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The Darakan Chronicles, Part 2

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Jesset murmurs a spell to armor herself as she lifts her sword from the ground beside her. No time for more spellcasting - looks like it's sword-work tonight!.

 

With silent menace she calls Garr to leap upon the back of the man flanking her... As if I could ever be undefended with YOU near, my throat-crusher!

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Robert counts the odds and quickly sends a shaft toward one of the two figures moving toward Jesset, then ducks low, flips the hood of his cloak of invisibility up and runs a few feet to the side, giving him a better angle for his next shot, which will be aimed at the creature facing Mykayla.

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It takes several moments for Cuchulainn to realize the gravatiy of the situation. As his assailent approaches, Cuchulian raises his staff in defence. Then, as an after thought, he focuses every iota of his body and fills the camp with the light of day.

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Waking from her trance Mykayla curses softly in elven to herself, then another softly spoken word, this time arcane in nature, is spoken. And suddenly where Mykayla was, the is now a small dragonette, much in looks to Adia, with a flap of wings the tiny creature takes flight.

 

LT

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The sounds of battle joined disrupt the cool night air as the Companions are attacked.

 

Stern bellows out a warning and charges one of the figures moving towards Mykayla. Karamor swings in a deadly arc, it's ancient rune-worked blade humming. The figure crouches and turns to meet his attack. A slender black blade slices through the night air, barely turning the attack in time. The creature chuckles and keeps turning, swinging around in a full circle and stabbing in with a dagger. Fortunately for Stern, the dagger is turned by the enchantments laid upon his armor. His eyes widen as he sees some sort of venom smeared upon the dagger's blade. Narrowing his eyes, he readies himself for the next attack.

 

Words of power encase Jesset in a shell of force just in time as another black blade narrowly misses the prone skoli. Rolling to her feet, she is spared again as her opponent's dagger punches the air where she once stood.

 

No growl escapes her faithful familiar, Garr as he leaps at the back of Jesset's opponent. Unfortunately, his jaws snap shut as the creature whirls to the side, evading the attack. Now faced with two opponents he grips his weapons and nods to Jesset as if to antagonize her further.

 

Robert's arrow flies towards one of the creatures menacing his love. With a cry of agony, the creature tumbles and lands face first in the ground, an arrow embedded in it's neck. Weakly, the creature turns over and pulls the arrow out, groping into a pouch at it's side and pulling forth a vial filled with some kind of liquid.

 

Mykayla's assailant is startled as a small dragonet wings it's way away from the combat. Spinning around, he turns just in time as another hound leaps towards him. Hammer's jaws close about the creature's outstretched hand, but release with an involuntary yelp of pain as another ebony blade sinks into the poor dog's ribs. With a shudder, she collapses at the feet of her foe...

 

Before, life has seemed easy for the Companions... but these foes are the most formidable they have ever seen... the firelight illuminates the scene in shocking clarity as another bolt of lightning slams into an unseen foe lurking in the woods. From his vantage point, Eldon is the only one to see the lightning bolt dissipate harmlessly. His foe, the enemy spellcaster looks up and his red eyes narrow as he begins to weave another spell...

 

But... perhaps Fate has a soft spot in her heart for these Companions, for it is Cuchullain's after-thought which has the most startling results. As the pure golden glow of the morning sun dawns in his eyes and daylight leaks from his pores, the night is pushed back... the attacker racing towards the Islander cleric stops sudeenly, not more than a swordlength away. With a scream of pure terror, he flinches as his armor and clothing begins to smolder. His black blade begins to bubble and dissolve and the dagger in his hand falls from twitching fingers as the figure covers his eyes and reels back, stunned. He is not the only one affected as the light streams forth. All of the creatures reel and flinch back from the pure, golden light.

 

Unaffected by the golden light, Warrick steps up behind the fallen foe, his rapier piercing the creature's heart. With a shudder, the creature drops. With a wink at Jesset, he once again draws his hood up and disappears from sight.

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Jesset, seeing the Daylight mark an unstoppable turn in the tide permits no further delay for weaving more intricate defenses. Instead, she lunges hard to one side and pulls Saeowyn backhand in hopes of hauling the cleaving mass of the huge sword into her opponent from an unexpected direction.

 

The move, of course, does not fool her dog for a moment as he continues his assault from the flank!

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As the campsite becomes alive with Cuchulainn's sunlight, the mighty Aegis glances to his flank searching for Mykayla's form but only sees her familair. Breathing a quick sigh of relief, Stern scans the chaotic battle scene. She has not fallen, she must be close by... But the giant paladin's relief is only temporary for lying near by is Hammer wounded and unmoving...

 

Hammer! No No No!

 

Stern turns his attention back to the sunlit attacker before him and, thinking his faithful wardog slain, unleashes a terrifying fury upon the enemy. As it is drawn back, Karamor crackles and buzzes with magical energy ready to rend enemy flesh and bone once more. Then, lunging forward, Stern's huge armored frame crashes down upon the prone attacker. The young paladin's massive two-handed blade slashes downward in a deadly arc. Sword and man seem one. Once, then twice, the mighty Aegis chops down on his opponent as he calls upon St. Marcus for swift retribution.

 

"BY THA POWER O' ST. MARCUS I SLAY THEE!"

