Sees the mummies making their way towards them and one lonely guard....does a running twist to build momentum of his axe and attempts to take out the possible last guard....



17:46, Today: Viktor rolled 12 using 4d6. damage.
17:46, Today: Viktor rolled 49 using 1d100. axe.
17:45, Today: Viktor rolled 93 using 1d100. dodge.
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Yara sneers as the comment seems to have hit home, Angrboda turns and concentrates on on the large amazon. Her gauntlet covered hand and massive forearm sweeps the area in front of her batting aside the first dagger attack from Angrboda. "Balo? ha, such a minor lord as I have never heard of. Call to your lord to see how pitiful he is here!" her voice full of mocking in an almost practiced retort. [Secret to Angrboda: Yaawwn. What am I missing mistress? ]She uses a back hand swing with her gauntlet to swat aside the second dagger thrust. Full of confidence.

No matter her level of confidence she is not ready to face off against multiple adversaries in an all out brawl as the pugilist abandons her longsword and raises both fists into an all out brawlers stance. A flurry of blows rain in on the amazon who pulls back her arms to shield her face and upper body. Unfortunately for the amazon it is not enough. While her armor may have helped against Angrboda's magics, it did no avail against the combination of attacks from the two assailants. Two solid hits are enough to get past Yara's armor, perhaps next time her helm would have been a the wise choice, as the pugilist lands a solid blow snapping back Yara's head and laying her out flat. Yara's eyes flutter back as she slumps down against the stone wall. Full of adrenaline, the pugilist hocks a giant mouthful of spit and lets Yara know what she thinks of her. "That is for Sojan." As the battle spirit dies down, the pugilist raises her hands open palm side out. "Friend!!, Friend!"

"I do not think this is the time to put your hands up, weve got some mummies inbound!" The pugilist's guard ally points out as she draws forth a familiar looking short sword. Whomever this pugilist is, you instantly recognize the allies sword as belonging to Eclair. As Eclair sets for battle an also familiar battle cry roars down the hall. Viktor kicks the downed guard across the face silencing her cries and charges towards the last standing guard at the entrance to the hall. As everyone seems to have forgotten about her, the guard had moved up to stab Viktor in the back. Both parties meet somewhere in the middle as weapons spark. Viktor's momentum was not enough to get past this guards defense as she is able to deflect the giant axe. The guard retaliates with no results as Viktor dances just outside of the guards reach.

Just before the first of the mummies reaches eclair you hear a high pitched keening noise emanate from their sewn lips. A formaldehyde stench rolls across Eclair, the combination of the keening and the stench assaulting all of her senses. In a powerful yet clumsy attack the mummy hacks at Eclair who easily turns aside the black longsword. Turning the attack back on to the mummy Eclair performs a wicked slash across the unarmored midsection opening a large gash. Issuing forth from the gash, instead of the usual entrails, a mass of reddish tendrils leap out. As soon as they make contact with the air they ignite in a dazzling of violet red flame. The tendrils begin to flail around grasping at anything nearby. The heat radiating from the tendrils easily raises the temperature a few degrees.

Angrboda eyes narrow to slits as the woman mocks her patron, "You will meet him soon bitch." she whispers as she thrusts the dragon dagger into the unconscious woman's throat.  "You are missing the chance to feed you silly thing." she says to the dagger and pauses a second to see if the thing is hungry before turning to face the new threat.

Berta stares in horror and fascination at Angrboda. Not the death-stroke, mind, but the words she speaks to the killing weapon.  "Angrb ... Lady ?" this seems to be a woman who demands respect.

Eclair's warning spins her around and the big woman's eyes widen at the new threat.  For a moment she stands paralyzed as her new companion trades blows with the first of the creatures, searching their faces, hoping and praying not to see anyone she recognises ... and then Eclair's blade opens the belly of her foe and Berta is diving for her own sword, snatching it from the ground, for she's not going within the length of arm and steel of the reach of those ... things.

"Mirath's pale fingers !  Lady, beware !" her warning to Angrboda is more urgent as she moves to Eclair's side, lashing out with her sword at the things that were once men and batting at a black blade with her free hand, fighting back her rising gorge.

