Jarek: Ancient Prison, Round 06

I stood in awe, watching the priest and the paladin battle agains the unholy forces of the crypt. Both Guy and Arao were men of faith, strong to their devotion, and dedicated to promoting the ideals of their gods. The air inside the chamber was filled with divine fervor and heavenly radiance, weighing down the remaining creatures of darkness like thick iron chains.

The remaining skeletons tried to flee, but the eladrin priest was relentless in his crusade. Summoning the power of Corellon, Guy summoned the glorious might of the ghostly seraphims, filling the chamber with ethereal lights and divine melodies. The creatures struggled against the priest's hymns, fighting away the apparitions with its own infernal will.

"Be careful!" Gryffin's voice echoed through the chamber. The wizard was close by, watching the on-going battle. Knowing Gryffin, he was probably figuring out what incantation he could use to defeat these creatures of evil. "They explode into a thousand pieces when you kill them."

"They're already dead," I replied.

The wizard rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Okay," I muttered while pointing two arrows to one of the skeletons. "I'll try to give Guy some cover."

I fired the two arrows over to the nearest creature. One of the missile struck the skeleton's chest, shattering several ribs. The other missle zoomed pass the monster's wide shoulders.

"You missed the skeleon!" Gryffin shouted. "At this close distance?"

The other arrow struck the back of Arao. The dragonborn was busy fighting the other skeleton to notice or duck from my missle.

"Damn it woodsman!" The paladin barked at me. "Are you trying to kill
me?"

Good thing Arao's armor covered his neck as well. The arrow would have struck the paladin's nape. Instead it hung like a broken flagpole over the warrior's head.