at the end of the previous round, so that was your attacks. I will add him on his initiative on discord.
As the mechanical monstrosity appears in the doorway, Moltaris flicks her fingers in its direction, and a globe of Daylight appears and swells to cover a large area around the door of the tower.
She backs up on her turn, putting a little distance between her and the foe. Summoning a purplish-black metallic scythe next to the creature, it slashes down but makes no mark against the warforged's tough exterior.
Changing her tack, she causes a cold, pale hand to caress the warforged, draining some of its life energy.
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The warforged sttagers as the pale hand steals the life force that was imbued on him. He acknowledges Moltaris. Between the arrows and the spell it seems pretty damaged.
"What on earth..." Mathilda does not even want to think about what this creature is, eerily illuminated by Moltaris' magic. It does seem to be hurt by their arrows, so she quickly notches another one and fires. As it turns to look at where the attack came from, she ducks back behind a nearby tree, hoping to remain hidden in the shadows. She glances over at the tower door to see if more monsters are coming for them.
Mathilda's arrow flies true and when the warforged is focusing on Moltaris he left his right flank exposed. The arrow sticks in the warforged neck and he grabs it, surprised.
He leans against the door's frame and start to fall down.
" Critical failure of multiple systems... must defend the compound... must... follow... the Owner's... or..der..s..."
The light in his eyes flickers for a moment and then its gone.
Meanwhile in the other side of the building, other dog tries to bit Lyreis, but the agile elf dodges it.
Hurosk doesn't listen or see anyone coming out of the house.
"Well that thing didn't know what hit it," Hurosk says. He approaches the door where the warforged emerged from with arrow ready to release should another target present itself. "Hope everything is under control in the other side." He motions to the rising flames.
Hurosk is moving when suddenly two of the tower window's explodes, sending pieces of wood and glass all over the place. Two figures jump from the windows, one landing over the roff of the house the other one landing at the ground, near the entrance of the tower. He reacts quick, his reflexes kicking in, and he fires his arrow even before seeing to what or whom he is attacking.
His arrow finds the mark, and he sees it stucked into the shoulder of a young man, brown hair, green eyes and pale skin. He looks at Hurosk and takes out the arrow as if it was nothing, and charge towards him!
Kyne hand is almost touching the undead dog, the creature confused by the sudden show of kindess. It seems that it has awaken memories long lost to him, of another time, of another life. Then the sound of glass breaking breaks the moment and the jaws close hard in Kyne's forearm, causing him a lacerant pain.
Kyne curses bitterly in dwarvish and yanks his arm free, twirling on the spot to send his sword carving up the front of the dog. Flames erupt from the blade as he moves, sending long tongues licking out to the side, and the elf sidesteps as he twists into a second blow at the final hound. He peels around to place the enemy between him and Lyreis, but the undead creature ducks his burning weapon, even as yet more fire is casting off in all directions, leaving Kyne surrounded by a vibrant orange corona.
Kyne moves between the two dogs, Lyreis sees his attack miss but the dog closest to him looks away from the battlemaster for a moment, which is all he needs, the blades flick out almost nonchalantly, the undead monstrosity returns to truth death. Lyreis, unblinking, steps on its back, jumps off over Kyne's blade and landing on the other side of the last dog. "Enough playing around, let's finish this one, we have other enemies to end."
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As the glass shatters above them and splinters of wood are thrown off from the burst shutters, Seb'riel looks up.
"Her children have come. The others will require my help."
She makes a wide sweeping gesture with each hand, circles drawn with the palms as her fingers pluck invisible threads. She mutters and looks to the sky as a feather levitates from her pouch. The owl on her shoulder takes flight in anticipation of what is to come. A breeze takes her new cloak as it flutters around her and she leaps into the air above the burning stable.
Moltaris cocks her head to the left, and the luminous scythe floats to the west, towards the approaching spawn. Grasping her holy symbol, she summons forth a blast of radiant energy, but the spawn's darting movement is too quick for her, and the bolt scatters to nothingness against the structure behind the creature. She groans and readies herself for their onslaught!
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The strange metallic creatures goes down, but there is not time for celebration. As Mathilda looks over to the tower, two figures explode through the windows. They look dark and dangerous, the same way that the lady by the lake did. A cold knot settles in Mathilda's stomach and she tries to focus on her arrows. Okay, this is what we planned for. They said use the special arrows if they look like vampires. These definitely do! She carefully aims the first of her holy-oil-anointed arrows and fires at the vampire closest to her. Knowing that these creatures are fast, she does not even wait to see if it hits, but immediately ducks back behind a bush and prays that it did not see her.
