Imaerasta 27-28, 5119

by Leafiara Autumnwind of the [[::The_TownCrier|TownCrier]]

Summary

Pylasar arrives in his Cryheart costume again and seeks escort to Lake Eonak after a bit of fun and games with the crowd. Over at the lake, [[::Chrysamber Epoch|Chrysamber]] arrives with the crystal from Quinshon as Pylasar admits some surprise that he handed it over. Chrysamber asks if Pylasar's prepared to discuss his agreement, but he declines; she passes over the ethereal compass anyway.

Pylasar explains that Falvicar's father is Oronthal Jalcon, the Night Archer, and after double checking with Falvicar that he's ready for this, Pylasar opens the portal and leaves everyone to it.

The group enters to find themselves near the Demonwall, where Oronthal had spent much of his life battling. They approach and begin battle against various fiends, hellhounds, and demons--only to then be mistaken as skinwalkers by the soldiers defending the wall, who also attack. Arrows begin to fire on the group from the shadows as Falvicar yells out to his father to stop.

Meanwhile, back in the [[::Wehnimer's Landing|Landing]], warhorns sound and more of [[::Brumas Brightforge|Brumas]]' dwarven soldiers begin an assault on the town as militia recruits charge out and the pylons are powered to fire. Adventurers split up their forces to fight on two fronts, with most of the more experienced adventurers remaining at the Demonwall as the dwarves seem to be more easily managed.

The battle gets ever more complicated as Disean enters the fray in the Landing, then charges the group at the Demonwall. Despite his barrier, the adventurers manage to defeat him several times--Alasatia's [[::Earthen Fury (917)|Earthen Fury]] spell with an assist from Melikor's [[::Energy Maelstrom (710)|Energy Maelstrom]] and Zosopage's Symbol of Sleep, Leifa's consecutive [[::Spike Thorn (616)|Spike Thorn]]s, and Leafiara's [[::Condemn (309)|Condemn]] with an assist from Dhairn's Symbol of Sleep--but to no avail as he returns to life each time. However, Thadston charges onto the battlefield and tackles Disean over the edge of a wall, taking them both out of the battle to unknown whereabouts.

Oronthal eventually approaches directly, as Falvicar and others including Avalera and Leafi try to no avail to prove that he's his son and a blade of Ronan. Oronthal eventually withdraws and fiends and soldiers alike resume their attacks.

Landing adventurers begin to destroy the ramparts of the illusionary Demonwall, and with each one they take out, time comes to a standstill in that area. As combat intensifies back in the Landing, the Demonwall group gradually makes its way through destroying every last rampart.

Oronthal returns and realizes that the stopped time means he can't be in the real world. Falvicar explains the situation, as do his friends and allies, including the time they're from--but Oronthal is relieved to see his son alive and that [[::Raznel|the witch]] and her "apprentice or lover" didn't get to him. [[::Ysharra_Nagorn|Ysharra]] tells Oronthal his sacrifice saved him, but he recalls not saving his wife and unborn daughter, saying it broke his spirit and then afterward the witch and her apprentice broke him more.

Oronthal says he knows Falvicar's sister would have grown to the same glory as him, and asks Falvicar if he'll live long and find love; Falvicar says he'll try. Ysharra and Falvicar fill him in on Peter and Rachel's names, as well as their current names of Pylasar and Raznel. Falvicar and Leafi say that Pylasar's trying to atone, but Oronthal reacts negatively to the very idea.

Ysharra, [[::Xorus_Kul'shin|Xorus]], and Cryheart explains that he's being used by the witch to keep her immortal--and Oronthal realizes that he's dead and they haven't come to save him, but to kill him. Knowing there's not much time left, as one of his hands begins to crumble, Oronthal says he'll die not as crumbling sand, but as a warrior. He exchanges goodbyes with his son, giving him his wedding band and telling Falvicar to avenge his parents and unborn sister, then asking for a blade to die in battle. Falvicar gives him one of his oldest white ora knives, and Oronthal takes it and leaps into battle against demons and beasts, slashing and battling until he crumbles into ash.

The group returns to the Landing, now cleared of Brumas' forces--though there's no sign of Brumas, nor Thadston nor Disean.

Highlights

Cryheart walks in and stands next to Cryheart.
Cryheart asks, "What?"
Cryheart flexes, "Hey."
The coppery barn owl hoots at Cryheart.
Cryheart hoots at the coppery barn owl.
Cryheart says, "Owly knows the difference."
Speaking to Cryheart, Zosopage says, "I've never seen you beside yourself so."
Speaking to Cryheart, Evia says, "That's what comes of drinking absinthe."
The Cryheart next to Cryheart says, "How you doing?"
Cryheart says, "Errr."
Cryheart asks, "I am doing fine...how are ye?"
Xorus says, "The one who said 'you' is the fake."
Chamorr heartily says, "Good grief, one of em was enough to take."
Maags says, "Do not cross yous eyes else reallies in trouble."

The Cryheart next to Cryheart says, "What is noble, beautiful, and takes twenty years to give favor?"
The Cryheart next to Cryheart says, "Athalia. The answer is Athalia."
Cryheart roars!
(Cryheart scowls at the duplicate.)

Pylasar put a muscular Cryheart costume with piercing blue eyes and tanned skin and tousled golden brown hair and broad shoulders and a prominent nose in his gold-laced neckpouch.
Speaking to Pylasar, Fizzlewiz says, "I'll buy that costume off you."
Speaking to Fizzlewiz, Leafiara speculates, "Now that would be a good auction."

A red-horned abyssal dreadlord arrives with a loping, uneven gait, his body rocking side-to-side and his head and arms flopping wildly.
Xorus says, "Oh. My favorites..."

Speaking to Goblyn, Melikor says, "I'm down a leg."
Speaking to Melikor, Goblyn asks, "You will not like to hop?"
Speaking to Goblyn, Melikor says, "It is very hard with them pulling me down with their arms."
Speaking to Melikor, Goblyn says, "We will maybe be practicing this one leg hopping in another time."

Evia says, "Dad and Son night on the ole demonwall."

A voice from the shadows says, "You are convincing demons."
Cruxophim pleasantly remarks, "Thank you."
Leafiara wryly says, "No, that's just Crux."
Rasson says, "We are not demons."
Speaking dubiously to Rasson, Cruxophim mutters, "Speak for yourself."

Cruxophim calmly reasons, "I mean, technically, we are extraplanar... and therefore demons."

Speaking to Oronthal, Evia says, "Demons are generally not very conversant, and as is apparent we are an incredibly chatty bunch."

Dhairn asks, "Does taking down the ramparts of the demonwall sound like a bad idea to anyone else?"
Speaking to Dhairn, Leafiara reminds, "It's only an illusion world. What's the worst that could happen?"
Leafiara admits, "I mean, we're gonna find out, I'm sure."
Lazaryth says, "I suppose the worst that could happen is we'll be overwhelmed by demons and all end up in town square.  And the man escapes."
Lazaryth says, "..and we fail to defeat Raznel."
Speaking to Ysharra, Lazaryth says, "It does sound bad, actually, doesn't it."

Geijon says, "Th' city is safe."
Evia says, "The city is...safe...if you don't count disease, blight...starvation, those sort of annoyances."

Log

Gathering

[Town Square Central]

This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.

Also here: Stilehe, High Lady Laralana, Great Lord Drung, Helman who is kneeling, Shinann, Bernadette, Leifa, Lord Fyrrow, Lord Thrillian, Dhairn, Lothylend, Berost, Puptilian, Villorn, Gherrald who is sitting, Harfgaar who is sitting, Kanetta, Marshal Meureii, Lord Beluar, Lord Morofinwe, Sir Cryheart, Lord Chamorr, Sir Ruffelin, Great Lord Nazarr, Zosopage, Guarrin, Chaoswynd, Event Planner Leafiara, Stormyrain, Razanetika, Gypsy Scribe Balley, Grand Lady Roelaren, Soneiken, Dacranzi who is lying down, Yatlervic who is lying down

The sky begins to fill with huge clouds, dark and grey on the bottom, pale and white atop, their puffy crowns ascending toward the heavens.

Leafiara recites:

"Everybody join Bear!"

[people start joining, though some join Cryheart anyway]

BOOM! Thunder echoes in the distance.

Speaking amusedly to Puptilian, Leafiara says, "Well, it -kinda- worked." (Pukk wasn't around, so Pup asked Leafi to tell people to join Chamorr and see how many fell for it)

Zosopage says, "Yup."

Cryheart says, "Well."

Speaking to Leafiara, Laralana says, "I take direction well."

Chamorr heartily says, "Woohoo quotas."

Dhairn says, "There we are."

Chamorr heartily says, "We all gonna die now."

Leafiara recites:

"Okay, okay... everybody -actually- join Cryheart!"

Roelaren says, "There comes the rain."

Chamorr heartily says, "Join Spurs."

Leifa says, "Here it comes again."

Zosopage says, "Just saw the clouds and was about to mention it."

Zosopage says, "And boom."

(OOC) Dhairn's player whispers to the group, "I guess it would be rather rude of me to zealot."

Speaking to Leafiara, Bobbii says, "Wherez a good place to dig up blue tourmaline? I needz 4 fer a bounty."

Speaking thoughtfully to Bobbii, Leafiara says, "Cave gnomes."

Speaking to Bobbii, Leafiara says, "And troglodytes."

Speaking to Leafiara, Bobbii asks, "On da mine road?"

Speaking to Dhairn, Leifa asks, "Shall we offer the dwarves a more refreshing beverage?"

Speaking softly to Leafiara, Razanetika says, "Gong to try something different."

Speaking curiously to Razanetika, Leafiara asks, "And what would that be?"

Dhairn says, "Mm."

Razanetika softly asks, "Armor support please?"

[spelling up, blesses, etc.]

Speaking to Leafiara, Lazaryth says, "I need a good luck wish."

Speaking sincerely to Lazaryth, Leafiara wishes, "Good luck!"

Dhairn says, "I could use a smooch."

Speaking heartily to Cryheart, Chamorr says, "Find yer own corner."

Falvicar's group just arrived.

Speaking regretfully to Dhairn, Leafiara says, "I'd volunteer Pukk, but he stepped away."

Speaking pleasedly to Falvicar, Leafiara says, "Ah, there you are."

Speaking gently to Falvicar, Leafiara says, "Tonight might be hard, but we're all with you."

Maags flings herself against Cryheart, bounces off of him, and giggles madly!

Cryheart says, "Ooof."

Maags exclaims, "Sorries Sir. Jus keep yous in shape!"

Cryheart says, "Aye."

Dhairn asks, "Joining us, Sharra?"

Maags says, "How are yous feeling."

(OOC) Falvicar's player whispers to the group, "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya.... you killed my father. Prepare to die! :D There. Got it off my chest hehe."

A bolt of purple lightning streaks over Moot Hall.

Maags says, "Ohh."

Ysharra says, "I'm here. For how long, only fate can say."

Warclaidh says, "Cloud giants are attacking Moot hall...."

Puptilian asks, "Maybe we can catch lighting in a bottle tonight?"

Leafiara amicably says, "Indeed, for all we know this might be the last night some of us ever see."

(OOC) Morofinwe's player whispers to the group, "I was waiting for that."

Zosopage says, "Pylasar should be dropping in any second."

Maags says, "Pylasar does not drop."

Balley softly says, "He appears."

Speaking to Cryheart, Evia says, "Pretty sure that's made from stomach bile from corpses."

Cryheart Reprised

Cryheart walks in and stands next to Cryheart.

Morofinwe quietly says, "I predict at some point he will...drop."

Leafiara amusedly says, "Oh, here we go again."

Dhairn says, "Hm."

Cryheart asks, "What?"

Roelaren says, "What."

Cryheart flexes, "Hey."

Puptilian says, "He brings his own knight tonight."

Puptilian says, "Smart."

The coppery barn owl hoots at Cryheart.

Dhairn says, "Something's wrong."

Cryheart hoots at the coppery barn owl.

Speaking to Cryheart, Maags says, "Hey youself Sir."

Cryheart says, "Owly knows the difference."

Speaking to Cryheart, Lazaryth asks, "Are you going to take that?"

Speaking to Cryheart, Zosopage says, "I've never seen you beside yourself so."

Speaking to Cryheart, Evia says, "That's what comes of drinking absinthe."

The Cryheart next to Cryheart says, "How you doing?"

Cryheart blinks.

Cryheart's jaw drops.

Cryheart says, "Errr."

The coppery barn owl hoots at Cryheart.

Puptilian says, "Maybe he can bring his own healer, wizard, and scout and the rest of us can sit it out."

Cryheart asks, "I am doing fine...how are ye?"

Maags says, "Er."

The coppery barn owl hoots at Cryheart.

Bernadette softly says, "Ther be two of ye."

Leifa says, "What in the he..."

Xorus says, "The one who said 'you' is the fake."

The Cryheart next to Cryheart says, "Join me."

Chamorr heartily says, "Good grief, one of em was enough to take."

Cryheart snickers.

Bernadette softly asks, "Who be do?"

Maags says, "Easies to tell."

Cryheart says, "Join the one raising his hand."

Speaking to Xorus, Lylia says, "Just so. No illusion is ever so perfect that you cannot spot the lie within the truth, if you look for it."

Cryheart raises his hand.

Roelaren says, "Two Cryhearts wow twice the fun."

(OOC) Puptilian's player whispers to the group, "Join me and fulfill your destiny."

Dhairn says, "This isn't correct."

Cryheart just nudged Puptilian.

Cryheart grins.

Thoarn says, "Geez."

Elbromo says, "Yeah."

Bernadette softly asks, "How menny are ye?"

Cryheart asks, "One too many?"

Speaking gently to Cryheart, Leafiara says, "Never too many."

Thoarn says, "Thanks."

The Cryheart next to Cryheart says, "What is noble, beautiful, and takes twenty years to give favor?"

Maags says, "Do not cross yous eyes else reallies in trouble."

Balley softly says, "I have no clue who I am joined to."

The Cryheart next to Cryheart says, "Athalia. The answer is Athalia."

Cryheart roars!

The Cryheart next to Cryheart chuckles.

Roelaren says, "More to go around."

Puptilian asks, "I would say we have good and evil Cryheart. Maybe instead we should say Landing and now Imperial Cryheart?"

(Cryheart scowls at the duplicate.)

Meureii sincerely says, "It is good to see you."

Elbromo says, "Two Cryhearts."

Leifa annoyedly says, "Multiple dads jokes."

Bernadette softly asks, "Yer twins?"

Morofinwe quietly says, "Two. Two. Two Cryhearts."

Cryheart says, "Two me in one."

Speaking to Meureii, Ysharra says, "It's been far too long, Meureii."

Cryheart works his fingers under his imflass greathelm and scratches his head.

Frebble suggests, "Heartcry?"

Zosopage says, "The one that does not shine is fake."

Cryheart begins chuckling at Zosopage!

Pylasar works his way out of a muscular Cryheart costume with piercing blue eyes and tanned skin and tousled golden brown hair and broad shoulders and a prominent nose.

Bernadette softly says, "Ise cornfuzzled."

Cryheart snickers at Pylasar.

Pylasar exclaims, "Sorry! Just kidding it's me!"

Speaking to Zosopage, Skipjack asks, "I thought the shiny one was the fake?"

Cryheart says, "Ye been out of time too long, Pylasar."

Leafiara teasingly gasps, "Oh my, it's Pylasar!"

Speaking quietly to Ysharra, Meureii admits, "Feels like it was only three and a half days."

Leifa mutters ghastly.

Speaking to Pylasar, Lazaryth says, "You're especially looking forward to tonight, I can tell."

Speaking to Skipjack, Zosopage says, "Nope."

Speaking to Pylasar, Ysharra says, "Hello, Peter."

Speaking dubiously to Meureii, Leafiara asks, "Are -you- a time traveler too?"

Pylasar put a muscular Cryheart costume with piercing blue eyes and tanned skin and tousled golden brown hair and broad shoulders and a prominent nose in his gold-laced neckpouch.

Speaking to Pylasar, Thrassus says, "I still have to wonder where you got that from."

Speaking to Pylasar, Fizzlewiz says, "I'll buy that costume off you."

Kembriana melodically says, "Looks like Cryheart is gonna have a good night."

Speaking heartily to Pylasar, Chamorr says, "Evenin."

Pylasar slowly empties his lungs.

Dhairn says, "I'm hearing things. Do not trust anything I say please."

Speaking melodically to Leafiara, Meureii says, "Maybe."

Speaking to Fizzlewiz, Leafiara speculates, "Now that would be a good auction."

Falvicar and Pylasar

Falvicar turns to face Pylasar.

Bernadette softly says, "I like yer humerr."

Pylasar pauses for a moment, reflecting, thinking, then nods.

Pylasar glances at Falvicar.

Pylasar frowns.

Speaking to Fizzlewiz, Maags says, "Could fit three of yous in it."

Speaking to Pylasar, Leifa asks, "Magic tricks? Is this a festival?"

Pylasar gives Falvicar a friendly hug.

Falvicar stares at Pylasar.

Falvicar hugs Pylasar.

Pylasar joins Cryheart's group.

Chamorr heartily says, "A cryheart onezie."

Pylasar says, "The lake please."

Cryheart says, "Well..he comes in disguise in case Chrysamber catches him unaware."

Falvicar whispers something to Pylasar.

Cryheart says, "Moving out."

Pylasar looks over at Falvicar and shakes his head.

[travel begins]

Falvicar removes a silver-edged black mithril longknife from in his leather back sheath.

Speaking to Cryheart, Goldstr says, "Giddyup."

Speaking to Cryheart, Leifa says, "Imitates you and then bosses you around."

Falvicar whispers something to Pylasar.

Ysharra says, "Once more to the breach, my lads."

Falvicar offers Pylasar a silver-edged black mithril longknife.

Leafiara: "For any wanting to hunt the next paragon, Falvicar's father, we're gathering at Lake Eonak."

