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Mysteria swiftly cleared the space to the spot where the mage had been standing. Even invisible, he left clear tracks for her to follow, going off to her left and towards Bloodstalker and Fang. She quickly followed the trail, searching up ahead for it's ending.

Hopefully, the mage would not get off a spell before she could pinpoint his location. Straining her ear, she heard no sound of an incantation...

There! The track stopped just a few feet up ahead. As she drew her bow, a lightning bow materialized out of thin air and struck her heavily in her left side as she frantically launched herself to her right.

Vocalizing.., she thought as she hit the ground hard, her left side hurting painfully and the world spinning in front of her eyes. Now at least visible, the mage advanced on her, staff in hand, intent on knocking her out...

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Meanwhile, Bloodstalker finished off his drow with a series of well aimed blows.

The drow pinned beneath Fang was desperately trying to keep his teeth from his throat. The strength of both his arms was barely enough to keep the wolf at bay, he could not even consider wrestling out from under him or get to his weapon.

Aegis, having unwittingly lured the drow band into an ambush, turned quickly from his flight. As he spun, he saw BS and Mysteria quickly work through the crowd, gaining an advantage if only a short one. In a flash, his bow was in his hand, and an arrow notched. Without pausing, he launched an arrow at one of the drow. It lodged tightly into the drows chainmail, but didn't puncture. He loosed another. This one hit in the same area, and forced the chain links to split, and break, driving both the previous shaft, and the following one deep into the dark elf's chest. The drow staggered, and fell to the ground, his breathing slowing, and eventually stopping. His attention was then snapped in the other direction, as Mysteria was struck by magical energy. The skilled ranger quickly honed in on the drow mage, and notched another arrow into his bow. Taking only a breath, his aim was locked, and the arrow loosed. The drow's eyes went wide in shock, and his hands flailed towards the arrow. He loked suprisingly at the shaft protruding from his body,and watched as his life blood pout from his body. His knees buckled, and his body followed to the ground, driving th arrow in further. That was the last one. Aegis stod up, breathing a sigh of relief, and went to retreive his arrows.

Thantor utilized his Ranger skills to hide in the shadow of the trees as he approached the small clearing. Jennabard followed at some distance, having cast invisibility. They had decided to remain hidden for as long as possible during the Noontide ritual, so that they might provide an element of surprise to any potential attackers. They watched quietly as Gwally sang a strange hymn, stumbling over the words but managing to complete each verse with a little more strength and confidence each time. They observed Yshania enter the clearing in a cloud of shredded vegetation, with Dragon Wench trailing behind her. Thantor heard Jennabard stifle an invisible snicker. Then she gasped as the ground beneath their feet began to tremble.

The soil churned, and the clearing was suddenly filled with Umberhulks, erupting from the ground with amazing speed. Once on the surface, they moved more slowly, but appeared menacing as their thick carapaces sloughed off the dirt and they turned to attack. One of the Umberhulks arose mere feet from Thantor’s position, but made no move against him as he remained hidden. Jennabard, however, saw the beast so near her friend and loosed an arrow that clattered uselessly against its shell. It turned toward Jennabard, whose invisibility had been dispelled by her attack. Thantor was fascinated to watch from his close vantage as the Umberhulk’s hooded, beady little eyes began to vibrate and turn red as it stared at Jennabard. It seemed as though a small gray cloud shot out to envelope Jannabard’s head, and she stood as if dumbstruck. Thantor cursed himself for not acting sooner and for forgetting that confusion was often an Umberhulk’s first attack. He loosed his twin maces and began pummeling the beast’s carapace until it cracked and splintered, an off-white liquid oozing out.

Meanwhile, a confused Jennabard regarded the battle in the clearing with a blank expression. “Why is everyone dancing? Is this a party and I wasn’t invited?” She thought a little jig might make for a better party, so she strummed her bow like a lute and began singing a lusty song about a mermaid who disdained clothing. The trees appeared to be criticizing her performance, so she used her bow as a club to thrash at the snow-coverd limbs for a while. Finally, she stopped doing anything and stared blankly around.

The world finally stopped spinning around and Mysteria was able to pick herself up as Fang came leaping towards her, the drow he attacked earlier now killed by Aegis's arrows.

She was on her feet again, working feeling back into her numb left arm, as Aegis came over to retrieve his arrows.

"Thanks a lot", she told him. "Especially after what I did to you earlier", she added a little ashamed.

The ranger only shrugged and picked up his arrows. "Always pleased to help a lady.", he grinned then. He then searched the drow's body, but found nothing of interest.

