Meanwhile on the nearby room, Moltaris faith protects her from the spell of the cleric and the young woman that was working with him opens wide her eyes in disbelief. A barrel of some liquid is on the floor between them and the cleric clothes had changed to a breastplate with the tabard of the Silver Flame when he casted the spell against her.
The cleric is faster than him and uttering a word in celestial makes him freeze in the middle of grabbing whatever he was trying to catch under his robes, something that hangs around his neck it seems. The woman takes a step backwards and gasps. Silver flames surround Molly but her own magical defenses protect her from them. She takes a step forward and the woman muters " How... " clearly not believing her own eyes.
"How? How indeed... you are here to claim my monster and I cannot allow that."
Moltaris stalks forward and murmurs the word for Death in Quori while miming a violent two-handed slashing motion. Next to the woman, a glowing scythe of deep royal purple appears and slashes her throat. Her face freezes in horror and her cry of terror cannot escape her lips as she collapses to the floor.
The kalashtar nimbly removes the holy symbol from around the neck of the paralyzed priest. She moves towards the commotion that has erupted in the main ballroom, but then stops and does a caressing motion in the air while whispering Cold as the Grave in Quori. A spectral hand appears near the face of her paralyzed foe, stroking his cheek with the touch of the grave.
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Mathilda sees how the face of the vampire transfigures as the bald cleric resist his powers and turns from surprise to sadness when Kyle electrocute the other clerics to their death.
He takes a step towards the cleric, his sword appearing on his hand.
" You dare to come to my house and threaten me and my guests?"
Then Seb'riel magic takes hold and the cleric is paralized.
Lord Thrinderand smiles and for a moment the young rogue sees the predator arisen in the face of her crush. The fangs starting to appear on his midly opened lips. But, making an exercise of force of will he just walk in front of the cleric.
"You come here and accuse me of beign a monster. You bring here your forces and attack me surrounded by innocent people. I could kill you. Now. But I will show you that I am not the monster you think I am. "
He looks over Seb'riel upon the fire and despite the chaos and all the screaming she can hear him
Seb'riel looks back at him with confusion. "For truth?" She glances around the battlefield. "I think I will hold him for now, so long as his friends threaten mine." She gestures at the remaining clerics near Lyreis who still glows under their magic. "And where is Moltaris? I would know that she is safe." She tightens her grip on the staff.
Seb'riel has obvious disappointment on her face, but she nods and loosens the grip on her staff, allowing her mind to wander and release the spell. The cleric's face is the first part of him to be released as the ice cracks and falls away.
As soon as the ice cracks and the priest is released he yells a power word and a colum of silver fire erupts from Thindrerand's feet and engulfs him. People scream in fear an awe but the vampire jumps towards the cleric, his greatsword over his head, and hits him with a downward cut. The cleric grunts, taking a step back and before Lord Thinderand can do his next swing he hits with his warhammer on the swordman's hand. The sound of breaking bones can be heard, and the cleric laughs anticipating the victory. But the experienced fighter spins following the movement of his, for a second, out of control greatsword. He grabs it with just one hand and complete a full turn, slashing the cleric again who yells in pain and rage.
Mathilda starts to recover herself from the surprise.
Mathilda watches her friends throw themselves into battle, unsure how to help them. Having only brought a small dagger, she feels badly prepared and curses herself. With a light tug, her pretty dress changes into her normal rogue attire. At least now I can move and run if I have to! She readies her dagger and keeps her eyes on Thrinderand, poised to jump to his aid if necessary. Every muscle in her body is tense and her eyes flick back and forth between the two fighters and the other enemies in her vicinity.
The remaining acolyte runs towards the cleric Lyreis is fighting and touches him, with a prayer on his lips. The elf warrior sees how some of the wounds he had inflicted heal and the determination of the cleric reinforces.
Kyne hurries to support Lyreis, shifting his grip on his blade as he moves and bringing it up from below in a smooth arc. Tongues of flame run from the dragonshard focus in the hilt and along the length of the grooved metal, flaring to life as Kyne channels his own power into the weapon. The fire dances and jumps to the acolyte standing besides the priest as Daedagnir hits home, searing a line of burning flesh.
"Drop your weapon citizen, you are under the spell of a monster, we only want to help"
Hurosk snorts at the cleric's statement. "Best way that you can help is kick rocks, bub!" He glances over to the cleric he brought down and moves the aura to his new target. As he takes a couple of steps closer to the wall of fire he stabs twice with the knife. The first is well-placed, driving the blade into their leg attempting to hamstring the overzealous cleric. However, the second misses wide as his target reacts to the first strike. "Take that as your warning!"