 

SK

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Robert's arrow flies towards one of the creatures menacing his love. With a cry of agony, the creature tumbles and lands face first in the ground, an arrow embedded in it's neck.

 

Yes! Who else needs help ...

 

Robert sees the sable-clad assassin relax and a split-seconds confusion is resolved by the sight of Hammer's motionless body. Without waiting to see if the figure is attempting to finish the dog off, he becomes the target for 2 shots in rapid succession.

 

Once they are loosed, the ranger again slips a few feet sideways, trying to avoid anyone watching his shafts appear and targetting the area.

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--Begin--

 

The tiny Wizard narrows his eyes, both in determination of defeating his chosen foe, and the sudden brilliance of light in the night. With a motion, Eldon floats higher into the air, his clothing floating around him as he cups his hands together. The Wizard begins speaking softly, his words of power helping to gather Blue fireflies of light that dance between his fingers and his palms. Gathering energy before he unleashes it to his foe, the spellcaster. Elven-taught members of the Companions know of this common spell of magicked missiles landing unerringly upon their foe.

 

What good it will do will soon be discovered, for a creature that could easily resist a bolt of lightning could resist this spell, as well.

 

--End--

 

--LSH

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Weaving back into the pattern of invisibility, Warrick grimly enjoys his opponent's fall. Tightening cloak and limbs, he springs off into the now brightened night in search of the enemy spellcaster. He tries to follow the attention and spell directed by their unanticipated ally to determine the enemy spellcaster's position.

 

Once identified, Warrick flanks, approaches silently, and readies his deadly blade aiming between the elf's shoulder blades, hoping for a paralyzing stroke.

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From her new advatage above the field of battle Mykayla can see the strange mage with the red eyes and watch as the halfling's lighting bolt fails to hit. Must be some sort of magic resistace she thinks as the spell disspates when it hits, and not in front of the creature like it wouold if it had struck a protective spell. Seeing the mage starting another spell she calls out to Adia Adia! The man with the red eyes, disrupt his spell! As she also begins a diving attack on the being. Even if the venom doesn't work a scratch or two and some flapping wings in the face will disrupt his spell, I hope

LT

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"Jesset o' the Stairs" as she is sometimes called, rolls hard to her left and Saeowyn sings in her hand as it is drawn from it's sheath. Her attacker, eyes streaming tears, turns at the noise, as the blade's edge slices into him. Blood froths from his lips as he sinks to the ground. Garr silently moves in and makes sure this enemy will not rise again.

 

Stern bellows in anger and fear for his friend. Quickly and methodically his blade hacks twice into his stunned opponent. A fine red mist fills the air as he draws his blade back up. A pitiful whine can be heard as Hammer's eyes roll toward her master's voice. Her chest rises and falls like the bellows of a forge, each breath obviously agonizing. Still, her tail thumps hard on the ground as she meets the eyes of the human she loves.

 

Robert's deadly shafts fly across the camp, striking true at another stumbling figure near Jesset. With a gasp, the second opponent facing Jesset falls forward, unmoving.

 

Eldon quickly weaves his words of power and tiny glowing fireflies streak from his outstretched hand, darting and zipping their way through the trees the magical missles slam into the creature, disrupting it's spell.

 

Roaring in pain and pulling free of it's voluminous cloak, the spellcaster leaps into the night sky, it's plans for finesse forgotten in unholy rage. Just in time as well, as Warrick materializes half a second too late, his rapier skewering empty air. Clearly illuminated for the first time, it is a frightening sight. Black scaley skin covers this elven frame, it's long white hair and red eyes leaving no doubt in the minds of some as to it's dark elven parentage. But it's curving horns, large black wings and lashing stinger-tipped tail hint at some other, darker, heritage. Bursting forth from the cover of trees it gains altitude quickly, searching for the little creature who has hurt it so.

 

Mykayla calls to her familiar and together they streak up and after their foe. The two little pseudodragons confound the creature as it tries to swat at one and then the other. Hopefully, their brave maneuver will buy the companions some time to mount an effective counterattack.

 

The Islander priest, so far from his home, holds his hand high in benediction and calls out to his goddess. All the companions still on the ground feel her strength and love flowing into them.

 

... but will it be enough?

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Through gritted white teeth, the Aegis Paladin of Rockfist scans the battle field in search of more ebony skinned assassins. Still enraged, the giant knight draws upon the power of St. Marcus to smite any remaining enemies he can find. Though some have been slain, the raging paladin looks for more to rain death down upon...

 

Black skinned elves? What trickery is this!

 

"COME YE BLACK SKINNED DEVILS, COME ON THEN!"

 

Stern spins around, his massive blade held high, looking for any sign of the dark enemy. Karamor, its sentient life force pulsing and humming, is ready and waiting for another opportunity to attack any who oppose the will of its wielder.

 

Stern sees Cuchulainn kneeling at Hammer's side and moves to join the sun priest. Placing his hand on Cuchulainn's armored shoulder, Stern whispers...

 

"Does she live priest?"

 

Before Cuchulainn can answer, Stern kneels at Hammer's side in the dirt and, removing his armored gaunlets, lays his hands on the dog's side letting his divine powers flow from his body and into her.

 

Poison! She's been poisoned!

 

SK

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