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Children of the Dead
- Thread starter Elven Lord
- Start date
I'm extending the deadline to tomorrow morning in light of the request for a position map. I'll start doing these every narration. Go ahead and continue the game now. Next narration will be tomorrow morning. @TheAverageFan @Tornado
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Omylia points to the children.
"Ey, mou guhys! Waff ow! Iffs ha kits! Ve harful!"
She HURLS HER CAMERA at Guilty
NARRATION
Nelson's lunge catches Guilty in the middle of enjoying his bit of peace and quiet. They both go down in a pile of flailing arms and legs. Nelson finds that his fists pass straight through the necroflux as though the dark energy is having a difficult time distinguishing the two family members. Guilty spits teeth and blood as he wrestles to get his descendant off him.
"Bah! Humbug!" Guilty spits through a shattered mouth. "Minions! Assist me!"
Lorca finds she made the right move. Ghouls explode from the tree line to her left, closing the distance to their imperiled master in seconds. Slower undead follow behind, emerging from the trees in every direction. Lorca's reinforced claws slash through the first two to reach Guilty, but quickly finds herself cut off from him by the three behind it. The last one in the group grabs Nelson by the scruff and attempts to pull him off Guilty.
The ghoul is successful in lifting him a couple of feet, just enough room for Omylia, who continues to surprise everyone with her inventiveness, to throw her camera at Guilty's head. The metal equipment bounces off the Lich's head with a sickening THUNK, then, as it whirls through the air CLICK.
"Hey kid!" Guilty says in a cheerful if whistling voice (for lack of teeth), "It's our first family photo!"
Sir Kae's salve does little on its own. Much of it gets washed away by the blood pouring from that head wound. Just as the knight's vision begins to cloud at the edges, Spraque's healing light reaches him. The remaining salve glows hot; it feels like a branding iron pressed hard against his head. When it subsides, Sir Kae's vision clears, but he's lost a lot of blood and the wound still oozes slowly (faint/minor injury).
With iron resolve he forces himself to his feet and follows the thrumming of the feather toward the monolith.
Spraque, seeing that Kae is back on his feet, at least partially steady, dashes toward his friends engaged with the lich, willing Forsyth's light to follow him. It does. Lorca, Omylia, and Nelson feel stronger, like their blows will land harder, like they can walkoff a minor injury. Then the dome fades, but the blessing remains (1 round).
SUSPENSE
Nelson's lunge catches Guilty in the middle of enjoying his bit of peace and quiet. They both go down in a pile of flailing arms and legs. Nelson finds that his fists pass straight through the necroflux as though the dark energy is having a difficult time distinguishing the two family members. Guilty spits teeth and blood as he wrestles to get his descendant off him.
"Bah! Humbug!" Guilty spits through a shattered mouth. "Minions! Assist me!"
Lorca finds she made the right move. Ghouls explode from the tree line to her left, closing the distance to their imperiled master in seconds. Slower undead follow behind, emerging from the trees in every direction. Lorca's reinforced claws slash through the first two to reach Guilty, but quickly finds herself cut off from him by the three behind it. The last one in the group grabs Nelson by the scruff and attempts to pull him off Guilty.
The ghoul is successful in lifting him a couple of feet, just enough room for Omylia, who continues to surprise everyone with her inventiveness, to throw her camera at Guilty's head. The metal equipment bounces off the Lich's head with a sickening THUNK, then, as it whirls through the air CLICK.
"Hey kid!" Guilty says in a cheerful if whistling voice (for lack of teeth), "It's our first family photo!"
Sir Kae's salve does little on its own. Much of it gets washed away by the blood pouring from that head wound. Just as the knight's vision begins to cloud at the edges, Spraque's healing light reaches him. The remaining salve glows hot; it feels like a branding iron pressed hard against his head. When it subsides, Sir Kae's vision clears, but he's lost a lot of blood and the wound still oozes slowly (faint/minor injury).
With iron resolve he forces himself to his feet and follows the thrumming of the feather toward the monolith.
Spraque, seeing that Kae is back on his feet, at least partially steady, dashes toward his friends engaged with the lich, willing Forsyth's light to follow him. It does. Lorca, Omylia, and Nelson feel stronger, like their blows will land harder, like they can walkoff a minor injury. Then the dome fades, but the blessing remains (1 round).