Both warriors prove their skills as the attackers fall under their attacks.
Kyne´s sword cleaves the cleric´s armour and the fire feasts on his flesh. The other one is also engulfed by the fire and both bodies drop to the ground, filling the room with the stench of burnt skin.
Hurosk cleaves the knive on the man´s leg, severing the femoral. The dagger the cleric had hidden on his othher hand, probably to stab Hurosk if he would have let his guard down, falls to the floor.
"You and all yor filthy kin are going to burn in hell" replies to the half-orc as he grabs the dagger and throws it at Hurosk, but the shoot goes wild and the weapon flies direct towards one of the noble woman the ranger was close to, who is too scare to even yell. But Hurok´s reflexes quick in and he grabs the dagger in the air. The woman looks at it,then to the half-orc and then faints to the floor.
Meanwhile, on the other ball room Moltaris keep hearing the conmotion.
"I don't have time to wait for you," Moltaris intones to the paralyzed priest. She steps back and watches his eyes dilate with fear as her hand slowly approaches his face. "This is a better death than you probably deserve," she whispers before wracking his form with a heavy pulse of life-sucking energy. His eyes go blank and she releases Hold Person, but has already turned to run for the ballroom before his body hits the floor.
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Seeing his allies being decimated by the party, the bald cleric roars in defiance and with a powerful kick he makes Lord Thinderand take a step back.
The cleric’s eyes are injected in blood, his gaze is more terrifying to Mathilda that the hungry looking vampire of the tower.
”It doesn’t matter how many minions you have. The True and Only Faith is with me. Hear me thou who believe in the Sacred Flame. Hear me and obey my command. Your service to the Church is yet not ended. Come to my aid now and help me purge this abomination!!”
At the cleric’s words silver flames start to appear surrounding him, expanding in a spiral that becomes bigger and bigger until the silver fire engulfs all the ball room and all who are on it. Screams of pain and fear can be heard all around the party.
Funny enough none of them seems to be affected by the fire, but most of the fleeing bystanders and one of the two bodyguards of Kyne’s friend are.
Their flesh burn and they fall to the ground, screaming in pain as the silver fire burns them, silver flames erupting from their mouths and eyes, and the bodies fall to ground.
For a few seconds all look around stunned for what the cleric, who is down to one knee and has his eyes closed, has just done. Then one of the arms of one of the dead clerics moves, then the leg of another. Little by little all the dead, the ones that the party had killed and the ones that had just been killed, start to rise again, a flickering silver flame burning in their eyes.
The cleric stands with a madness grin on his lips.
“She was right “ he chuckles maniacally “those devout enough to the Church will sacrifice and serve it even after dead. Now you and your minions will meet your doom...” and he raises his weapon again against and horrorized vampire.
A little taken aback by the sudden appearance of the zombies, Seb'riel barely moves as the first one closes on her and lashes out with its dead hands. She brushes off the small blow though and reflexively lets loose an intense burst of lightening from her fingers. The zombies close to her are blown apart into small pieces of gore, a third a little further away steps aside from the worst of the blow but is still caught heavily by the blast, losing a lot of the flesh that is already falling off of its form.
Seb runs forwards towards the flames and her brother, taking a moment to call out to Thinderand: "Your pride did this; if you had allowed me to hold him, those people would still be alive. You claim to benevolently protect them, yet you left them in danger so that you could fight a man yourself. rather than accept my help and wisdom. I hope you survive to think on that."
The vampire only growls back at the wizard´s words as he takes a couple of blows from the resurrected clerics that pinzer him.
"You mad! What have you done?!"he says to the cleric who just laughs histerically.
He raises his sword but then the screams begin.
One of the zombies creeps toward one of the felling nobles and its claws open the man's throat clean.
The former bodyguard of the young lady that was Kyne's partner jumps over her before the other one can react and bites her in the neck,blood spilling and splashing the face of the other bodyguard.
Another zombie cleaves through the stomach of a woman and she falls to the ground, dead, her eyes still open.
One more undead bites the arm of another dancer and he screams in pain and terror. A former musician falls over one of her companions and literally behead him ripping the neck with its claws.
Lyreis is able to dodge the attack of one of the now undead clerics that surround him.