[Private to GM:  Sword as primary, and tried to use Cestus to disarm, but no dice.  Got to try rules out as I find 'em ... <grins>

20:28, Today: Berta rolled 22 using 1d6+17. Initiative. 5 DEX ranks to recover weapon
20:35, Today: Berta rolled 10 using 1d100. Longsword. vs 105 - critical
20:36, Today: Berta rolled 86 using 1d100. Cestus (offhand). vs (140/2) = 70 - failure
20:38, Today: Berta rolled 41 using 1d100. Dodge #1. vs 104 - success
20:38, Today: Berta rolled 5 using 1d100. Dodge #2. vs 74 - critical
20:38, Today: Berta rolled 24 using 1d100. Dodge #3. vs44 - success

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Would you just die already...I want some mummies to kill....Keeps dueling with the last human guard....

Angrboda kneels on the lap of the giantess and inserts the dragon dagger just above the gorget of Yara's plate armor. Blood spurts out for a few seconds and cascades down her chest. Savoring in the kill, she lets the blade linger longer than many soldiers would.

Already ready for action Eclair swipes a second time at the same mummy she had hit earlier. Changing her tactics a bit she readies for a killing blow. In an expert cut, she swipes her sword up and towards the mummified things head taking it clean off. The mummy staggers for a bit, just a second, before a mass of the red ropy tentacles erupt from the things neck likewise erupting into flames. Staggering back from what should have been a killing blow, Eclair pulls back into a complete defensive position. As if sensing the retreat the fiery tendrils dart towards eclair. Clumsily the tendrils thrash about attempting to whip at Eclair who seems able to keep jsut out of striking range.

Not halting due to the demise of one of their "companions" head, another one of the mummies moves forward towards the fallen guard. With no emotion, except for the keening wail, the thing plunges it's black sword into the disabled guard effectively skewering her to the floor. The wail intensifies for a moment. The body then begins to deflate, as if the mummified body were merely a wineskin being drained of liquid. The area begins to become extremely crowded with these once noble Syferans. Two more take position within striking distance of Eclair. The keening echos some unfulfilled desire as they hack with their evil looking black swords. Tag teaming in rough hacks the mummies are able to get a glancing blow on Eclair. Though able to dodge one, the other is just a hair quicker nicking her in her off arm.

Seeing Eclair in trouble the pugilist guard grabs her abandoned sword and attempts to move forward and assist, however she is cut off as more of the mummies pour in to fill the open voids. She is able to get to her sword before getting cut off fortunately. In a desperate upwards slash she is able to carve off a portion of one of the mummies head, only to be met with a similar eruption of flaming tentacles that she is able to duck away from. Luckily, at this time, the remaining mummies have yet to reach the congesting hallway.

Viktor in aggravation swipes again at the last remaining guard. As the guard lunges at the Pan Tangian Viktor turns the tables. In a deft maneuver Viktor reverses his stance and pulls to the side altering his swing, which neatly severs the guards longsword hand from her forearm. In complete shock, the guard follows through with her swing and splatters the blood of her weaponless limb straight into the breastplate of Viktor.

As Yara's blood sprays over her body Angrboda laughs in exhilaration, "Mighty Bali take this woman's soul." she says and then turns to see the mummies attacking, "Back away from them, NOW!" she yells, she gives the team a few seconds to comply and unleashes one of her most potent spells, "Grome hear me, come take back your due." she exclaims as she draws upon her magical reserves.

OOC: casting beckoning earth.

Berta stares horrified at the fiery tendrils, and all but gasps in relief as Angrboda commands retreat, backing up towards the stairs to stand at the small woman's side, to ward her as she begins her incantation, sword held out before her in an effort to prevent any of the creatures coming near.

"Move if you can !" she yells out to those fallen guards that can still hear her.  "At least we can offer you a cleaner death !"

[Private to GM: Disengaging ... attempting to move back alongside Angrboda.  At least that was the plan ... hope no more than one blow comes her way !  :>

20:36, Today: Berta rolled 22 using 1d6+17. Initiative.
20:36, Today: Berta rolled 50 using 1d100. Dodge #1. vs 104 - success
20:36, Today: Berta rolled 89 using 1d100. Dodge #2. vs 74 - failure
20:37, Today: Berta rolled 67 using 1d100. Dodge #3. vs 44 - failure
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Laughs loudly as the guards blood goes splashing against him and her arm and sword fall loudly to the ground...Run towards the mummies and through yourself on them or die now by my axe...I give you the choice..holds his mighty axe towards her neck and waits for her decision...hearing Angrboda yelling something in the background...