SUSPENSE
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DestroyerHive
Member
As the second ghoul falls off of her bladed claw, she feels a surge of power rush through her, brought about by the arrival of the green-robed human. Suddenly she feels... strong. Powerful. As if her attack raised from 3 to 5.
Protect the kyrie... I must protect the kyrie... she thinks to herself. No... I want to kill... kill them all! She shoots toward the group of three undead, her tail (body?) muscles propelling her farther than she had ever done before. Strength surging through her veins, she forgets all pretense of defense and goes for their throats with snapping jaws and stabbing claws.
Protect the kyrie... I must protect the kyrie... she thinks to herself. No... I want to kill... kill them all! She shoots toward the group of three undead, her tail (body?) muscles propelling her farther than she had ever done before. Strength surging through her veins, she forgets all pretense of defense and goes for their throats with snapping jaws and stabbing claws.
Tornado
Fan Fiction Prompt Master
"O Great Forsyth,
Light in the shadow,
Beacon upon the stormy sea,
Let the darkness of the lost be scattered,
Let the wicked falter before Your truth."
Sprague summons FORSYTH'S FURY. A sizzling, searing spotlight from above slams into a concentrated gaggle of undead.
BLESSING
Light in the shadow,
Beacon upon the stormy sea,
Let the darkness of the lost be scattered,
Let the wicked falter before Your truth."
Sprague summons FORSYTH'S FURY. A sizzling, searing spotlight from above slams into a concentrated gaggle of undead.
BLESSING
"Good show, all!" Taking a drink from his waterbag, Sir Kae says: "It's a good thing I have Iron Resolve. This Dwarven elixir is divine. You may all have some when we are through here. If you need any help, just sing out!" Refreshed, he PLACES THE QUIVERING FEATHER INTO ITS CHAMBER AND DIVES AND ROLLS AWAY.
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NARRATION
The noise of battle in the clearing rises to a cacophony as dead pour into it from every side. Marilli quickly snatches up Eliren's still convulsing form and charges across the clearing toward the monolith, aiming to place the party between her and Eliren and the army of the dead.
The moans of the lost and corrupted souls seem to sear through flesh and bone, their voices rising in a simple unspoken cry for blood.
The ghouls defending the lich leave off Nelson, except for one and turn to face Lorca. Whipcord bodies and long claws are somewhat of a match for the venoc's speed and skill. One goes down under her initial assault, but a second catches her reinforced talons on an ancient sword and parries hard to the side, pulling her arms with it and forcing her to expose the long side of her underbelly. A third ghoul takes the opportunity to slash at the exposed flesh. The resulting wound is a mortal one for a normal person, but Lorca's thick scales prevent the claws from penetrating too deeply. The wound bleeds, but is otherwise minor.
She retaliates, severing the ghoul's aortic artery and lunging at the one that parried, bleeding steadily from the shallow wound in her underbelly. Her lunge is interrupted by a sharp burning sensation at the site of the wound. She recognizes it from her countless other engagements as the early signs of infection, yet somehow worse.
The dead close in on the party members around the lich, mumbling eagerly as though anticipating a buffet and waving decayed weapons. Since the party is mostly gathered in one place but for the wounded knight, they largely converge, jostling each other for a chance at a meal. A strange circle forms in the heavens near the position of the sun, a perfect circular break in the clouds. The concentrated rays of the sun, magically enhanced to a deep gold glow, descends suddenly with violent force. It cuts through the dead army from the top down and shatters the earth on contact. All dead caught in the beam regardless of curse level barely have time to scream before evaporating from existence. Great chunks of Earth fly outward from the impact site smashing and rolling through the dead. Broken limbs and archs of dusty blood fly through the air to coat neighboring trees.
It takes Sprague a moment to realize the devastation didn't reach the party, though by all rights it should have. Just then an aftershock shakes the clearing and Sprague and Omylia are tossed to the ground with force. Nelson goes down a moment later, only the force of the aftershock actually helped him. Somehow it propelled the ghoul in his grip more forcefully. He fell forward, hurling the ghoul into his ancestor. Ghoul and lich tumbled across the clearing to the far left (of the map I showed you in the last one).
Sir Kae too was unharmed. He just managed to get the feather into the monolith and begin to roll away when the ground shook. He'd thrown himself off balance in a controlled way and lowered his center of mass, allowing him to roll several feet from the monolith.