[travel concludes]

[Melgorehn's Reach, Lake Eonak]

You are on the bank of a beautiful mountain lake that is fed by a waterfall gushing from the mountain side. There is a path which seems to actually lead up the side of the mountain. You also see a barely visible trail leading into a grove of ancient trees and a cedar chip path.

Elbromo says, "Well I'm here to see ye off."

Elbromo says, "Nae prepared."

Falvicar whispers something to Pylasar.

Falvicar nods at Pylasar.

Fyrrow quietly says, "I have no idea what's happenin', but I'm excited."

Falvicar offers Pylasar a silver-edged black mithril longknife.

Elbromo says, "Good lucks."

Evia says, "Weeee."

Pylasar declines Falvicar's offer.

Falvicar nods slowly.

Falvicar put a silver-edged black mithril longknife in his leather back sheath.

Pylasar says, "I'm..I'm going to help open the way."

Speaking to Elbromo, Nazarr says, "We who are about to die salute you."

Pylasar says, "I'm not going inside."

Skipjack says, "We need a slab of iron..."

Speaking flatly to Pylasar, Meureii asks, "Why?"

Shinann says, "Traps."

Morofinwe quietly asks, "Is this a trap?"

Pylasar says, "It is for me."

Shinann says, "No... traps for him."

Dhairn says, "If you guys see two of me at some point? Kill both of them. I'll be the one that crawls away."

Evia asks, "I somehow did not catch news of our possible destination?"

Speaking to Pylasar, Leifa asks, "You're going off to play more tricks while we face battle?"

Berost deeply says, "Tha witch ... leaves him ... surprises."

Pylasar glances at Leifa.

Pylasar squints.

Leifa glances at Pylasar and folds her arms over her chest.

Speaking curiously to Pylasar, Meureii says, "I would nae take you as one to be frightened of the Witch."

Lylia offers Falvicar an ornate Ronan statuette.

Speaking firmly to Dhairn, Leafiara agrees, "I like the way ya think."

Falvicar smiles slightly.

Falvicar accepts Lylia's Ronan statuette.

Falvicar hugs Lylia.

Falvicar put an ornate Ronan statuette in his spidersilk cape.

Talonhawke quietly says, "Well, no need for me to add my body to the pile, good luck all."

Guarrin whispers something to Meureii.

(Lylia stiffens a moment in surprise, then returns Falvicar's hug.)

Lylia gives Falvicar a friendly hug.

Pylasar slowly empties his lungs.

Pylasar asks, "Are...are you okay going?"

Pylasar peers quizzically at Falvicar.

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Speaking to Pylasar, Ysharra asks, "Are you?"

Falvicar quietly says, "I'll... I'll be fine."

Falvicar nods reassuringly at Pylasar.

Speaking to Ysharra, Leafiara says, "...he's not going."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Lazaryth says, "You've quite a spirit."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Lazaryth says, "I don't think I'm ready for this, myself."

Speaking to Leafiara, Ysharra says, "Not what I meant."

Falvicar quietly says, "I have friends here.. and Ronan is watching."

Falvicar nods.

Speaking suddenly to Ysharra, Leafiara says, "Oh... I see."

(OOC sidebar: Out of sheer worry that I won't remember what this means if I look back at this log even two months later, I'll give some context more for myself than anything...

Ysharra has been prodding at Pylasar since at least the third paragon, if not earlier, in apparent worry that the battle against Raznel has been hurting him somehow. Various people have different reasons to think this might be the case and the pain could be anything from physical to emotional. Some like Geijon suspect Pylasar of being a paragon despite him saying otherwise, and thus every paragon slain brings us one closer to having to end him as well. Others like Lyrna picked up on Pylasar saying that even now he can't truly hate Rachel, so the battle might be taking an emotional toll. On a more overt level of physical pain, one of the memory journeys left Pylasar with a bleeding nose, which (I think) was when Ysharra first started pressing him about it. (Which isn't to say that that's her primary concern, but just mentioning the timing.)

Leafi blows off and non-reacts to the large majority of this because she takes Pylasar at his word that he's not a paragon (as she takes most people at their word), doesn't know enough whatever memory magic Chrysamber uses to be concerned over a bloody nose, and doesn't usually have enough emotional cognition to pick up on others' inner turmoil unless it's a kind she's experienced herself. (The latter would conversely be why she doesn't take Pylasar at his word that he could have stopped Rachel from killing Falvicar's parents, as she recognizes his feelings of guilt and challenged him that maybe he only tells himself that.)

However, she does generally recognize what others are implying even if she disagrees, so she can respond to and understand Ysharra here.)

Chrysamber and the Deal

Lady Chrysamber just arrived.

Speaking heartily to Chrysamber, Chamorr says, "Evenin."

Chrysamber nods and can be seen placing a small crystalline fragment onto the surface of her ivory compass and it glows for a moment as the fragment melts like a flake of snow.

Pylasar grins at Chrysamber.

Pylasar asks, "He handed it over?"

Chrysamber melodically asks, "Did you doubt he would?"

Speaking to Chrysamber, Raelee asks, "What was that?"

Pylasar says, "...maybealittle."

Chrysamber melodically asks, "Are you prepared to discuss your agreement with him?"

Chrysamber peers quizzically at Pylasar.

Xorus says, "The Black Shaman is ever fascinating."

Pylasar says, "Nah. We're good. Thanks though."

Pylasar nods at Chrysamber.

Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "... handed what over?"

Speaking to Xorus, Ysharra says, "He is."

Chrysamber melodically says, "I see."

Speaking to Raelee, Thrassus says, "The memory shard."

Cryheart says, "Compass I am guessing."

Speaking to Raelee, Leafiara says, "The crystal to get into this time pocket, I assume..."

Cryheart says, "Oh, memory shard."

Ysharra says, "Mm."

Speaking deeply to Chrysamber, Guarrin mentions, "I suppose you could discuss the agreement."

Raelee says, "... I was rather hoping for more detail."

Leifa suspiciously asks, "An agreement, eh?"

Maags says, "He is jus charming."

Maags says, "Is a talent."

Chrysamber gestures and a pale ethereal compass, a near duplicate of the other one in her hand forms.

Chrysamber offers Pylasar a pale ethereal compass.

Speaking to Cryheart, Ysharra says, "Thanks."

Pylasar accepts Chrysamber's ethereal compass.

Speaking tentatively to Falvicar, Leafiara asks, "Any guesses what you think we'll see in there?"

Speaking to Maags, Soneiken says, "If all heck breaks loose, I'd like Tarts for my last meal."

Chrysamber melodically says, "When you are ready."

Falvicar ponders.

Speaking quietly to Soneiken, Morofinwe says, "Good plan."

Chrysamber glances at Pylasar.

Speaking to Soneiken, Maags exclaims, "If Owlies does not eats them all!"

Chrysamber shakes her head, clucking her tongue.

Lady Chrysamber just went southwest.

Oronthal

Falvicar quietly says, "My father fought a lot of nastiness at the Demon Wall. Maybe some of those? I dunno."

Falvicar shrugs.

Morofinwe quietly says, "Hmm."

Pylasar slowly empties his lungs.

Pylasar glances at Falvicar.

Speaking to Maags, Soneiken says, "Well, den I have to eat owl, and I really nae like owls...unless they chocolate coated."

Speaking quietly to herself, Raelee mutters, "What does one need to do to get an appointment with a chronomage?"

Cryheart says, "A miracle it seems."

Falvicar quietly says, "But what comes, comes."

Falvicar nods.

Falvicar clenches his fist.

As Falvicar draws a high steel bastard sword, the air along the blade distorts.

Xorus says, "Steal one of their books from the Library of Biblia."

Falvicar gets an onyx-hued mithril wakizashi edged with eonake from inside his weapon harness. It emits a low, rumbling tone.

Speaking to Raelee, Thrassus says, "It probably involves ludicrous sums of money."

Soneiken says, "Kidding, kidding."

Raelee states, "I have money."

Falvicar tilts his head toward Pylasar, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Speaking deeply to Thrassus, Berost says, "I be thinkin tha shaman deals in more vlauable things than silvers."

Falvicar ponders.

Speaking to Raelee, Ysharra asks, "Bring a large amount of elementally-treated brass and gold?"

(Evia forcefully pushes her eyelids open.)

Speaking to Berost, Thrassus says, "He's definately less mercantile."

Evia rubs her eyes.

Falvicar ponders.

Pylasar slowly empties his lungs.

Pylasar asks, "Are...we ready?"

Speaking curiously to Evia, Leafiara asks, "Other than tiredness, are you feeling okay? No repeats of the pain from the other night?"

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Lazaryth flatly says, "As ready as we ever are."

Speaking quietly to Falvicar, Avalera asks, "Are you?"

Speaking to Pylasar, Leifa says, "We're only waiting on you...and for answers, of course."

Speaking to Cryheart, Soneiken asks, "Okay warrior, what am I killin, point me in da right direction?"

Speaking to Leafiara, Evia exclaims, "No repeats!"

Pylasar says, "The...the paragon is..."

Falvicar quietly asks, "I... don't suppose it's possible I could bury him?"

Falvicar peers quizzically at Pylasar.

Pylasar says, "Oronthal Jalcon the Night Archer."

Cryheart asks, "Say what?"

Pylasar says, "...your father."

Pylasar nods at Falvicar.

Falvicar closes his eyes for a moment.

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Goldstr asks, "Jalcon?"

Falvicar nods slowly.

Speaking to Goldstr, Zosopage says, "Last name."

Cryheart says, "Hmm..Oronthal."

Pylasar runs a hand over the compass.

Pylasar says, "Good luck....and I'm sorry."

Falvicar briskly eases his mithril greathelm off with one smooth, sharp tug, taking care not to scrape it against his head, and holds the greathelm tucked against his side.

Falvicar rubs his eyes.

Falvicar glances away.

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Zosopage says, "Please hold any attacks until absolutely necessary."

Leafiara glances at Zosopage.

Pylasar cracks open the compass and a pale silvery mist seeps out from inside of its remains and slowly forms into a wide portal.

With judicious care, Falvicar slides his mithril greathelm onto his head, opens its visor, and then fastidiously fiddles with it until he seems thoroughly satisfied that it is perfectly situated and in alignment with his vultite full plate.

Speaking to Leafiara, Zosopage says, "Falvicar should be the one to deal with his father. That's all I meant."

Speaking suddenly to Zosopage, Leafiara says, "Oh. With the man himself... yes, I'd agree." (as opposed to whatever else we confront before Oronthal)

Pylasar points at a pale silver portal.

Pylasar nods at Cryheart.

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Toward the Demonwall

Cryheart says, "In we go."

Sir Cryheart's group just went into a pale silver portal.

[Barret's Gorge, Fourth District]

The smoke from cooking fires drifts lazily through the area, like tattered clouds carrying the crisp scent of fried pork and quail. Simple brick and stone buildings line the dirt walkway, each set with square wooden signs. You also see a pale silver portal.

Cryheart says, "Slowly we move."

Cryheart asks, "All ready?"

Lylia says, "As expected."

Sir Cryheart's group just went south.

[Barret's Gorge, Fourth District]

A huge stone statue is prominently displayed in the center of the road, its finely detailed features chiseled into the form of an armored knight with his longsword raised high. In the backdrop, the large wall and gates separating the third and fourth district can be seen.

Cryheart says, "Going southwest first."

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Sir Cryheart's group just went southwest.

[Barret's Gorge, Fourth District]

The legendary Citadel of Barret's Gorge rises up in the distance like a colossal stone monolith, surrounded by four rings of fortified walls and secured gates. Bystanders move about, many keeping their eyes forward and to themselves.

Sir Cryheart's group just went southeast.

[Barret's Gorge, Fourth District]

Golvern-armored knights march through the area, their plate aglow from the moon's light. The slated rooftops of homes form clusters throughout the sprawl.

Cryheart says, "Ok..first area is a fork to here."

Sir Cryheart's group just went south.

[Barret's Gorge, Fourth District]

Cryheart says, "If ye see something suspicious or interesting...holler out."

Sir Cryheart's group just went southeast.

[Barret's Gorge, The Sprawl]

The ground is cracked, unused, and almost completely absent of flora. There are no signs of shops or homes and bystanders avoid the area entirely. To the south, the ancient and imposing Demonwall rises up to stand as the last bastion of civilization before the bleak lands beyond.

Sir Cryheart's group just went southwest.

[Barret's Gorge, The Sprawl]

The ground is cracked, unused, and almost completely absent of flora. There are no signs of shops or homes and bystanders avoid the area entirely. To the south, the ancient and imposing Demonwall rises up to stand as the last bastion of civilization before the bleak lands beyond.

Sir Cryheart's group just went southeast.

[Barret's Gorge, The Sprawl]

The ground is cracked, unused, and almost completely absent of flora. There are no signs of shops or homes and bystanders avoid the area entirely. To the south, the ancient and imposing Demonwall rises up to stand as the last bastion of civilization before the bleak lands beyond.

Goldstr says, "We near da Demon Wall."

Cryheart says, "Big gorge."

Sir Cryheart's group just went south.

[Barret's Gorge, The Sprawl]

A huge flight of flat stone stairs ascends up to the top of the crumbling ramparts of the fabled Demonwall. The wall itself stretches far and wide to both the east and west, each section disappearing further than the eye can see.

Cryheart says, "Ruh roh."

Cryheart says, "We hae to clmb it."

>climb demon

You climb up the Demonwall.

[The Demonwall]

A dry warm breeze moves over the wall's edge, bringing with it the faint stench of rotting flesh. A flight of flat stone stairs descends down the side, leading to a cracked sprawl of land and Barret's Gorge to the north.

Sir Cryheart's group just arrived.

Morofinwe quietly says, "Hmm."

Cryheart says, "We go west first."

Goldstr says, "Nice."

Xorus says, "Fiends."

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[The Demonwall]

Rolling hills and mountains rise to the east, and far to the north lies an expanse of thick forests. But to the south and beyond sits only a blighted wasteland, full of horrors and the unknown. You also see a tendriled blood red fiend.

A mist that had been inconspicuously building at your feet suddenly coalesces into a snarling vapor hellhound! Its eyes open to reveal blank orbs of glowing green.

[combat]

Cryheart asks, "All ready?"

A tendriled blood red fiend shambles in!

[combat]

A deep voice echoes from all around, "To battle! The demons have taken the faces of our allies! Be ready! To arms, to arms! Enemies among us!"

A red-horned abyssal dreadlord arrives with a loping, uneven gait, his body rocking side-to-side and his head and arms flopping wildly.

Xorus says, "Oh. My favorites..."

[combat]

Cryheart asks, "All ok?"

Thrassus says, "Joy, the defenders will attack us too."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[The Demonwall]

Sections of the wall's ramparts have crumbled here, long ago destroyed by calamity and war. Far to the south, the tiny black forms of demonic creatures can be seen, like a thousand ants readying to march.

Skipjack says, "They make take us for the enemy...be careful."

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[The Demonwall]

Archers stand partially concealed behind ancient parapets, periodically launching a volley of arrows down into the wastelands below whenever a hellish fiend approaches. Nearby, the horns and cries of battle erupt almost endlessly. You also see a large stone rampart.

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[The Demonwall]

Malformed, brutish creatures on black wings dot the sky. They soar in and out of clouds, snarling and bellowing as they scout the area. You also see a sinewy necrotic hag and a large stone rampart.

Nazarr says, "They have."

[combat]

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[The Demonwall]

Gnarled, red-eyed ghouls ride upon the backs of large incarnadine hellhounds, bounding across the blasted wasteland beyond the wall. A flock of carrion crows circles overhead, squawking with impatience. You also see a large stone rampart.

Along the Demonwall countless golvern-clad knights are locked in battle with hosts of demons. As the tide of demons is fought back briefly, many of the golvern-clad knights turn their eyes and focus to....you.

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[The Demonwall]

Tattered knights shout as they rush along the wall, slashing at the countless beasts and fiends trying to scale up over the edge. Vats of burning oil are poured upon the approaching demons, sometimes only fueling their rage. You also see a large stone rampart.

A muscular golvern-clad knight just arrived!

[~3000 lines of combat]

Leafiara notes, "Lots of claidhmores."

Speaking to Leafiara, Meureii says, "They are slow."

Ruffelin asks, "We're killin' th' Golvern Star knights?"

Speaking to Leafiara, Ysharra says, "You'd need something with reach, with those hounds..." (the hellhounds release poison breath)

Lylia corrects, "We are killing visions."

Cryheart says, "Movin easterly."

Speaking nonchalantly to Ruffelin, Leafiara reminds, "All illusions."

Gnaeusprimus says, "It's just a memory."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Gnarled, red-eyed ghouls ride upon the backs of large incarnadine hellhounds, bounding across the blasted wasteland beyond the wall. A flock of carrion crows circles overhead, squawking with impatience. You also see a large stone rampart.

[combat]

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Malformed, brutish creatures on black wings dot the sky. They soar in and out of clouds, snarling and bellowing as they scout the area. You also see a bleached bone wristlet, a bone-inlaid steel sword, a long shadowy black robe and a large stone rampart.

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Archers stand partially concealed behind ancient parapets, periodically launching a volley of arrows down into the wastelands below whenever a hellish fiend approaches. Nearby, the horns and cries of battle erupt almost endlessly. You also see a large stone rampart.

Lylia says, "Warped versions of reality. Not the truth."

Ruffelin says, "Vision 'r nay... tis disturbin'."

[1600 lines of combat]

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Geijon in a shimmering wave!

... 1 point of damage!

Geijon's skull cracks with an audible "Pop"!

He is stunned!

(similar 1-20 damage to everyone)

Leafiara uncertainly says, "Hmm."

Geijon says, "Tons of minions back east."

Morofinwe quietly says, "Ow."

Ysharra says, "Ouch."

(extended healing)

Cryheart says, "We are going back that way."

Avalera says, "Ow."

Cryheart asks, "All healed?"

Night Archer's Approach

A lithe figure seems to move along a section of the wall, almost like a living shadow, then vanishes.

