Sorithar

Group B

With everyone engage in close combat, Dolan hesitates again.

Baldin calls on the Morninglord to sizzle the cultist warriors in their armor. The effect seems to take hold of one of the cultist archers as his scale mail seems to glow a slight red.

Daltin grabs for a potion despite his rage and though it elicits swings from both of the cultists before him, he manages to deflect the blows and down the contents of the potion, a searing heat running through him as some of his wounds begin to knit together.

With the draconic beats gone, Yohan can focus on the cultist warrior before him, smashing his mace into the hapless warrior and almost bringing him to his knees.

The semi-translucent black scythe swipes at Yohan, missing its mark, before fading from view.

The acolyte who's summoned it moves forward up the stairs, drawing a fine scythe as he enters the bubble of silence.

Beldas, blades drawn, moves behind Daltin, ready to fill his place should the raging whirlwind of a warrior colapse.

Another pair of dragon shaped bolts of dark energy slam into Daltin.

While two cultists loose arrows at Daltin and Yohan, both flying wide, one swings at Daltin, but only grazes his breastplate. The cultist Yohan had struck retrieves a potion and tries to down it, opening him so swings from Daltin and Yohan as he does so.

The dwarves, Bettargh included, let fly another volley of arrows, this time at the cultists. Once sinks into the shoulder of the cultist afflicted with Baldin's supplication.

Group A

The skeletal orcs swing their falchions at the remaining dwarf warrior but do not manage to connect.

The holy hammer smashes into one skeleton and shatters it with ease. Finwe completes a warding and steps forward, blade drawn.

The cultists within the webbing can still be heard struggling within the tightly knit strands of arcane webbing.

Qwynn rolls his barrel to the side and draws his blades as well.

The two cultist zombies, barely visible though the dense webbing, seem to make some progress in breaking free of the webbing.

The lone dwarf warrior, now flanked by Finwe and Qwynn, take the moment's respite to step back and let you two take point., injured as he is.

Group B

Dolan looses a bolt at the large, flying draconic beast. As it sinks into its chest, the bolt is more than it can take and it collapses to the stairs between the gathered cultists and draconic zombies, almost crushing some in its loud crash.

Baldin calls on the Morninglord once more to shatter the necromantic energies holding the two smaller draconic beasts together, but though his faith is strong, he does not manage to muster enough to shatter them.

His large foe defeated, an enraged Daltin does not blink as he lashes out at the smaller draconic beats before him. The waraxe sinks deep, but the yielding flesh of the dead beast softens what would otherwise be a more dire blow, absorbing much of the swing.

Yohan's blunt weapons prove more effective and though he doesn't quite connect with this shield, his mace, guided by his divine grace, lands a solid blow, crushing into the beast's shoulder and crushing it, though it elicits now show of pain from the animated scaly one.

The semi-translucent black scythe before Daltin and Yohan once more swipes at Yohan, but he is able to sidestep it this time.

The draconic beast before Yohan spits out another glob of acidic spittle at the holy warrior, but the glob flies wide once more. It then vanishes as if it never were!

Beldas shouts out again.

"The dragonkin has fallen, we're routing them!"

Two more small dragon shaped bolts of dark energy slam into Daltin, drawing him closer to collapse, though he shows no signs of pain or fatigue.

As the draconic beast before Daltin spits out a glob of acidic spittle at the enraged warrior, but the glob flies wide once more. It then vanishes as if it never were!

The cultists loose arrows at Daltin and Yohan, most fly wide but one sinks into Daltin's shoulder to half its haft. Two of them then drop their bows and draw blades to close with Daltin and Yohan, while the other two move up behind them.

The dwarves, Bettargh included, return the favor with a volley of arrows of their own. Once sinks into a wounded cultist while another grazes one of the cultists below.

Group A

The decaying skeletal remains of orc warriors close in and swing their falchions at the remaining dwarf warrior, his armor deflects most of the slashes, but one slips through his armor and opens a large gash along his chest!

The holy hammer smashes into the offending skeleton, shattering its skull to bone shards and dust. Finwe follows this with an incantation that scorches one of the zombies, reducing it to ash.

From down the stair, comes only silence.

The cultists within the webbing can still be heard struggling within the tightly knit strands of arcane webbing.

Qwynn shows up, rolling a barrel before him.

Two zombies, barely visible though the dense webbing, continue to struggle against it.

The lone dwarf warrior, still facing tough odds, fails to connect with his latest slash at one of the remaining skeletons.

Simimar and Lathai smile at Rodin and nod in traditional greeting.

"Smaller than once it was, but the Seldarine smile upon this union. Rodin, come, lets us sit and break bread, so you might tell us how you find yourself in this company..."

Simimar and Lathai join your encampment for the evening, happy to share stories of Tangles Trees and their recent ill fortune while on patrol. They have little more to reveal about the ruined keep or recent events around it. The night is cold, as the one before had been, and keeping a small fire alive is paramount to keeping your strength through the night.

Simimar and Lathai offer to take their turn with watch to let you rest but with godswake, they politely take their leave, begging you to keep an eye out for Inialos Oakwood.