Subject: Part 2: On the road 2,257 views

[Racer Xonclar]

Itrav would make the snide observation about his frozen trek to his "test", the frozen dwarven winter, and now creatures that seemingly ooze ice physically and emotionally, but his mind was focused on a single thing...survival.

Not even pausing to shake the goop off his fist (which might even be wise considering the nature of this thing), Itrav moves behind the dark being striking out against Rashid. In the blink of an eye, Itrav's fists accelerate faster than muscles should truly allow, at least safely, and the goop is slowly slung off as a barrage of knuckles assail the beast.

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Flurry of Blows plus the +2 flanking bonus to-hit for being behind it while it's occupied

[Weasel]

With the cold now gripping him firmly, the dwarves eyes widen with the arrival of the tree wights.

"They've brought friends!" he says as he hurls his last axe at the new arrivals.

In the blink of an eye he has unsheathed his waraxe, and with his shield held high advances towards his foe.

[Black_Hawk]

Foul things... death must come to them quickly. Sending a silent prayer to Amon for strength, Rashid shakes off the leaden cold feeling in his bowls, unleashing a flurry of slashes toward the wraith. Should it be defeated, he will dash to assist Bnor.

[coyotelaughs]

Nu, seeing that Itrav is very injured, takes a shot at the closest of the three new Wraithes, then with unnatural grace he floats to the ground as he starts heading to Itrav's aid. (Common)"Itrav, to me..." (Sylvan)"My aia, protect our charge, I will keep them off of you both after I heal the Salmaradim's get."

Nu moves across the top of the snow in a way that would make a Lynx feel clumsy as he makes his way to Itrav. He begins to pray to his spirits for to forgive this one his unfortunate birth and bless him with their healing energy that he may continue to fight.

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Nu will use cure light wound on Itrav in the next round when he reaches him.

I should have been more clear on choices of targets but it worked out better with the one you picked.

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[rainbowpalmcakes]

Before Bael could even warn them, the creatures have already surfaced. She nods at Nu on his instruction to stay with Glorgar.

Nyaleih sakas...lend me your wrath...

She throws her spear at the one coming in for Bnor, swift and strong Nya pierces the air pointing death to the creature.
Bael inverts her sickle to an inward grip looking behind Glorgar and back at the party being attacked, making sure nothing sneaks up on them from the other side.

[Shiv]

The battle continues. Bnor, beset by three wraiths and hastily flinging his final axe at point bland range, misses his target, the weapon sailing harmlessly into the darkness of the surrounding trees. With a small scoff at his own poor aim the dwarf them pulls out his dwarven handaxe, ready to go toe to toe with his foes. The sylvan support barage fares better though as arrow and spear both strike home against the wraiths -hopefully- wounding them badly. Baelevdulvanna holds her position as her spirit infused sear returns to her hand while Lan'nuiatnal then moves towards his Salmaradim companion, a prayer of healing already on his lips.

Thirty feet away, at the original melee, the specter fails spectacularily in its attacks and is brought down by a combination of Itravs pummeling strikes and Rashids razor-sharp fans. The strange creature falls to the ground, shudders once, and disappears much like its companion, colapsing in on itself as it returns to whence it came.

Meanwhile the last three monsters continue their assault upon the lone dwarf. Again his armor saves him from most of the strikes but a single claw mananges to find its way through his defences, leaving a searing stab wound in his gut. Bnors inards lurch and he has to steel hiumself so as not to fall to his knees and empty his stomach as the icy touch of the wraith digs into his abdomen.

Suddenly, with a dwarven battlecry, Glorgar launches himself towards the melee, brandishing his fifteen inch shears, rushing forward as fast as his short legs can carry him. The baraber runs to save his kin.

[Weasel]

.oO(Not again... have'ta find that one.) he thinks as he axe goes sailing into the darkness.

"ARGH!"

Bnor's knees nearly buckle from the icy pain. His resolve fades quickly as the pain seems to spread into his back, and all the way through his shoulders. His axe and sheild arms lower, and he staggers slightly.

He shakes his head to try and clear the pain, but it is not until he hears his kins battlecry that he knows this fight is far from over. With his shield at the ready, he raises his axe and presses forward with a heavy swing.

[rainbowpalmcakes]

Bael's eyes grow wide as Bnor gets stabbed in the gut. Before she could think of her next move her peripheral blurs with Glorgar running to his aid, shears held up and ready to attack.

"Glorgar no!!!"

Nya lands back in her grip. She runs after Glorgar catching up to his side, throwing her spear at the creature. She jumps and grips at her sickle both hands held high to land a stab at the wraith.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

A primal scream escapes her, face fierce with anger, Bael is now passed the point of controlling her rage.

[coyotelaughs]

Nu hears Bnor's cry of pain, but maintain my concentration to heal Itrav. I feel the energy flow from my hand into Itrav like a plant pushing its way through the skin of the earth, there is a faint green glow that flows from my hand to float on Itrav's skin before sinking into him. There is a noticeable change in Itrav's appearance as the energy speeds up his healing process.

As I am healing Itrav I hear Bael yell "Glorgar No!" I watch as she chases after him, (Sylvan)"Aia fight with all your heart and keep Glorgar safe, I will keep the other Wraiths busy." I smile with pride as my Bael shouts her warrior cry and goes in for the attack.

