Norwick's envoys and the goblins of the West Rawlins
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_Grahk flashes a grin at Rag then directs Spitter to push towards the doorway. He then makes an odd hand gesture at Mark who nods in return and starts casting something.
Gritting his teeth Grahk begin weighing havoc into the incoming mummies.
Tindra stuck in the masses, seems to hold her own well, each individual hit she takes is minor but she feels odd. As Spitter nears her she can't but help to notice he doesn't look well, his skin seems to be yellowing and deep circles lay beneath his eyes.
The armored dwarf is quickly mired in mummies their claws clashing against his plate.
As Dwin begins prepping his list of defenses the tall woman does in kind. He might of even finished his preparations before a now Tensered goblin comes out from behind the throne swinging at his head._
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(( I was waiting till after the holidays, but I will post something later if you want ))
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((Bumpity bump))
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Ragnhild meets Grahk's grin with one of her own, slinging the spear to her back and instead gripping the silver greataxe he once gifted her with, ready to cut the oncoming mummified goblins to shreds. Though the demonic woman's reappearance startles Ragnhild, she stays alongside Grahk and Spitter in the melee that follows, fighting like a furie and shouting back:
"Dwin!! Yell if need extra axe, and.. save giant bat wings - gifft for Horbag!"
She grins ferally, keeping an eye on the fight near the throne whenever possible in the midst of melee, as if ready to leap to Dwin's aid if needed. With the appearance of the third dwarf, Ragnhild's full attention turns to the mummies, cutting a path to aid his way to Dwin's side.
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- The heavily armored dwarf grumbled and watches, thinks for a moment, then stands *
"Greenskin yeh stay eer. I will leave you protection if yeh cen stand the smells.."
- with that he mutters a few gutteral words in dwarven summoning an undead, with whom he mutters a few quiet words to.
Satisfied that the undead will protect his goblin "squire", he stands and begins to make his way towards the undead. *
"DEMON! TAKE HEED DAT YEH MAY WANT TEH CHOOSE YEH BATTLES AFORE YEH MEET MY MISTRESS!"
- Walking quickly with his staff leaving burn marks on the cave floor he makes his way towards Dwin *
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Dwin rolls and tumbles and jumps back to his feet, holding Steelcutter in one hand and his shield in the other. He reaches down and yanks a strap on his boots. Seconds later he is covered in a thick bark. He then yanks his belt (Protection from Evil) and turns a ring (Bulls Strength) before attack-rushing at the bat-winged wench…
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@9e93a7d931=Salsadoom:
Moments later Mark turns around and screams as a mass of obviously mummified goblins come pouring thru the doorway.
Tindra pauses for a quick moment in shock at seeing mummies storm through the door. While she had expected trouble at the door, this obviously wasn't what her instinct had in mind.
But she quickly adapts. She expected a fight and here it is. Her belongings quickly hit the floor and with a feral roar she shapeshifts into her werecat form and readies herself for the assault.
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_As Dwin rushes to the throne he is immediately hit by what feels like a 'ton of ore' and is thrown 20 feet back hitting the ground hard and tumbles several feet.
Seemingly, out of nowhere, stands the tall woman before the throne where Dwin was approaching wielding a glowing mace, her face marred by a look of pure irritation.
((in what sounds like a yell to the party))
<tarl>Mortal fools, you are too late. Lord Orcus has the Orb in his hands and with Orcusword in the other now hunts down the Champions. Soon the Gates will open and the War will be brought to the Enemy.
::with that her eye begin glowing a fiery red as a pair of demonic bat wings unfold from behind her back::</tarl>_
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Seeing the imminent danger, but unable to avoid his instincts, Dwin rushes to the back of the throne where he thought he saw some movement and quickly searches for anything peculiar.
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_Tindra's spell seems to have no affect. Spitter and Grahk stand side by side trying to discern any sound or movement. The room seems completely devoid of the giant woman or the goblin on the throne to everyone….
But Dwin who swears he saw 'something' duck behind the throne.
Moments later Mark turns around and screams as a mass of obviously mummified goblins come pouring thru the doorway.