Guilty's eyes were on the structure, wide with fear. The great obsidian monolith glowed fiercely for a moment revealing a number of long, thin threads of magic connecting the monolith to the lich.
One of these suddenly snapped, and the Lich screamed.
Guilty wrestled to get the ghoul off him, but is otherwise interrupted this round.
His army lies in a shattered ruin scattered across the clearing. A few dead remain on their feet gawking in confusion, but the bulk was destroyed by the power of Forsyth. The light fades and the circle in the sky dissolves into natural clouds once again.
SUSPENSE
The noise of battle in the clearing rises to a cacophony as dead pour into it from every side. Marilli quickly snatches up Eliren's still convulsing form and charges across the clearing toward the monolith, aiming to place the party between her and Eliren and the army of the dead.
The moans of the lost and corrupted souls seem to sear through flesh and bone, their voices rising in a simple unspoken cry for blood.
The ghouls defending the lich leave off Nelson, except for one and turn to face Lorca. Whipcord bodies and long claws are somewhat of a match for the venoc's speed and skill. One goes down under her initial assault, but a second catches her reinforced talons on an ancient sword and parries hard to the side, pulling her arms with it and forcing her to expose the long side of her underbelly. A third ghoul takes the opportunity to slash at the exposed flesh. The resulting wound is a mortal one for a normal person, but Lorca's thick scales prevent the claws from penetrating too deeply. The wound bleeds, but is otherwise minor.
She retaliates, severing the ghoul's aortic artery and lunging at the one that parried, bleeding steadily from the shallow wound in her underbelly. Her lunge is interrupted by a sharp burning sensation at the site of the wound. She recognizes it from her countless other engagements as the early signs of infection, yet somehow worse.
The dead close in on the party members around the lich, mumbling eagerly as though anticipating a buffet and waving decayed weapons. Since the party is mostly gathered in one place but for the wounded knight, they largely converge, jostling each other for a chance at a meal. A strange circle forms in the heavens near the position of the sun, a perfect circular break in the clouds. The concentrated rays of the sun, magically enhanced to a deep gold glow, descends suddenly with violent force. It cuts through the dead army from the top down and shatters the earth on contact. All dead caught in the beam regardless of curse level barely have time to scream before evaporating from existence. Great chunks of Earth fly outward from the impact site smashing and rolling through the dead. Broken limbs and archs of dusty blood fly through the air to coat neighboring trees.
It takes Sprague a moment to realize the devastation didn't reach the party, though by all rights it should have. Just then an aftershock shakes the clearing and Sprague and Omylia are tossed to the ground with force. Nelson goes down a moment later, only the force of the aftershock actually helped him. Somehow it propelled the ghoul in his grip more forcefully. He fell forward, hurling the ghoul into his ancestor. Ghoul and lich tumbled across the clearing to the far left (of the map I showed you in the last one).
Sir Kae too was unharmed. He just managed to get the feather into the monolith and begin to roll away when the ground shook. He'd thrown himself off balance in a controlled way and lowered his center of mass, allowing him to roll several feet from the monolith.
Guilty's eyes were on the structure, wide with fear. The great obsidian monolith glowed fiercely for a moment revealing a number of long, thin threads of magic connecting the monolith to the lich.
One of these suddenly snapped, and the Lich screamed.
Guilty wrestled to get the ghoul off him, but is otherwise interrupted this round.
His army lies in a shattered ruin scattered across the clearing. A few dead remain on their feet gawking in confusion, but the bulk was destroyed by the power of Forsyth. The light fades and the circle in the sky dissolves into natural clouds once again.
SUSPENSE
DestroyerHive
Member
Lorca stares at the devastation, stunned. So much happened so quickly. The haze of battle fury clouds her senses, but she recalls taking a significant hit and seeing a blinding light inflict mass destruction on the enemies. Most importantly, she notices that the lich had been displaced and appears to be out of the action for some time. This pause gives her time to think, and suddenly, a clear goal emerges in her mind: That armored human put something in the monolith and severed a cord of magical energy. Maybe this odd coin can produce the same effect... Surely it's not coincidence that this secret compartment in my weapon reveals itself now?
Ignoring the dull pain in her underbelly, she takes the opportunity to charge at the monolith, searching for an indent in which to place her coin.