Finally, they walked back to Bloodstalker, Mysteria still limping slightly. Perhaps he had found something of more interest.

OOC: if this doesn't work for you, please let me know and I'll change it

Running quickly now, Farscape covered ground at a pace that would have been astounding had he wonrn armour, but dressed as he was, he was merely fast. The sounds ahead seemed to have died down, but he felt the ground beneath him vibrate, the wave passing from his left. Cutting sharply he deftly made his way through the forest to see members of the Keep, people he barely recognized amongst a large number of hostile looking Umber hulks. Coming into range quickly, he hurled his axe from his left hand with all his might, striking one of the creatures head one, wedging itself into the beasts head. Drawing his dark blade Vengeance he drove it mightily through the monsters chest.
He tore Vengeance from its chest, and his axe Retribution from its brow and turned just in time to block a massive fist. The impact staggered him, and he dropped to his knees.
Rising, he saw the Hulks staring at him, disrupting his thoughts.
"Your magics be damned, you shall not defeat me!" He screamed in fury. Drawing himself up, he leapt at the nearest beast and rammed Vengeance clear through it. Whirling around he dogdged a blow and brought Retribution upwards into the jaw of the insectoid, splitting its skull.
Narrowly avoiding being crushed by the falling weight of the shattered Umber hulk, he went back and tried to get Vengeance from the dead beasts chest. His first hint of the attack was the snapping noise of his arm and ribs.
Having been knocked several feet, he rolled to his back, nursing his injured ribs. His left arm was now useless. Tossing the obsidian long sword into the air, the dim beast watched it soar into the air. Switching Retribution to his right hand, he leapt into the air and brought it down onto the beasts cranium, killing it insantly. Catching Vengeance in his good arm, he stepped back, left arm hanging sorely, he prepared himself for the other beasts.

Yshania needed a quick spell, they were very rapidly becoming outnumbered and she had little space to think. She thought simplicity the answer and muttered the brief incantation she had learned very early in her training. Almost instantaneously, there was a darkening of the sky and an earsplitting crack, as a great bolt of lightning found it's first victim...the Illithid was lifted from it's feet by the electrical impact. Yshania had a moment to remember one of her favourite dishes was fried squid ( ) as a second bolt hit a nearby Umber Hulk, it's armoured shell proving as fragile as an egg...

Recoiling with disgust at the viscous white fluid that bled from it's skull, she shook herself. Dragon Wench was battling two Hulks...reacting as fast as she could, Yshania cast Chaotic Commands on her friend then drew her scimitars and joined in the fray, her blades sweeping in lethal, whistling arcs...as one of the Hulks fell, she swung her attack to engage the Illithid that had appeared behind her...raising her offhand blade...she felt the talons of the other Hulk swipe across her upper arm...four lines of blood were drawn, Yshania was briefly thankful for the ironskins...her arm may have otherwise been severed. She dropped to the ground to avoid the attacks and retrieve her scimitar, at that moment she saw Dragon Wench's sword deftly pierce the armour scales and fell the beast, as T'lainya's glowing flail crunched into the side of the Illithid's skull...the bolts of lightning continued to strike down their enemy, felling some and injuring others...

Vivien rolled her pack carefully onto her back, hoping none of the prized books or potions (okay and a few sticky buns) would break. She clasped her cloak around her, feeling the light green material settle softly onto her arms and legs, feeling comforted by the silky fabic.

Sitting for a moment in her comfortable room, she fingered the edge of her mage robe, remembering how she had been given it as a badge of honor. Having passed the tests. She shivered slightly and forced herself to think of other things.

Memories could bite if one let them.

Standing, she walked with a steady step towards the kitchen, wondering where the others had gone off to.

Thantor shot a worried look at the confused Jennabard and thought to do something to relieve her of her dementia. The sounds of battle, however, intruded and he thought it better to help out against the Flayers and Umberhulks. Jenna was in a relatively safe place amongst the trees, and no other enemy had spotted her.

A vile-looking Scrub Oak that seemed to be insulting her caught Jenna’s attention. “You speak unskillfully: or, if your knowledge be more, it is much darkened in your malice,” she said. The she brandished her bow at the bush. “Hence rotten thing! Or I shall shake thy bones out of thy garments!” she shouted. “Have at thee, thou bootless fool-born malcontent!” She began to whack at the bush with her bow, small bits of leaves flying everywhere.

