[Larry_OHF]

For Kynnen: The tentacle that had paralyzed Kynnen with its stingers wrapped around his legs and held on tightly as it began to drag him backwards on the ground toward the murky lake. The skeleton that was Kivmor Snowdale called out to the doomed drow. "Dark-skinned one! I might help you if you will return the service! What say you, doomed one?"

More for the drow, Kynnen

The drow did not immediately answer, and the tentacle pulled its dark meat ever nearer to the murky lake where devouring a drow would be so much the preference over gritty rats and bats that had been its meal for too long.

The undead that had been Sir Snowdale stared on with hollow sockets where eyes used to be, yet still seeing the grim scene unfold in front of it. Maybe the paralysis has numbed his tongue that he cannot speak... the skeletal figure with no legs reasoned.
Just then, the heroic yet still very much dead lord Snowdale decided that he could not lay idly by and let this drow die in front of him, no matter how evil the race was. He took to his hands, balancing upon them as though they were his proper feet and ran across the cavern, leaping upon the tentacle of the creature submerged and scraped at it with his bony claws and ancient teeth.

The tentacle let go of its prey, intent on getting rid of this strange attacker. It changed course with the end of the tentacle and tried to sting the skeleton, but was not able to. However, this was a stupid creature that did not know that bones meant no meat to paralize and so assumed that it had to continue stinging and attacking to subdue its tormentor. Another tentacle shot out of the water, grabbed the skeleton, and pulled in the opposite direction as the first. The undead knight was pulled in-two yet fought on, for it had no need of its body, as long as the upper torso still had a head. This stupid lake monster was not so stupid as to not think of this, and so the head was the next thing to go. It rolled along the ground while the monster under the water pulled the wrecked body under the water. After but a moment, a few bones come shooting out again, landing several feet away. The monster had not liked its meal. It decided that bothering the drow was not so important now, and so its tentacles gave up their search for food today. Instead, they stayed low and were nursed for all their scratches.

"Great. Now I have no body.

Hey drow! Might you assist with the burdon of carrying me out of here? I so long to see the light of day again."


For the Castle Group:

The daedroth had its attack ready and aimed at the elf that was aggressively approaching it. It was aware of a female elf that stood by the door, but the attack would not reach her. It was unaware of the half-elf thief who skitted into the shadows as the door was opened. Therefore, it figured that the female was too frightened to move, and this heroic male was too foolish to live any longer. It released its breath weapon.

A plume of noxious gas erupted from the mouth of the beast, spreading its way across the room and through Yevauld's breathing space. There, it lingered in the area, poisoning the air that the elf breathed. Its charge at the brave one resumed. However, this day the elf's life would be spared. As nimble as a bladesinger is, one cannot be caught very easily. A quick side-step of Yevauld...and he escaped the main focus point of the cloud. However, some still clung about him, and stung him with its vile recipe.

OOC>>>

* Vincent successfully entered the shadows and the daedroth is not aware of him.

* Anarrima is still in a trance-like state while praying for a great power to be bestowed upon her that she might cast a good spell. These things take time.

* Yevauld has taken 10 points of poison damage from the attack. He has one turn left before the creature would have time to clear the distance and get to him since it paused to spit. The poison sticks about him, causing multi-round damage. Each round, his HP will drop until cured or death take him.

[ 06-23-2006, 01:47 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]