Ignoring the dull pain in her underbelly, she takes the opportunity to charge at the monolith, searching for an indent in which to place her coin.
HolyDiver
Well-known member
Nelson was all but ignorant of the devastation around him. All he knew was that his accursed ancestor was screaming and struggling and wrestling with his own ghoul and that made young Nelson McCreech smile. Out of his pocket, Nelson pulls a small, smooth stone, carved with runes. An old souvenir from Guilty's wine cellar. Perhaps it's just the light of Forsyth illuminating the room, but the runes on the stone seem to be glowing.
"KAE!" He shouts. "Maybe this will have the same effect as that feather of yours!" He tosses the stone towards Sir Kae, then turns to Guilty. Nelson's eyes darken, looking down at the pitiful 'lawman' at his feet. "I've got unfinished business." He stomps on Guilty's face.
"KAE!" He shouts. "Maybe this will have the same effect as that feather of yours!" He tosses the stone towards Sir Kae, then turns to Guilty. Nelson's eyes darken, looking down at the pitiful 'lawman' at his feet. "I've got unfinished business." He stomps on Guilty's face.
"Guilty is stunned. Now is the time to strike!"
Omylia races over to snatch up her camera. She points it and CASTS MAGIC MISSILE SPELL against the remaining weaker ghouls. She intends to ensure the others have no interference
"Press the advantage, guys! Finish him!"
NARRATION
Little lies between Lorca and her goal. Rapidly, she slithers over the ground toward the monolith. Gradually, the ringing in her ears from Forsyth's fury fades. A dull ache in her belly intensifies as she nears the monolith. The blood from the wound in her belly turns black, and black lines appear, radiating outward from where her skin was broken. The wound boils and oozes green puss as the cursed infection festers and spreads quickly through her streamlined circulatory system. Her strength begins to fail mere feet from the monolith. Her minor wound advances to serious.
Nelson, who's had plenty of experience skipping rocks, tosses the coin deftly to Sir Kae without having to put much effort behind the action. His foot in his ancestor's face is satisfying but short-lived.
Guilty, who, up to this point seemed to be having fun with the whole rigmarole, suddenly scowls. The cheerful facade falling as though it never had a place on that blocky face. "Now that's just insulting boy. Didn't yer mama ever teach you to respect yer elders? Yer papa? NO?" Guilty is suddenly on his feet, squaring up to his descendant, "Gis I'll have to do it, bein' yer grandpappy and all. Ever had a right proper beatin'?"
Cords of necroflux shoot from Guilty's feet, wrap around Nelson's ankles and yank HARD. It's like the ground is pulled out from under Nelson's feet, and the back of his head slams into the ground with a CRACK! his hat flying off and rolling away.
Nelson finds he can lift his head, but it's an extremely painful experience. His vision begins to cloud. Something that feels like rain runs down the back of his head and his hair feels sticky. He knows, right away, that this wound is serious.
Guilty regards his handiwork, the leer back on his face and shakes his head as though pitying an idiot child. He is so consumed with the interaction with his descendant that he seems completely ignorant of the rest of the party.
The stone flies toward Sir Kae. His head is foggy, and he knows he'll need to get his wound checked out and soon. The stone falls just short of his hand, and his vision swims as he snatches it up. A couple of the dead of Calborn stumble toward him then suddenly topple over, green arrows of energy shattering their heads (Omylia). Stumbling, he makes it to the monolith, finds it's spot by feel and slides it in. He leans against the stone for support, fearing the worst, before his vision graciously clears and he gets a second wind.
The monolith glows again in response to the key, the lines of dark energy reveal themselves again, and another snaps. Guilty, who was poised to kick his fallen descendant in the ribs, suddenly doubles over and vomits foul smelling fluid on the ground.
As the cord of energy breaks, Eliren's spasms lessen. His cries simmer down to moans.
Omylia's attack doesn't have very many targets. Several go down under the barrage, and the rest retreat into the woods.
Sprague, who was already fairly close to the monolith, reaches it quickly. At first he doesn't see a place for his choker, but it's a matter of a few seconds of scrabbling grass, detritus and dirt aside to find it. He places it in the monolith. Another connection snaps and Guilty sinks to his knees, throwing his head back and howling at the sky.
Eliren's breathing evens out. His body still twitches occasionally as the necroflux fights to maintain its presence in the clearing, but he doesn't seem to be in agony anymore.