Morofinwe quietly says, "I am not sure why I am here."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Drung!

... 30 points of damage!

Deft strike to the back cracks vertebrae!

He is knocked to the ground!

He is stunned!

Cruxophim affably inquires, "Someone call for demons?"

Bernadette softly says, "Hmm."

Cryheart says, "Arrows."

Skipjack exclaims, "Watch out!"

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Berost deeply says, "Night archer."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Sections of the wall's ramparts have crumbled here, long ago destroyed by calamity and war. Far to the south, the tiny black forms of demonic creatures can be seen, like a thousand ants readying to march.

Lazaryth says, "Lovely."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Xanlin!

... 14 points of damage!

Strike pierces calf!

Xanlin screams and falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!

He is stunned!

Falvicar yells, "Father!"

Dhairn says, "Hm."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Dhairn!

... 7 points of damage!

Well aimed shot, punctures calf!

He is stunned!

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Balley!

... 19 points of damage!

Elbow punctured, oh what pain!

She is stunned!

Dhairn says, "Have ta strike harder than that."

A muscular golvern-clad knight ambles in.

[~750 lines of combat]

Cryheart says, "I will allow berserkers time to recover..and healing for in-between battles."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Meureii says, "I am my own worst enemy apparently."

Geijon says, "So back to th' Wall."

Cryheart says, "We are at the wall."

Bernadette softly says, "We has some zerkers here."

A lithe black abyran'ra arrives, hissing a sibilant warning!

[combat]

Cruxophim fondly observes, "Just like home."

[~700 lines of combat]

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Bernadette!

... 30 points of damage!

Amazing shot through Bernadette's nose enters the brain!

Bernadette drops dead at your feet!

Shadows leap from the surroundings, engulfing Bernadette's body! (as with previous paragons, returning her to the Landing)

Cryheart says, "Ouch."

Lazaryth quietly says, "We're exposed here."

Chamorr heartily says, "Dang."

Cryheart says, "Get her up."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Ruffelin!

... 25 points of damage!

Elbow punctured, oh what pain!

He is stunned!

Zosopage says, "Ouch."

Falvicar yells, "Father! Stop firing! It's I... your son!"

Thrassus says, "He's a good shot."

Leafiara says, "...she's vanished from this realm."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Falvicar!

... 1 point of damage!

Minor puncture to the left arm.

Cryheart says, "Aye, yell at him."

Speaking musingly to Falvicar, Leafiara says, "...say something only you would know."

[~600 lines of combat]

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Yakushi in a shimmering wave!

... 1 point of damage!

Yakushi's stomach muscles jerk uncontrollably.

(similar 1-20 damage to all)

Cryheart says, "Bah."

A deep voice echoes from all around, "Fall back! Fall back! Against the Wall! A wave is coming, a wave is coming!"

(healing)

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Meureii defiantly says, "Stand firm."

A rotting armored knight zombie struggles up out of the ground!

A smoky fire-eyed gloom beast stomps in and glares about.

A rotting armored knight zombie struggles up out of the ground!

[combat]

Speaking fondly to Meureii, Leafiara says, "I like the way you think."

[~2800 lines of combat]

Cryheart asks, "All ok?"

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Cryheart!

... 20 points of damage!

Strike pierces forearm!

He is stunned!

Xorus says, "I wish I could take one of those hellhounds home with us."

[~1000 lines of combat]

Dhairn says, "Hm."

Cryheart says, "Your father, yell at him."

Cryheart nods at Falvicar.

Cryheart says, "Ouch."

A three-headed twisted painbringer stalks in, its tail swishing back and forth menacingly.

[600 lines of combat]

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Rolling hills and mountains rise to the east, and far to the north lies an expanse of thick forests. But to the south and beyond sits only a blighted wasteland, full of horrors and the unknown.

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

A dry warm breeze moves over the wall's edge, bringing with it the faint stench of rotting flesh. A flight of flat stone stairs descends down the side, leading to a cracked sprawl of land and Barret's Gorge to the north. You also see a snarling vapor hellhound that appears stunned and a red-horned abyssal dreadlord.

Speaking to Lylia, Xorus says, "It feels good being so much closer to home."

[combat]

Cryheart says, "Vathor to the east."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Skipjack in a shimmering wave!

... 6 points of damage!

Skipjack's neck snapped violently by spasming muscles.

He is stunned!

(similar damage to all)

(~1300 lines of combat)

Cryheart says, "Knights be carrying claids..so be careful."

Warclaidh says, "Bah." (had accidentally swung at Meureii)

Dhairn says, "Took one in the chest."

Cryheart says, "Clear targets."

Dhairn says, "I think."

Speaking to Warclaidh, Meureii says, "Good try."

Dhairn says, "I can't tell."

Cryheart says, "Moving east...and vathor."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Wounded knights and archers are dragged down off the wall, while others rise up to take their place. The guttural, rasping howls of the demonic legion endlessly ripple across the battlefield. You also see a huge black red-eyed vathor, a bleached bone wristlet, a long shadowy black robe, a bleached bone wristlet, a long shadowy black robe and a bone-inlaid steel sword.

Chamorr heartily says, "Dispel." (until dispelled, vathors can only be hit by +40 or higher weapons)

[combat]

Raelee hurls a freezing ball of pure cold at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +644 vs DS: +148 with AvD: +17 + d100 roll: +79 = +592

... and hits for 203 points of damage!

Icy blast deep freezes one perfectly good heart!

The fire surrounding a huge black red-eyed vathor flares up wildly, then is snuffed out instantly.

Cryheart says, "Well done."

p~1700 lines of combat]

Dhairn says, "Come on Cry... put yer back into it."

[combat]

Cryheart says, "Ooof." (enemies casting Grasp of the Grave)

Falvicar quietly says, "Oof."

[~800 lines of combat]

Leifa exclaims, "Fiends!"

[~1100 lines of combat]

Skipjack exclaims, "Bravo!"

[~900 lines of combat]

Lazaryth quietly says, "Madness."

You share 1638 silvers with your group.

[each person gets 39]

[combat]

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Cryheart!

... 12 points of damage!

Strike pierces calf!

He is knocked to the ground!

He is stunned!

Speaking seriously to Leafiara, Lazaryth says, "Thank you, perhaps there'll be somewhere I can get an ale."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Maags!

... 12 points of damage!

Strike pierces forearm!

She is stunned!

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Shaelethe in a shimmering wave!

... 12 points of damage!

Rib bones snap and protrude from Shaelethe's chest.

She is stunned!

(damage to all)

Speaking slowly to Lazaryth, Leafiara says, "After this, some might need it."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Arasleaf!

... 30 points of damage!

Great shot penetrates thigh and shatters bone!

He is knocked to the ground!

He is stunned!

Thrassus says, "Bah."

Falvicar yells, "In the Name of The Order of the Night's Blade, Stop firing at us.. Father... Oronthal!"

(healing)

Speaking to Falvicar, Leafiara suggests, "Say something only you would know? If you can remember back that far..."

Two Fronts

From beyond the Demonwall, the sound of a warhorn echoes from the other side of the pale silvery portal.

Cryheart asks, "Ready?"

Ysharra says, "Here they come."

Evia says, "Oooh."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Dhairn says, "Go for the portal."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

At the bottom of the wall, bodies are littered about, some of them knights, many of them demons. The mass of corpses does little to stop the fiendish horde from their assault on the Demonwall. You also see a smoky fire-eyed gloom beast and a large stone rampart.

[combat]

Outside of Wehnimer's Landing, a warhorn sounds.

Leafiara says, "...or, rather, they might be attacking the Landing..."

Thrassus exclaims, "The Landing is under attack!"

Guarrin deeply says, "Oh bloody."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Leifa says, "The dwarves."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Wispy trails of black smoke coil up in the distance, merging with the dark clouds overhead. The land to the south is almost black itself, suffocated by the swarm of demons laying in wait. You also see a large stone rampart.

Morofinwe quietly says, "Oh no."

Cruxophim: "Incoming!"

Ysharra says, "...the dwarves."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

The footing along the wall is uneven, broken up by years of abuse and conflict. The corpse of an archer lies with his back against a parapet, his entire face having been savagely ripped off. You also see a tendriled blood red fiend and a large stone rampart.

[combat]

Dhairn says, "All the little ones."

Goldstr says, "Aye Brumas."

[combat]

Lazaryth: "What's happening in the Landing?"

A muscular golvern-clad knight just arrived!

[~650 lines of combat]

Cruxophim: "Probably Brumas the Dwarf incoming again."

Speaking carefully to Lazaryth, Leafiara says, "I do believe those are Brumas' warhorns."

Cruxophim: "What a butt-head."

Cryheart: "Aye."

Goblyn asks, "This is all from... this Brumas?"

Speaking to Goblyn, Thrassus says, "Not here, no."

Soneiken says, "Nae."

Maags asks, "Coward waits until the strongest defenders are not there?"

Speaking to Goblyn, Ysharra says, "He's confused. He doesn't know we're not his enemies."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[The Demonwall]

Fresh, slick blood stains the walkway of the Demonwall. Skeletal and knobby hands reach up over the edge, trying to gain a foothold before knights rush in, cutting the demonic creatures down.

Sir Cryheart's group just went northeast.

[The Demonwall]

A low pale fog blankets the wasteland to the south, obscuring the true size of the enemy beyond. Periodically, from out of the eerie mist, the forms of demon ghouls and blood red fiends come forward, shambling towards the base of the wall. You also see a smoky fire-eyed gloom beast and a tendriled blood red fiend.

[combat]

Cruxophim: "Stitching myself together, be right there once more."

The Symbol of Need begins to burn in your mind and an image appears before you of Razanetika...

[Wehnimer's, North Ring Rd.]

The cobbled road girds the town along the inner side of the northern palisade. Just to the north stand the twin sentinels of the gate's guardtowers, silhouetted against the night sky. Guardsmen come and go through the main gates, keeping a close eye on the people of all races who move to and fro. Opposite the gates, you see the shop of Dakris the Furrier. You also see a burly dwarven fighter, a burly dwarven fighter, a burly dwarven fighter and a large painted sign.

Also here: Razanetika

Dhairn says, "Yep."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Speaking curiously to Soneiken, Goblyn asks, "You will be using this... special magic again on this night?"

Sir Cryheart's group just went northeast.

[The Demonwall]

The fighting is intense, as beasts of all gruesome form scale the wall, doing their best to push to the other side. Armored knights are constantly locked in combat with them, their golvern blades all red or black with blood. You also see a large stone rampart.

[Voln - Leafiara] "Get 'em Raza!"

Dhairn asks, "Should I head back?"

Shinann: "What does it look like in town?"

Sir Cryheart's group just went northeast.

[The Demonwall]

Half of the walkway has crumbled here, preventing further travel to the east along the wall. The hellish army uses the rubble for traction, easily spilling up and over onto the top, where a group of dwindling knights meet them head on. You also see a large stone rampart.

[at this point I think we've seen every room, so I'll cut off descriptions and travel from here out]

[combat]

Morofinwe quietly asks, "Should I head back to town?"

Lazaryth says, "No reports yet."

Thrassus says, "I am sure the town will be fine."

Cryheart asks, "All healed?"

Thrassus says, "His forces aren't really that formidable."

Leafiara pragmatically says, "...given the threats we're facing here, compared to Brumas' forces... I think we should reserve our best fighters here unless we hear drastic calls for help."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Alasatia in a shimmering wave!

... 1 point of damage!

Strike to Alasatia's left arm sprains biceps.

(damage to all)

Cryheart says, "Gah."

Berost deeply says, "Thems be dwarves.... daft young fools."

Ysharra says, "Ouch..."

Dhairn says, "Hm."

Evia: "Send any information on the Brumas contingent strength please."

Dhairn says, "Knocked my leg off."

Roelaren: "We need folks to bring dead to here from north ring road."

Elphieya: "They are in the town."

Cryheart asks, "All healed?"

Soneiken says, "Nae."

Speaking coaxingly to Goblyn, Xanlin whispers aloud, "You felt it too? Sparks."

Leafiara: "Are they dangerous or are things under control?"

Evia: "What are their apparent strength?"

A host of dwarven warriors can be seen rushing the town gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Some rather young town militia rush out of the barracks to join in the battle, locking in combat with the dwarven forces. A pylon at the north dock sparks with a blue-light energy and becomes active against the invading dwarven forces.

Elphieya: "Under control for now."

Leafiara: "Excellent. Keep us informed, please!"

Elphieya: "They are weaker."

Cryheart says, "Ooops."

Zosopage says, "Nice, the new pylons are active."

Chamorr heartily says, "Let the youngers have a taste."

Morofinwe quietly exclaims, "Pylon is shooting!"

Cryheart says, "Ok..moving."

Speaking to Falvicar, Dhairn asks, "Are you going to be okay from this?"

Falvicar nods slowly at Dhairn.

[combat]

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Chamorr!

... 25 points of damage!

Vicious strike punctures intestines!

He is stunned!

Berost: "If that dwarf Brumas been seen shout it out."

Cryheart asks, "All ready to move?"

Elphieya: "So far just fighters."

Geijon: "We've two attacks ongoing. Brumas and th' dwarves are hitting th' gates and we're in a time pocket facing the 4th paragon."

The blue-white pylons spark to life at the North Docks in town.

[~700 lines of combat]

Skipjack: "Heading to the north docks."

Geijon: "Pylon is activated."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Falvicar yells, "Father... come here and join us. Let us hunt the demons together!"

Geijon says, "We back."

[~800 lines of combat]

Dhairn says, "Oooow."

[cobat]

Falvicar quietly says, "Damnit."

[~1700 lines of combat]

A quick flick of Yakushi's wrist sends a deadly titanium-spiked throwing axe into flight!

Yakushi's throwing axe pulses with a soft white light as it cleaves a burning swath through the chaotic forces shrouding the red-eyed vathor!

Yakushi throws a spiked throwing axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +669 vs DS: +267 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +43 = +471

... and hits for 167 points of damage!

Slash to the red-eyed vathor's ribs opens a sucking chest wound!

A huge black red-eyed vathor's lets loose an unearthly howl as the raging inferno dies around it.

Lazaryth says, "Nasty, this."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Berost!

... 1 point of damage!

Nice puncture to the abdomen, just missed vital organs!

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Guarrin!

Some gilded mithril platemail partially deflects the onslaught of the puncture attack.

... 10 points of damage!

Strike pierces upper arm!

Bernadette: "Need help at north dock."

A gigantic murky oculoth hovers in, its central eye rolling back and forth.

A gigantic murky oculoth floats in, its toothy maw glistening with black ichor.

[~900 lines of combat]

Chamorr looks determined and focused.

In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Chamorr engages a gigantic murky oculoth in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +623 vs DS: +303 with AvD: +18 + d100 roll: +70 = +408

... and hits for 95 points of damage!

Necrotic energy from Chamorr's glaes broadsword flares up momentarily!

Chamorr appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +638 vs DS: +303 with AvD: +18 + d100 roll: +75 = +428

... and hits for 102 points of damage!

A gigantic murky oculoth's opens its fang-lined maw and lets out a deafening roar as it crashes to the ground and expires.

[~600 lines of combat]

Greenish-black flames spring to life in Lylia's hand...

Lylia gestures at a gigantic murky oculoth. Lylia hurls a ball of greenish-black flame at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +449 vs DS: +163 with AvD: +12 + d100 roll: +73 = +371

... and hits for 143 points of damage!

A gigantic murky oculoth's opens its fang-lined maw and lets out a deafening roar as it crashes to the ground and expires.

[combat]

Leafiara punches with a radiant white katar at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +566 vs DS: +366 with AvD: +22 + d100 roll: +53 = +275

... and hits for 54 points of damage!

Leafiara's katar surges with power as darkness coalesces around it!

... 15 points of damage!

Leafiara's katar releases a shimmering beam of disintegration!

... 15 points of damage!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Leafiara!

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora slasher at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +566 vs DS: +366 with AvD: +25 + d100 roll: +62 = +287

... and hits for 58 points of damage!

A gigantic murky oculoth's opens its fang-lined maw and lets out a deafening roar as it crashes to the ground and expires.

Lazaryth says, "On that note."

Lazaryth says, "I expect I'm going to become a liability here very soon."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Warclaidh in a shimmering wave!

... 5 points of damage!

Strike to Warclaidh's left arm sprains biceps.

(damage to all)

[combat]

Lazaryth asks, "The portal is in which direction?"

Geijon says, "North."

Lazaryth exclaims, "North!"

Cryheart says, "West a few steps...then north."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Evia!

... 4 points of damage!

Strike pierces upper arm!

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Cruxophim!

... 1 point of damage!

Nice shot to the head gouges Cruxophim's cheek!

He is stunned!

Lazaryth says, "I trust you all to do what needs to be done."

Morofinwe quietly says, "I am going to head back as well. I am too young to be here."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Morofinwe!

... 30 points of damage!

Strong strike, punctures lung!

He is stunned!

[combat]

Bernadette: "Need infusers at the pylons."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Ysharra!

... 19 points of damage!

Shot knocks Ysharra's head back by pushing on the inside of the skull!

Ysharra drops dead at your feet!

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Zosopage!

... 12 points of damage!

Strike to temple! Saved by a thick skull!

He is stunned!

Bernadette: "Dwarven ships in the bay."

Geijon says, "Th' Landing is being attacked by Brumas and his dwarves."

Cryheart says, "Ouch."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Leifa!

... 26 points of damage!

Deft strike to the back cracks vertebrae!

She is knocked to the ground!

She is stunned!

Zosopage says, "Ow."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Nazarr!

... 24 points of damage!

Neck skewered, sliding past the throat and spine! That looks painful.

He is stunned!

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Raelee!

... 12 points of damage!

Strike pierces forearm!

She is stunned!

Leafiara yells, "You can't hold all of us off forever!"

Lazaryth just arrived.

Lazaryth says, "I can't find it." (the portal)

Cryheart says, "Moving."

[combat]

Leifa says, "Sneaky snipers."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Alasatia!

Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the puncture attack.

... 20 points of damage!

Attack punctures the eye and connects with something really vital!

Alasatia drops dead at your feet!

A huge black red-eyed vathor stomps in, the fire burning around it blazing!

[combat]

Thrassus asks, "Dwarves have ships?"

[combat]

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +809 vs DS: +407 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +81 = +515

... and hits for 203 points of damage!

Quick, powerful slash!

The red-eyed vathor's chest is ripped open!

A huge black red-eyed vathor's lets loose an unearthly howl as the raging inferno dies around it.

[~500 lines of combat]

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +831 vs DS: +430 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +25 = +458

... and hits for 192 points of damage!

Wicked slash slices open the red-eyed vathor's chest!

Heart and lungs pureed!

Sickening!

The fire surrounding a huge black red-eyed vathor flares up wildly, then is snuffed out instantly.

[~600 lines of combat]

Lazaryth says, "I'm down."

[combat]

Chamorr looks determined and focused.

In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Chamorr engages a gigantic murky oculoth in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +623 vs DS: +337 with AvD: +18 + d100 roll: +53 = +357

... and hits for 91 points of damage!

Chamorr's glaes broadsword surges with power as darkness coalesces around it!

A gigantic murky oculoth's exterior hardens for a moment and softens the attack!

... 10 points of damage!

Chamorr's glaes broadsword pulses with a soft white light as it cleaves a burning swath through the chaotic forces shrouding the murky oculoth!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Chamorr!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +638 vs DS: +337 with AvD: +18 + d100 roll: +72 = +391

... and hits for 88 points of damage!

Chamorr's glaes broadsword surges with power as darkness coalesces around it!

A gigantic murky oculoth's exterior hardens for a moment and softens the attack!

... 7 points of damage!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a gigantic murky oculoth!

A heavy barrier of stone momentarily forms around a gigantic murky oculoth and blocks the attack!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +623 vs DS: +337 with AvD: +18 + d100 roll: +11 = +315

... and hits for 74 points of damage!

Chamorr's glaes broadsword surges with power as darkness coalesces around it!

... 5 points of damage!

Chamorr's glaes broadsword sprays forth a shower of pure water!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +623 vs DS: +337 with AvD: +18 + d100 roll: +79 = +383

... and hits for 84 points of damage!

A gigantic murky oculoth's suddenly crashes to the ground, its hundreds of eyes chaotically spasming through a myriad of colors before going dim.

[~1300 lines of combat]

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +831 vs DS: +406 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +48 = +505

... and hits for 200 points of damage!

Wicked slash slices open the red-eyed vathor's chest!

Heart and lungs pureed!

Sickening!

The fire surrounding a huge black red-eyed vathor flares up wildly, then is snuffed out instantly.

[healing]

Speaking to Falvicar, Leafiara opines, "What a great line of work he had."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Falvicar quietly says, "My bedtime stories were him killing demons."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Avalera in a shimmering wave!

... 1 point of damage!

Avalera's ribs warp and crack violently.

She is stunned!

(damage to all)

[~1200 lines of combat]

The air suddenly crackles and bends, briefly accompanied by a low thrumming sound before a shadowy black void opens up next to Warclaidh! In the blink of an eye the void closes back up!

... 14 points of damage!

Sternum snaps followed by many ribs!

He is stunned!

The air suddenly crackles and bends, briefly accompanied by a low thrumming sound before a shadowy black void opens up next to Avalera! In the blink of an eye the void closes back up!

... 15 points of damage!

Decompression causes muscles in arm to crack!

She is stunned!

The air suddenly crackles and bends, briefly accompanied by a low thrumming sound before a shadowy black void opens up next to Guarrin! In the blink of an eye the void closes back up!

... 20 points of damage!

Fingernails burst and blood sprays out!

He is stunned!

The air suddenly crackles and bends, briefly accompanied by a low thrumming sound before a shadowy black void opens up next to Lylia! In the blink of an eye the void closes back up!

... 15 points of damage!

Decompression causes muscles in leg to snap!

She is stunned!

The air suddenly crackles and bends, briefly accompanied by a low thrumming sound before a shadowy black void opens up next to Lylia! In the blink of an eye the void closes back up!

... 1 point of damage!

Ribs crack as chest swells!

The air suddenly crackles and bends, briefly accompanied by a low thrumming sound before a shadowy black void opens up next to Thrassus! In the blink of an eye the void closes back up!

... 8 points of damage!

Abdomen swells, internal organs rupture!

He is stunned!

The air suddenly crackles and bends, briefly accompanied by a low thrumming sound before a shadowy black void opens up next to Xanlin! In the blink of an eye the void closes back up!

... 24 points of damage!

Chest expands and ribs snap, piercing lungs!

He is stunned!

Geijon asks, "Why?"

Speaking to Dhairn, Geijon asks, "Where did it go?"

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Berost in a shimmering wave!

... 14 points of damage!

Rib bones snap and protrude from Berost's chest.

He is stunned!

(damage to all)

Cryheart says, "Ooof."

Dhairn says, "That way."

[combat]

Speaking to Falvicar, Geijon asks, "We got eyes on him?"

The Symbol of Need begins to burn in your mind and an image appears before you of Elphieya...

[Town Square, Southwest]

This corner of the square seems somewhat subdued. Townsfolk pass through on their way to the shops, the bazaar, or the main well at the center of the square. Others hurry past, anxious to get home or go on about their business. You also see a burly dwarven fighter, a burly dwarven fighter, a burly dwarven fighter, a stout dwarven crusher, a burly dwarven fighter, a gypsy fortuneteller, a burly dwarven fighter, a burly dwarven fighter, a stout dwarven crusher, a wooden arrow, a wooden arrow, a wood-sided shop, a cobblestone walkway leading up to a wrought iron gate and a jagged mist-filled fissure.

Also here: Elphieya

[combat]

[Voln - Leafiara] "You've got 'em dead to rights, Elphie!"

Demon Wave

A deep voice echoes, "Fall back! The red wave is coming! A big one! Fall back, fall back!"

Elphieya: "If anyone is bored."

Geijon says, "Vathors..."

Elphieya: "They can't hit me but I might be here all night."

Countless golvern-clad knights fall back, retreating behind ramparts and some even retreating back off the wall.

Elphieya: "I lied. They CAN hit me."

Geijon says, "A bit of tonight may just be surviving the attacks on th' wall."

Gigantic multi-eyed demons descend from the clouds overhead, their hundreds of pupils glowing with an intense scarlet light. They float slowly through the air, a black oily substance dripping from their massive nebulous bodies.

Leafiara: "Hit 'em with some Sympathy!"

Falvicar quietly says, "I shoulda known."

Dhairn says, "Uh oh."

Speaking to Cryheart, Geijon asks, "Remember the legendary Vathor?"

A wave of crimson energy ripples towards the wall....

Cryheart says, "Aye."

Dhairn says, "Duck."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Warclaidh in a shimmering wave!

... 8 points of damage!

Strips of flesh flayed from Warclaidh's back.

He is stunned!

(damage to all)

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Warclaidh in a shimmering wave!

... 20 points of damage!

Major bones in Warclaidh's right arm crack loudly!

He is stunned!

(damage to all... yes, again)

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Shaelethe in a shimmering wave!

... 1 point of damage!

Blood vessels in Shaelethe's forehead burst, spraying blood everywhere.

She is stunned!

(damage to all... yes, again again)

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Berost in a shimmering wave!

... 1 point of damage!

Berost's stomach muscles jerk uncontrollably.

(damage to all... yes, again again again)

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Warclaidh in a shimmering wave!

... 10 points of damage!

Warclaidh's finger twitches, then explodes.

(damage to all... yes, again again again again)

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Berost in a shimmering wave!

... 1 point of damage!

The tendons in Berost's foot snap. Looks painful.

(damage to all... yes, again again again again again)

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Geijon in a shimmering wave!

... 9 points of damage!

Geijon's ribs warp and crack violently.

(damage to all... yes, again again again again again again)

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Berost in a shimmering wave!

... 9 points of damage!

Large lesions sprout on Berost's shield arm.

He is stunned!

(damage to all... yes, again again again again again again again)

Laralana says, "Oh dear."

Cryheart says, "We standing here to heal."

The crimson light in the distance fades. Knights scream and return to the wall!

A muscular golvern-clad knight ambles in.

[combat and healing]

Leafiara strainedly says, "Well, I'm... patched up, but... can't... cast..."

[combat]

Thrassus says, "Yes, it looks like we are rather mutilated."

[~3000 lines of combat]

A quick flick of Yakushi's wrist sends a deadly titanium-spiked throwing axe into flight!

Yakushi's throwing axe pulses with a soft white light as it cleaves a burning swath through the chaotic forces shrouding the red-eyed vathor!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Yakushi!

Yakushi throws a spiked throwing axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +674 vs DS: +393 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +94 = +401

... and hits for 129 points of damage!

Hard slash to the red-eyed vathor's side opens its spleen!

A huge black red-eyed vathor's lets loose an unearthly howl as the raging inferno dies around it.

[combat]

Cryheart says, "Healing for all."

Elphieya: "So many of them."

Leafiara strainedly says, "Missing... most... of my head... can send... mana after..."

[extended healing mostly via herb use as, unless I'm mistaken, at this point we had only one empath]

Falvicar removes his white silk standard with a flourish.

Falvicar waves his white silk standard around enthusiastically, whipping it back and forth through the air.

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Warclaidh in a shimmering wave!

... 3 points of damage!

Blood boils in Warclaidh's chest.

(damage to all)

Falvicar waves his white silk standard around enthusiastically, whipping it back and forth through the air.

Falvicar raises his white silk standard high into the air for all to see.

Falvicar waves his white silk standard around enthusiastically, whipping it back and forth through the air.

Dhairn says, "Hm."

Falvicar wears a silver and white silk standard emblazoned with a black sword, securing it to show over his shoulder.

[extended healing]

Speaking deeply to Cryheart, Guarrin says, "Perhaps we should fight in rotation."

Cryheart says, "If we could see."

A deep voice echoes, "Halt the fleshstealers! The facewearers! They are demons! Do not let them vanish into our world, among our people!"

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Falvicar yells, "In the Name of the Order of the Night's Blade... Stand down!"

Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia scornfully says something you don't understand.

[~1100 lines of combat]

Xorus asks, "What do they think this is, the Wizardwaste?"

Cryheart says, "Moving."

[combat]

Dhairn says, "Without herbs, this is a slowly losing battle."

[combat]

Speaking unconvincingly to Dhairn, Leafiara stammers, "S-s-says who... don't need no head, just battle... on..."

[~3000 lines of combat]

[healing]

Speaking to Goblyn, Melikor says, "I'm down a leg."

Speaking to Melikor, Goblyn asks, "You will not like to hop?"

Speaking to Goblyn, Melikor says, "It is very hard with them pulling me down with their arms."

Speaking to Melikor, Goblyn says, "We will maybe be practicing this one leg hopping in another time."

Speaking to Goblyn, Melikor says, "An interesting idea for another game."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Laralana in a shimmering wave!

... 14 points of damage!

(damage to all)

Cryheart says, "Bah."

Cruxophim: "Town under heavy fire."

Speaking cautiously to Dhairn, Leafiara concedes, "Okay, maybe... -maybe-... you have a ...point..."

Speaking to Avalera, Meureii agrees, "After you."

[extended healing]

Leafiara: "Us too, I'm afraid... and we're quite short on healers and rapidly running low on herbs."

Goblyn fixedly stares at Falvicar. Goblyn appears slightly dizzy as Falvicar's skin flushes and his injuries fade away, his wounds healing themselves.

Falvicar turns toward Goblyn and renders a sharp salute with his bastard sword.

Balley: "I will come as soon as I get some spells."

Speaking quietly to Goblyn, Falvicar says, "Thank ye."

Leafiara: "Appre...cia...ted..."

Speaking to Falvicar, Goblyn says, "I do like for you to stay alive, maybe... for this..."

Falvicar gazes in amusement at Goblyn.

Speaking to Falvicar, Goblyn says, "Important encounter."

Alasatia whispers something to Meureii.

Dhairn says, "Alright. Let's see him try that again."

Speaking relievedly to Xanthras, Leafiara says, "Oh... y-you're... here..." (he's an empath)

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Thrassus!

... 14 points of damage!

Strike to abdomen punctures stomach!

He is stunned!

Speaking to Falvicar, Goblyn exclaims, "It will be interesting, maybe!"

[~600 lines of combat]

Cryheart says, "Ooof."

Dhairn says, "Lara." (Laralana)

Ruffelin says, "Bah."

Falvicar quietly says, "Not good."

Cryheart asks, "She bled to death?"

Ruffelin says, "Aye."

[~900 lines of combat]

Speaking to Goblyn, Meureii exclaims, "Oh!"

Geijon: "I cleared out a bunch of th' dwarves."

Rasson asks, "The rampart?"

Zosopage: "Well done!"

Cryheart says, "There are several."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over you in a shimmering wave!

... 14 points of damage!

Rib bones snap and protrude from Leafiara's chest.

She is stunned!

(damage to all)

Cryheart says, "Bah..gas." (the hellhounds release gas like night hounds)

Maags says, "Ow."

Leafiara says, "Ooh boy." (OOC: ...and night hound breath is sort of wonky in that even if you ward it off, breathing it will still hurt you unless you have Purify Air, which no doubt most of us didn't; however, looking at the log in hindsight, this gas might actually have been working in reverse as those of us who were failing the warding (which was most of us since it uses some completely unique CS/TD resolution to the point that no character had more than 210 TD against the 300 CS) were unhurt while the ones who warded it off were hurt))

Lylia: "Should you find Brumas, hold him if possible. He should not be able to be both here and in his real state, as a paragon."

[some examples of the gas...]

The shadowy cloud seeps languidly in Alasatia's direction.

CS: +300 - TD: +200 + CvA: -2 + d100: +49 - +10 == +137

Warding failed!

The shadowy cloud seeps languidly in Xanlin's direction.

CS: +300 - TD: +206 + CvA: -31 + d100: +28 == +91

Warded off!

Xanlin gags on the dark cloud of gas.

... 9 points of damage!

[~1100 lines of combat]

A quick flick of Yakushi's wrist sends a deadly titanium-spiked throwing axe into flight!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Yakushi!

Yakushi throws a spiked throwing axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +684 vs DS: +383 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +94 = +421

... and hits for 128 points of damage!

Hard slash to the red-eyed vathor's side opens its spleen!

A huge black red-eyed vathor's lets loose an unearthly howl as the raging inferno dies around it.

[combat]

Warclaidh looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Warclaidh whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +884 vs DS: +486 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +49 = +479

... and hits for 167 points of damage!

Powerful slash leaves the red-eyed vathor without a right leg!

The red-eyed vathor crashes to the ground with a huge *THUD*! Fire explodes out from its severed right leg thrashing on the ground, covering Lylia with blazing flames!

... 24 points of damage!

Extreme heat causes Lylia's right arm to expand and snap. That must hurt!

She is stunned!

The coraesine relic on Warclaidh's battle axe flares up with a blazing white-grey aura! Vicious winds curl around him in a spiraling vortex, increasing his momentum as he lets loose a lightning-quick strike!

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +859 vs DS: +422 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +45 = +514

... and hits for 163 points of damage!

Right hand severed at the wrist!

The red-eyed vathor roars loudly as its right claw falls and writhes spasmodically, exploding in a ball of flames as it writhes on the ground, covering Balley with blazing flames!

... 29 points of damage!

Flame sets Balley's head alight like a torch. Burned beyond recognition.

Balley drops dead at your feet!

The coraesine relic on Warclaidh's battle axe flares up with a blazing white-grey aura! Vicious winds curl around him in a spiraling vortex, increasing his momentum as he lets loose a lightning-quick strike!

Warclaidh's battle axe pulses with a soft white light as it cleaves a burning swath through the chaotic forces shrouding the red-eyed vathor!

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +859 vs DS: +422 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +37 = +506

... and hits for 190 points of damage!

Quick, powerful slash!

The red-eyed vathor's chest is ripped open!

A huge black red-eyed vathor's lets loose an unearthly howl as the raging inferno dies around it.

Cryheart says, "Ouch."

Disean's Ambush

Lazaryth: "I'd swear I just saw Disean in town."

Leafiara: "...where?"

Lazaryth: "Town square! He's left."

Lazaryth: "...no, he's here."

Geijon says, "City is being attacked by th' dwarves."

[Leafi fogs over to TSC]

[Town Square Central]

This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.

Also here: Arena Heroine Leafiara, Miss Goblyn, Odowain, the body of Goldstr who is lying down, the body of Gypsy Scribe Balley who is lying down, the body of Sir Ruffelin who is lying down, Lazaryth, Nysutara who is sitting, the body of Pluuk who is lying down, Villorn who is sitting, Leonydes, Dufferton, Bumbdeldorf, the body of Bernadette who is lying down, Arasleaf, a stunned High Lady Laralana who is lying down, Berost who is sleeping, Great Lord Shaahn who is kneeling, Great Lord Ryndith who is kneeling, Scarswyrth, Great Lord Torpe who is sitting, Elphieya, Razanetika who is sitting, Soneiken who is sitting, Gherrald who is sitting, Lord Arkanos who is kneeling, Jarrah, Lord Morofinwe who is lying down, Sofal, Great Lord Nazarr, Apprentice Syphus, a stunned Jennora, Grand Lady Roelaren, Murrandii, Harfgaar who is kneeling

The ghostly voice of Balley softly says, "I want to kill that guy." (Disean, as he'd killed her before and imbedded a scarab in her)

Speaking dubiously to Lazaryth, Leafiara asks, "Where?"

Jennora wearily says, "This is becoming challenging."

Speaking to Leafiara, Lazaryth says, "He went northwest."

Speaking to Lazaryth, Leafiara says, "...ah..."

Shinann: "Disean is here, but he stunned me and ran off."

Shinann: "Trying to find him."