Mathilda's arrow find its mark and it sticks deep in the vampire's flesh. He however takes it out and breaks it looking at the trees where it came from.
" Go for the others "says the woman behind him " I will find the mouse..."
He then turn his attention to Moltaris and Hurosk showing them his fangs.
At the other side of the burning stables, Lyreis is ready to dispatch the last of the undeads dogs.
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As the undead hounds approach, Seb'riel gestures up to the sky, mumbling as she does so, calling on the undying court once more. As she opens her hands a series of bright lights fall from the sky in a constant stream, surrounding the beasts with radiant light.
[cast blazing starfall: DC16 dex in a 10ft cube 2d4 radiant damage on failure, they take a further 2d4 fire damage if they try to leave the cube next turn]
The light seems to burn the undead skins, but they continue charging forwards, despite the charred marks the motes of light leaves on their skin where it touches the undead hounds.
Moltaris prays to her Goodness and gets ready a spell, ready at any sign of life from the tower. She could hear noises in the other part of the lower construction alongside the stables.
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When the flames begin to lick up towards the roof of the stable, Mathilda readies her arrow. Her eyes dart between the door and the windows, ready to shoot anything or anyone that shows themselves. Having Hurosk next to her calms her nerves a little, but the dark tower rising out of the fog still send chills up her spine.
Shelistens carefully to try and get an idea of how things are going on the other side of the building. I just hope they're okay over there.
The blade of the elf warrior slices one of the dog zombies and the creature, his neck almost cut down, satys in the ground at Lyreis feet.
The other one, ignoring his fallem comrade, jumps over its dead body and tries to bite the warrior, but he easily dodges him, adopting a position ready to continue his attack.
Huroks gets ready, the sounds on the house are getting louder.
(Hurosk's turn)
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Hurosk tenses when the fireball detonates on the other side of the building. He settles into his hiding spot and draws an arrow, ready to lose it at the first target his spots at the door.
Kyne advances, sword in hand, ready to do battle with the undead hounds. One runs right at him, and he raises his sword in kind, but then their eyes meet, and for a moment all the elf sees is a poor, lost puppy. The look in its eyes reminds him of his own dogs from decades passed, and he hesitates. The beast senses the change in energy too. Not entirely sure what to do with itself either, it slowly approaches the sorcerer, sniffing tentatively at him.
"It's alright boy," Kyne answers with incredulous grin, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation. "Nice and easy now. You're okay."
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Seb'riel looks at Kyne and sighs as she casually hurls a stream of fire from her hands, but it sails agonisingly over the head of one of the hounds and she immediately regrets not paying more attention. "Kyne, will you stop messing around and put that thing down? We have serious work to do."
Both Hurosk and Mathilda tenses their bows and waits. They can hear the fire spreading inside the stables, and some noises from the house that shares a wall with them. They follow the noises, while keeping an eye towards the tower.
Suddenly the door fo the building opens and a humanoid figure start to exit. They hear a weel modulated, yet mechanic voice starting to say
"What is going... " but both of them, waiting for someone to show up had already fire their bows. Mathilda sees what it seems to be a human with a full set of armor donned and the most peculiar helmet, resemblancing a face, in the doorstep. When her arrow and Hurosk's impact him, finding soft spots in the armor she realizes that there is no helmet, but the face of the creature as it groans and its slammed against the wall as both arrows score a solid hit on him..
The metal man looks at Hurosk and Mathilda
"You are hostile and you are trying to destroy the property inside the compound. " he stands tall, recovering from the impact of the arrows " I would ask you to leave but your hostile intentions leave me no other choice... " he steps out of the house getting ready to fight against them.
Meanwhile at the other side of the building the undead dog hesitates to attack Kyne and he tries to pet him, despite the fact that half of its face is missing and he can see the exposed bone.
Moltaris sees the creature opening the door and she prays to her Godness. The radiance of the sunlight feels the are, making the shadows of the night retreat and the warforged blinks for a moment while his eyes adjusts.
The cleric is ready to fight.
Ok, the warforged appears just at the end of the previous round, so that was your attacks. I will add him on his initiative on discord.
Moltaris turn.
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As the mechanical monstrosity appears in the doorway, Moltaris flicks her fingers in its direction, and a globe of Daylight appears and swells to cover a large area around the door of the tower.
She backs up on her turn, putting a little distance between her and the foe. Summoning a purplish-black metallic scythe next to the creature, it slashes down but makes no mark against the warforged's tough exterior.