Marilli searches Eliren's pockets and pack for something with a rune on it, but comes up empty-handed. "Guys! We need to get more of these in there! The effect of the necromantic power is lessening for Eliren every time!"
SUSPENSE
Little lies between Lorca and her goal. Rapidly, she slithers over the ground toward the monolith. Gradually, the ringing in her ears from Forsyth's fury fades. A dull ache in her belly intensifies as she nears the monolith. The blood from the wound in her belly turns black, and black lines appear, radiating outward from where her skin was broken. The wound boils and oozes green puss as the cursed infection festers and spreads quickly through her streamlined circulatory system. Her strength begins to fail mere feet from the monolith. Her minor wound advances to serious.
Nelson, who's had plenty of experience skipping rocks, tosses the coin deftly to Sir Kae without having to put much effort behind the action. His foot in his ancestor's face is satisfying but short-lived.
Guilty, who, up to this point seemed to be having fun with the whole rigmarole, suddenly scowls. The cheerful facade falling as though it never had a place on that blocky face. "Now that's just insulting boy. Didn't yer mama ever teach you to respect yer elders? Yer papa? NO?" Guilty is suddenly on his feet, squaring up to his descendant, "Gis I'll have to do it, bein' yer grandpappy and all. Ever had a right proper beatin'?"
Cords of necroflux shoot from Guilty's feet, wrap around Nelson's ankles and yank HARD. It's like the ground is pulled out from under Nelson's feet, and the back of his head slams into the ground with a CRACK! his hat flying off and rolling away.
Nelson finds he can lift his head, but it's an extremely painful experience. His vision begins to cloud. Something that feels like rain runs down the back of his head and his hair feels sticky. He knows, right away, that this wound is serious.
Guilty regards his handiwork, the leer back on his face and shakes his head as though pitying an idiot child. He is so consumed with the interaction with his descendant that he seems completely ignorant of the rest of the party.
The stone flies toward Sir Kae. His head is foggy, and he knows he'll need to get his wound checked out and soon. The stone falls just short of his hand, and his vision swims as he snatches it up. A couple of the dead of Calborn stumble toward him then suddenly topple over, green arrows of energy shattering their heads (Omylia). Stumbling, he makes it to the monolith, finds it's spot by feel and slides it in. He leans against the stone for support, fearing the worst, before his vision graciously clears and he gets a second wind.
The monolith glows again in response to the key, the lines of dark energy reveal themselves again, and another snaps. Guilty, who was poised to kick his fallen descendant in the ribs, suddenly doubles over and vomits foul smelling fluid on the ground.
As the cord of energy breaks, Eliren's spasms lessen. His cries simmer down to moans.
Omylia's attack doesn't have very many targets. Several go down under the barrage, and the rest retreat into the woods.
Sprague, who was already fairly close to the monolith, reaches it quickly. At first he doesn't see a place for his choker, but it's a matter of a few seconds of scrabbling grass, detritus and dirt aside to find it. He places it in the monolith. Another connection snaps and Guilty sinks to his knees, throwing his head back and howling at the sky.
Eliren's breathing evens out. His body still twitches occasionally as the necroflux fights to maintain its presence in the clearing, but he doesn't seem to be in agony anymore.
Marilli searches Eliren's pockets and pack for something with a rune on it, but comes up empty-handed. "Guys! We need to get more of these in there! The effect of the necromantic power is lessening for Eliren every time!"
SUSPENSE
DestroyerHive
Member
The deep pain in her body subsides and Lorca feels her vision returning. It must have been the mage... she thinks. I will thank him later. First I must finish what I started. She looks for a spot to place her coin.
HolyDiver
Well-known member
Nelson slowly tried to crawl to his feet, but as he raises himself, his vision blacks out entirely. "Goddammit," he mutters to himself, pulling a kerchief out of his pocket and pressing it against the back of his head, which only causes another wave of pain and blindness to shoot through him. He gives up trying to stand, and instead crawls away, one hand pressed against his head to stop the bleeding, the other feeling around in the dark, searching for the pistol he dropped on this side of the room.
NARRATION
Waves of healing magic emanate from the end of Spragues staff. Something feels different about it, like there's an eagerness to it. It's as though the magic were flowing in a dream state before.
The festering wound in Lorca's belly cools and dries, ejecting and dissolving the cursed, poisoned blood all at once. The wound closes completely, leaving nothing but a dull, untroublesome ache.