13:58, Today: Viktor rolled 66 using 1d100. listen.
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Not even taking the time to clean the dagger, Angrboda stands and musters forth her arcane energies. Different than the other times of summoning her powers, this one feels far more oppressive, greedy almost. A short stench of carrion dirt flows from her towards the mummy things. The things halt their forward advances, and the room grows quiet.

for a second

The "nails across a chalkboard" keening wail rises from each of the mummified things, almost in a mocking chorus. They renew their forward shambling towards the party. [Secret to Angrboda: Purrrrrrr, Those are not dead mistress. See the sword still glowing in the body ] [Private to Angrboda: Absently you flick your eyes to the black longsword impaled in the now dead guard. The once vibrant runes are slowly fading away. Much like the corpse that wielded it, it seems to be draining of power. You have heard of object bound demons animating things in order for their goals to be met, however at this moment you cannot thing of any specific breed.]

Taking the second to her advantage the pugilist guard backs away from the mummified things and places herself between the sorceress and the one again advancing things. The thing, now sprouting firing tentacles from the side of it's carved face, advances on the pugilist guard. With as much emotion as a corpse can muster, it surges forward with both the sword and tentacles flailing away. Unable to maintain the shielding of Angrboda, and protecting herself, one of the attacks gets through glancing off the Royal Syferan armor. Thinking herself safe, the pugilist regains her footing and guard, in time to ward off the attack of a new black sword swing at her.

In an uncharacteristic restraint of his bloodlust Viktor offers the choice of mercy. Through the pain clouded eyes it is evident that little of what Viktor is saying it registering with her. That is until the mention of mummies, "Echare! RUN!" her eyes grow wide with the look of a rabbit fleeing for her very survival. Ignoring the axe at her neck she breaks and runs down the long corridor before Viktor can flinch.

Not as lucky, Eclair finds herself being progressively pushed back as she adopts a "fight for her life" defensive stance. The thing sprouting two fiery tentacles, and two others, press forward in an attempt to simply overwhelm her. In a dazzling display of swordsmanship and dexterity she is able to avoid the flurry of blows from the monstrous things. All blows but one, that is, as the effort eventually takes it's toll. The black sword from one of the creatures is able to break her defenses and pierce her armor. Blood gushes from the wound as Eclair slides to her knees.
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Hey guard do you want your hand back? Wonders why he didn't just kill the guard..damn Rael must be wearing me down on his human morals and such nonsense....laughs sadistically  and starts running towards the rest of his group...

"The swords, the swords are animating the corpses." yells Angrboda angry at herself for wasting so much precious energy without assessing the situation correctly.  She pauses to think, "Everyone up the stairs, quickly.  Viktor grab that whore's body."  she says as she turns to head to the stairs, an idea forming in her mind.

Runs over towards Éclair dodging any oozing zombie mummies in the way and swings his mighty axe towards the closest ones blocking Éclair to try to give her some relief and goes to grab Yara the whore's body after hacking his axe into her chest and chuckling after blood splatters out to keep it from falling and still be accessible to grab if needed.  Boda I have the whore, You he motions to the guard apparently on their side please help Eclair up the stairs she seems injured...Eclair are you ok?
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It seems that this day Grome does not heed Angrboda's summons ... and while Berta is yet to decide whether that's a good or bad thing, it still leaves the creatures to be dealt with, or avoided.  Heeding Victor's call, Berta moves to Eclair's side, fighting her way through if necessary, though ...

"The stairs ?!!  We have trouble enough without bringing the rest of the Royal Guard down on our heads.  We need to find the prisoner and may not get the opportunity again - we should head that way," she pulls/drags Eclair down the to the left of the doorway, where it leads behind the stairs, hoping the other two follow.  "There's a guardroom back there - we should be able to block the door !"