Thantor focused inwardly and checked that his mental defenses were in place and strong. He observed Gwally finishing the last verse of his song, oblivious to the psionic blasts being leveled at him from three Mind Flayers. Thantor realized that Gwally, in an uncharacteristic act of foresight, had cast a protection spell on himself to prevent his mind from being taken over. Gwally blithely checked a scrap of parchment, then lifted his hands up to the sky. “That must be the second step in the ritual,” thought Thantor. It was that moment when the Flayers chose to change their tactics against Gwally. They hit him with a Hold Person spell, then advanced to engage in physical combat.

Meanwhile, Jenna was locked in battle with a surprisingly resilient bush, so she began to hurl insults at it in an attempt to put it off its game. “Were I like thee I'd throw away myself!”

Thantor raced to defend his friend, but the Flayers had already struck Gwally twice before Thantor arrived. Knowing that Flayers drain intelligence with each strike if their tentacles, Thantor was amazed that Gwally was still alive. Thantoer’s twin maces sent one Flayer sprawling, and he took up a position between the other two and Gwally. Gwally remained frozen, his hands stretched up toward the noonday sun.

“Thine breath stinks with eating toasted cheese!” Jennabard shouted at her bush.

Thantor felt his mind repel the first mental attacks of the Flayers before him. They cringed in terror as they saw no effect on him. His maces raised high, he struck a blow to either side of the soft fleshy head of the enemy closest to him. It’s lifeless form fell into a heap of tentacles and robes.

“Thou dissembling fen-sucked barnacle!” Jenna shouted.

The last Flayer struck out at Thantor, who ducked out of the way just barely in time. A quick incantation, and he Holy Smited the hissing creature into a frothy puddle of viscous goo.

“Thou odiferous crook-pated foot-licker!” Jenna shouted from the trees, though not with as much gusto as before, since she was beginning to grow tired of the battle with the shrubbery.

Thantor turned to see what help he could provide his other friends in their battles.

Umber hulks and Flayers dropped around him, struck by mace and lightning. Thunder rang loudly in the air, followed closely by a lightning strike, silhouting the fighting form of Thantor, looking for a foe.
Farscape had little time to reflect upon this before he was forced to defend himself one handed against an umber hulk clawing at him. With the beast unbalanced, he swung Vengeance down, the obsidian blade bitting deeply into the creatures armoured hide.
Howling with pain, the creature lunged towards Farscape, impaling itself upon his blade. The weight was too much for the fell warrior to take, injured as he was, and he fell to the ground, spitted umber hulk pressing him firmly to the cold earth.
The flayers, seeing his helplessness, advanced. With Vengeance stuck firmly in the umber hulks ribs, and Retribution lodged in another beasts skull, Farscape was unarmed.
"Thantor" He shouted threw the growing storm. "Your assistance would be most appreciated"

The kitchen was empty and Viv sighed to herself. She hated being alone. Maybe they were in the courtyard?

The courtyard proved empty as well and she thought maybe a walk would do her good, so she ambled forth following a path she hadn't known was there. It was a wide area of mowed vegetation, almost as if someone had cut circles around themselves with big swords.

The sounds of fighting came to her as she passed beneath a partcularily lovely tree, and she hurried forward, curious and a little worried as to what was happening.

The scene that met her eyes was of nightmares. Huge black figures, almost like huge beetles fought with her friends, and ugly writhing creatures seemed to be sinuously casting...but what they were casting she was not sure as no missiles came from their movements. Her first thought was that her friends had summoned something to practice on, and she wondered why they hadn't invited her to join the fun... But then she saw the agony on DragonWench's face, saw the hard pressed way Yshania fought and she realized this was no game. Gwalchmai seemed almost frozen in place and she hoped she was not too late to help.

With determined movements she summoned her fist creature, a skeleton warrior and sent him forth to do battle against the nearest writhing creature.

Emerging from one of the many holes surrounding Farscape, Flanders dropped a globe of deep night around himself and called out to the warrior, "Roll to your left."

The illithids recognized the more penetrating spell of darkness used commonly by the drow. Caught off guard, the three began a short retreat. They were completely unprepared for the waves of mental energy projected at them. Each illithid was stunned hard, and with a couple of quick slashes from his long swords, Flanders felled the first. Turning towards the second, the flayers were already poised to strike and the one closest to Flanders lashed out and connected with a tentacle.

Never before had an illithid been so unprepared for the result of the attack. Trying to comprehend, the flayer seemed to determine it's target wasn't exactly alive .

