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Adelaide was still a blur of action as she slashed, then shoved the nearest foe back down the pit she had created. After that, her speed carried her easily to the knight who was running towards the town and put an end to his flight. She then worked her way down to where the rest of the battle was still raging. Oren managed to keep himself in the air, and sent two more blasts of energy towards the leader of the heinous group. One hit squarely and was met with a dark curse under the man's breath. Up on the hillside, a knight poked his head up from a pit, which he was in for the 2nd time, and peered around to make sure that the fiery redheaded paladin was not waiting to kick him down again. Seeing that she had moved to other areas of the fight, he climbed back out of the hole, and confidently moved towards Kerwin, "Hold still," he demanded, assuming all the illusions he was seeing were an artifact of the bump he had on his head. Two quick slashes failed to find the Wizard, but Kerwin found himself now face to face against the knight, without any more illusionary duplicates of himself for protection. Around Markus, the Knight still on a horse, the knight on foot, and the zombie all continued to pummel away at the senior paladin. Like the enemy group's leader, the continual barrage of blows was adding up again, and Markus wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out without some help. Gallindan faced another kind of trouble. The knight with the lantern now gave him the full attention that he seemed to be begging for. "You should be scared, begging for your life!" He tapped his lantern twice, and a sickening green ray shot out at Gallindan, making him feel ill to the stomach. Near the church, one of the knights was taking a nice nap, but the other proceeded towards the doorway, gritting his teeth through the pain of the moonbeam burning his skin, and flung the door open. He came face to face with Daybreak, who was blocking the way, and quickly slashed at her with his wicked blade. A wince of pain and anger indicated that the blow had landed, though it would take much more than that to cause Daybreak to abandon her post. A moment later, a broom broke over the man's head. Isabella had run forward and smashed her improvised weapon on the Knights head, determined to at least get a swing in this fight. Deabreak then pushed her aside, snarling like an animal. Then, suddenly, she WAS an animal, a massive dire wolf. Her teeth sunk into the knight's leg, and pulled them out from underneath him, leaving the helpless figure pinned to the ground, covered in moonlight. Marcus decided that just playing defense wasn't going to get him out of trouble. He turned his desperation into furry, and swung his hammer with strength at the knight still up on the horse. The sounds of bone breaking were so loud, that commoners in the village probably heard it over their dinner conversations. The result was one more foe down, and now Marcus knew he had broke the flank that was leaving him vulnerable. Enemies K<x> - Knight on Foot. AC 15. K1 is holding the lantern KH<x> - Knights on Horses. AC 16 (KH2/3/4/5/6 are no longer on horses, KH4 is asleep) RED COLORED - Zombie Kniht, AC 13
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Last edited by zebedee; Jun 21st, 2023 at 03:30 PM. |
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Seeing Adelaide and Gallindan teaming up on the leader, Oren focuses on one of the knights on foot still harrassing Marcus. He fires yet another round of psychic power down at the battlefield, hoping to drive the man back.
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What had started out looking like improbable odds quickly turned around. Gallindan and Adelaide worked in unison, mimicking their movements from all those hours of sparing practice, to dispatch of the evil knight, wielding the magical lantern. With their leader down, Oren finished off the last knight harassing Marcus. Marcus immediately followed up by dispatching the zombie. The foe that was caught in Daybreak's grasp continued to be burned by a moonbeam, and torn to shreds by wolf teeth. A few whacks more of a broom from Isabella was needed, but added for good measure. One last night was still magically asleep, and the other watched as Kerwin put up more images of himself in a defensive posture. Seeing he was now essentially alone, after spending most of the fight being repeatedly kicked down a hole, he dropped his weapons and surrendered at the mage's feet.
Marcus grabbed a rope and immediately started tying up the sleeping Knight, making sure he had no chance to flee or fight when he awoke soon afterward. Unceremoniously, the night grew quiet, with the expectation of a torch coming from down the road. Frath was on his way, and his son Olliver was right behind. They had heard all the commotion and felt the evil presence that the rest had, and were arriving to see if they could provide any help with the situation. Kerwin marched his prisoner down to the chapel, and Marcus smiled at the group. "I don't know that I would have survived this, surrounded by any other group of warriors. You have my thanks and have certainly proven your worth." There were a lot of questions to be asked now. Who were these Knights? What was with that Lantern? What would happen next? And, it seemed Isabella had a new idol, as she watched Daybreak's every move, now determined to learn from the Druid.
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Frath took the cue, and good word that the dangers had been dealt with, and headed back to the town to grab a few more helping hands. "Will need to clean up the bodies before burial. The armor and weapons they brought can be put to good use though. Maybe we should have our own local militia, given how many dangers we have seen lately." Frath's pragmatic response was intended to help calm his son Olliver, who looked like he was going to be sick after seeing the dead bodies. Oren knew to old man well enough to know that he had a lot more concern about what he was seeing there than he was letting on.
Kerwin was a little too focused on his task of keeping an eye on their prisoner to hear Gallindan's praise or question. Marcus had a thought though. "I wouldn't directly touch it, until we can discern what kind of magic it holds. Pick it up with a rod, or keep it wrapped in cloth for now. We should study it though." Daybreak felt that Isabella's fragile emotional state would probably not be helped by being around the lantern, or hearing whatever conversation would be had with the two prisoners. "Let's talk a walk outside for a bit," she suggested to the young woman. Marcus nodded his approval, not that it was needed. "We still should attempt that cleansing ritual on her, when we are ready. It seems the worst of it has passed for the time though. Keep an eye on her." Daybreak understood the situation well enough that she didn't need the direction though, and had a better intuition for how to handle Isabella than Marcus ever would. A little later that evening, a dozen villagers were working to bury the corpses of the slain Knights and clean up the battlefield outside. The Knight's steeds had been rounded up, a task made much easier by the previously injured horse's willingness to work with Adilade, and tied to posts on the backside of the church. After mending the beast's leg, it was a rival task to topple enough dirt back into the hole to make a ramp for it to hop back up to the surface. The two prisoners were tied together, and held inside the church, while the Lantern was sitting underneath a cloak Marcus had provided. So far, the prisoners hadn't spoken a word. Marcus had spent the better part of the last hour meditating, resting, praying, and recovering from the fight. The group was going to have to make some decisions about what to do next.
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Gallindan went off to meditate alone in the woods, while Isabella and Daybreak went for their own walk. Outside the church, the townsfolk were busy starting the process of preparing bodies for burial. Inside the church, Oren, Adelaide, and Marucs were joined by Kerwin when the alchemist remembered the task he had been working on earlier that evening. Marcus heard his words, and nodded with approval. "We should still do that. Isabella seems to be doing better at the moment, but she still needs our help."
Adelaide, with the aid of another Zone of Truth from Marcus, was ready to hear what their prisoners might have to say. "Tell us about that lantern," Marcus insisted. One of the dark cultists seemed happy enough to respond, "The Antilantern. It's how we track down our marks." "It had different colors, red and white, what do those mean?" Marcus probing further. He could guess the answer to this question, but they had to start somewhere. "The red lights lead us to those sworn to the cult of the hooded lantern." He couldn't help but include some kind of insinuation towards his captors. "The white lights lead us to those who are blessed and ready to open gates. We just... help them along." "The Antilantern produced other forms of magic your leader invoked from it, what do you know about that?" "The Antilantern has many gifts for those who have sworn loyalty, and curses for those who offend." Marcus then turned to the rest of the group in the chapel. "I think it's safe to say, we probably can't touch the lantern, without maybe putting it through a cleansing ritual, like what we need to do for Isabella. Anything you want to ask these goons?"
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