Seeing all this chaos and death, Lord Thindrerand can´t react he only looks around and turns towards the zelaous cleric.
"You are going to pay for this! " he reaches out trying to choke him,but the crazy cleric interposes his mace.
Mathilda barely notices the commotion around her as she watches the two corpses rise. With horror, she sees turn towards Thrinderand. Screams erupt from beynod the flames, but she cannot make out what is going on. Fighting through her fear, she dodges around Thrinderand and comes at one of the risen creatures with her dagger, stabbing it right in the neck. The wound gashes, but no blood pours out and Mathilda recoils. What are these things? Is there no end to this nightmare?
Another zombie goes after one of the noble women who was near Hurosk but in her panick she manages to crawl back and tries to get away from the two undead creatures that creep towards her.
The former cleric swings his warhammer towards Lyreis, but the agile elf, despite the disgust of touching the undead creature, moves closer to it, blocks the arm and with a strong hit on the wrist, he disarms it. The warrior sees amazed how the charred hand falls completely from the arm, smoke still rising from the forearm and the wrist. Another Zombie closes in, but Lyreis manages to put the wight’s corpse between them and the claws make a screeching sound on the clerics breastplate.
Around the room more zombies attacks nobles and staff alike. Moltaris sees how one of the doors of the main dance hall burst open and a terrified musician runs panicked while a zombie, it’s flesh black and burnt, but with bright blue eyes, pursue her.
Despite being able to dodge all the attacks the elven warrior knows that he wouldn’t last much longer until one of them connects a hit, and they can swarm him.
Lyreis watches with detached curiosity as the hand falls to the floor, noting automatically the reduced threat and the positioning of the wight in relation to the zombies. Calculating that the risks of continuing to try and evade everything until his companions can get to him the fighter presses the attack. the dagger flashes out twice, both slashes hit the wight and tear into it's unholy flesh but Lyreis notices the weapon doesn't seem to penetrate as easily as it should, suspecting the magical nature of the creature is keeping it alive the battlemaster growls in frustration preparing himself for the next rain of blows coming his way. "Make sure the leader falls, or we could be fighting these things forever! I will keep these ones occupied."
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Meanwhile on the nearby room, Moltaris faith protects her from the spell of the cleric and the young woman that was working with him opens wide her eyes in disbelief. A barrel of some liquid is on the floor between them and the cleric clothes had changed to a breastplate with the tabard of the Silver Flame when he casted the spell against her.
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"How? How indeed... you are here to claim my monster and I cannot allow that."
Moltaris stalks forward and murmurs the word for Death in Quori while miming a violent two-handed slashing motion. Next to the woman, a glowing scythe of deep royal purple appears and slashes her throat. Her face freezes in horror and her cry of terror cannot escape her lips as she collapses to the floor.
The kalashtar nimbly removes the holy symbol from around the neck of the paralyzed priest. She moves towards the commotion that has erupted in the main ballroom, but then stops and does a caressing motion in the air while whispering Cold as the Grave in Quori. A spectral hand appears near the face of her paralyzed foe, stroking his cheek with the touch of the grave.
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Mathilda sees how the face of the vampire transfigures as the bald cleric resist his powers and turns from surprise to sadness when Kyle electrocute the other clerics to their death.
He takes a step towards the cleric, his sword appearing on his hand.
" You dare to come to my house and threaten me and my guests?"
Then Seb'riel magic takes hold and the cleric is paralized.
Lord Thrinderand smiles and for a moment the young rogue sees the predator arisen in the face of her crush. The fangs starting to appear on his midly opened lips. But, making an exercise of force of will he just walk in front of the cleric.
"You come here and accuse me of beign a monster. You bring here your forces and attack me surrounded by innocent people. I could kill you. Now. But I will show you that I am not the monster you think I am. "
He looks over Seb'riel upon the fire and despite the chaos and all the screaming she can hear him
"Release him"
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Seb'riel looks back at him with confusion. "For truth?" She glances around the battlefield. "I think I will hold him for now, so long as his friends threaten mine." She gestures at the remaining clerics near Lyreis who still glows under their magic. "And where is Moltaris? I would know that she is safe." She tightens her grip on the staff.
The eyes of Lord Thrinderand tuns towards the cleric.
"Have you heard her? Put away your minions and she will release you. Then it is you and me. Let see wich one of our convictions is stronger."