Changing her tack, she causes a cold, pale hand to caress the warforged, draining some of its life energy.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The warforged sttagers as the pale hand steals the life force that was imbued on him. He acknowledges Moltaris. Between the arrows and the spell it seems pretty damaged.
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"What on earth..." Mathilda does not even want to think about what this creature is, eerily illuminated by Moltaris' magic. It does seem to be hurt by their arrows, so she quickly notches another one and fires. As it turns to look at where the attack came from, she ducks back behind a nearby tree, hoping to remain hidden in the shadows. She glances over at the tower door to see if more monsters are coming for them.
Mathilda's arrow flies true and when the warforged is focusing on Moltaris he left his right flank exposed. The arrow sticks in the warforged neck and he grabs it, surprised.
He leans against the door's frame and start to fall down.
" Critical failure of multiple systems... must defend the compound... must... follow... the Owner's... or..der..s..."
The light in his eyes flickers for a moment and then its gone.
Meanwhile in the other side of the building, other dog tries to bit Lyreis, but the agile elf dodges it.
Hurosk doesn't listen or see anyone coming out of the house.
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"Well that thing didn't know what hit it," Hurosk says. He approaches the door where the warforged emerged from with arrow ready to release should another target present itself. "Hope everything is under control in the other side." He motions to the rising flames.
Hurosk is moving when suddenly two of the tower window's explodes, sending pieces of wood and glass all over the place. Two figures jump from the windows, one landing over the roff of the house the other one landing at the ground, near the entrance of the tower. He reacts quick, his reflexes kicking in, and he fires his arrow even before seeing to what or whom he is attacking.
His arrow finds the mark, and he sees it stucked into the shoulder of a young man, brown hair, green eyes and pale skin. He looks at Hurosk and takes out the arrow as if it was nothing, and charge towards him!
Kyne hand is almost touching the undead dog, the creature confused by the sudden show of kindess. It seems that it has awaken memories long lost to him, of another time, of another life. Then the sound of glass breaking breaks the moment and the jaws close hard in Kyne's forearm, causing him a lacerant pain.
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Kyne curses bitterly in dwarvish and yanks his arm free, twirling on the spot to send his sword carving up the front of the dog. Flames erupt from the blade as he moves, sending long tongues licking out to the side, and the elf sidesteps as he twists into a second blow at the final hound. He peels around to place the enemy between him and Lyreis, but the undead creature ducks his burning weapon, even as yet more fire is casting off in all directions, leaving Kyne surrounded by a vibrant orange corona.
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Kyne moves between the two dogs, Lyreis sees his attack miss but the dog closest to him looks away from the battlemaster for a moment, which is all he needs, the blades flick out almost nonchalantly, the undead monstrosity returns to truth death. Lyreis, unblinking, steps on its back, jumps off over Kyne's blade and landing on the other side of the last dog. "Enough playing around, let's finish this one, we have other enemies to end."
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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As the glass shatters above them and splinters of wood are thrown off from the burst shutters, Seb'riel looks up.
"Her children have come. The others will require my help."
She makes a wide sweeping gesture with each hand, circles drawn with the palms as her fingers pluck invisible threads. She mutters and looks to the sky as a feather levitates from her pouch. The owl on her shoulder takes flight in anticipation of what is to come. A breeze takes her new cloak as it flutters around her and she leaps into the air above the burning stable.
Moltaris cocks her head to the left, and the luminous scythe floats to the west, towards the approaching spawn. Grasping her holy symbol, she summons forth a blast of radiant energy, but the spawn's darting movement is too quick for her, and the bolt scatters to nothingness against the structure behind the creature. She groans and readies herself for their onslaught!
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The strange metallic creatures goes down, but there is not time for celebration. As Mathilda looks over to the tower, two figures explode through the windows. They look dark and dangerous, the same way that the lady by the lake did. A cold knot settles in Mathilda's stomach and she tries to focus on her arrows. Okay, this is what we planned for. They said use the special arrows if they look like vampires. These definitely do! She carefully aims the first of her holy-oil-anointed arrows and fires at the vampire closest to her. Knowing that these creatures are fast, she does not even wait to see if it hits, but immediately ducks back behind a bush and prays that it did not see her.
Mathilda's arrow find its mark and it sticks deep in the vampire's flesh. He however takes it out and breaks it looking at the trees where it came from.
" Go for the others " says the woman behind him " I will find the mouse..."
He then turn his attention to Moltaris and Hurosk showing them his fangs.
At the other side of the burning stables, Lyreis is ready to dispatch the last of the undeads dogs.
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