Those that are running for their lives...
The castle that was submerged heaved again and a huge brick come loose in the floor, allowing the marshes to seep their muddy substance into the castle to further cause the castle to tilt. By now, the marilith was not concerned with killing any of the little people running about, rather how she was going to get out of the castle. She headed for the exit herself, using magical energies to shift her form to better fit through. She began to reshape even as she moved with lightening speed toward the door, and Vincent.
Vincent, in one final act to defend his life, or at least to buy himself enough time to get a head-start, threw an explosive jar at the marilith as she came towards him and the exit. She saw it coming, not knowing what it was, and sliced it with her sword in the air, exploding its contents and sending her backwards in a burning scream...but she was not down for long, for her anger and desperation fueled her own internal fire and she picked right back up and came at him again.
Meanwhile, Yevaud (with Tao) and Ana were nearing the first floor.
It was Anarrima that made it there first, coming through the doorway and knowing that all she had to do was get to the window in the room down the hallway...but first she had to get through the dining area where all those skeletal remains lay at rest.
But herein lies the problem.
Falling several times as the castle submerged more into the depths under the weight of the new castle, and tilting to one side while it sank...she came into the dining room to find the skeletons were no longer at rest. They were animated by some power, whether due to the release of the marilith down below from the emerald that had held their spirits or from the disturbance of the castle itself...she'd not even try to guess at. She stood very still, hoping that they did not notice her standing in the doorway. Down below, Yevaud was coming up the final flight of stairs right behind her. His footfalls sounded heavier than usual, and strained.
She had to turn these things...if they waded into a collection of 60 skeletons, they'd be ripped apart.
Just then, they turned in unison and stared right at her.
"Oh...no..."
She raised her arms to begin turning them with her clerical power even as they bumped one another to be the first at ripping her apart. She only had a moment...could she get her prayer spoken fast enough?
[ 06-20-2006, 05:12 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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