<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by SSJ4Sephiroth:
Mui looks with horror as his friend is knocked unconscious. Then, in a fit of rage, he kicks one of the beholder's eyestalks off and sends it careening off into the night. The creature turns its attention on Mui, who almost freezes up with fear. However he swallowed his fear, and ducked low under the incoming blast of the same kind that felled Khalist. "We're in a bit of a bind here, think?"<hr></blockquote>

Gasping, Sheria barely avoids another blast. "What gave you that impression?" she mutters, stabbing the beast again. "Alright, on three, we stab its eye...wait til the next attack..." Another blast is sent, weakening them, thoguh they avoid bearing teh full brunt of it..."One...two...three!-" Sheria lunged forward, a gleaming dagger reaching towards the beholder's eye...

Mui follows Sheria's suggestion and moves his longsword point toward the pupil of the beholder's eye. He looks away for a moment, and when he looks back both of their weapons are stuck in a dead weight beholder. "We did it," he breathed with relief.

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Letting out a long sigh, Sheria pulls her short sword out of the dead beholder. Shuddering, she wipes it on the grass and sticks it throught her belt. She then goes over to Khalist and kneels next to him. Grimacing at his wounds, she turns to Mui. "Do you know any healing spells?" Sitting down weakly, she tries to wake up Khalist and the others, who fell under the sleep spell.

OOC: last post for tonight! See you all later.

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Mui pulls his longsword out and wipes it on his black glove. Disgusted, he wipes it on the grass and then turns to Sheria. "Sorry, I don't have any spells. However, I do have a couple of potions for use, assuming they survived the fog." He reaches into his pack and pulls out a blue bottle and tosses it to Sheria. "Will that be enough?"

OOC: Good night Lioness, and sweet dreams to you!

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The Half Orc, Brutus wishes to join you. He sits atop of a mountain, and he knows if he were to barge in, you'd kill him. In his orcish tent, he quietly sharpens his weapons and polishes his armor...... for an orc that is supposed to be ded to the exaustion from the fog, he camps at a mountain peak so he can watch the terrain and survey every creatue that he culd see. It was a fight for the mountain, as 2 ogres lived there, and Brutus nearly killed himself trying to get a decent camp for the night.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Tiamat:
The Half Orc, Brutus wishes to join you. He sits atop of a mountain, and he knows if he were to barge in, you'd kill him. In his orcish tent, he quietly sharpens his weapons and polishes his armor...... for an orc that is supposed to be ded to the exaustion from the fog, he camps at a mountain peak so he can watch the terrain and survey every creatue that he culd see. It was a fight for the mountain, as 2 ogres lived there, and Brutus nearly killed himself trying to get a decent camp for the night.<hr></blockquote>

No. half-orcs dont get along well with elves, and we have a full breed and a halfbreed here. not to mention a dwarf. so... just no.

Khalist groaned, the energy blast from the undead beholder had come close to killing him, "I think I need a Cleric...." He looked at the others, "There wouldn't happen to be one of you that knew healing spells, would there?"

(OOC: It's still night.)

OOC>> Will You Bring Me Up To Speed? I'm Not reading 3 Pages!!!

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Beaumanoir:
OOC>> Will You Bring Me Up To Speed? I'm Not reading 3 Pages!!!<hr></blockquote>

(OOC: Very well.... After the ghouls were killed the group made camp, during the night they were attacked by an undead beholder which was killed without any serious injuries except for Khalist.

It's still night, but dawn is only an hour or so away.... Or what passes for dawn in this place at least.)

*Derikan Leant Over Khalsit And Fumbled In His Bag*

"Here, Take This. It Won't Do Anything Amazing, But It Will Help The Pain Go Away And Aid The Sealing Of The Wound"

*He Passed Khalist A Conical Flask With A Cork Stopper In The Top. The Liquid Inside Was An Eerie Blue Which Gave Of A Faint Glow*