Leafiara: "I'll join you shortly." (was in the middle of a raise)

(via familiar vision, Disean's charged the Demonwall...)

[The Demonwall]

Sections of the wall's ramparts have crumbled here, long ago destroyed by calamity and war. Far to the south, the tiny black forms of demonic creatures can be seen, like a thousand ants readying to march. You also see a red-horned abyssal dreadlord, the Dhairn disk, a badly damaged maoral trunk, a sturdy modwir trunk, a volatile aurora spirit that is flying around, the toy-stuffed Shaelethe disk, the Guarrin disk, the Zosopage disk, a spotted great horned owl that is flying around, a black-toed saddleback foxhound and a sinuous bone white serpent.

Also here: Disean, Sir Geijon who is lying down, Melikor who is lying down, Maags who is lying down, High Lady Lauranathalasa who is lying down, Xanthras who is lying down, Lord Thrassus who is lying down, Alasatia who is lying down, Xanlin who is lying down, Death Knight Warclaidh who is lying down, Avalera who is lying down, Lady Shaelethe who is lying down, Dhairn who is lying down, Yakushi who is lying down, Magister Raelee who is lying down, Felarion who is lying down, Xorus who is lying down, Falvicar who is lying down, Rasson who is lying down, Marshal Meureii who is lying down, Dame Evia who is lying down, Stilehe who is lying down, Great Lord Drung who is lying down, Leifa who is lying down, Lord Chamorr who is lying down, Zosopage who is lying down, Chaoswynd who is lying down, Guarrin who is lying down, Mayor Lylia who is lying down, Sir Cryheart

(...but while fogging out works, fogging in doesn't, so Leafi starts making her way back)

Evia says, "Nah."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Geijon in a shimmering wave!

... 3 points of damage!

Blood boils in Geijon's chest.

(damage to all)

Disean swings a black blade at Cryheart!

Fumbling aimlessly, Cryheart manages to deflect the attack with his greataxe!

Disean swings a black blade at Cryheart!

Cryheart evades the attack with ease!

Cryheart roars at Disean!

A quick flick of Yakushi's wrist sends a deadly titanium-spiked throwing axe into flight!

As Yakushi moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Yakushi!

... 1 point of damage!

Yakushi looks as if a hot foot would feel good about now!

Yakushi's throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in his right hand, ready to throw again.

A quick flick of Yakushi's wrist sends a krodera-spiked throwing axe into flight!

As Yakushi moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Yakushi!

... 1 point of damage!

Yakushi winces at the cold blast to the right arm.

Yakushi's throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in his left hand, ready to throw again.

Disean swings a black blade at Cryheart!

AS: +631 vs DS: +799 with AvD: +18 + d100 roll: +19 = -131

A clean miss.

A quick flick of Yakushi's wrist sends a deadly titanium-spiked throwing axe into flight!

As Yakushi moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Yakushi!

... 1 point of damage!

Yakushi looks as if a hot foot would feel good about now!

Yakushi's throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in his right hand, ready to throw again.

A quick flick of Yakushi's wrist sends a krodera-spiked throwing axe into flight!

As Yakushi moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Yakushi!

... 1 point of damage!

A chilly blow to the stomach winds Yakushi!

Yakushi's throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in his left hand, ready to throw again.

Alasatia chants a short phrase, embers leaping from her fingertips, as she clenches her hand into a smoke-shrouded fist.

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

As Alasatia moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Alasatia!

Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the frigid attack.

... 1 point of damage!

An icy blast to the back! Sleeping will not be easy tonight.

Wisps of black smoke swirl around Disean for a moment, then dissipate.

[continued attacks that can't breach his barrier, same as Jerram...]

Leifa says, "Disean punched me in the gut."

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Disean manages to jump out of the way!

[...but also just like Jerram, he's vulnerable to maneuvers]

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! One of the thorns jabs into him!

... hits for 5 points of damage!

... 10 points of damage!

Strike pierces thigh!

He is knocked to the ground!

(Leafi makes it back to the battlefield)

Bits of flesh flake off of Raelee's skin, rising up into the air and turning to brightly burning cinders that whirl around her.

Raelee gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean begins to boil violently!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 76 (Open d100: 44, Bonus: 21)]

He dodges out of the way!

Maags says, "That was unkind."

Disean clenches his fists and a wave of energy ripples across the ground, causing it to shake violently! You lose your footing and fall down.

Roundtime: 39 sec.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

Disean positions himself to attack Maags.

The evanescent shield shrouding Maags flares to life and absorbs the oncoming blow.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 201 (Open d100: 162, Bonus: 21)]

... 40 points of damage!

The lower half of Disean's right leg is almost completely burned away.

He is stunned!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 85 (Open d100: 6, Bonus: 68)]

He dodges out of the way!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 133 (Open d100: 55, Bonus: 68)]

... 15 points of damage!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 119 (Open d100: 39, Bonus: 70)]

... 5 points of damage!

Minor burns to chest. That hurts a bit.

The ground beneath Disean suddenly calms.

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Alasatia gestures slowly as the ground begins to tremble in response to her incantation...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean begins to boil violently!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 33 (Open d100: 62, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

AS: +315 vs DS: +877 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +9 = -518

A clean miss.

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 47 (Open d100: 61, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 128 (Open d100: 141, Bonus: 3)]

... 25 points of damage!

Flames incinerate right leg to the bone. Not a pleasant sight.

He is knocked to the ground!

He is stunned!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 90 (Open d100: 59, Bonus: 63)]

He dodges out of the way!

Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.

Lylia gestures at Disean.

As Lylia moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Lylia!

... 1 point of damage!

Icy chill to Lylia's midriff. Looks like a bowl of nice hot stew is in order.

Alasatia chants a short phrase, embers leaping from her fingertips, as she clenches her hand into a smoke-shrouded fist.

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

As Alasatia moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Alasatia!

Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the frigid attack.

... 1 point of damage!

Icy chill to Alasatia's midriff. Looks like a bowl of nice hot stew is in order.

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Disean manages to jump out of the way!

Shinann: "I cannot find our second pylon."

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 57 (Open d100: 27, Bonus: 63)]

He dodges out of the way!

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 6 (Open d100: 19, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

The ground beneath Disean suddenly calms.

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Disean manages to jump out of the way!

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Disean manages to jump out of the way!

Leafiara: "Disean's come into the portal."

[ongoing combat against other attacking creatures]

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! One of the thorns jabs into him!

... hits for 15 points of damage!

... 5 points of damage!

Minor puncture to the left leg.

Raelee's eyes flash with fiery reds and oranges as she chants...

Raelee gestures at Disean.

As Raelee moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Raelee!

... 1 point of damage!

Brrrr! That was a good hit to the left leg! Knocked Raelee silly.

Alasatia utters a phrase of magic as a small flame dances across her fingertips.

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

As Alasatia moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Alasatia!

Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the frigid attack.

... 5 points of damage!

Brrrr! That was a good hit to the left leg! Knocked Alasatia silly.

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! One of the thorns jabs into him!

... hits for 10 points of damage!

... 5 points of damage!

Minor puncture to the left leg.

Leafiara: "Engaging in combat now."

[continued attacks stopped by the barrier; cutting those out of the log except the ones from characters/attacks/abilities not already shown to have tried]

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Disean manages to jump out of the way!

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Disean manages to jump out of the way!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 29 (Open d100: 47)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

As Geijon moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Geijon!

... 5 points of damage!

Geijon winces at the cold blast to the right arm.

Leifa gestures at Disean.

Disean seems to be distracted by something.

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! One of the thorns jabs into him!

... hits for 8 points of damage!

... 5 points of damage!

As Lauranathalasa moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Lauranathalasa!

... 1 point of damage!

Lauranathalasa winces at the cold blast to the right arm.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 7 (Open d100: 24, Bonus: 1)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Alasatia gestures slowly as the ground begins to tremble in response to her incantation...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean begins to boil violently!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 33 (Open d100: 63, Bonus: 4)]

He dodges out of the way!

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Dhairn draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean's eyes roll up into his head as he slumps to the ground.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

Disean is awakened by Leafiara's attack!

[SMR result: 45 (Open d100: 43, Bonus: 20)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 73 (Open d100: 72, Bonus: 23)]

He dodges out of the way!

As Falvicar moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Falvicar!

... 3 points of damage!

A chilly blow to the stomach winds Falvicar!

As Falvicar moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Falvicar!

... 1 point of damage!

Chilly blast to the chest causes heart to skip a beat.

Bits of flesh flake off of Raelee's skin, rising up into the air and turning to brightly burning cinders that whirl around her.

Raelee gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean boils with renewed vigor!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 30 (Open d100: 28, Bonus: 20)]

He dodges out of the way!

Disean stands up.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 1 (Open d100: 19)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 41 (Open d100: 48)]

He dodges out of the way!

Alasatia gestures slowly as the ground begins to tremble in response to her incantation...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean boils with renewed vigor!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: -10 (Open d100: 18, Bonus: 3)]

Dhairn exclaims, "Hah!"

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 142 (Open d100: 160)]

A rich tapestry of music weaves itself out of the air, and Disean pauses to listen.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 14 points of damage!

... 25 points of damage!

Disean's spinal cord swells, causing momentary paralysis.

He is stunned!

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! One of the thorns jabs into him!

... hits for 16 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Well aimed shot, punctures calf!

Disean is knocked to the ground!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 64 (Open d100: 59, Bonus: 27)]

He dodges out of the way!

Leifa gestures at Disean.

Some rapidly twisting creepers with tiny bright red flowers suddenly sprout from the ground and begin to thrash about violently!

The twisting creepers lash out violently at a snarling vapor hellhound, entangling it!

Melikor traces a burning rune into the air, melding the spiritual and elemental powers by sheer force of will.

Melikor gestures at Disean.

A stiff breeze begins to swirl around Disean.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 13 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Minor muscle tearing on Disean's right leg.

He is stunned!

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 26 (Open d100: 44)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 61 (Open d100: 75, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Alasatia gestures slowly as the ground begins to tremble in response to her incantation...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean boils with renewed vigor!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 38 (Open d100: 68, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 17 points of damage!

... 20 points of damage!

Bones from several fingers driven through Disean's skin.

He is stunned!

Bits of flesh flake off of Raelee's skin, rising up into the air and turning to brightly burning cinders that whirl around her.

Raelee gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean boils with renewed vigor!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 89 (Open d100: 69, Bonus: 38)]

He dodges out of the way!

Cryheart swings a perfect vultite greataxe at Disean! [must have slipped through when his barrier was down]

AS: +311 vs DS: +1040 with AvD: +40 + d100 roll: +28 = -661

A clean miss.

Melikor traces a burning rune into the air, melding the spiritual and elemental powers by sheer force of will.

Melikor gestures at Disean.

Melikor increases the intensity of the tempest raging on Disean impressively.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 32 (Open d100: 13, Bonus: 38)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 15 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Disean's skull cracks with an audible "Pop"!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 44 (Open d100: 15, Bonus: 43)]

He dodges out of the way!

The winds swirl and intensify around Disean, while dark clouds gather over his head.

Chaoswynd utters a sharp phrase, tiny thorns rippling across his arms in a wave that moves toward his hands.

Chaoswynd gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! One of the thorns jabs into him!

... hits for 13 points of damage!

... 5 points of damage!

Minor puncture to the left leg.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 17 points of damage!

... 20 points of damage!

Bones from several fingers driven through Disean's skin.

After a gentle concluding passage, the music surrounding Disean fades away.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 46 (Open d100: 13, Bonus: 47)]

He dodges out of the way!

The winds form into a sinister vortex surrounding Disean.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 76 (Open d100: 47, Bonus: 47)]

As Cryheart moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Cryheart!

... 1 point of damage!

Chilly blast to the chest causes heart to skip a beat.

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Avalera's skin, twinkling like stars, as she prepares a spell...

Avalera gestures at Disean.

Avalera's eyes glow with silver light, and a pillar of darkness manifests around Disean. Disean.

As Avalera moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Avalera!

... 1 point of damage!

Chilly blast to the chest causes heart to skip a beat.

With a faint flicker, the darkness fades away.

Guarrin swings a massive sledgehammer at Disean!

Disean skillfully dodges the attack!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 63 (Open d100: 70)]

He dodges out of the way!

Alasatia utters a phrase of magic as a small flame dances across her fingertips.

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

Alasatia's spiral-grained scepter glows intensely with a verdant light!

Alasatia tempestuously urges a writhing rivulet of auroral flame at Disean!

By amazing chance, Disean evades the bolt!

Disean clenches his fists and a wave of energy ripples across the ground, causing it to shake violently! You lose your footing and fall down.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 5 (Open d100: 12)]

He dodges out of the way!

A heated breeze rushes towards Disean.

Disean dodges the effects of the raging tempest.

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 74 (Open d100: 80)]

He dodges out of the way!

The ground beneath Disean suddenly calms.

Cruxophim: "Stitched together again, coming back out."

Disean swings a black blade at Raelee!

AS: +1030 vs DS: +858 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +79 = +284

... and hits for 75 points of damage!

Quick, powerful slash to Raelee's right knee!

She is stunned!

A heated breeze rushes towards Disean.

Disean dodges the effects of the raging tempest.

Geijon says, "Pull me up."

Large hailstones pound relentlessly on Disean.

Disean dodges the effects of the raging tempest.

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

AS: +1030 vs DS: +878 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +6 = +193

... and hits for 40 points of damage!

Strong slash to throat nicks a few blood vessels.

She is stunned!

Violent winds tighten around Disean.

... 5 points of damage!

Fingernail explodes!

Large rocks swirl around Disean.

... 10 points of damage!

Light blow to right arm.

Violent winds tighten around Disean.

Disean dodges the effects of the raging tempest.

Alasatia murmurs softly under her breath, preparing a spell...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

Disean is suddenly surrounded by a circle of crackling lightning.

As Alasatia moves to attack Disean, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Alasatia!

Alasatia's skin hardens for a moment and softens the attack!

Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the frigid attack.

... 5 points of damage!

Brrrr! That was a good hit to the right leg! Knocked Alasatia silly.

The crackling lightning slowly arcs around Disean once, then vanishes.

Violent winds tighten around Disean.

... 10 points of damage!

Blood vessels in arm burst!

Disean raises his hands toward the sky and a flash of icy blue light shoots forth from the tips of his fingers! The brilliant light swirls through the area, striking everyone in its path!

Leafiara is struck by a massive ball of ice...

... 1 point of damage!

Blow to her back connects lightly.

(damage to all)

Alasatia gestures slowly as the ground begins to tremble in response to her incantation...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean begins to boil violently!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 91 (Open d100: 89, Bonus: 5)]

He dodges out of the way!

Large rocks swirl around Disean.

... 15 points of damage!

Glancing blow to left eye scratches cornea!

He is stunned!

Zosopage draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean's eyes roll up into his head as he slumps to the ground.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 156 (Open d100: 31, Bonus: 129)]

... 40 points of damage!

Neck consumed in flame and charred to a crisp.

Disean drops dead at your feet!

Shadows leap from the surroundings, engulfing Disean's body!

Geijon says, "Avoid him."

Cruxophim: "Disean?"

Geijon says, "Lost child."

Dhairn says, "He ran."

Cryheart asks, "All ok?"

Falvicar quietly says, "I'm hurt, but I'll live."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Sir Cryheart's group just went east. (note: after returning to the group, Leafi hadn't joined)

Disean just arrived. [to Leafiara's room]

Disean positions himself to attack Leafiara.

The evanescent shield shrouding Leafiara flares to life and absorbs the oncoming blow. Before fading, it flickers with a pale incandescence.

Leafiara glances at Disean.

Alasatia just arrived. (having spotted him going west from Cryheart's position)

Leafiara smirks at Disean.

[The Demonwall]

Sections of the wall's ramparts have crumbled here, long ago destroyed by calamity and war. Far to the south, the tiny black forms of demonic creatures can be seen, like a thousand ants readying to march. You also see the palm frond-shaped Leafiara disk, a jaunty spring spirit that is flying around and a sturdy modwir trunk.

Also here: Alasatia, Disean, Arena Heroine Leafiara

Disean swings a black blade at Leafiara!

AS: +1030 vs DS: +798 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +9 = +278

... and hits for 47 points of damage!

Shot pierces a wrist!

She is stunned!

Turning inward, Leafiara focuses and appears to ground herself. A shimmering wave ripples outward from where she stands, expanding the evanescent shield about her.

Alasatia gestures slowly as the ground begins to tremble in response to her incantation...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean begins to boil violently!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 57 (Open d100: 57, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 40 (Open d100: 24, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

Alasatia evades the attack by inches!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: -25 (Open d100: -41, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 65 (Open d100: 49, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the crushing attack.

A burst of violet light surrounds Alasatia's tenebrous leathers as a series of violet and cobalt blue ethereal chains encase her body to protect against Disean's attack!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

AS: +1030 vs DS: +1082 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +56 = +39

A clean miss.

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 95 (Open d100: 79, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 29 (Open d100: 13, Bonus: 3)]

He dodges out of the way!

The ground beneath Disean suddenly calms.

Sir Cryheart's group just arrived.

Disean looks determined and focused.

In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Disean engages Alasatia in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

With no room to spare, Alasatia manages to parry the blow with her spiral-grained scepter!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

At the last moment, Alasatia parries the blow with her scepter!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

Alasatia dodges just in the nick of time!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

Alasatia dodges just in the nick of time!

A burst of violet light surrounds Alasatia's tenebrous leathers as a series of violet and cobalt blue ethereal chains encase her body to protect against Disean's attack!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

In the nick of time, Alasatia interposes her spiral-grained scepter between herself and the blow!

A burst of violet light surrounds Alasatia's tenebrous leathers as a series of violet and cobalt blue ethereal chains encase her body to protect against Disean's attack!

The glowing specks of energy surrounding Alasatia intensify!

Disean swings a black blade at Alasatia!

Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the puncture attack.