Indeed Graj'oloth , Flanders projected his thoughts to the flayer attached to him. I know you. We have much in common. That was all the explanation the flayer would receive as Flanders ran him through.

The third illithid was already headed back to the fray towards the altar.

Flanders turned to see the warrior he called to and make sure he was free of danger, then turned to pursue his vulnerable fleeing target.

He stood and scanned the surrounding area. The chaos of battle had given way once again to the stillness of the wild. It always amazed him how quickly the peace descended after a fight, much quicker than even his own heartbeat returned to a normal rythm. There were no further signs of drow in the imediate area, he had conducted a quick and accurate survey of the landscape near the enagement, and was satisfied that there had been no lurking eyes in the area.
Mysteria and Aegis had come over to join him, both seeming somewhat worn from the fight. BS wondered if he himself looked as tired as he felt. He thought it very probable, and he was looking forward to getting back to the keep.

The sound reached his ears from behind him. A sound like what one would associate with someone shakeing the dust from a cloak in a heavey wind. He turned to see a dight that left him cold.The sound came not from a cloak, but from great batlike wings that set the creature down on the snow to face him.

he stood facing the demon for a long still moment, his heart feeling as though it had stopped in his chest, his lungs suddenly expanding after a time as if he had just then remembered to breathe again.His hand found his sword of it's own accord, indeed BS had not even been aware that he had reached for it until his hand brought it down across his eyes into a guard position. He had seen such creatures before, long ago, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered why he had even bothered to pull his sword at all. He had seen such creature wade through a dozen enemies, and doubted that Striker would even leave a permanant mark on the powerful beast. Still, he thought, he would be damned if he went down easily or without a fight.

Mysteria and Aegis reactions mirrored his own, but he was scarcely aware of them. Few things inspired the kind of fear as a demon. and this was no minor being, he had seen it's like before, long ago.

Still the demon watched him, seemed to be studying him. Where did this beast come from he wondered to himself. he wasn't even aware he had spoken his thought audibly until the demon surprisingly answered him

"You called me here" the demon explained in a voice that seemed as though it could shake the stars from the heavens. A voice that was inaudible, a voice that rang through his mind. BS shuddered as he recalled the ways a creature like this could use a telepathic link to strip a soul bare.

He was aware of Fang growling, Aegis loosing his bow, Mysteria preparing once again for battle. But nothing had meaning for him but the words that spoke to his mind, resurecting memories, reviving horror, and telling a tale that promised BS the one thing he sought most of all, vengence.

A new figure emerged into the battle, and created an oppurtunity for Farscape to escape. Not being one to have a problem with serendipities, Farscape used the time the stranger brought to pry the Umber hulk from him and roll into the darkness. He caught himself before he went into the darkness.
"The presence. I feel it." He muttered, blood gone cold. "It has come."
Rising to his feet shakily, he pried Vengenace from the creatures body and sheathed it on his back, seeking Retribution. Finding it where he had left it, he used his good arm to pull it out of the hulks skull.
Seeing the enemy dealt with, Farscape took the time to deal with his injuries. Taking his broken left arm firmly between his knees, he pulled up savagely, snapping the bone back into place.
"Ow" He said softly, face white.
He hadnt taken any potions with him, and given his stature as a fallen paladin, he would have to call upon his priest spells. Problem was, he had forsaken all the gods, there was none he could call upon. Save one.
"Lathander, please, I ask of you " He stammered, shaking visibly. "Grant me this, just for now. I must send that creature back to the depths of hell. Please, give me back my strengths. I have paid for my crimes, and will seek you out. Please, I must do this."
He fell to his knees, as if a giant hand pressed him down. He felt the world darken.

He came too, and before him stood a trio of gods. Before him stood Lathander, Helm, and Torm.
"It's been a long time boy" Spoke the figure of Torm. "Is the mighy Khoron repenting?
"NO! Damn you Torm, Khoron is dead! You killed him! I am Farscape now. I called for Lathander, not you!"
"Hush child, spoke Lathander. "I heard your pleas, but you are Torm's ward, not mine. I could not reinstate you without his go ahead."
"Very well, but if I may ask, why did Helm come?"
The helmeted figure of the Watcher stepped forward. "I can speak for my self. You have acquinted yourself with people of power. They will soon face powerful enemies, and you may grow to assist them greatly. Go now and do what you may." With that, the apparition of Helm vanished into the mist.