The air around Sprague's head freshens and the voice of his beloved goddess is loudly audible in the clearing. "See now DEFILER the might and devotion of my champion! Too long have you rested in my most sacred sanctuary. You will be banished! Destroyed! Erased! Defiler, enjoy your last breaths!"
Sprague can feel the fury of the goddess flowing through him. It tugs at him demanding that he follow, demanding everything. The goddess speaks more softly to him. "My conduit, the time is soon upon you to speak the words of the banishing rite. Take my love and my pain! Add your own and that of a suffering world! Cast him out!"
Lorca sees her vision clear. Her strength returns with a fury. Her eyes find the place for her ancient coin with ease. The key is placed, another string snaps. Two remain.
Guilty's eyes are filled with hatred, but his shoulders are slouched like a frightened creature making itself small. He spares a satisfied glance for his bleeding, hobbled descendant crawling on the ground, then scans the clearing for Forsyth's champion. He spies Sprague near the stone easily. The cords of necroflux shoot from him in desperate waves, clawing eagerly toward their target.
A roar fills the air above the clearing. A shadow briefly blocks the sun. The necroflux suddenly stops, waving wildly in the air like blown grass as their source is pinned to the ground by a twenty-foot long red dragon. Guilty scrabbles against the beast's claws achieving little more than bloody fingers. His attack is interrupted.
The red dragon turns eyes the color of drying grass on the party, sweeping back and forth before finding their target. "I have heard the cry of the Scion of Sonlen. Rise Eliren, fear not the dark!"
Eliren's eyes fly open and he springs to his feet. His mouth falls slightly at the sight of the creature. "Bralfang?" His eyes alight on the lich, then turn to the monolith with the keys. Something catches his eye. Turning, he quickly snatches Marilli's pendant before she can protest and shoves into its place in the monolith.
Another string snaps. Guilty's struggles grow more feeble. He reaches a hand toward Nelson, eyes wide with fear of the eternal. "Save me! Son! PLEASE!"
The words reach Nelson as echoes. The bleeding on his head has graciously slowed, but he's lost quite a lot of blood. His vision is dark like staring through tinted glass. His head throbs with pain. His body is feeble, trying to keep his brain alive by pumping much of the blood that remains to him there. His injury is critical. His hand finds his pistol. Testing his mouth, he finds his voice works, but he dare not rise to his feet.
The voice of the goddess reaches Sprague again, "It is time."
FINAL ROUND OF ENCOUNTER
Waves of healing magic emanate from the end of Spragues staff. Something feels different about it, like there's an eagerness to it. It's as though the magic were flowing in a dream state before.
The festering wound in Lorca's belly cools and dries, ejecting and dissolving the cursed, poisoned blood all at once. The wound closes completely, leaving nothing but a dull, untroublesome ache.
The air around Sprague's head freshens and the voice of his beloved goddess is loudly audible in the clearing. "See now DEFILER the might and devotion of my champion! Too long have you rested in my most sacred sanctuary. You will be banished! Destroyed! Erased! Defiler, enjoy your last breaths!"
Sprague can feel the fury of the goddess flowing through him. It tugs at him demanding that he follow, demanding everything. The goddess speaks more softly to him. "My conduit, the time is soon upon you to speak the words of the banishing rite. Take my love and my pain! Add your own and that of a suffering world! Cast him out!"
Lorca sees her vision clear. Her strength returns with a fury. Her eyes find the place for her ancient coin with ease. The key is placed, another string snaps. Two remain.
Guilty's eyes are filled with hatred, but his shoulders are slouched like a frightened creature making itself small. He spares a satisfied glance for his bleeding, hobbled descendant crawling on the ground, then scans the clearing for Forsyth's champion. He spies Sprague near the stone easily. The cords of necroflux shoot from him in desperate waves, clawing eagerly toward their target.
A roar fills the air above the clearing. A shadow briefly blocks the sun. The necroflux suddenly stops, waving wildly in the air like blown grass as their source is pinned to the ground by a twenty-foot long red dragon. Guilty scrabbles against the beast's claws achieving little more than bloody fingers. His attack is interrupted.
The red dragon turns eyes the color of drying grass on the party, sweeping back and forth before finding their target. "I have heard the cry of the Scion of Sonlen. Rise Eliren, fear not the dark!"
