Showdown With The Iron Ring

Maruc grinned at Miklos. “Nice work there.”

“My turn.” he said in dark tones of death.

His eyes met the cold blue of Jolenta’s. Imperceptibly he nodded at his foe. She, recognizing the challenge smiled slowly. He wondered how prepared she was? Or whether she was spent. “Let us see.” he muttered to himself.

“Halav constrain thee!” he cried and cast his Hold enchantment about the other priest. knowing that a powerful spell like this focused on one individual had the greatest chance of success. But also did he know that blessed priest were protected by their gods. Maruc had faith that no god could gainsay Halav Re-Incarnate for he was present in the physical world and not separated by vast planes of space and time. His power was pure and immediate.

Miklos nodded to Maruc, “No problem.” His eyes took in the charging were-beasts. “As yet.” he added.
He wondered momentarily if a sleep incantation would work on werecreatures. “Interesting,” he said conversationally, “Homovermin-Lunus, in demi form if I’m not mistaken. Quite unpleasant don’t you think? Probably impervious to sleep and charm spells. Time for a web I think.” He spread his hands and raised his arms gathering the magic from the firmament. With force he thrust his web spell at the front ranks of the enemy.

The magical tendrils ensnared three of the lycanthropes. Vokos raged as he saw his brothers become trapped.

The dwarf had his mouth open as he charged the Hound, apparently bellowing something, but Silence stole his battle roar. Regardless of the lack of sound, Feldard swung at the crazed fighter. He wasn’t intimidated by the wild-eyed look of the seemingly berzerker human. No human, or elf for that matter, could compare to a dwarf when it came to a battle frenzy. Not that Feldard was anywhere near that state now. He could take these humans on without need of it.

The crazed Hound managed to land a glancing blow to the dwarf, who returned the favor by nearly cleaving the man in half at the waist. One maniacal Iron Ring fanatic down, one to go.

Ludo moved forward into combat, yelling… and then everything went silent, one of Golthar’s spells he thought. He attacked the second Hound that was trying to flank Feldard, moving in he struck savagely with his sword and as the Hound parried, Ludo turned on his heel and used his dagger to cut deep into the Hounds arm. Stepping back he prepared for the Hounds anticipated counter attack.

The battle din was unnaturally truncated. The sight of Sligh was made even more eerie in the silence. The hulking man bore the signs of many battles. He wore only a skull-cap helm which revealed the absence of his left ear; a gnarled lump of flesh, marked its former position. Sligh wore surprisingly little armor; his arms mostly bare and knotted with sinew.

They fought. In the dusk. Leaves and sticks crushed beneath their feet made no sound. The melee took an erratic course as the two experienced fighters parried. Sligh knew something about fighting in the brambles. Turning, he hacked a leafy branch that cascaded into Stephan’s face. Without missing a beat, Sligh thrust his blade through the obscuring foliage delivering a nasty cut to the Traladaran’s shoulder.

But Stephan knew the woods long before he knew the sword. He too had some tricks for fighting in the trees. Seeing a hefty, dead branch just overhead, he parried off Sligh and then struck the limb so it would fall on his opponent’s side. The ploy worked but didn’t garner more for Stephan than a good hack at Sligh’s right arm. Blood splattered his blade.

Suddenly, the desperate racket of armed conflict erupted in Stephan’s ears. Sligh and the woodsman’s dance of death had led them to the edge of the cone of silence. Twirling and spinning with sword and shield, Stephan was subjected to a startling sequence of noise, silence, noise, silence.

“‘ARRRRcchu’”, Ding!”

Silence.

“‘Aieeeeeee’, Thud!”

Silence.

“‘Goltha..’,” Twang!”

Silence.

The effect was surreal but Stephan was able to maintain a focus on Sligh who, equally, seemed to have no other interest in the world than Stephan. Until a diabolical grin spread across his face—snaggle teeth and all. Sligh spied something behind Stephan.

‘No way,’ Stephan thought. ‘I’m not falling for that old trick.’

But something struck Stephan from behind. Something was on his back. Something was trying to bite his neck.

Turning and twisting in a frenzy, Stephan grasped at the thing on his back. He felt a stinging pain in his neck and flailed into the foliage in frantic attempt to rid himself of the pest.

Slight did not lose the opportunity and lunged forward at the stricken woodsman. Slicing down and across with his sword, the hulking fighter pressing the attack.

Hasan watched the woodsman’s fight. It was evenly matched until the were rat interceded. Hasan saw Stephan slump under the were creatures horrible bite. Finally the elf saw the clear shot he had waited for. The arrow raced forward and buried itself in Sligh’s upraised arm. It was a grievous blow, but the great man halted only momentarily before his battle cry rose again in the strange half quiet night.