Lathander spoke again. "Your wounds are healed young man. I wish you much luck, your task is great." Then Lathander left also. Leaving only Torm.
"Well Khorun, they are right"
"Do NOT, call me that. I am dead."
From the shadows emerged another figure. "Fiesty as ever. How soon you forget all that I taught you."
"Keldorn! Sir Firecam, but, but I saw you fall in the pass!" Stammered Farscape, stunned by the appearence of his old mentor.
"Aye, my body fell there, but my my spirit rose to serve Torm again. As I hope you will do also."
"No, I cannot. But, I will serve you, if you will take me."
Torm spoke finally. "If this is the road to your redemption Khoron, so be it." And he too left. Leaving only master and apprentice.
"I will gladly take you, as I did once before when you were but a boy. When you wake, I have left you somethings. Use them well." And Keldorn left, leaving only Farscape. His sight left again, and he woke, feeling refreshed, healed and strangely heavy. He sat up, and found it harder than he expected. He looked down and gasped. "Keldorn armour... He left it for me." Even more startling was the discovory of Keldorns blade, the Hallowed Redemeer, reforged into a long sword. Inscribed upon the blade was "The path of redemption leads past ones soul".
The obsidian blade of Vengeance lay broken at his feet. Sheathig the Redeemer and Retribution onto his new armour, Sir Scape stood up and stroke confidently towards his new foe, knowing he had been truely honoured today.


ooc Sorry, long post.

ps, I can't believe I got rescued by Ned Flanders!

The sounds of the battle faded, leaving Harry and his companion wondering what had happened. The human lady paused and slid her hands from the sleeves of her mage robe to cast a detect evil spell.
She gasped and whispered "There is a being from the lower planes somewhere ahead of us". They moved out into the clearing, spotting 3 figures a wolf and the demon sensed moments ago.

(OOC any problems can be pm'd to me )

Drawing back a bit, Mysteria watched the hellish creature and Bloodstalker facing each other. They seemed to be battling, though not in an usual way. One look at Bloodstalkers face sufficed to tell her that he would loose that battle if she didn't help.

Jerking out of inaction, she started loosing arrows at the creature, but they only bounced off its thick hide, then she registered a movement out of the corner of her eyes and turned to face some newcomers. Startled, she almost loosened an arrow at the nearest, but she caught herself just in time. They did not look like drow, and indeed they now moved to engage the nightmarish thing themselves.

Mysteria focused on the ... the demon? once again. She could only suppose that it might be one, as she had not ever met one before. As her arrows had had no effect, she pulled out her sword and dagger and lauched herself at the great wings of the creature, which seemed to be it's most vulnerable spot.

Fang followed suit, letting out a deep, dangerous sounding growl, though she doubted that he could do much harm to the demon.

Images flooded through his mind. Images of death, dispair, pain.....all were unleshed into BS's mind with all the suddeness of a dam breaking. He felt a searing pain as the voice in his head communicated
not with words, but with pictures and raw emotion. Raw hatred.

The Chamber flashed through his mind, visons of it crumbling in upon itself, of some power imploding itself within the walls. A crystal, a pulse, too fast to register, not thouroghly comprehensible. He could not sort through the visions, they came too fast, but they were embedding themselves into his consciousness, taking the form of memories of things yet to come.

Along with the images came a cold searing command. To kill. All was concentrated on a single purpose, a single intent, destroy the chamber. The voice seemed to be invading his very essence. He felt his own will slipping, giving in to the call. He could find nothing to refute the desire of the voice, for it was his own desire as well.

He was aware of the others moving, but only as in a vision, a slow moving dream. He felt the voice. They would deny him his vengence. HIS vengence....Sudennly BS found something with which to fight back. The way the voice spoke, it was only concerned for it's own purpose. It was commanding, trying to take control over his own will.

Control. The thought sent a black rage burning through his body. He would not be controlled, would not be made a captive again. The voice became less audible, becoming drowned in the rage that filled his mind now. He was his own master. He would not surrender his will, no matter the cause.

His body began to move, to fall into the reflexive actions of battle. He let his insticts be his guide as he threw himself at the demon. he could not afford to think about his actions, It took every ounce of his will to keep the voice at bay. His blade swung towards the demon, as the unrelenting imagery assaulted his mind

Farscape strode through the underbrush, plants shying to the side in his wake. He passed without a trace, leaving nothing damaged in his path.
His status regained, and his strength restored, he felt his connection to the planes strengthen. This time however, he drew strength from things natural, not the dark underworld. This strength came with but one command. Protect and Serve.
Stepping into the clearing, a beacon of light against the growing darkness of the demon.
This opponent had special meaning to the Lord Scape. It was a servant of his sire, though for once, it was not his opponent. It belonged to Bloodstalker.
He knew deep down Bloodstalker had little hope of killing the beast, of even injuring it. Kneeling, Farscape took the Redeemer in front of him, pointing it at Bloodstalker, and began to channel his strength into the warrior bravely battling a mighty evil.

