Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Four
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the prison cell-
Jon has almost gotten Wat free of his chains, just one more click, one more twist...
There! The manacles fall away and Wat gets to his feet, rubbing his wrists.
Jon has almost gotten Wat free of his chains, just one more click, one more twist...
There! The manacles fall away and Wat gets to his feet, rubbing his wrists.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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the hall near the teleport chamber-
Suddenly, without warning, the witch strikes! She materializes about four paces in front of Cirdan and launches a jet of fire from her hands. Flames wash over the knight, scorching his front.
Suddenly, without warning, the witch strikes! She materializes about four paces in front of Cirdan and launches a jet of fire from her hands. Flames wash over the knight, scorching his front.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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Norzak's two magical bolts splash harmlessly against an invisible barrier a foot or two in front of the witch.
''I have learned your tactics and taken precautions, dwarf.''
''I have learned your tactics and taken precautions, dwarf.''
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
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<i>Why, why are they never just wanting to talk?</i>
Dorgio speaks a word, and then is bathed in the golden light of his god. Then, he turns to the witch.
"The black robes, the Incabulites? Then I am grieving for what they did to you, but why take their power, why continue this circle of hate?"
Dorgio speaks a word, and then is bathed in the golden light of his god. Then, he turns to the witch.
"The black robes, the Incabulites? Then I am grieving for what they did to you, but why take their power, why continue this circle of hate?"
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
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Cirdan has intentionally remained there to have the witch focus on him...ewancummins wrote:the hall near the teleport chamber-
Suddenly, without warning, the witch strikes! She materializes about four paces in front of Cirdan and launches a jet of fire from her hands. Flames wash over the knight, scorching his front.
When the blaze strikes him, he lets himself fall down in front of the witch, trying to pierce her through as he falls...
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Cirdan's blade slices a line right through the translucent form of the witch- with no more harm done than if his blade had passed through empty air.Rafael wrote:Cirdan has intentionally remained there to have the witch focus on him...ewancummins wrote:the hall near the teleport chamber-
Suddenly, without warning, the witch strikes! She materializes about four paces in front of Cirdan and launches a jet of fire from her hands. Flames wash over the knight, scorching his front.
When the blaze strikes him, he lets himself fall down in front of the witch, trying to pierce her through as he falls...
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
Bennedict calls forth the spiritual sword of Ezra once more, setting it to it's work attacking the witch.
"Restore your father's realm?" he shouts, "I know your tale, witch. It was you, and your quest for vengeance, that destroyed the realm and cast it into this accursed isolation!"
"Restore your father's realm?" he shouts, "I know your tale, witch. It was you, and your quest for vengeance, that destroyed the realm and cast it into this accursed isolation!"
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
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[Batman voice:] "Come on, hit me!"ewancummins wrote:Cirdan's blade slices a line right through the translucent form of the witch- with no more harm done than if his blade had passed through empty air.Rafael wrote:Cirdan has intentionally remained there to have the witch focus on him...ewancummins wrote:the hall near the teleport chamber-
Suddenly, without warning, the witch strikes! She materializes about four paces in front of Cirdan and launches a jet of fire from her hands. Flames wash over the knight, scorching his front.
When the blaze strikes him, he lets himself fall down in front of the witch, trying to pierce her through as he falls...
And trying the same again...
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The floating sword that comes into being at Benn's command now swings at Wolutha, but she all too easily floats out of the way of the blade- and right into the path of a ray fired by Alain. The blind man has hit his mark by pure dumb luck! Wolutha shrieks in fury and wavers for a moment.
Then she moves forward, now focusing all her furious assault on Cirdan.
''YOU DEFY ME STILL? DIE, WRETCHED MAN!''
She clutches at Cirdan's face. Her insubtantial fingers are like shards of ice digging through his flesh. The knight can feel the life draining out of his body.
His counterswings pass harmlessly through Wolutha.
Then she moves forward, now focusing all her furious assault on Cirdan.
''YOU DEFY ME STILL? DIE, WRETCHED MAN!''
She clutches at Cirdan's face. Her insubtantial fingers are like shards of ice digging through his flesh. The knight can feel the life draining out of his body.
His counterswings pass harmlessly through Wolutha.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
Norzak moves as quickly as he can, unsheathing his sword. At the same time he orders his shadow to attack the ghost. He knows his blade is useless but he won't let her vent her rage on Cirdan.