AS: +1030 vs DS: +927 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +45 = +183

... and hits for 43 points of damage!

Nailed in lower back!

She is stunned!

The raw elemental energy surrounding Alasatia suddenly sparks with electricity.

Zosopage draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean's eyes roll up into his head as he slumps to the ground.

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Disean clenches his fists and a wave of energy ripples across the ground, causing it to shake violently! You lose your footing and fall down.

Roundtime: 38 sec.

Speaking to Falvicar, Geijon asks, "This is of course a sensitive subject, but what is your father's name?"

Ysharra says, "That wasn't polite."

Speaking to Disean, Lylia says, "You wretched little bastard."

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Speaking defiantly to Disean, Leafiara says, "You can't handle all of us forever."

Dhairn draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Speaking calmly to Leafiara, Cruxophim commands, "Kill."

Elphieya: "Demonwall?"

Falvicar quietly says, "Oronthal..."

Dhairn draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean's eyes roll up into his head as he slumps to the ground.

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Leafiara assures, "Oh, I'm on it as much as I can be."

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

Disean is awakened by Leafiara's attack!

[SMR result: 79 (Open d100: 91, Bonus: 6)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Leifa gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to her aid...

Leifa gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Several of the thorns jab into him!

... hits for 15 points of damage!

... 5 points of damage!

Minor puncture to the right leg.

... hits for 4 points of damage!

... 10 points of damage!

Strike pierces thigh!

He is knocked to the ground!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 91 (Open d100: 82, Bonus: 28)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Leifa gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to her aid...

Leifa gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Several of the thorns jab into him!

... hits for 19 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Well aimed shot, punctures upper arm!

He is stunned!

... hits for 8 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Beautiful head shot!

That ear will be missed!

... hits for 17 points of damage!

... 20 points of damage!

Strike pierces calf!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 85 (Open d100: 62, Bonus: 41)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Leifa gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to her aid...

Leifa gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Several of the thorns jab into him!

... hits for 19 points of damage!

... 25 points of damage!

Neck skewered, sliding past the throat and spine! That looks painful.

He is stunned!

... hits for 19 points of damage!

Disean drops dead at your feet!

Shadows leap from the surroundings, engulfing Disean's body!

Falvicar quietly says, "Damn."

Dhairn says, "Nice shot chica."

Cryheart says, "Well done."

Leifa says, "Didn't like that gut punch."

[Leafi fogs over to Disean]

[Melgorehn's Reach, The Shadow]

You are in a grassy area which is presently darkened by the shadow of a peculiar mountain jutting from the ground. It is unusual in the fact that no other mountains exist in this area, and you can remember a time when there certainly wasn't one here. You also see a broad path.

Also here: Disean

Disean just went northeast.

(Leafi pursues and sees him go through the portal, but can't spot him afterward and returns to the group)

Leafiara says, "...saw him come back through the portal... he might be about, again."

Cruxophim: "Ayup."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Zosopage!

... 1 point of damage!

Strike to the chest breaks a rib!

Thadston: "Disean!"

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Ysharra in a shimmering wave!

... 4 points of damage!

Blood vessels in Ysharra's forehead burst, spraying blood everywhere.

She is stunned!

(damage to all)

Geijon says, "Ugh. Thadston."

A silvery ethereal arrow suddenly flies out of the shadows and strikes Geijon!

... 1 point of damage!

Strike pierces thigh!

He is knocked to the ground!

Cryheart: "Disean seen at the Demonwall."

Leafiara: "Out here, marshal. Somewhere through the portal."

Geijon says, "Come on."

[combat]

Lylia: "Come and get your son, Thadston. He is wreaking havoc."

[~800 lines of combat]

Lord Thadston just arrived.

Lord Thadston just went west.

[Thadston keeps wandering about looking for Disean]

Geijon says, "Disean is killing our defenders. Let's hope..."

Cryheart says, "Easterly."

Leafiara says, "Thadston's looking hard now."

Evia says, "Dad and Son night on the ole demonwall."

[combat]

Disean just arrived.

[combat]

Disean snarls menacingly!

Alasatia gestures slowly as the ground begins to tremble in response to her incantation...

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean begins to boil violently!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 79 (Open d100: 82)]

He dodges out of the way!

Cruxophim: "Give him a good spanking, if you please."

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 49 (Open d100: 36)]

He dodges out of the way!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 104 (Open d100: 89, Bonus: 3)]

A rich tapestry of music weaves itself out of the air, and Disean pauses to listen.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 1 points of damage!

... 10 points of damage!

Tendons in Disean's shield arm snap.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 1 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Minor muscle tearing on Disean's right leg.

He is stunned!

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 1 points of damage!

... 10 points of damage!

You snap the tendons in Disean's foot. Looks painful.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 1 points of damage!

... 20 points of damage!

Disean's spine warps and protrudes through skin.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 1 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Strips of flesh flayed from Disean's back.

After a gentle concluding passage, the music surrounding Disean fades away.

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 33 (Open d100: 11, Bonus: 10)]

He dodges out of the way!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 46 (Open d100: 23, Bonus: 13)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Geijon: "We've located him Thadston."

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 49 (Open d100: 26, Bonus: 10)]

He dodges out of the way!

Leifa gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to her aid...

Leifa gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Several of the thorns jab into him!

... hits for 25 points of damage!

... 20 points of damage!

Strike pierces calf!

He is knocked to the ground!

He is stunned!

... hits for 8 points of damage!

... 15 points of damage!

Well aimed shot, punctures calf!

Zosopage draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean is unaffected by Zosopage's gestures.

Dhairn draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean's eyes roll up into his head as his body goes limp on the ground.

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Disean awakens startled.

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 28 (Open d100: 44)]

He dodges out of the way!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

[SMR result: 56 (Open d100: 71, Bonus: 3)]

A distant melody gives Disean pause, but nothing comes of it.

Alasatia gestures at Disean.

The ground beneath Disean boils with renewed vigor!

Fiery debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 31 (Open d100: 64)]

He dodges out of the way!

Zosopage draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean is unaffected by Zosopage's gestures.

Leifa gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to her aid...

Leifa gestures at Disean.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Disean! Disean manages to jump out of the way!

A flash of icy blue light ripples over Disean, healing him of all of his wounds.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

Nothing happens. (hindrance)

Craggy debris explodes from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: 70 (Open d100: 86)]

He dodges out of the way!

The ground beneath Disean rumbles with renewed vigor!

Icy stalagmites burst from the ground beneath Disean!

[SMR result: -48 (Open d100: 26)]

He dodges out of the way!

Zosopage draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean's eyes glass over as a distant look takes over his expression.

Dhairn draws a glowing pattern in the air before Disean.

Disean's eyes roll up into his head as he slumps to the ground.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Disean.

Disean is awakened by Leafiara's attack!

[SMR result: 198 (Open d100: 194, Bonus: 23)]

A rich tapestry of music weaves itself out of the air, and Disean pauses to listen.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 35 points of damage!

... 25 points of damage!

Blood in Disean's weapon arm boils, sending up a red mist.

He is stunned!

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 35 points of damage!

... 25 points of damage!

Flesh flayed from Disean's right hand.

The music reaches a crescendo, and the sheer force of it staggers Disean for 35 points of damage!

... 50 points of damage!

Disean's lungs burst and so does his chest.

Disean drops dead at your feet!

Shadows leap from the surroundings, engulfing Disean's body!

(OOC: via familiar vision I see...)

A brilliant icy blue light illuminates the area, obscuring Disean in its radiance! When the light dims, Disean is gone.

[combat]

Cruxophim fondly purrs, "Mmmm, delicious bloood."

Xorus says, "They are magnificent beasts."

Speaking to Xorus, Geijon says, "Good thing none of them have eaten you tonight."

Dhairn says, "Next time you see him, interdict him from his mana. Should be a cake walk." (OOC: heh, a bit late on that since we no longer know the Interdiction spell)

Speaking deeply to himself, Guarrin mutters, "That's no way to go."

Alasatia glances at Disean and yawns.

Cryheart says, "Disean west." (OOC: westfrom the Cryblob; seeing his actions anyway via familiar)

Speaking to Xorus, Geijon says, "Don't want you ending up like that guy."

Alasatia says, "So."

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

Disean roars!

Disean goes to raise his black blade and Thadston comes barreling out of nowhere, screaming and charging at his son! Thadston leaps, tackling Disean at the abdomen and both men go tumbling over the side of the Demonwall and disappearing into a horde below!

Geijon asks, "What are you doing?"

Thrassus says, "Oh, that's not good."

Cruxophim evenly observes, "Well then."

Leafiara amicably says, "Nice work."

Cryheart says, "Hmmm."

Cruxophim: "I was... kidding."

Oronthal Revealed

Cryheart asks, "See which way they went?"

Speaking to Cryheart, Chaoswynd says, "Down."

Speaking to Cryheart, Melikor says, "Down."

Speaking slowly to Cryheart, Leafiara says, "Over the side."

Lylia says, "Down."

Geijon yells, "Thadston!"

Thrassus says, "Over the wall,"

Falvicar quietly says, "Save him."

Dhairn says, "That way."

Falvicar quietly says, "Thadston that is."

Cryheart says, "Cannae go down from here."

Thrassus says, "I doubt there's much left to save anyway."

Dhairn says, "Well then it's settled. We're going to have to toss the elf."

Berost: "Them dwarves still about town?"

Elphieya: "Yes."

Speaking in Faendryl, Xorus says something you don't understand.

Goldstr: "Aye."

Elphieya: "About 8 near me."

Xorus asks, "Raznel?"

Cryheart says, "Moving easterly."

Nearby, shadows move.

Cryheart says, "That is the way north."

[combat]

A voice from the shadows says, "You are convincing demons."

Cruxophim pleasantly remarks, "Thank you."

Leafiara wryly says, "No, that's just Crux."

Cryheart says, "We are nae demons."

Ysharra asks, "Do I look like a demon?"

Rasson says, "We are not demons."

Falvicar quietly says, "I am no demon. I am your son."

Speaking dubiously to Rasson, Cruxophim mutters, "Speak for yourself."

Xorus says, "More like demonic hybrids."

Oronthal steps into view.

Leafiara seriously affirms, "But, yes, more seriously... this is your son Falvicar."

Falvicar put an onyx-hued mithril wakizashi edged with eonake in his weapon harness.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "You're good with those arrows."

Leafiara: "We've made contact with Oronthal, Falvicar's father."

Falvicar briskly eases his mithril greathelm off with one smooth, sharp tug, taking care not to scrape it against his head, and holds the greathelm tucked against his side.

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Oronthal nocks an arrow in his longbow, but points it to the ground. Behind him a host of golvern-clad knights stand ready.

Speaking affably to Oronthal, Cruxophim greets, "Hello."

Cryheart says, "We are nae demons, sir."

Falvicar closes his eyes for a moment.

Falvicar gazes into Oronthal's eyes.

Speaking awkwardly to Cryheart, Cruxophim mutters, "Yes, of course."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "Dad."

Oronthal says, "What are you? Skinwalkers? What void do you come from?"

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "There might be some resemblance in some of us..."

Stilehe asks, "What be skinwalkers?"

Speaking quietly to Falvicar, Avalera says, "He'll listen to you, give him a moment."

Speaking heartily to Oronthal, Chamorr says, "Howdy."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Lazaryth in a shimmering wave!

... 9 points of damage!

Lazaryth's ribs warp and crack violently.

He is stunned!

(damage to all)

Cryheart says, "Nae...we come from Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven and perhaps Icemule."

Dhairn says, "Would help if you called off your archers."

Leafiara slowly says, "...I think those were the demons."

Razanetika softly exclaims, "Ow!"

Oronthal says, "I am the archer."

Maags says, "Problies is a bit disconcerting seeing us overcome the demons."

Geijon says, "We're from a city called Wehnimer's Landing. Long have we fought against a dark sorceror named Grishom Stone and his witch lieutenant Raznel or Rachel or Naimorai. We are here today continuing that fight."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I am a Blade of the Night. Falvicar... your son."

Cruxophim calmly reasons, "I mean, technically, we are extraplanar... and therefore demons."

Cryheart says, "We come from the year 5119."

Oronthal glances at Falvicar.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "One of your arrows slew me a bit ago. When my body collapsed, I went back to Wehnimer's Landing. We are connected there, by a portal."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Stilehe says, "Yer not makin this easy fer us with such talk."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "This happened because I'm not a demon."

Zosopage says, "Some of us you may even remember from your past."

Oronthal exclaims, "I have fallen victim to the great blood demon. It creates you! It gives you lies!"

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "I'm a person who's here to help you see the truth."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I'm... I'm much older now. Dad. I can use a sword quite well."

Avalera asks, "Do you have anything that might convince him?"

Lazaryth quietly says, "There must be something."

Cryheart says, "The only lie is your existence sir."

Oronthal exclaims, "We are at the Wall! This is war! You bleed and fight, but you are demons! Skinwalkers! From beyond all valences!"

Speaking calmly to Oronthal, Cruxophim suggests, "You should kill that one. He's the real murderer."

Cruxophim glances meaningfully at Falvicar.

Cryheart says, "You hae been here in the shadow world."

Leifa exasperatedly says, "Yet another delusional time traveller."

Lylia suggests, "Perhaps you...remember the inscription on a wedding ring? Or his anniversary date?"

Falvicar quietly says, "I am no Demon."

Falvicar squints at Oronthal.

Speaking to Oronthal, Geijon asks, "What is your last memory of your family, sir?"

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "We were born on Elanith, save for the Aelotoi here."

Shinann: "Well, I cannot leave town while it is being invaded."

Leafiara prompts, "...do you happen to recall a witch dragging you and your wife from your home?"

Speaking calmly to Falvicar, Cruxophim teases, "No? Did you not murder my previous lover?"

Speaking to Oronthal, Stilehe asks, "What can we tell ye to help prove to ye we are not skinwalkers?"

Rasson says, "We are at the memory of the wall..."

Oronthal exclaims, "When this war is done I shall return to my wife and son. YOU are an abomination! Do not utter his name again!"

Oronthal points at Falvicar.

Falvicar quietly exclaims, "I AM your son!"

The barrier of icy blue light that was surrounding Oronthal's form dissipates.

Oronthal gestures and curls of icy vapor whisper into existence, coalescing around his body to form a swirling barrier of blue light.

Falvicar squints at Oronthal.

Speaking to Oronthal, Evia says, "Demons are generally not very conversant, and as is apparent we are an incredibly chatty bunch."

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Lazaryth in a shimmering wave!

... 8 points of damage!

Strips of flesh flayed from Lazaryth's back.

He is stunned!

(damage to all)

Oronthal exclaims, "Liar!"

Ysharra says, "Ouch..."

Cryheart says, "He is your son, Oronthal."

Razanetika softly exclaims, "Ow!"

Cruxophim yells, "We're trying to talk here, do you mind?"

[combat throughout against incoming creatures]

Falvicar removes his white silk standard with a flourish.

Falvicar raises his white silk standard high into the air for all to see.

Falvicar waves his white silk standard around enthusiastically, whipping it back and forth through the air.

Oronthal stumbles back, taken aback by the crowd and bumps into a stone rampart. The rampart flickers for a moment.

Speaking to Oronthal, Leafiara offers, "He played with a wooden sword in a field... and you advised him to choose a path and train."

Speaking to Meureii, Geijon says, "Nice one."

Falvicar quietly says, "I am a Blade of Ronan. See this for yourself."

Speaking to Oronthal, Dhairn says, "Don't believe him. That's your perogative. But neither hinder us from ridding you and your soldiery from these demons."

Falvicar stares at Oronthal.

Speaking to Oronthal, Maags exclaims, "Perhaps jus listen to yous son a moment. This is going to be confusing!"

Leifa demands, "Why don't you obtain proof before condemning as lies?"

Falvicar shows Oronthal his white silk standard.

Falvicar slides both of his heels outward, and seems to be simultaneously admiring and showing off the onyx sword ornamentation on his spurs.

Falvicar wears a silver and white silk standard emblazoned with a black sword, securing it to show over his shoulder.

Speaking to Oronthal, Avalera says, "Sir, I know it's hard to believe, but he is. He is my closest friend, and let me tell you, he is one of the most honorable men I know. You should be very proud of him."

Maags says, "Gives him a few moment. I mean even when yous wake in the morning yous feel disconcerting."

Oronthal says, "Witchcraft. It requires only a spell or a seer to know the words of the past." (referring to Leafi)

Speaking gently to Oronthal, Leafiara says, "We offer no sword or spell against you... only hope that you might hear us out."

Oronthal slips away into the shadows.

Maags says, "Oh no."

Leafiara concedes, "...well, you've got me there, yeah." (regarding the memories)

Razanetika softly says, "And he's gone."

Leafiara says, "...well then."

Xorus says, "That is, indeed, what I do."

Falvicar frowns.

Running Rampant Ruining Ramparts

The stone rampart flickers.

Zosopage says, "Hrmm."

Thrassus says, "Looks like it will have to be done the hard way."

Avalera says, "He'll be back, it's all right."

Speaking to Falvicar, Leifa says, "You have failed to convince him and we all suffer."

Cryheart bashes at the stone rampart with his vultite greataxe!

Cryheart says, "Ok..we stand firm here."

Geijon: "Oronthal is being elusive. Reports from th' Landing on Brumas and th' dwarves?"

Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.

Lylia channels at a large stone rampart.

A large stone rampart becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!

Falvicar sighs.

Ysharra says, "Why would he believe us? We offer him something worse than the Demonwall."

Speaking quietly to Ysharra, Lazaryth says, "I'm not sure it is worse."

Geijon says, "It can take time to process."

Speaking curiously to Ysharra, Leafiara asks, "Do we? Peace in death, instead of this endless illusion?"

Geijon says, "Let him think."

Shinann: "Have not seen him... just a lot of dwarves."

Elphieya: "Still many dwarves around town."

Melikor gestures at a large stone rampart.

A large stone rampart becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!