Taking notice of the multiple holes in the areas, Flanders began surveying the scene around him.

The remaining illithid was heading back towards a clearing where the bulk of the battle continued. More umber hulks and flayers entwined in close combat with five...no, six people.

What in the hell is she doing. Are these woods themselves alive, aligned with the underdark. Flanders tossed the thought aside as she was no doubt a victim of the beasts ability to cause confusion.

He took notice of another outside the battle who had just completed a summons. Your warrior is going to need to move faster than that, he thought, as this battle would not persist much longer. The umber hulks might be slow but they hit hard.

As he got closer still, he noticed one in the center of the melee more focused on concentration, than the battle at hand. The altar at which he was poised led Flanders to believe this was a ritual of some sort. But what kind of surface ritual would cause these denizens of the underdark to come tunneling forth. Certainly, the two must be related. Perhaps there would be answers if this ended favorably.

The illithid was nearing a stunning leather clad woman wielding dual scimitars who already had her hands full. Time to pick up the pace. He tried to remain focused on the globe as he approached the clearing ready to strike. Without the globe, all would be lost.

Yshania stumbled and fell, as the reeling body of an Umberhulk caught her shoulder...rolling to her left she managed to avoid being crushed as the dead weight crashed to the ground beside her. She scrambled to her feet...this was chaos! Gwalchmai appeared to be frozen in some heavenly praise, Dragon Wench was savagely hacking at anything that came near, her face was bathed in blood and Yshania was unable to distinguish whether it was her own or that of her quarry - Yshania became concerned that perhaps her Chaotic Commands had failed her friend...but T'lainya was fighting by her side, swinging her flail whilst taking care to avoid Dragon Wench's fury...

A bone golem entered the copse and began slashing it's great blades...still the lightning bolts continued to find victims...still more beasts crawled from rents in the ground, and fell through voids that opened and closed at random...

Yshania looked for Thantor, he was joined in some psionic battle with a nearby Illithid...sweat on his brow the only indication of it's intensity...for a moment, she stood unnoticed...the chaos screaming around her. Taking advantage, she murmered the incantation bestowing Defensive Harmony on the group...almost immediately her comrades fell into a rhythm of more fluid offensive and defensive moves, the party was now cohesive...

Turning back to Thantor, she found he was now engaged with two mindflayers who had appeared to recognise his power...try this! she growled, swinging her scimitar with as much might as she could muster she decapitated the nearest Illithid - it's tentacled head rising and falling and landing with a sickening thud some way off...Thantor shuddered visibly as the psionic link was broken, he turned his attention to the second mindflayer, as the body of the first stumbled around, becoming coated in the fountain of Illithid lifeforce that spurted vertically from it's shoulders. It fell at Yshania's feet...and there it lay, sickening Yshania in it's final death throes...

As two Umberhulks thundered their way towards her...she caught the smell...Drow!!! turning her head upwind, she saw a darkness enter the clearing...a palpable mass, blacker than a moonless night, of no form, but smelling of Drow!! Before she could call out her warning, the two Umberhulks were upon her...one slashed with it's great taloned paws...the other stood still...it's hooded eyes glowing. Yshania swung blindly with her scimitars as she felt the tingle of the domination spell trying creep around the protection the Shield of Archons offered...

With a growl Vivien quickly cast magic missile at the writhing creature before her, hoping to singe a few tenticles. Ball after ball of bright light aimed true and surrounded the creature...with no effect.

Muttering to herself she tried flame arrow, chromatic orb and finally, burning hands. Though they hit with due aim...the spells seemed to have very little impact. Her friends battled around her, while she stood no help with her useless spells!! While silently fuming and running through her spells, she noticed her skeleton warrior was doing quite well at holding his own, but no summon could last for long alone.

She really needed to get a weapon of some sort, maybe a big sword like the others. Images of weilding a sword with skill against the attacking creatures flashed through her mind soon followed by images of her cutting off her own foot. With a sigh at the silliness, she rolled up her sleeves and summoned her next creature.

An elemental of fire appeared next to her at her words, wavering heat rolling from it's changeable essence. Angry attention bore into her as it contested that she own it in any way, and so she stood frozen while the battle raged around, her own battle for control beginning.