Golthar smiled. Just as he had expected, the enemy was fully engaged with the ground forces. He flew back within range. First, he had to take out their spellcasters. He knew well that this young wizard was powerful, having heard spy reports that he had a lightning bolt spell in his arsenal. He couldn’t have that. And that damn elf. The arrow lodged in his thigh was causing him more pain than he had experienced in a very long time. He focused his concentration on his magic. Just as Maruc had paralyzed Jolenta, Golthar cast a hold spell at Miklos and Hasan. Their movements ceased and they fell to the ground, conscious but helplessly paralyzed.

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7 responses to “Showdown With The Iron Ring

  1. Battle summary:
    Ludo -1hp
    Feldard -1hp
    Stephan -6hp
    Hasan paralyzed
    Miklos paralyzed

    Current Enemies
    Golthar flying above
    Sligh
    1 Wererat
    1 Hound

    Others
    3 Wererats trapped in web
    10 fighters sleeping
    Jolenta paralyzed
    1 hound dead

    8:06pm, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 24,890/48000
    Miklos: 24,770/40000
    Feldard: 25,310/34000
    Hasan: 24,430/32000
    Stephan: 24,380/32000
    Ludo: 23,930/40,000

  2. miklosdostevar

    Miklos felt the icy grasp of magic curl around his limbs. His knees buckled as he collapsed to the floor. His mind drifted back to the dark night in the tower at Sukiskyn’s holdings. Venom had laid him low before though. His leg was caught awkwardly beneath him, his ankle twisting at a painful angle. Fortunately he was on his back, this afforded a good view of Golthar. He spent his time keeping his eye on him.

    He tried to remember how long the enchantment would last. A few minutes at best he suspected, but probably longer than his sleep spell, but as his master said, timings were notoriously vague. He prepared himself by carefully planning his actions when the tendrils of magic departed.

  3. Maruc

    Maruc grinned and winked at Jolenta. He hefted his shield and launched himself at the remaining wererat. The creature was twisted and ugly, it whipped out with its claws. Volkos was enraged, he grabbed both sides of the priests shield, dragging it down with his weight. He stretched his maw and lunged at the priests head.

    Maruc’s shield dropped away. The creatures angry eyes bore down on him, he ducked his head and felt it bite his helm. He pivoted with its momentum and twisted out of its grip and swung his loose flail around and cracked it behind the leg.

    Volkos spat. His tough mandibles jarred against the priests metal helm. He scrabbled as he was tipped off balance, but his preternatural dexterity kept him upright until a sharp pain around his knee took his leg from beneath him. He kicked out viscously catching the priest in the greave.

    Untangling his flail Maruc brought it down on the prone wererat, but before the blow landed he lost his footing as it struck his leg away. The creature was on its feet before Maruc righted himself. He mentally adjusted his tactics taking into account the creatures fast reflexes.

    He tried plan B, “Lucius!”

  4. Ludo

    Turned his head and looked in the direction of Marcus – mouthing the words “on my way”, he shock his head at the strange silence he was engulfed in. He charged towards the ratman, and with the silence masking his attacked struck it fully from behind with a perfect overhead swing. Not graceful, but what it lacked in style made up for in savagery. Volkos crumpled to the ground.

  5. Stephan

    Stephan was in a perilous position–flailing on the ground with some hideous were beast seemingly attached to his neck and laying before a formidable opponent who meant to see him dead.

    The Traladarian twisted in the crunching leaves grasping at the wererat on his shoulder. The creature was surprisingly strong but the woodsman got an iron grip on the thing and wrenched it from his shoulder. Somehow, Sligh was not able to land a killing blow at this critical moment. In a split second, Stephan had the wererat smashed in the dirt. He push hard, trying to suffocate it and break its back. But this was a second only before he just rolled and flung the thing into the gloomy woods. He heard a high-pitched squeal at it sailed through the dampening air.

    Continuing to roll, Stephan tried to find an opening to stand and again fight. He did! And happily found himself not having to fend off Sligh. The brute was staggering from some other wound. An arrow, perhaps.

    Seeing Sligh, Stephan charged with shield up. Just before closing to striking range, he did a turning sidestep, coming down and around with his sword to hack into Sligh’s upper back. The fighter’s armor was strong but Stephan’s blow still managed to cause some real pain. Sligh let off a sickening bellow.

  6. Leaving the first Hound to bleed out, Feldard crossed the distance to the second, blocking an attack aimed at Ludo as the man turned to give aid to the priest. Even as he swung his axe at the bezerker, the dwarf was noting that the two spellcasters were down, possibly killed by whatever magic was cast by Golthar.
    Feldard bellowed out in goblin towards Stephen, “We need your bow! Take out the Mage!”

  7. Stephan

    Sligh staggered away to recover. Stephan heard Feldard’s bellow and somehow found his bow. Knocking arrow after arrow, he fired a volley at Golthar. Trying to hit the flying man reminded Stephan of the Battle of Tul when he served in the archery corps in the Duke’s service.

    Stephan kept having to maneuver to shoot at the flitting mage. He intended to empty his quiver if necessary.

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