[gradually others pick up on the idea of destroying the rampart]

Falvicar yells, "What can I do to prove to you, Dad?"

A flash of crimson light erupts in the distance and a wave of rippling energy quickly spreads out, rushing over Stilehe in a shimmering wave!

... 16 points of damage!

Stilehe's stomach muscles ripped apart violently.

He is stunned!

(damage to all)

Speaking to Falvicar, Leafiara sighs, "If you'd learned more from him before his death, maybe you could show that you still remember the lessons... but it seemed Raznel got to him before he taught you much."

Speaking to Falvicar, Dhairn says, "He's watching from the shadows. No way a father would risk you telling the truth and shun you. Go prove it to him. Let's kill this demon."

Cruxophim recites:

"Bash the ramparts!"

Geijon says, "Ugh."

Cryheart says, "Nothing."

[lots of bashing and disintegrating the rampart]

Shinann: "Still lots of dwarves."

Geijon says, "Thadston went over th' edge with Disean."

Zosopage bashes at the stone rampart with his etched vultite falchion!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Cryheart says, "Perhaps if we bash all of the ramparts."

Speaking heartily to Falvicar, Chamorr says, "Remind him of how you used the wooden swords in the woods."

The area seems to change.

Speaking to Cryheart, Lazaryth says, "Perhaps. I honestly don't know what else to do."

[combat]

Speaking softly to a ruined stone rampart, Razanetika asks, "Hello! Anyone home?"

Leafiara suddenly says, "Come to think of it, how does he not believe us when he's been watching us kill these fiends all night? ...this paragon process must -really- do a number on people's perceptions..."

>look

[The Demonwall]

The activity along the Demonwall here is now frozen, the air shimmering, everything motionless and eerily quiet. It is as if time itself has now stood still, unwilling to move. Only the sky shifts, its brazen hues dripping like melting wax. You also see a red-horned abyssal dreadlord, a green zircon, a bone-inlaid steel sword, a bleached bone wristlet, a bone-inlaid steel sword, the palm frond-shaped Leafiara disk, the toy-stuffed Shaelethe disk, the Zosopage disk, the Dhairn disk, a black-toed saddleback foxhound, a sinuous bone white serpent, a volatile aurora spirit that is flying around, a jaunty spring spirit that is flying around and a ruined stone rampart.

[combat]

Thrassus says, "There is another to the west."

Cryheart says, "There are several, aye."

You peer west and see ...

[The Demonwall]

Wispy trails of black smoke coil up in the distance, merging with the dark clouds overhead. The land to the south is almost black itself, suffocated by the swarm of demons laying in wait. You also see a smoky fire-eyed gloom beast and a large stone rampart.

Geijon says, "Lots of ramparts..."

The area seems to slow down and everything in it, except you, freezes.

Ysharra says, "It's a wall."

Xorus says, "Mm."

Leafiara suspiciously says, "...well then..."

Rasson says, "We could try not killing the next wave."

Lazaryth quietly says, "Now this is new."

Dhairn says, "The... compass."

Falvicar quietly asks, "Dad?"

Cryheart says, "Time has slowed here."

Geijon: "Status in town?"

Cryheart says, "See if he comes out."

Speaking tentatively to Falvicar, Leafiara asks, "...your mother wasn't a wizard, was she?" (wizards being able to use temporal magic)

Shinann: "Lots of dwarves... what is happening there?"

Leafiara: "...time seems to have... stopped."

Falvicar sadly asks, "Dad?"

Cryheart: "We tried to convince Oronthal, that Falvicar is his son."

Leafiara suddenly asks, "Wait a minute. Did Thadston trap him in the coffin?" (OOC: her thought process here would be that those trapped in bane coffins are in stasis, so if Thadston had put Oronthal in one then maybe the time pocket under his control would also enter stasis)

Cryheart: "He disappeared again."

Geijon: "Thadston tackled Disean into th' Wizardwaste beyond th' wall. Oronthal, Falvicar's father appeared, but thinks we skinwalkers or demons."

Leafiara tentatively asks, "No, he -must- have been saving that for Disean, right...?"

Speaking thoughtfully to Leafiara, Cruxophim speculates, "Mebbe."

Lazaryth asks, "Who?"

Geijon: "We're facing sporadic demonic attacks."

Maags says, "He will listen. He will not risk that this is not trulys his son."

A deep voice shouts, "They are attacking sections of the Wall! The skinwalkers mean to unleash the evil into all of the Empire! Stop them!"

Geijon says, "Mmm."

Ysharra says, "Skinwalkers, huh."

Leafiara tentatively says, "Hmm."

Xorus says, "This is correct."

Geijon says, "Brace."

Melikor says, "Meh."

Cryheart yells, "Oronthal, come speak with your son!"

Maags says, "I think....that means us."

Dhairn says, "Disean."

Melikor says, "There are more sections of the wall to destroy, to the west."

Cryheart says, "We are the so-called demons."

Cruxophim loudly bellows, "Burn 'em all!"

Cryheart says, "He came out here."

Falvicar yells, "Dad... How do you call me a demon? What makes you think this? How can we prove we are not?"

Melikor says, "There are more sections of the wall to destroy, to the west." [given a monsterbold by Kenstrom here to help us figure out what to do]

Speaking to Cryheart, Geijon says, "It seems we need to break th' wall and overwhelm th' time pocket."

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[The Demonwall]

Wispy trails of black smoke coil up in the distance, merging with the dark clouds overhead. The land to the south is almost black itself, suffocated by the swarm of demons laying in wait. You also see a sinewy necrotic hag and a large stone rampart.

[combat and bashing]

Melikor says, "Likely not."

Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia remarks something you don't understand.

Leafiara petitions the local flame spirits as flickers of pale flame surround her hands...

Leafiara gestures at a large stone rampart.

A stream of fire hits a large stone rampart, causing a few chips of stone to fall off.

Geijon says, "This isn't th' true wall."

[900 lines of combat and bashing]

Leafiara nonchalantly says, "Guess the imperials can't make walls quite like the dwarves since fire can destroy these."

[bashing, spells]

'Falvicar bashes at the stone rampart with his bastard sword!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Balley: "Still a lot of dwarves around town."

[At this point there are another 18500 lines before we finish destroying the ramparts, so in the interest of "brevity" (yeah, I know, I know... :P), just assume we're doing all kinds of travel, combat, bashing, healing, getting blasted by arrows, getting shot by more red waves, etc. I'll leave in the final hits dealt to ramparts, vathors, and oculoths and that's about it.]

Cryheart: "We are currently bashing ramparts."

Dhairn asks, "Does taking down the ramparts of the demonwall sound like a bad idea to anyone else?"

Speaking to Dhairn, Leafiara reminds, "It's only an illusion world. What's the worst that could happen?"

Thrassus says, "No, because these are illusions."

Leafiara admits, "I mean, we're gonna find out, I'm sure."

Geijon asks, "Where is Goblyn?"

Speaking to Dhairn, Avalera says, "It doesn't fill me with happy thoughts, no. But they're illusions, so it matters little."

Stilehe bashes at the stone rampart with his vultite maul!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +790 vs DS: +425 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +40 = +437

... and hits for 173 points of damage!

Massive blow punches a hole through the red-eyed vathor's chest!

Leafiara says, "Blow the cloud away..." (hellhound cloud)

Elphieya: "Need a more powerful person to north ring road for three dead. If I go there will be a fourth dead."

Lazaryth says, "I suppose the worst that could happen is we'll be overwhelmed by demons and all end up in town square. And the man escapes."

Shinann: "What militia is in town?"

Lazaryth says, "..and we fail to defeat Raznel."

Melikor gestures at a large stone rampart.

A large stone rampart becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Speaking to Ysharra, Lazaryth says, "It does sound bad, actually, doesn't it."

Dhairn asks, "Except we're in the past. So what happens if the demon wall never stood?"

Lazaryth says, "But I don't know what else to do."

Melikor exclaims, "Onward!"

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Elphieya: "Legionnaires and myrmidons are on north ring road."

Speaking to Lazaryth, Ysharra says, "I'm not leaving the Landing to die."

Lazaryth says, "..just thinking aloud."

Thrassus says, "Blasted archer..." (we were getting shot at again)

Ysharra says, "Ouch..."

A deep voice echoes, "They are destroying the Wall! TO arms, TO arms! Stop them from releasing the scourge!"

Melikor gestures at a large stone rampart.

A large stone rampart becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Dhairn says, "Uh huh."

Roelaren: "Oh my godz so many of those things on n ring road and about 3 or 4 dead ones right there."

Cryheart says, "Gads."

Speaking amusedly to Melikor, Leafiara observes, "Two in a row."

Speaking to Cryheart, Geijon says, "Been there."

Cryheart says, "Moving west."

Thrassus says, "I have an arrow protruding from my ribs."

Speaking deeply to Geijon, Guarrin says, "The city."

Speaking to Guarrin, Geijon says, "I'll go get them."

Melikor gestures at a large stone rampart.

A large stone rampart becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Speaking to Melikor, Leafiara exclaims, "Three in a row!"

Cryheart says, "One more." (meaning one more down, not one more left)

Dhairn says, "I know I dropped my arm somewhere around here."

Skipjack: "It seems the dwarves are getting much stronger in the landing."

Warclaidh looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Warclaidh whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +791 vs DS: +383 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +93 = +533

... and hits for 169 points of damage!

Warclaidh swings a shoddy battle axe at a huge black red-eyed vathor!

AS: +791 vs DS: +414 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +9 = +418

... and hits for 162 points of damage!

Blow cracks a rib and punctures a lung.

Breathing becomes a challenge.

The fire surrounding a huge black red-eyed vathor flares up wildly, then is snuffed out instantly.

Guarrin swings a massive sledgehammer at a gigantic murky oculoth!

AS: +623 vs DS: +356 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +82 = +388

... and hits for 127 points of damage!

A gigantic murky oculoth's suddenly crashes to the ground, its hundreds of eyes chaotically spasming through a myriad of colors before going dim.

Elphieya: "The square is currently surrounded. I am unsure their strength."

Zosopage bashes at the stone rampart with his black vultite falchion!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Cryheart says, "Ok..destroyed."

Ysharra asks, "If the ramparts are part of one's memory, what does destroying them do to the rest of your world?"

Xorus says, "Trepanation."

Leifa says, "Let's finish the blokes off."

Ysharra says, "Ouch..."

Xorus says, "There was once a city wall that itself was a great demon. It slowed time within it to a hundredth its normal rate."

Cryheart says, "Amen to ouch."

Rasson says, "Very ouch on that last one." (red wave)

Evia says, "Sheesh."

Lazaryth says, "This is getting bad." (indeed, the more of them we destroyed the stronger the retaliation became)

Falvicar bashes at the stone rampart with his bastard sword!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Cryheart says, "One more." (OOC: in this case meaning only one left; to put this in perspective about the intensifying resistance, there are still over 6300 lines before we destroy the last one)

Melikor says, "Me as well."

Leafiara gasps, "Almost.... there..." (at this point we're brutally injured from red waves with only one or perhaps two healers, as the battle in the Landing had also gotten more difficult with dwarven champions)

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Leifa says, "I think it's safe to assume they can heal us all at least every few minutes."

A deep voice echoes, "Stop the skinwalkers! We are all that stands against the end of our world! The end of our people!"

Chamorr heartily says, "Wow, nice."

Leafiara: "What types of battlers do they look like?"

The echoing shout of golvern-clad knights rises up as a host of soldiers rush towards the last rampart!

[~3000 lines of combat]

Speaking to Lylia, Xorus asks, "They do know our people live quite comfortably on the same side of this wall as the demons?"

Cruxophim just arrived.

Speaking relievedly to Cruxophim, Leafiara says, "Just the friendly face we needed." (due to healer shortage)

Speaking to Xorus, Lylia says, "No..."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Ysharra says, "She's not wrong."

Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia adds something you don't understand.

Cruxophim wryly muses, "Working on it."

Speaking in Faendryl, Xorus says something you don't understand.

Lylia echoes, "Yes, demons."

Shinann: "They are getting stronger here."

Shinann: "Might be heralding the arrival of their leader... no idea. Going to look if I can."

Leafiara: "Keep us posted! We've nearly destroyed the Demonwall!"

Ysharra says, "Ouch."

Ysharra says, "Ouch..."

Evia says, "Well shoot."

Leafiara determinedly exclaims, "They're getting desperate!"

Leafiara bashes at the stone rampart with her white ora slasher!

The stone rampart crumbles apart and suddenly the entire area blurs and the air shimmers before the environs shift then go motionless.

A ruined stone rampart collapses in a pile of rubble!

Speaking to Evia, Ruffelin exclaims, "They're already shootin!"

Cryheart says, "Destryed."

All On Oronthal

Falvicar yells, "Dad, Come show yourself! Let me prove I am nae a demon, but your son!"

Oronthal stumbles out of the shadows.

Speaking affably to Oronthal, Leafiara says, "...welcome back."

Falvicar moves to stand in front of Oronthal.

With deliberate slowness, Falvicar sheathes his bastard sword in his pure white scabbard.

Speaking heartily to Oronthal, Chamorr says, "Peace."

Falvicar put an onyx-hued mithril wakizashi edged with eonake in his weapon harness.

Cryheart says, "We did come in peace, Sir."

Xorus whispers something to Lylia.

Speaking soothingly to Oronthal, Cruxophim urges, "Calm."

Cryheart says, "And we did aid in attacking the true demons."

Dhairn says, "More than aid, from the looks of it."

Oronthal looks around, fixated on the shimmering air and the broken patches of the Demonwall. He pauses to stare at the demons, frozen in the sky, fires in the distance no longer flickering.

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "You told me if something ever happened to you and Mom for me to leave and go as far north as possible. We were going to head to Barret's Gorge.. but you and Mom never came back."

Falvicar sighs.

Oronthal slowly empties his lungs.

Oronthal says, "...this is not real."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I was still playing with my wooden sword on the practice targets."

Cryheart says, "Aye."

Speaking to Oronthal, Melikor says, "It is not."

Speaking to Goblyn, Geijon says, "Never know."

Speaking calmly to Oronthal, Avalera says, "What is real is Falvicar."

Oronthal gestures around to the frozen time-stopped world. He looks up at the sky, which begins to slowly melt.

Cryheart says, "We come from the time period of 5119."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ruffelin says, "Aye, tha's th' point. This ... this is nae real. Yer son is real."

Speaking to Oronthal, Leafiara says, "The boy you remembered just training with a wooden blade... now he wields one of the finer real ones I've ever seen."

Oronthal asks, "5119?"

Oronthal blinks.

Oronthal says, "That would make you..."

Cryheart says, "Aye sir."

Oronthal glances at Falvicar.

Falvicar nods.

Falvicar quietly says, "5119."

Falvicar nods.

Speaking quietly to Falvicar, Avalera says, "Step forward, show him who you are."

Falvicar moves to stand in front of Oronthal.

Oronthal moves to stand in front of Falvicar.

Dhairn says, "Go."

Evia says, "Phew."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I joined Lord Redding."

Cryheart says, "Let them speak."

Speaking quietly to Falvicar, Avalera says, "It's all right. You'll be fine."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "I have two daughters, and while I know we haven't been through this...I'd like to think I would know them, even still."

Oronthal looks down at his hand.

Geijon: "Oronthal may be aware."

>look oront

You see Oronthal Jalcon the Night Archer.

He appears to be a Sylvankind.

He is average height. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has piercing ether blue eyes and golden brown skin. He has long, sleek black hair tied back with a silver arrow-shaped clasp. He has a delicate face, a classical nose and slightly pointed ears.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a grooved night black longbow in his left hand.

He is wearing a black golvern greathelm, a dark silver locket, a silver-lined back quiver, some fitted black leather armor, a polished dark silver wedding band, a pocketed black leather belt, a silver-bound black leather scabbard, a pair of loose black breeches, and a pair of dark suede boots.

Leafiara: "It seems he is, aye."

Speaking to Oronthal, Soneiken says, "You are a hero, you saved your Son's life along with his Mother, your Wife, but to do so, you had to make choices no father or husband should make."

Oronthal moves to stand in front of Falvicar.

Falvicar tilts his head toward Oronthal, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Oronthal puts his hand behind Falvicar's head.

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Oronthal looks into Falvicar's eyes for a moment, his own tearing up, and he pulls his son into a hug.

Falvicar hugs Oronthal.

Evia says, "Ooooh."

Roelaren: "Have we cleaned the town yet."

Oronthal says, "You lived. The witch and her apprentice did not get you...."

Speaking earnestly to Oronthal, Leafiara opines, "Your son lives and laughs and loves. He's grown into a fine man and a fine hero."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I ran to Icemule."

Avalera whispers something to Falvicar.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "You were able to save him, with your sacrifice."

Oronthal says, "But..."

Oronthal glances down at his hand.

Oronthal says, "Not all of them."

(Falvicar appears to be holding back his tears.)

Speaking quietly to Falvicar, Avalera says, "You may not have much time to tell him what you wish to."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "Tell us what you remember."

Oronthal says, "Your mother was with child. I did not know."

Oronthal nods at Falvicar.

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I.. didn't know til a few nights ago.. I wish I knew him... or her."

Falvicar sighs.

Oronthal says, "I know now. And in my heart...your sister would have grown to stand in the same glory you do today. I know it."

Falvicar sighs.

Falvicar nods.

Oronthal looks down at his hand.

Soneiken whispers something to Falvicar.

Leafiara whispers something to Falvicar.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "There is so much loss up here."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I am sorry I couldn't save you back then. I tried to grow stronger and practiced like you said."

Falvicar nods.

Oronthal says, "I have never known so much pain. Seeing...seeing them lost broke my spirit. But the witch and that man...her apprentice or lover, I am not sure. They broke me more."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "Rachel and Peter."

Oronthal asks, "You will live long, and find love?"

Oronthal peers quizzically at Falvicar.

Meureii: "Just some stragglers it looks like now."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I.. will try."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "Tell us about Peter. Her apprentice."

