"So Much For Shore Leave." The Dead Assault Northern Magincia.
Valek Typhoon and Lynne Zellinous
Posted at the Hooded Crow Inn.
It appears that a group of Undead - whispered to be either the work of the Umbral or Lord Tarrant - assaulted the Magincian Horseshoe evenings ago.
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Valek Typhoon and Lynne Zellinous
Posted at the Hooded Crow Inn.
It appears that a group of Undead - whispered to be either the work of the Umbral or Lord Tarrant - assaulted the Magincian Horseshoe evenings ago.
Caught up in the attack Valek was barely able to parry a mace blow coming down to his head. Metal shrieked and sparked against metal as his cutlass caught the large curved blade mere inches from his face. The larger undead holding the weapon bore down heavily on the pirate, pushing the man's strength to the limits.
The living dead muscled in close, its dark red pupils glaring into the eyes of its opponent. As their numbers thinned by the critical attacks from Patience, the assassins were losing their carefully cultivated air of surprise. "She is going to die mortal. And so will you." the large brigand spat through black lips and rotten teeth. A voice that echoed from within the body rather than from the man itself.
"My death has already been foretold. And her life is well protected." Valek hissed back.
"Today I prove you wrong!" The large man countered, reaching with his free hand he pulled a thin bladed dagger driving its point into Valek's thigh. The roar of pain that erupted from the pirate was startling, non-human, that it shook even the seasoned undead before him, if but for a brief moment. But a moment to long, before he could recover. The essence within the assassin heard the brief sound of a object flying through the air, then the hard impact of a blade at the base of the neck. Spinning away from his collapsed target on the ground. Valek quickly retook his surroundings. The blade of the Kryss spiked through the undeads skull and had come from Paytience. Though he was injured Valek was still annoyed that she had taken out his kill. The clash of assassins, murderous though it might be, was just what he needed. A good fight focused him. And at this moment he craved that battle focus.
Valek was tempted to change his mind about the holistic benefits of combat as a volley of fireballs erupted down at them from the roof. One clipped his arm singing deep into the skin. Another burned itself in his shoulder. For the second time that night he howled a rage of pain.
Paytience reacted to this new attack quickly. Pushing off from the side of the table on the balcony with one foot, she threw herself out into the room behind and slid on her back across the section of stone floor.
As Paytience rolled behind a wall to find a new weapon. He leaped up the wall from outside, hitting one of the bone magi with full force. Knocking the skeletal mage to the ground he proceeded to rip into the undead with the curve of the cutlass until into was a pile of bones. He was pissed now and wanted a target...
The living dead muscled in close, its dark red pupils glaring into the eyes of its opponent. As their numbers thinned by the critical attacks from Patience, the assassins were losing their carefully cultivated air of surprise. "She is going to die mortal. And so will you." the large brigand spat through black lips and rotten teeth. A voice that echoed from within the body rather than from the man itself.
"My death has already been foretold. And her life is well protected." Valek hissed back.
"Today I prove you wrong!" The large man countered, reaching with his free hand he pulled a thin bladed dagger driving its point into Valek's thigh. The roar of pain that erupted from the pirate was startling, non-human, that it shook even the seasoned undead before him, if but for a brief moment. But a moment to long, before he could recover. The essence within the assassin heard the brief sound of a object flying through the air, then the hard impact of a blade at the base of the neck. Spinning away from his collapsed target on the ground. Valek quickly retook his surroundings. The blade of the Kryss spiked through the undeads skull and had come from Paytience. Though he was injured Valek was still annoyed that she had taken out his kill. The clash of assassins, murderous though it might be, was just what he needed. A good fight focused him. And at this moment he craved that battle focus.
Valek was tempted to change his mind about the holistic benefits of combat as a volley of fireballs erupted down at them from the roof. One clipped his arm singing deep into the skin. Another burned itself in his shoulder. For the second time that night he howled a rage of pain.
Paytience reacted to this new attack quickly. Pushing off from the side of the table on the balcony with one foot, she threw herself out into the room behind and slid on her back across the section of stone floor.
As Paytience rolled behind a wall to find a new weapon. He leaped up the wall from outside, hitting one of the bone magi with full force. Knocking the skeletal mage to the ground he proceeded to rip into the undead with the curve of the cutlass until into was a pile of bones. He was pissed now and wanted a target...
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