Die, Paldemar, Die!

Paldemar looses a shocksphere once more. Yshven takes the brunt this time, howling in delirious pain. Splash damage is taken by both the bronze warder and Garrosh. Kurgan takes an axe wound from the warder, as Garrosh falls bleeding on the floor. Yshven heals the fallen cleric and swings at the evil mage. The mage sidesteps but misses Yshven with his eyebite. The norkers sling away at Kurgan and he yelps taking a nasty shot in the neck. He roars murder and breathes his dragonbeath at them. They are wreathed in fleeting fire. Breathing labored, the front of his mail sopping wet with blood, he closes against one and connects with a vicious cut killing it.

Yshven lunges against Paldemar, igniting the fiery magic of his hammer. Paldemar burns and shockspheres both Kurgan and Yshven in retaliation, The warder swings and misses Kurgan. Garrosh rises but misses Paldemar, he draws inner power and heals Yshven instead. Yshven heals himself some more but misses Paldemar with his hammer. The flailer norker swings at Kurgan, flail heads digging deep, Kurgan hangs on the verge of unconsciousness but still manages to stand. He mutters introspectively and slashes at the flailer with his sword, wounding it in turn. Yshven slams Paldemar but the evil wizard just won’t die. Casval gives up a rattling cry and expires.

Paldemar, still burning, swings his staff at Yshven and surprisingly, connects with a hard thud. Garrosh maneuvers aside and imbues his allies with divine vigor reconstitute themselves. Yshven harasses Paldemar but the wizard shifts away to blast him. The norkers harry Kurgan mercilessly. Paldemar burns and tries to backstep from Yshven but the fiery distraction proves good enough and the craghammer finds his jaw. He topples over flat, half his face a soggy bag! Yshven zeroes in on the bronze warder. It is pummeling Garrosh with its huge axe. Yshven positions but misses. The warder swipes at Kurgan, joining the norkers in concert. He drops at the relentless barrage. Garrosh and Yshven lash back at the warder in tandem while the sling norkers turn on Yshven. The flailer takes a hit stepping in but still manages to find Garrosh’s flesh.

Only Yshven and Garrosh now, thinks Quorbin to himself. Would they survive this? Would the group prevail in the end? Too tired now. Too tired to look. Cold. Darkness falls. Quorbin breathes his last.

~ by Carlo on November 5, 2009.