You enter the dense cloud of black smoke and all your senses are
immediately obscured. Sight, smell, and taste seem to have completely
abandoned you as you are enveloped in the eerie blackness. Even
infravision doesnt seem to aid you in your search for your enemies.
The religious among you cry out to thier Gods and you are made aware
your sense of hearing is intact, but those that cry out are saturated
with waves of evil washing over them, leading them to the source of the
Soft yielding flesh stands before you, emanating waves of pure evil,
weakening your resolve, but yet not holding you captive.
The unreligious among you feel nothing but can hear the dull thud of
steel biting into flesh.
Gareth uses the evil emanations as an inverted guide, pushing towards the
area of strongest malevolence. "For Pikahl" the paladin beseeches
feverently as he attempts to carefully wrap his mighty arms around the
target and pull him/her from the obscurement, while not burning the subject
of his efforts.
Keldar bites his lip to steady himself, then puts the tip of his sword
forward, such that it would end below the thigh of a human, but in
position to feel a solid obsticle infront (like a wall) and ready to
snap up to strike. He also reherses the words and motions to cast
burning hands, just incase.
He then continues forward, looking for the end of the cloud.
The flamesword has no effect on the blackness whatsoever. When Gareth grapples
with the the body, he feels a dagger slip into his side, deeply, twisting
as it is pulled out. he can feel his blood pooling freely at his feet.
He grabs for a better hold on the body, ignoring the searing pain in his side, and pulls it
backwards with him, out of the smoke.
Gareth suddenly stumbles out of the smoke, grappling with one of the evil
priests. Gareth has dropped his flame sword somewhere within the smoke
apparently. The priest gleefully holds onto a flame shaped dagger, dripping with
blood. Gareth's blood it would seem, as he slowly sinks to his knees, pale,
dragging the still sneering priest with him, blood drips freely from a small
hole in his side.
Aerial screams out "Gareeeth!" and runs towards the grappling figures readiying her staff as she goes.
Sheial turns suddenly, having heard the yell, then seeing the bodies
tumble out of the smoke. She swore under her breath and reached for the
table leg she had so foolishly set down just a minute beforehand. Her eyes
widened as she recognized the symbol on the priests black robes. With
Aerial's exclamation and her burst of action, Sheial then knew who the other
person was ... part of the missing group.
Even with the knowledge that she was not as swift footed as the others,
Sheial was determined not to let another be sacrificed and she moved forward
to the two interlocked figures, her three foot chain making loud
scraping/clanking noises as she moved.
The paladin's eyes remain tightly locked, as if he were concentrating upon
some medium other than light to provide his awareness. Ignoring the
obviously devastating wound in his side, Gareth wraps his mighty arms more
securely around the priest and tightens, squeezing with an iron tenacity.
The covering of the knight's armour conceals much of the muscle-play exerted
by the warrior of Pikahl, but his silent chanting of his lord's name thrums
with a near-palpable aura of strength in play.
Wulfgar jumps forward as Gareth comes out of the smoke not drawing a weapon
as this would slow him down Wulfgar runs towards the two fighting as Gareth
chants his lords name Wulfgar moves in to attack the priest with a low blow
from behind. Hoping to distract the priest long enough to subdue him
But is unable to get an opening, for fear of hitting Gareth instead.
Aerial tries to stop running to keep from hitting Gareth seeing that he has
put the priest in a bear hug but stumbles over her own feet and falls face
first towards the ground. As you watch her she Tries to catch herself by
putting her hands in front of her. You hear a thud as you see her knees and
then hands hit the floor skidding to a stop.Turning over on to her back she
sits up.Puts her hands on the floor to push her self up and then tries to
stand but the pain is to great looking at her hands she sees her own blood
oozing from the small cuts on her hands. Moving her legs under her she
suddenly realizes that she hears chanting coming from Gareth and looks over
to she him squeeze the priest even more.