[Private to GM: if anything comes near then trying disarm again, in view of Angrboda's advice regarding the swords - first with Cestus, then with blade, if needs be AND she has a free hand (might be trying to grab, pull or half-carry Eclair) ...  :>

13:37, Today: Berta rolled 20 using 1d6+17. Initiative.
13:37, Today: Berta rolled 41 using 1d100. Disarm . vs 140/2=70 - success
13:37, Today: Berta rolled 28 using 1d100. Disarm (Sword). 105/2=53 - success
13:38, Today: Berta rolled 22 using 1d100. Dodge #1. vs 104 - success
13:38, Today: Berta rolled 93 using 1d100. Dodge #2. vs 74 - failure
13:38, Today: Berta rolled 56 using 1d100. Dodge #3. vs 44 - failure

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Angrboda nods, "You know this place better than I.  I need a narrow corridor." she says as she moves to help Eclair, "A pox on the day that I wish I had Rael around." she spits, then sighs, "Unfortunately Eclair I have no knowledge of the medicinal arts, but I will help you up, and together we can find that blasted man."

The fleeing guardswoman disappears around a corner at the end of the corridor indicated by the pugilist guard. Your besieged group surges forward, hoping for enough space to grab your companions and go. Viktor moves his axe to his right hand and begins to drag the giantess down the long open corridor. The pugilist guard and Angrboda both move forward to wrench Eclair from the clutches of the mummified things. That is when something unholy happens around Eclair.
[Private to Berta; Viktor: You feel a giant THUD in your chest as your ensorceled heart beats, once, slightly out of synch. Absently you clutch your chest as the event causes you to flinch slightly.]

A sort of aura, or flame, seems to envelope around Eclair. A primal, painful, yell issues from her throat as she grabs the black sword that had impaled her. Sliding the black longsword out from the wound you hear her call back over her shoulder "The heart! Go while you can! I got this." Her voice sounding almost completely alien out of her mouth as a tinge of male, and demonic, vocalizations all overlap her normal voice. The hand, she so carefully keeps hidden, slides from under her cloak as she reaches out to deflect another of the black swords. It is a stone fleshed, almost gargoyle like thing, oozing of it's own demonic power. Batting aside the black swords she surges forward pushing the group closest to the corridor a few steps back, giving the group ample time to retreat. A laugh issues from her mouth in the same three toned voice "At least this is more interesting than a fraking desk job!"

Berta grits her teeth and gasps for breath, hand pressed hard against her armoured chest ... and then the pain is gone and ...

The warrior-woman shies away as something possesses Eclair, eyes wide in shock, backing down the passage, then turning and running, grabbing hold of Yara's collar to assist the big axe-man with the corpse.

"By the Nine ... there is dark magic here !"

My chest....what the hell...did I eat something bad?...lets go of Yara the dead whore for a second and grabs his chest and groans a little...looks over towards the helping guard as she grabs her chest in pain too...did your lovely chest have a pain shoot through it? thanks for helping us get out of this dreadful place...I hate leaving Eclair behind...
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"Like a damned knife," Berta growls, "and you're helping me ... if we can free the Tenatir and escape with our lives."

"There is merely magic." Angrboda states hoping that Eclair makes it back to them, as she keeps moving, looking for the right place.

Boda if Viktor cuts off oozing zombie mummy hands will they die?....where do you want the whore's evil dead body?.. looks towards Eclair and wonders if she is gone and if still alive..wants to be gone...

Turning around you find that the order to "bar the door after me" was blissfully ignored by whomever Yara was bellowing at. Sliding through the door you quickly pull it shut behind you to grant you a few more moments. As you collect your thoughts, you notice that there is a passage at the bottom of the stairwell that seems out of place. A smell similar to the dungeons is wafting through the passage. Above you can hear echoing through the compound the solid boot falls of guards being mobilized. It is obvious that something is going on upstairs.

The sound of clashing metal and the screeching wails of the mummified things seep their way through the door. It sounds as if Eclair is doing as promised and giving your group a moment to make your escape.

"The other passage !" Bertha rumbles, but the sounds behind her remove any inclination she might have to go back, nor do the noises from above appear any more inviting.  That opening to the left, though - not a good choice, but the best they have.

"Ah, Hells - this way !"  The big woman starts forward.  "Should lead through to the 'evil whore's' quarters.  Normally that'd be death, but not as if she'll be gainsaying us."

Yes let us go to the dead whore's room...should we drag her to the room? We need to get out of this place... spins his axe around trying not to show he is actually a liitle nervous about this situation...

Angrboda follows the others through the strange passage, hoping that the guard's willingness to attack her leader is not just a ruse to kill them both.  As soon as they are through the passage she does cast another spell before closing the door behind her, "That should make it a bit more difficult to follow us." she says, smiling,

OOC:  Casting Gift of Grome in the stairway.