He calls out loudly exactly where the ghost is in reference to the sound of his voice to help Alain.
The dwarf's shadow hits the ghost, hopefully distracting her from Cirdan.
He calls out loudly exactly where the ghost is in reference to the sound of his voice to help Alain.
The dwarf's shadow hits the ghost, hopefully distracting her from Cirdan.
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"Cirdan, be backing off!"
Dorgio grins in approval when he sees Alain's bolt strike the witch. He then draws a dagger from his boot and chants a spell over it, imploring the Morninglord to imbue the weapon with the searing light of day.
"Norzak!" he shouts, and slides the blade towards the dwarf.
Dorgio grins in approval when he sees Alain's bolt strike the witch. He then draws a dagger from his boot and chants a spell over it, imploring the Morninglord to imbue the weapon with the searing light of day.
"Norzak!" he shouts, and slides the blade towards the dwarf.
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
Little retcon here for Dorgio's action
The dwarf drops his blade. He tumbles and slides to grab the sliding blade from Dorgio then stands and moves to face the witch with the much better equipped blade! His next action will be to flank her with his shadow! He is still in fact talking loudly, advising Alain where she is exactly.
The dwarf drops his blade. He tumbles and slides to grab the sliding blade from Dorgio then stands and moves to face the witch with the much better equipped blade! His next action will be to flank her with his shadow! He is still in fact talking loudly, advising Alain where she is exactly.
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All the interference by the rest of the party succeeds in drawing Wolutha's attention away from Cirdan. She shifts her focus back to the spellcasters.
Benn's conjured sword blocks Wolutha's path. It strikes her to effect, but then she is able to get past it and keep coming.
Alain tries another ray, with some help from Norzak's hastily shouted instructions, but his spell misses its target.
Relentlessly, Wolutha bears down on the spellcasters who stand in the rear ranks of the party, her violet eyes blazing with fury and her long golden hair streaming behind her like broken sunbeams in the dimly-lit hall.
Norzak and Cirdan try to stop the ghost, but she just laughs scornfully at their ineffective attacks and flies right through both of them as easily as she'd earlier flown through stone walls to escape.
Norzak's shadow dogs her heels, but it doesn't manage to harm her, or even to slow her advance.
Once she near the rear rank of the party, she speaks a few clipped words of power and gestures emphatically with her outstretched hands. A gout of flame spills from her hands to wash over Benn and Dorgio, setting their hair and clothing ablaze and inflicting painful burns on both men. Alain is just at the edge of the fire, and his coat and hair are singed.
Dorgio, despite being severely burned, is able to stay focused enough to release the holy power he has raised and held. The mantle of golden light hanging about him now forms into a mighty bolt of energy that goes flashing towards Wolutha, to strike her in the chest.
Wolutha cries out in agony, her ethereal shape twisting in mid- air, transfixed by the celestial radiance. Then, very abrubtly, she vanishes. Only the afterglow of the heavenly light and the echo of Wolutha's fading scream remain.
Benn's conjured sword blocks Wolutha's path. It strikes her to effect, but then she is able to get past it and keep coming.
Alain tries another ray, with some help from Norzak's hastily shouted instructions, but his spell misses its target.
Relentlessly, Wolutha bears down on the spellcasters who stand in the rear ranks of the party, her violet eyes blazing with fury and her long golden hair streaming behind her like broken sunbeams in the dimly-lit hall.
Norzak and Cirdan try to stop the ghost, but she just laughs scornfully at their ineffective attacks and flies right through both of them as easily as she'd earlier flown through stone walls to escape.
Norzak's shadow dogs her heels, but it doesn't manage to harm her, or even to slow her advance.
Once she near the rear rank of the party, she speaks a few clipped words of power and gestures emphatically with her outstretched hands. A gout of flame spills from her hands to wash over Benn and Dorgio, setting their hair and clothing ablaze and inflicting painful burns on both men. Alain is just at the edge of the fire, and his coat and hair are singed.
Dorgio, despite being severely burned, is able to stay focused enough to release the holy power he has raised and held. The mantle of golden light hanging about him now forms into a mighty bolt of energy that goes flashing towards Wolutha, to strike her in the chest.
Wolutha cries out in agony, her ethereal shape twisting in mid- air, transfixed by the celestial radiance. Then, very abrubtly, she vanishes. Only the afterglow of the heavenly light and the echo of Wolutha's fading scream remain.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
