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[ArcadesSabboth]

Just as the mighty dragon slams his paw down into the banewolf, rending it with his claws, Arcades is caught in Kaylisa's spell, sent into the oak.

He walks up to his friend after the spell, laying beside Kaylisa and looking at the others

ooc: It's up to Cyril to decide if the third banewolf was injured signifigantly in this attack.

[Larry_OHF]

Now able to stand and stretch the cold out of his limbs, Brendon finds hmself amazed at the power shown forth.

"My Lady-druid! You are a most powerful being inded! We are travelors who have lost half of our ranks in the year that we have been travelling, but in all of this, we have acquired a strong friend or two. Here is a note that was given to me by a...strange sage named Myron. It appears he has studyied this Hunger and had found some important weaknesses!"

Brendon hands the Druid the napkin.

"Are you able to do as it suggests? Rhianneth here is a powerful user of magic that could possibly lend aid, and the Elf Anarrima is a cleric who might also have the ability to assist. If any of you can do anything to my arrows to give them special powers...that would also be of help. Yet I must remind you that we are useless out there with the banewolves. Their voices leave all of us paralyzed. It is us that should be asking you how to survive!"

My name is Brendon, by the way.



OOC>>>Tao...I assume that you already know what was written on the note, as I posted it in a previous post. You and Cyril now have the control over how much use Ana, Ruby, and Brendon have in the upcoming battle. If I am to die, I want to die fighting. If there be a way to keep us in the fight, it is now beyond my own ability to do alone.

[TAOWolf]

She thoughtfully looks at the boy and smiles softly...
She reads the note, and looks up at the sky then back at the boy...

"This is verra much appreciated, thank you..." she whispers upon the wind...

reaching into her cloak, her eyes widen as she feels the touch of a small handful of the seeds that have went unnoticed by her, and sends a silent thanks to the WindBringer for letting them slip her mind.......

Resting her other hand on the hilt of SpiritSword, she looks over the group thoughtfully, finally resting her eyes on the elven girl as a smiles begins to play upon her lips again.............

[ 03-16-2004, 05:48 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

[Larry_OHF]

OOC>>>I be danged! I did not realize that Ana was able to do this! I thought I was too low level, but I just checked and she is able to be of more help than I realized!!!

Ana returns the gaze, in question as to what the Druid was thinking. Then she realized that she might be of more use to the party than she had believed.

"My goodness! I...I can use Sunbeam, which attacks the Undead as well as other creatures, such as the giants and this buried terror that you call the Hunger. I gained access to the spell shortly after our departure from the caverns! I can help, but I do not know if I have the strength to withstand the stunning effects of those wolves. Lady Druid, just tell me what you want me to do."

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OOC>>>Just to keep Rhianneth in this game, I desired to summarize her little plot with the party adn play on some emotions she might be feeling now. Sorta like getting her back into character. I hope Mistral approves.


Rhianneth

Rhianneth's anger was building. She had been provoked into following these twirps only to get turned to stone, faced the leader of the Giants alone, been toyed with by Larry's Echo and then deserted, and now she was being proven useless in this battle where other users of the magical weave were able to get by just fine without her help. She stood off from the rest just a short distance and allowed her fury to burn within her quietly.

This whole mess began with the desire to throw down the name of her foolish sister and claim herself victor in the Freelight family. Her father had even appeared to her in a vision, prompting her into action but the fading memory of that dream was fast fleeting. Larry the Mad was dead...destroyed before she could enact her plans. The Echo had teased her about there still being a way to claim what she wanted even though the Mage was long gone. She now was left blind to this revelation as the Echo had left her alone, gone in the heat of battle when she needed him most. Typical.

[ 03-16-2004, 06:27 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[mistral4543]

OOC>>> I am speechless at how well the BR weaves my little plot [img]graemlins/jawdrop.gif[/img]

IC>>>
"Oh, for crying out loud..." She gathered what ounce of rage and willpower she had left and screamed at the Banewolves half-maniacally.

"... shut up, you hear me?! Shut your traps up, you mutts!!"

Not daring to lose this last chance of activity, she turned towards their real target, eyes flashing, she looked upward, shrieking her guts out.

"I wish we remain unharmed by the effects and attacks of these bloody Banewolves!!!"

OOC>>> Rhianneth has just cast a Limited Wish spell. It is DM's call as to what happens.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Tyresias

Yellow. His sightless eyes perceive nothing other than yellow in its manifold shades. The books he has read at the behest of Terrakis have fixed the yellow somehow within his sight and within his life. Yellow. It moves within him and thinks within him and at times the yellow before and within his eyes speaks within and through him. In his own way he has come to love the yellow for its blinding mysteries are far more wondrous than any prophetic insight his previous gift had granted him and if indeed he still wears the mantle of prophet it is only through the words the books of the yellow kingdom have taught him to speak.

