Act 7 - No Shortage of Peril
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Secret Laboratory: Round 1
Dreams holds still, scanning the room for a sign of the crepitus, planning on attacking it with the power of the gods when it strikes.
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Secret Laboratory: Round 1
Braedon moves between Torias and the octagonal wall while drawing his bow. Drawing back an arrow, he takes aim and fires at the massive armored golem.
Number Two: "You are number six."
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Number Two: "Muh ha ha ha ha!"
Number Six: "I am not a number, I am a free man!"
Number Two: "Muh ha ha ha ha!"
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Secret Laboratory: Round 2
Braedon doesn't wait, he moves into the room slipping past Torias and behind a table. With an extra strong pull he fires an arrow into the center mass of the golem. It doesn't seem to react or care that the arrow burried itself up to the fletching, but that had to hurt it.
The thrull golem, now fully active turns on the nearest real foe -- Drak. It lifts its hooked hands up and slams one down at Drak. Drak tries to dodge but is caught by a hook, it rips his clothing and armor and scratches his flesh underneath pretty good. Then as he's recovering he takes the second hook, in a backhand, across the belly that opens a massive and rather serious wound over his abdomen. He's already bleeding and in bad shape from those two swings.
Celevan, Drak, Torias...
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Secret Laboratory: Round 2
Celevan pauses where he is and uses some of his diminishing magical power to hasten everyone in their attacks. For as long as that power lasts, he might be more useful casting spells than a simply attacking with his morningstar.
The hound archon, temporarily deprived of an enemy. turns instead on the golem, hoping that it's claws will pierce the creature's tough exterior.
The hound archon, temporarily deprived of an enemy. turns instead on the golem, hoping that it's claws will pierce the creature's tough exterior.
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Re: Act 7 - No Shortage of Peril
Torias mentally instructs his spiritual ally to attack the crepitus as soon as he appears. Then he adjusts the glasses dangling on his nose, steps forward and slashes at the golem with his magical axe.
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Re: Act 7 - No Shortage of Peril
Drak is in a tough situation. But to retreat now could very well put him in an even worse situation. So he laughs. "I've *cough* got you right where *cough* I want you." Blood dripping from his wounds, Drak plants his feat and attempts to rip apart the golem. Drak then stumbles back in pain, trying to put a little bit of distance between him and the Golem.
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Secret Laboratory: Round 2
Drak, badly hurt, stays in, perhaps counting on the others to keep him alive. Flanking with the Spirit Ally he manages a quick few bites and claws. Each one lands, each one barely harming it. Perhaps a death by a thousand cuts will win the day.
Torias orders his ally to be ready for the reappearance of the Cepitus, and so it delays as he himself moves up and hacks into the Thrull Golem. His first swing, speedily misses, but his second connects with its leg and opens a nice sized gash along it where black fluids spill out onto the floor. It seems to be weakening.
Then the Cerepitus appears, its flying near the ceiling, its feet about 15 feet in the air, its head nearly 20 feet up. The body of the creature begins to glow bright red with a heat coming off it. Cackling a powerful dispel washes over the company and the speed and haste you felt is gone! "You die you die now!"
Torias' Spirit leaps into the air, flying itself, and swings its axe of force into the wing of the devil connecting, ever so lightly, barely grazing the Crepitus's flesh. Still, it hit!
Dreams, who had delayed around, and Braedon....
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
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J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Secret Laboratory: Round 2
Dreams drops her sword at her feet and draws her bow. As she aims, she calls out, "Junil and Lugus, guide my hand!" then looses an arrow suffused with divine power at the devil.
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Secret Laboratory: Round 2
Braedon...
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
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J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Secret Laboratory: Round 2
The sensation of Celevan's haste spell are gone nearly as soon as it arrived. Braedon turns his attention to the now visible winged demon. He draws his first of three arrows, sets it and draws back slightly more than normal. The ranger is willing to sacrifice a bit of aim for a bit more punch.
Number Two: "You are number six."
Number Six: "I am not a number, I am a free man!"
Number Two: "Muh ha ha ha ha!"
Number Six: "I am not a number, I am a free man!"
Number Two: "Muh ha ha ha ha!"