Seb cannot see the eyes of the cleric but the paladin nods after seeing the acceptance on the cleric's eyes.
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Seb'riel has obvious disappointment on her face, but she nods and loosens the grip on her staff, allowing her mind to wander and release the spell. The cleric's face is the first part of him to be released as the ice cracks and falls away.
As soon as the ice cracks and the priest is released he yells a power word and a colum of silver fire erupts from Thindrerand's feet and engulfs him. People scream in fear an awe but the vampire jumps towards the cleric, his greatsword over his head, and hits him with a downward cut. The cleric grunts, taking a step back and before Lord Thinderand can do his next swing he hits with his warhammer on the swordman's hand. The sound of breaking bones can be heard, and the cleric laughs anticipating the victory. But the experienced fighter spins following the movement of his, for a second, out of control greatsword. He grabs it with just one hand and complete a full turn, slashing the cleric again who yells in pain and rage.
Mathilda starts to recover herself from the surprise.
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Mathilda watches her friends throw themselves into battle, unsure how to help them. Having only brought a small dagger, she feels badly prepared and curses herself. With a light tug, her pretty dress changes into her normal rogue attire. At least now I can move and run if I have to! She readies her dagger and keeps her eyes on Thrinderand, poised to jump to his aid if necessary. Every muscle in her body is tense and her eyes flick back and forth between the two fighters and the other enemies in her vicinity.
The remaining acolyte runs towards the cleric Lyreis is fighting and touches him, with a prayer on his lips. The elf warrior sees how some of the wounds he had inflicted heal and the determination of the cleric reinforces.
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The elf warrior, seeing that his attackers don’t retaliate immediately adopts a defensive stance, ready to repel any attack.
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Kyne hurries to support Lyreis, shifting his grip on his blade as he moves and bringing it up from below in a smooth arc. Tongues of flame run from the dragonshard focus in the hilt and along the length of the grooved metal, flaring to life as Kyne channels his own power into the weapon. The fire dances and jumps to the acolyte standing besides the priest as Daedagnir hits home, searing a line of burning flesh.
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Hurosk snorts at the cleric's statement. "Best way that you can help is kick rocks, bub!" He glances over to the cleric he brought down and moves the aura to his new target. As he takes a couple of steps closer to the wall of fire he stabs twice with the knife. The first is well-placed, driving the blade into their leg attempting to hamstring the overzealous cleric. However, the second misses wide as his target reacts to the first strike. "Take that as your warning!"
Both warriors prove their skills as the attackers fall under their attacks.
Kyne´s sword cleaves the cleric´s armour and the fire feasts on his flesh. The other one is also engulfed by the fire and both bodies drop to the ground, filling the room with the stench of burnt skin.
Hurosk cleaves the knive on the man´s leg, severing the femoral. The dagger the cleric had hidden on his othher hand, probably to stab Hurosk if he would have let his guard down, falls to the floor.
"You and all yor filthy kin are going to burn in hell" replies to the half-orc as he grabs the dagger and throws it at Hurosk, but the shoot goes wild and the weapon flies direct towards one of the noble woman the ranger was close to, who is too scare to even yell. But Hurok´s reflexes quick in and he grabs the dagger in the air. The woman looks at it,then to the half-orc and then faints to the floor.
Meanwhile, on the other ball room Moltaris keep hearing the conmotion.
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"I don't have time to wait for you," Moltaris intones to the paralyzed priest. She steps back and watches his eyes dilate with fear as her hand slowly approaches his face. "This is a better death than you probably deserve," she whispers before wracking his form with a heavy pulse of life-sucking energy. His eyes go blank and she releases Hold Person, but has already turned to run for the ballroom before his body hits the floor.
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Seeing his allies being decimated by the party, the bald cleric roars in defiance and with a powerful kick he makes Lord Thinderand take a step back.
The cleric’s eyes are injected in blood, his gaze is more terrifying to Mathilda that the hungry looking vampire of the tower.
”It doesn’t matter how many minions you have. The True and Only Faith is with me. Hear me thou who believe in the Sacred Flame. Hear me and obey my command. Your service to the Church is yet not ended. Come to my aid now and help me purge this abomination!!”
At the cleric’s words silver flames start to appear surrounding him, expanding in a spiral that becomes bigger and bigger until the silver fire engulfs all the ball room and all who are on it. Screams of pain and fear can be heard all around the party.
Funny enough none of them seems to be affected by the fire, but most of the fleeing bystanders and one of the two bodyguards of Kyne’s friend are.