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "But I follow Ronan now."

Oronthal glances at Ysharra.

Oronthal asks, "Is that their names?"

Ysharra nods at Oronthal.

Ysharra says, "It is."

Oronthal says, "Ronan is a good choice. Your mother's chosen."

Oronthal nods at Falvicar.

Falvicar quietly says, "Peter and Rachel are their names. They go by Pylasar and Raznel now."

Falvicar nods.

Falvicar smiles.

Oronthal says, "The witch and her apprentice..."

As Falvicar draws a high steel bastard sword, the air along the blade distorts.

Oronthal shakes his head.

Falvicar shows Oronthal his bastard sword.

Oronthal asks, "They are not dead, I presume?"

Avalera looks over at Oronthal and shakes her head.

Falvicar quietly says, "Pylasar is trying to atone."

Zosopage says, "Not yet but they will be."

Shinann: "I went back to the Demonwall because it was looking clear. Let me know if more show up, please."

Speaking cautiously to Oronthal, Leafiara explains, "Peter is trying to atone now, by helping us to end Rachel. ...that's how we came to be here."

Oronthal says, "They should be."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Oronthal asks, "ATONE?"

Ysharra says, "They threaten us now. At least, Rachel does."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Rasson says, "The apprentice is trying to help us take her down."

Falvicar quietly says, "He's been helping us go after Raznel."

Falvicar nods reassuringly at Oronthal.

Ysharra says, "She has set a plague upon our home, killing the crops, livestock, and now the people."

Oronthal glances at Falvicar.

Falvicar nods.

Falvicar quietly says, "I am not going to argue."

Falvicar nods.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "And she is using what is left of you and several others to work this magic of hers."

Zosopage says, "I think he doesn't intend to live long after Raznel is dead."

Oronthal whispers something to Falvicar.

(OOC: Falvicar's player came to me with these:

Oronthal leans over and whispers, "There is no atonement. Avenge us. They both must pay."

Falvicar whispers, "They both will get what is coming to them. Raznel especially."

Falvicar whispers, "I love you father. I wish I can save you.")

Leafiara quietly says, "...it's true, the past cannot change no matter what he does now. And I don't think Peter intends to survive in the battle against her."

Oronthal asks, "Using me?"

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Speaking to Zosopage, Leafiara says, "...if even that long."

Oronthal asks, "This...is not just torture?"

Lylia softly says, "Torture, but torture with a purpose."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "She is using you as an anchor for her power. To keep her strong and immortal."

Xorus says, "She has made you something akin to the phylactery of a lich."

Cryheart says, "You are what we call a paragon."

Falvicar nods firmly.

Oronthal sighs.

Gnaeusprimus says, "Uh, enhanced interrogation. Not torture."

Speaking to Oronthal, Geijon says, "Your existence lets her live."

Oronthal asks, "Then I am dead. Aren't I?"

Oronthal says, "You have not come to save me."

Falvicar sighs.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "Making herself so we cannot kill her. And yes. You are."

Falvicar looks downright miserable.

Oronthal says, "But to kill me."

Speaking to Oronthal, Leifa says, "You were correct that this wasn't quite what you thought..."

Falvicar quietly says, "I wish I could save thee, father."

Falvicar sighs.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "We have. We have come to save your memory. Your son has."

Xorus says, "The edge of life, unliving."

Elphieya: "Things seem quiet for now."

Falvicar quietly says, "I'd give anything for you to live."

Speaking to Oronthal, Geijon says, "Not entirely. You can choose to depart and be released."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Speaking to Oronthal, Geijon says, "But you will not live."

Cryheart says, "We are releasing ye so ye can travel through Lorminstra's gate, where she waits for ye."

Zosopage asks, "Is there any way to make that happen?"

Leifa sadly says, "Being stuck is no way to spend eternity."

Speaking to Oronthal, Evia says, "If we only knew how we could...but we don't."

Geijon: "Th' dwarves receded?"

Oronthal nods.

Oronthal asks, "How long do we have?"

Falvicar sighs.

Oronthal peers quizzically at Falvicar.

Neopuron: "Town secure."

Avalera softly says, "Not long, I'd say."

Falvicar quietly says, "I.... I don't know this magic stuff."

Falvicar gibbers incoherently.

A speck of flesh falls from Oronthal's hand like ash.

Oronthal frowns.

Falvicar sighs.

Thrassus says, "I would say not that much longer."

Speaking to Oronthal, Geijon says, "Time enough for goodbye."

Leafiara distantly says, "...about that long, yeah."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "That's your choice, then."

Speaking softly to Oronthal, Razanetika says, "Only a few moments..."

Goldstr says, "Nae long."

Oronthal whispers something to Falvicar.

(OOC: Oronthal leans over and whispers, "I love you son. Carry on our legacy. Do right, bring honor. Defend the lands.")

Speaking quietly to Oronthal, Falvicar says, "I can try to see if I can take your final rest place to the shrine of dreams if you'd like.. or whereever ye wish."

Falvicar nods reassuringly at Oronthal.

Falvicar hugs Oronthal.

Zosopage says, "Perhaps time enough to spend a few moments alone."

Oronthal says, "No."

(Falvicar starts to wipe tears from his eyes with his hands.)

Speaking gently to Falvicar, Cruxophim murmurs, "He can't leave this place."

Oronthal says, "I shall not die as a crumbling pillar of sand."

Oronthal says, "I shall die as a warrior."

Oronthal says, "If this world is of my making, then so must my end be."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "It is your life to end as you wish."

Dhairn says, "He's going out there."

Speaking to Oronthal, Soneiken says, "You will pass with Honor of a warrior, here in view of your Kin, the best Honor, one of a true Hero."

Oronthal slings a grooved night black longbow over his shoulder.

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Oronthal says, "Son..."

Falvicar closes his eyes for a moment.

Oronthal moves to stand in front of Falvicar.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "I do not know what awaits you. Peace, at the least, for knowing the truth, at last."

Speaking to Oronthal, Leafiara says, "...when you do meet your end, rest in peace, assured that your son does us all proud every day."

Falvicar quietly asks, "Yes... Dad?"

Falvicar ponders.

Oronthal says, "End them. Avenge us. And always follow your path. Wield that which you learn. Be a shield to those who cannot yet hold their own."

Oronthal looks down at his hand.

Falvicar sadly says, "I will."

Falvicar quietly says, "I miss you."

Falvicar sighs.

Oronthal says, "My..my blade. It is gone in the battle....if I had it ever at all."

Oronthal asks, "Do you?"

Oronthal peers quizzically at Falvicar.

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Speaking to Falvicar, Goldstr says, "A true Knight yer father be."

Cruxophim whispers something to Ysharra.

Falvicar quietly says, "Do I? I do miss you. I often wondered what happened."

Falvicar nods.

Speaking to Falvicar, Leifa says, "He's missing his weapon and wants to know if ye have it."

Falvicar quietly says, "Ohh."

Falvicar blushes a florid shade of crimson.

Falvicar quietly says, "I.. don't think I do."

Falvicar quietly says, "We can find it."

Oronthal slowly empties his lungs.

Oronthal cocks his head and examines the silver wedding band.

Oronthal glances at a claidhmore.

Oronthal says, "I suppose one of those will do..."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "It's nearly as long as your legs."

Leifa kicks the claidhmore and it instantly breaks apart and decays.

Leifa violently shakes her head in the negative, causing several strands of manelike hair to fall free from its bindings.

Leifa says, "These are dust, too."

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "It'll make a fine thing to batter and slash the hellhounds with."

Speaking helpfully to Falvicar, Cruxophim suggests, "Lend him your sword."

Oronthal kneels down.

Oronthal continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Oronthal stands up.

Cryheart says, "May Kai bless ye when ye see him."

Oronthal slides a polished dark silver wedding band off his finger.

Falvicar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Oronthal moves to stand in front of Falvicar.

Falvicar quietly says, "Father... I can give thee a knife I had."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Oronthal takes Falvicar's hand and places the band inside of his palm.

Oronthal offers Falvicar a polished dark silver wedding band.

Falvicar removes a gleaming white ora knife with copper-threaded silk wound about its hilt from in his weapon harness.

Falvicar blinks at Oronthal.

Oronthal nods at Falvicar.

Falvicar accepts Oronthal's silver wedding band.

Falvicar offers Oronthal a gleaming white ora knife with copper-threaded silk wound about its hilt.

Oronthal accepts Falvicar's white ora knife.

Falvicar quietly says, "I had that since I was at Trace."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Falvicar quietly says, "I.. tried to be a cleric.. but it just wasn't me."

Oronthal says, "It will serve well and bite the flesh of a demon."

Oronthal says, "My last demon."

Falvicar hugs Oronthal.

Oronthal grips his knife, holding it ready at his side.

Oronthal's entire body tenses as he tightens his grip on his white ora knife.

Oronthal gently rests his hand on Falvicar's shoulder.

Oronthal nods at Falvicar.

Speaking to Oronthal, Ysharra says, "I'm so sorry."

Oronthal glances around at those gathered.

Falvicar hugs Oronthal.

Oronthal says, "Thank you everyone."

Falvicar quietly says, "I will be your living legacy."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Speaking earnestly to Oronthal, Leafiara promises, "We're with him always. He's a dear friend."

Oronthal says, "For breaking this prison."

Speaking softly to Oronthal, Razanetika says, "May peace be upon you."

Dhairn says, "No need to thank me. You're going to fight a demon. Thank you."

Speaking heartily to Oronthal, Chamorr says, "Rest well warrior."

Avalera gives Falvicar a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Lazaryth quietly says, "You've been the bravest, I think."

Oronthal says, "Now me help in your quest to end the witch."

Leifa says, "We're glad you stopped running."

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Cryheart says, "A pleasure to meet Falvicar's father, Sir."

Avalera nods in agreement at Oronthal.

Falvicar smiles at Avalera.

Oronthal says, "One more run..."

Oronthal raises his white ora knife in triumph!

Falvicar gazes with awe at Oronthal.

Falvicar quietly says, "Father."

Cryheart says, "Give em Lornon."

Falvicar whispers something to Oronthal.

Falvicar nods at Oronthal.

Speaking to Cryheart, Ysharra says, "Cute, but we might need our moon."

Falvicar points at Avalera.

Avalera raises an eyebrow in Falvicar's direction.

Falvicar nods slowly at Oronthal.

Falvicar smiles slightly.

Oronthal rushes off along the Demonwall, moving past segments of broken ramparts and time-stopped air. He slips beyond that and reaches the very end, where a host of demons and beasts await him. He leaps into the air, spinning like a twirling shadow, his white ora knife poised to strike! He lands heroically into the midst of the demons, slashing, stabbing, spinning, and ultimately vanishing within the writhing mass of enemies. For a brief moment, flakes of ash can be seen crumbling to the ground between the bodies of the demonic host.

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Falvicar sighs.

Avalera turns to face Falvicar.

Cryheart says, "Ok..time to head home."

Falvicar kneels down.

Ysharra says, "...we should have asked him more about Peter. I just...didn't want to make his last moments about his killers."

Avalera kneels down.

Falvicar bursts into tears!

Cryheart says, "Your father did all proud."

Evia says, "Well give him a few seconds..."

The skies begin to melt more rapidly.

Zosopage says, "A true warrior's end."

Goldstr exclaims, "Wow!"

Cryheart says, "Ok..time to head home."

Speaking to Ysharra, Goblyn says, "This is correct, though; his killers."

Thrassus says, "We'd best not linger."

Ruffelin says, "Though, methinks we dinnae hae lang."

[travel begins]

Leifa says, "It's really a blessing to have one last time with a loved one."

Evia says, "Abrupt, could give him a moment."

Speaking to Goblyn, Ysharra asks, "You know something, don't you?"

Speaking quietly to Ysharra, Leafiara says, "...I'm not sure if it matters... I'm very certain Pylasar doesn't intend to survive this."

Leifa says, "Ye left him actually." (left Falvicar (and Avalera) since he was kneeling)

Leafiara mentions, "Kinda lost Falvicar..."

Speaking slowly to Ysharra, Goblyn says, "I do know many things, Ysharra."

[travel back]

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Speaking to Leafiara, Goblyn wonders, "Maybe he will like to be lost in this place?"

Lylia asks, "And what of Thadston?"

Falvicar closes his eyes for a moment.

Cryheart says, "We must hurry."

Speaking to Goblyn, Ysharra asks, "You know I adore you, right?"

(Falvicar wipes the tears from his eyes.)

[Falvicar joins up; travel]

Speaking tentatively to Goblyn, Leafiara says, "I'm not sure he can stay even if he wants to... place is fading quick."

Zosopage says, "The bubble will close with us in it if we're aren't quick enough."

Thrassus says, "Both of them could not have survived that."

Ysharra asks, "What happened with Brumas?"

Lylia muses, "What happens to those who are trapped, then?"

Sir Cryheart's group just went into a pale silver portal.

[Melgorehn's Reach, Lake Eonak]

You are on the bank of a beautiful mountain lake that is fed by a waterfall gushing from the mountain side. There is a path which seems to actually lead up the side of the mountain. You also see a barely visible trail leading into a grove of ancient trees and a cedar chip path.

Cryheart says, "Whew."

Shinann says, "We never saw him."

Lazaryth says, "I'm not sure Brumas was seen..."

Speaking to Ysharra, Geijon says, "He never appeared. Just his dwarves."

Leifa says, "We need to see about our city now."

Speaking to Falvicar, Goldstr exclaims, "Ye should be verra proud me friend!"

Geijon says, "Th' city is safe."

Lazaryth says, "What happened with Disean, is what I'm more concerned about."

Skipjack says, "Good to be back."

Speaking uncertainly to Lylia, Cruxophim guesses, "They'd be expelled, I imagine? If we're talking about the same thing."

Zosopage says, "I wonder what happened with Disean and Thadston."

Leafiara speculates, "When Deshal's world collapsed with us in it, we were simply... returned here. It might be the same of Thadston and Disean." (whoops; that wasn't the case with Deshal's world, but rather Jerram's)

Falvicar put a polished dark silver wedding band in his spidersilk sack.

Geijon says, "Th' vathors ensured I kept ending up in town to check on th' militia."

Cryheart says, "Thadston pulled him over the demonwall and down."

Shinann says, "Hmm..."

Falvicar put a silver-edged black steel athame inlaid with tiny diamond stars in his weapon harness.

Zosopage says, "That I saw."

Leafiara admits, "But nothing's certain with them."

Evia says, "The city is...safe...if you don't count disease, blight...starvation, those sort of annoyances."

Cryheart says, "We are heading to Moot Hall."

Falvicar hugs Avalera, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

[travel]

Cruxophim amusedly remarks, "Rebirthed."

Lylia whispers something to Falvicar.

Speaking to Evia, Leifa says, "Certainly was an overstatement."

Speaking to Evia, Goblyn says, "This is funny to say, Evia."

Ysharra asks, "He must have drug him back, then?"

Falvicar nods slowly.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia says, "Let us hope so."

Ysharra asks, "They couldn't have stayed there, no?"

[Town Square, East]

Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer's Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town's more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a large purple wooden barrel, a bone-framed bulletin board and a polished bleakstone statue.

Avalera whispers something to Falvicar.

Cryheart says, "Whew."

Speaking to Falvicar, Ruffelin says, "'Twas a hard thing, seekin' yer da. Ye faced it wi' courage an' grace. Ye hae m'utmos' respect, sir."

Speaking to Cryheart, Goblyn asks, "You were a steed again this night or you were not, Cryheart?"

Leifa says, "The city is not safe if there is still diseased livestock running amok."

Leafiara sincerely praises, "Well done, all."

Leafiara notes, "Four down... three left."

Ysharra says, "This place is never "safe"."

Lylia says, "When we fall in these visions, we do not stay there but get whisked back to our own reality."

Cruxophim affably praises, "Aye, well fought all."

Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.

Cruxophim affably purrs, "Lots of donuts to make."

Falvicar nods slowly.

Speaking reassuringly to Falvicar, Avalera says, "You showed great strength, my brother."

Cryheart says, "Ye can eat them all."

Ysharra says, "We live next to a cursed castle...uh, two of them..." (possibly even three depending how generous we want to be with closeness to Varunar!)

Speaking thoughtfully to Goblyn, Cruxophim remarks, "I have something for you, but I must find it first."

Speaking to Falvicar, Leafiara says, "Come to us for anything ya might need."

Speaking to Falvicar, Leafiara assures, "We're here for ya."

Falvicar nods to Leafiara.

Avalera joins Falvicar's group.

As Falvicar draws a high steel bastard sword, the air along the blade distorts.

Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "I wonder why the Magister came to darts."

Falvicar renders a sharp salute with his bastard sword.

Falvicar grasps his pure white scabbard by the locket with his opposite hand, adjusting its position slightly. With practiced ease, he draws the blade of his bastard sword across the scabbard's opening before smoothly sheathing it with a barely audible *snick.*

Speaking quietly to Falvicar, Lazaryth says, "I admire your strength. You've earned a good long rest."

Cruxophim recites:

"Victory Demonuts!"

Witchful Thinking - 2019-09-27 - O'er the Ramparts He Watched (log)

Contents

Summary

Highlights

Log

Gathering

Cryheart Reprised

Falvicar and Pylasar

Chrysamber and the Deal

Oronthal

Toward the Demonwall

Night Archer's Approach

Two Fronts

Demon Wave

Disean's Ambush

Oronthal Revealed

Running Rampant Ruining Ramparts

All On Oronthal

Bonus Material

Returning Home

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Witchful Thinking - 2019-09-27 - O'er the Ramparts He Watched (log)

Summary

Highlights

Log

Gathering

Cryheart Reprised

Falvicar and Pylasar

Chrysamber and the Deal

Oronthal

Toward the Demonwall

Night Archer's Approach

Two Fronts

Demon Wave

Disean's Ambush

Oronthal Revealed

Running Rampant Ruining Ramparts

All On Oronthal

Bonus Material

Returning Home

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