Eliren's eyes fly open and he springs to his feet. His mouth falls slightly at the sight of the creature. "Bralfang?" His eyes alight on the lich, then turn to the monolith with the keys. Something catches his eye. Turning, he quickly snatches Marilli's pendant before she can protest and shoves into its place in the monolith.
Another string snaps. Guilty's struggles grow more feeble. He reaches a hand toward Nelson, eyes wide with fear of the eternal. "Save me! Son! PLEASE!"
The words reach Nelson as echoes. The bleeding on his head has graciously slowed, but he's lost quite a lot of blood. His vision is dark like staring through tinted glass. His head throbs with pain. His body is feeble, trying to keep his brain alive by pumping much of the blood that remains to him there. His injury is critical. His hand finds his pistol. Testing his mouth, he finds his voice works, but he dare not rise to his feet.
The voice of the goddess reaches Sprague again, "It is time."
FINAL ROUND OF ENCOUNTER
DestroyerHive
Member
So much has happened so quickly! Lorca was used to hunting Marro dregs with her kin, but to have fought alongside such a diverse group of individuals near the ruins of an ancient temple against a lich and his undead minions? And now a dragon appears!? She had heard of battles like this in the old wars of the Valkyrie, and now she begins to understand. She almost feels unworthy to be part of such an epic battle and wonders how many of her ancient ancestors fought in similar circumstances.
Regardless, she still has a duty to fulfill. The lich is weak, although it appears like one more line of black magic has to be severed before he will succumb completely. Unaware of who carries the final artifact, she dashes to the lich's side and raises her energy shields, primed to parry his next attack, whoever it may be directed at.
Regardless, she still has a duty to fulfill. The lich is weak, although it appears like one more line of black magic has to be severed before he will succumb completely. Unaware of who carries the final artifact, she dashes to the lich's side and raises her energy shields, primed to parry his next attack, whoever it may be directed at.
"Coin, stone, feather, choker, pendant... Who's not placed an artifact? I only see one piece remaining! Now's our chance!"
Omylia glances about. She does not possess an item which would slot into the monolith, for the ring her ancestor Arkmer allegedly gave her does not fit the indentation, but everyone else appears accounted for. The Elf instead CASTS HASTE SPELL ON NELSON. If the final blow falls on his shoulders, he'd better outspeed his ancestor on the quickdraw!
HolyDiver
Well-known member
Nelson lies on the floor, one hand with a white knuckled grip on the revolver, the other clutching the rag to his head. As he hears Omylia's words, he remembers the small dagger taken from McCreech's cellar, not far from the stone. As Omylia casts her spell, he feels an energy wave rush through him. For a moment, his thoughts and body outspeed the pain and bloodloss. With his left hand he takes aim and fires at Guilty one last time, with his right, he drops the kerchief, draws the dagger, and slides it in the direction of the last monolith. With that last exertion, his vision finally fades away entirely, and he falls unconscious.
Tornado
Fan Fiction Prompt Master
Sprague looks to Nelson, at first in despair but that quickly changes to an utter awe of his bravery. He simply hand signals to Nelson to hold on for Forsyth's will must be done.
"Dragon named Bralfang
Who protected us from this dark force
Who released Eliren from their fear
Thank you for attending this rite"
Sprague raises his trident as it begins to glow.
Fingers tighten as it continues to rise, pulling the priest up on his toes.
Racked with the pain, the suffering, of Forsyth, of the people, of the children...
"Forsyth, guardian of the final gate
I call upon your love, eternal and great
Banish all shadows, suffering and blight
Clear away darkness, bringer of light
By the wisdom of old and grace of the new
Send wanton forces away from view
For the good of all and the end of one
Necroflux energy is now undone"
"Dragon named Bralfang
Who protected us from this dark force
Who released Eliren from their fear
Thank you for attending this rite"
Sprague raises his trident as it begins to glow.
Fingers tighten as it continues to rise, pulling the priest up on his toes.
Racked with the pain, the suffering, of Forsyth, of the people, of the children...
"Forsyth, guardian of the final gate
I call upon your love, eternal and great
Banish all shadows, suffering and blight
Clear away darkness, bringer of light
By the wisdom of old and grace of the new
Send wanton forces away from view
For the good of all and the end of one
Necroflux energy is now undone"