<grahk><g>::grins at Rag:: time to feed axe</g></grahk>_
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"I'll try," Tindra says with an unsure voice. She focuses her mind and releases a spell to purge magics again, this time showering the area around the throne with the nullifying magic. ((Dispel Magic again, as an area spell))
As soon as the spell is released, however, she turns around and steps toward the exit. Instinct tells the werecat that her spell won't help and that the prey might be running to the exit. She discreetly loosens buttons and straps and makes ready to shapeshift.
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With an angry snarl, Ragnhild stops in her tracks, staying defensively close to Grahk while yelling out a taunt in her best goblin:
<g>"Only coward hide!"
She throws a quick glance back to Tindra, asking in a softer voice:
"Kan make them seen again?"</g>
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Seeing them both disappear, Dwin quickly slams down the visor on his helm ((See Invisibilty)) and charges towards the throne, axe and shield ready for action…
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:: Spitter springs into action bellowing a battle cry and starts wailing on the invisible barrier with his axe alongside Rag, Belin, and Grahk.
Behind the party a voice sings out:
<mark><g>Hack them bite them make them bleed! Cut them punch them make them flee!
The tall woman seems to regain her thoughts and frowns at the adventurers then with a gesture disappears. The goblin on the throne seems to mutter something intelligible and also so vanishes.
As Tindra finishes her spell moments later the invisible resistance goes away.
Grahk spins around with a fury on his face not seeming to pay attention to the adventurers but scans the room with a crinched up look on his face. Spitter stops and waits axe in hand as Mark merely watches nervously in a corner.::</g></mark>
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Ragnhild falls instantly in beside Grahk, blue eyes alight with emotion as she calls out to him:
"Father! Your daughter fight vith you, I bring back-up!"
Quickly recognizing that the warrior's rage will make Grahk focused on only one thing, Ragnhild too lunges forwards, thrusting the sharp and frosty tip of the Dragon Fang spear right into the unseen barrier. Growling at the witchcraft, her own rage begins to stir as she delivers blow after powerful blow to the wall, in the simple reasoning that anything will crumble if you only hit it hard enough.
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- The armored dwarf looks at his goblin quire and tugs on his beard pensively. He pulls a few scrolls from a small pouch inside his armor. He cycles through them and shakes his head. Then he looks back at the rag tag group pounding on the invisible wall *
Me wonders if summonin a friend of mine on the udder side of that wall der, might cause that wiggler teh soil his britches…
- He raises one eyebrow as he looks at the goblin then back at the group. He stops tugging on his beard for a moment *
Of course, dat woulds mean them folk would have to be introduced to me bein eer. Nothin that me really wants teh do… Maybe it time for yeh teh make yeh appearance....
- His 'squire' shakes a bit as the dwarf starts to smile wide chuckling a bit low as he eyes the shaking goblin *
Oh nae worry lad…. dis be yer chance... Yer moment teh pretend teh have a few skills yeh nae actually have..
- Chuckling he turns back to the group and motions *
Fer now we watch deh show… me saw a bard in deh big city do dis act once. Next dey is goin teh pretend teh be fightin a breeze.. Den pullin a rope...
- Then turning serious he motions to the small goblin *
Hand me dat farkin crossbow and un of dem bolts dat look like silver. NAE stick yehself as yeh will be frozen solid for quite a bit if yeh stick yehself
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((how would you know? Waiting for Rag/Foilir to post before continuing))
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((was the invisible wall dispelled?))
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grips her axe moving to flank the woman next to the goblin with a brief nod Dwin's way. She casts a blessing over the party. She seems confident that her armor will resist magics thrown her way (gnomish armor 10 SR). She seems to keep her eyes focused on her target, but a wary eye watches Ghrak as he charges toward the throned goblin.
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As Dwin yells out, Tindra is already beginning to chant and weave the magics around her. She focuses her thoughts on the invisible barrier, unseen yet tangible, and releases her spell to nullify it. (( Dispel Magic ))
After her spell is cast, she turns her attention to the goblin mage and advances while watching him intently. To herself, she mutters, "Wonder if I easily remember those counter-spelling lessons that Attentus taught me long ago. Eh, can always go with the claws, that's always fun."