Nu's hand smoothly moves to pull my next arrow from the quiver as I scan the surrounding area for signs of more Wraiths. I focus on the Wraiths near my aia, preparing to fire an arrow into the next closest Wraith near Bael, leaving the one she is battling to her and Glorgar.

[Black_Hawk]

Finishing two more slashes with his fans and smirking in satisfaction as the wraith falls from the air, he nods at Itrav. Turning immediately to the rest of the fray, he is just in time to see Bnor take a claw to the gut and stagger. He dashes into the fray as quickly as may be and slashes at the closest of the wraiths, attempting to draw some of the figurative heat off of Bnor.

[Racer Xonclar]

"There is no time for this," the Salmaradim scolded in his mind as the forest elf rushed him with healing words. At the chorus of screams from the other half of the party, Itrav coils more, black goop still hanging from his knuckles. "Faster..." he says even as Lan'Nuiatnal is already finishing.

As soon as he felt the magic mending flesh with that unique warm tingling feeling he had learned to recognize from his masters, the dark elf darts towards the remaining fray. Coming up behind one of the wraiths foolishly dancing with someone else, Itrav's hands flash into motion again.

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Flurry of blows again with the flanking +2 again. Basically delayed my spot in initiative, though we're really not following initiative that well lol

[Shiv]

Nu finishes his whispered prayer and a soothing heat flows through Itrav, driving back the cold seeping through his insides and making his heart jolt. Without so much as a nod to the Sylvan healer the monk charges towards the last three wraiths while Nu readies another arrow and looks for more assailants. He finds none.

Itrav appears beside the wraith like a bolt from blue, his arms lashing out so fast you can barely follow them, pummeling the wraith fighting Bnor. The thick hard consistency of bark and flesh recoils under his fists and the monster is driven back from his assault. As the creature is driven back Bnor strikes. His axe slices through the air and, as if powered by Eldasvagga herself, decapitates the creature, the multi-eyed head spinning through the air to land several feet away. The eyes snap closed along the body of the wraith and the two halves fade from view.

Meanwhile Rashid battles the second foe. After making an attack he leaves himself open, the quick monster darting up above him and striking like a hunting eagle. Both its claws sink into his shoulders, icy numbness spreading through his body. The chock almost makes him pass out, his vision tunneling and his weapons falling from his hands. With a supreme effort of will the human wanderer grabs the wraith hanging above him by its arms and, using his body-weight that far outstrips that of the wraith, spins it around and slams in into the ground in front of him. With his opponent stunned, Rashids rolls, grabs his two fans, and slices into his foe with a fervor rivaling that of Bnors killing blow. Under a flurry of criss-crossing strikes the wraith dematerializes, leaving nothing but a few drops of cold, black blood on the snow.

Only one of the apparitions remain, and with no reinforcements in sight the creature starts ascending, trying to put as much distance between itself and the party as possible. It is caught mid-air however bu Nyaileth-sakas, striking the creatures chest, before returning to the hand of its owner.

Glorgar stands below the retreating enemy, staring with hate-filled eyes at the creature outside his reach.

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Bnor deals 12 points of damage to his wounded opponent, who falls even before he is able to strike.

Rashid takes eight points of combined ice and slashing damage, before managing a double crit (lucky bastard) and dealing 14 points of damage to his already wounded foe. Second wraith dead.

Itrav heals for 7HP

The last treewraith flees, taking a hit before reaching higher altitudes, it is now 30ft above the party.

Nu does not spot any more enemies.

Current HP:
Rashid: 8
Bael: 20
Nu: 17
Itrav: 12
Bnor: 12

[Racer Xonclar]

Itrav's eyes stare a hole through the retreating creature, almost as if it would scorn the thing's cowardice. "What were those?" he asks crisply, clearly still prepared for a fight as black goo drips off of white-knuckled (or more white than usual) fists.

"My traveling companions seem competent enough...and the forest elves appear to not let their distaste of me prevent them from fighting as a group. Good, however unneeded the aid was. It means we have something in common more than the shape of our ears..." he thought silently as he waited for the response, allowing his mind to wander away from focus on his training and Aikikai stance.

[coyotelaughs]

Nu aims true, asking for the assistance of his diety and spirit guide to end the suffering of this wraith and release it's tortured soul, then releases. (Druidic)"My aia, we won't allow this abomination to live." After I fire the first arrow, I knock a second arrow, preparing to finish what they started.

(Common)"Tree Wraiths.....Salmaradim curse.....hurt....slaves...."

[Racer Xonclar]

Itrav's scolding glare at the fleeing treewraith turns into a cold stare at the forest elf. "What did he just say?..." A quick paranoid glance around them to make sure something hasn't taken advantage of their focusing on a flying creature, and the he looks back to it himself.

"I will assume your lack of skill with the Common tongue caused you to speak differently than you meant, forest elf," he says in his usual flat but cold tone. His knuckles slowly relax, seeing that the treewraith has no intention of coming back down to fight. Reaching into his pouch, he grabs his small cloth usually used for wiping down his pipe and begins cleaning the goop off his hands.