And it's on....
The air is filled with war cries, curses and missiles: darts, javelins both magical and mundane, sling shot, and arrows by the dozen fired by
Leaper, who dances between the sharp rocky outcrops shooting up into the mass of swooping Harpies.
Several go down under the onslaught, but their spells and missiles hit home too...
Amara's god guided javelin pierces the clouds of smoke but is intercepted by a Harpy bodyguard, the creature carried backwards by the force of the cast, deep into the dark void of the cave beyond. This causes the shaman to cackle in mirth, the laugh suddenly cut short by a magnificent blow between the eyes as
Hoskar fells her with a shot in a hundred.
Below,
Salen and Henal were simultaneously dodging through the maze of stalagmites, passing
Kobal as the Thunderbird brave knocks a Harpy out of the air to stab it to death with his magically charged blade.
It's mayhem and as soon as
Hoskar made the shot, he keels backwards from an equally well cast dart, his skin quickly blackening as it's vile poison spreads through his system. No one notices for everyones' attention is on the job at hand...
Tarosh dodges several missiles, kills a Harpy and then finds himself under attack from multiple spells, his mind a mire of hazy thoughts and fear. But he'd done his job well for he'd kept his attackers away from
Amara and Ohanzee, the former charging past to take his place, her face a mask of fury.
Ohanzee on the other hand found himself the centre of attention of half a dozen minor spirits and a crazed looking spectral Harpy with oblivion in her gaze...
Calling on his inner strength, a rune formed in the air before him, adding more strength to his charms and filling his heart with hope.
Hope that begin to fade as the Harpy spirit slowly but surely began to slide through the protective barrier of the bull roarer. Still prevented from passing through the angry disease spirits continue to smash themselves hopelessly against the magical wall...
As he dispatches another Harpy and pulls his javelin free,
Kobal sees that
Emesh-Ga has begun to materialise next to him and that each of his companions that he can see has a greenish hero light about them.
"For Tada"
"For Genert!"
Ahead of him
Henal and Salen are climbing up the shaman rock, where a handful of Harpies stand guard over their fallen leader, as the last remaining prisoners are kicked screaming to their doom.
"It comes...." utters
Emesh-Ga, his deep bass voice heard by all...
And from the darkness behind comes a loud chuckling gurgle....
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