Speak them he does and even mighty Terrakis stands in silent respect for how fluent his speech in the tongue of yellow has become. They are easily found, the two that have been chosen for sacrifice. His hands gesture with an unnatural awkwardness, performing motions never intended for humanoid limbs. A shimmering oval of yellow light whose color seems to turn in about itself burns now before the warriors. With a nod of his head he indicates to the great giant that all is in readiness.

“Go and be swift both in striking and in returning,” Terrakis commands. “The time draws near.”

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[Cyril Darkcloud]

First arrives the yellow, a shimmering oval of yellow light whose colors shift in tone and intensity and turn ever inward upon themselves. Then arrives the humming, an ominous buzzing sound whose source is within great blades clenched in mighty hands. Frightful and ominous as the yellow and the buzzing might be in themselves, more frightful still are the great dusky forms which step outward from the yellow into this place of refuge. A great blow is struck upon the dragon nearly severing one of its wings and crippling its ability to fly. Once more the psionicist feels her abilities shut down in the face of the buzzing of the swords and once more the lion is rudely thrust aside as if a child’s plaything. Great hands seize the woman Rhianneth, jerking her off her feet and stunning her into unconsciousness. The same is done to Brendon. Having taken those for whom they had been sent the giants turn and step once more through the yellow which shimmers briefly and vanishes leaving only the echoing tones of the buzzing of their swords to slowly dissipate in the night air.

ooc: The cold truth of the situation is that there is no chance of rescuing either of them while the Hunger is still active.

Arcades has been seriously wounded and has lost the ability to use his wings. The wounds can be healed quickly by magic, the same cannot be said for the use of his wings which will need a few days to recover. Wyrd has been wounded for 22 points of damage - this was a glancing blow. Ruby will require an hour to recover her psionic powers.

Rhianneth and Brendon are now safe from the Banewolves.

[ 03-16-2004, 10:23 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Larry_OHF]

Mistral...maybe adding the "B" to your title as well is fitting, hmmm ?

Anarrima 67/67

Another two team members lost. Probably dead by now. How was Anarrima to know any different? She sat there dazed and confused that these strange giants now seemed to be becoming more strong by the hour, for she had no idea what type of magic had just been invoked to produce the yellow doorway. Wyrd lay across the way, seemingly crushed. Ruby was in tears, running toward her beloved friend, holding her head in pain as though she was also under an attack of mental might. The mighty dragon had been wounded...the one that Brendon trusted would be the saviour of the mission.
In the end of all things, it appeared that the druid and she were all that was left to save Ironworks. The three banewolves had been momentarily frightened into seclusion as the giants had appeared, which spoke of their great power. However, they were fast returning and only within one or two moves from attacking.

She looked again at the elven Druid, tears in her eyes. Ever so softly in her elven speech, backed with the scratchy undertones of Drow that had seeped into her accent, she proclaimed,

"Le a nin, beriad ammen Ahurani"

Ahurani be with us, you and I..

Ahurani Fairhand = Ana's Goddess

The rest was taken from Tolkien's Sindarin.

[TAOWolf]

Snarling, she can only watch as the giants attack and disappear before she can lift a finger...

Kneeling before Arcades, a single quicksilver tear rolls to the ground, as she conjures a healing globe, running it over his wing...

Looking back up, she stares at the elven girl for but a moment, then whispers...

"na dannsaidhean leam.........."
dance with me.....

She unsheathes the Spirit Sword, and with a mighty blow drives the blade into the ground in front of her, her features on her face turning to a wolf's as she screams..........

"The time has come.......... prepare yourselves......."

She casts one hand to the sky, calling down the thunder and lightning.......

the winds...

and the reverberations of ancient power to the ley lines...........

[Cyril Darkcloud]

DMs NOTE - Just to keep time issues straight here, the healing that needs to take place for Wyrd and Arcades will require a bit of time. That being the case, let's assume that roughly an hour or two has passed between the attack and TAO's putting the sword into the ground. This allows reasonable time for healing and the quick formulation of a desperate plan -- you guys do have a plan, right? [img]graemlins/blueblink.gif[/img] It also allows Ruby to recover her mental abilities.

.... and, of course, it allows the banewolves to come a bit closer .....

[ 03-17-2004, 12:24 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]