Their flesh burn and they fall to the ground, screaming in pain as the silver fire burns them, silver flames erupting from their mouths and eyes, and the bodies fall to ground.
For a few seconds all look around stunned for what the cleric, who is down to one knee and has his eyes closed, has just done. Then one of the arms of one of the dead clerics moves, then the leg of another. Little by little all the dead, the ones that the party had killed and the ones that had just been killed, start to rise again, a flickering silver flame burning in their eyes.
The cleric stands with a madness grin on his lips.
“She was right “ he chuckles maniacally “those devout enough to the Church will sacrifice and serve it even after dead. Now you and your minions will meet your doom...” and he raises his weapon again against and horrorized vampire.
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A little taken aback by the sudden appearance of the zombies, Seb'riel barely moves as the first one closes on her and lashes out with its dead hands. She brushes off the small blow though and reflexively lets loose an intense burst of lightening from her fingers. The zombies close to her are blown apart into small pieces of gore, a third a little further away steps aside from the worst of the blow but is still caught heavily by the blast, losing a lot of the flesh that is already falling off of its form.
Seb runs forwards towards the flames and her brother, taking a moment to call out to Thinderand: "Your pride did this; if you had allowed me to hold him, those people would still be alive. You claim to benevolently protect them, yet you left them in danger so that you could fight a man yourself. rather than accept my help and wisdom. I hope you survive to think on that."
The vampire only growls back at the wizard´s words as he takes a couple of blows from the resurrected clerics that pinzer him.
"You mad! What have you done?!" he says to the cleric who just laughs histerically.
He raises his sword but then the screams begin.
One of the zombies creeps toward one of the felling nobles and its claws open the man's throat clean.
The former bodyguard of the young lady that was Kyne's partner jumps over her before the other one can react and bites her in the neck,blood spilling and splashing the face of the other bodyguard.
Another zombie cleaves through the stomach of a woman and she falls to the ground, dead, her eyes still open.
One more undead bites the arm of another dancer and he screams in pain and terror. A former musician falls over one of her companions and literally behead him ripping the neck with its claws.
Lyreis is able to dodge the attack of one of the now undead clerics that surround him.
Seeing all this chaos and death, Lord Thindrerand can´t react he only looks around and turns towards the zelaous cleric.
"You are going to pay for this! " he reaches out trying to choke him,but the crazy cleric interposes his mace.
Behind them, Mathilda tries to compose herself.
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Mathilda barely notices the commotion around her as she watches the two corpses rise. With horror, she sees turn towards Thrinderand. Screams erupt from beynod the flames, but she cannot make out what is going on. Fighting through her fear, she dodges around Thrinderand and comes at one of the risen creatures with her dagger, stabbing it right in the neck. The wound gashes, but no blood pours out and Mathilda recoils. What are these things? Is there no end to this nightmare?
Another zombie goes after one of the noble women who was near Hurosk but in her panick she manages to crawl back and tries to get away from the two undead creatures that creep towards her.
The former cleric swings his warhammer towards Lyreis, but the agile elf, despite the disgust of touching the undead creature, moves closer to it, blocks the arm and with a strong hit on the wrist, he disarms it. The warrior sees amazed how the charred hand falls completely from the arm, smoke still rising from the forearm and the wrist. Another Zombie closes in, but Lyreis manages to put the wight’s corpse between them and the claws make a screeching sound on the clerics breastplate.
Around the room more zombies attacks nobles and staff alike. Moltaris sees how one of the doors of the main dance hall burst open and a terrified musician runs panicked while a zombie, it’s flesh black and burnt, but with bright blue eyes, pursue her.
Despite being able to dodge all the attacks the elven warrior knows that he wouldn’t last much longer until one of them connects a hit, and they can swarm him.
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Lyreis watches with detached curiosity as the hand falls to the floor, noting automatically the reduced threat and the positioning of the wight in relation to the zombies. Calculating that the risks of continuing to try and evade everything until his companions can get to him the fighter presses the attack. the dagger flashes out twice, both slashes hit the wight and tear into it's unholy flesh but Lyreis notices the weapon doesn't seem to penetrate as easily as it should, suspecting the magical nature of the creature is keeping it alive the battlemaster growls in frustration preparing himself for the next rain of blows coming his way. "Make sure the leader falls, or we could be fighting these things forever! I will keep these ones occupied."
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