Summary:
Climbing sinspawn attacks Guy (who is distracted as he cries tears of happiness on the effect of his last spell). Lloyd gets angry that Guy and slashes at the sinspawn just as it is about to reach Guy. The sinspawn dies.
The remaining sinspawn doesn't want to allow Arao to get away and takes another bite at the dragonborn. The massive bite leaves the paladin dazed once more as feelings of rage poison his mind.
[IC post to follow]
Sinspawns: Into the Jaws of Darkness, Round 04
Jarek: Into the Jaws of Darkness, Round 03
My fears continued to grow as the creatures advanced further. One of the sinspawns leapt towards the wall and quickly crawled up the tunnel, like some sort of spider.
"Lord Corellon. Destroy our enemies. Begone spawns of Lloth!"
Guy's tenor voice continued to rise even higher. I felt the holy presence of priest, imploring his god for celestial and divine power. The symbol of Corellon around Guy began to glow a bright holy radiance.
At that moment, I saw fear and hesitation in the eyes of the monsters. The holy light made them uncertain and unsure.
"You're one lucky eladrin!" I muttered out to Guy. "The god must have heard your prayers!"
But Guy didn't answer back. The eladrin priest continued praying in his native tongue, chanting and singing with several ethereal voices echoing his praises. I could also hear ghostly sounds of wind chimes and drum beats.
The nearest sinspawn gave a horrifying shriek as Guy's divine glow illuminated its body. The holy light burning and purifying infernal flesh.
The holy light washed over me, brinigng me clarity and a calm resolve. I drew out two more arrows and placed them on my bow. "Let's knock these monsters dead!"
Arao: Jaws of Darkness; Rd.3
The sinspawn came at me with ferocity and malice the likes of which I have never known. It overwhelmed my defenses and it's razor-sharp teeth tore my upper shoulder apart. There was only a slight moment of pain before my consciousness was begone.
They say the Afterlife was all dark and dreary. But I found myself in a vibrant landscape with a strong sun shining brightly in the yellow sky. There were lots of trees, and gently rolling meadows abound as far as the eye could see. There was a golden paved road winding towards a city of sorts in the horizon. Awed by the visuals, I trudged the path which was lined by great marble statues of dragonborn heroes.
There was Goldrak, Silvrak, Bronzrak, Brasrak, and Coprak, and other famous dragonborn personalities. The road was long but I was not exhausted a bit. This must be one of the benefits of being dead: you feel no fatigue.
I could see the spires of the pearly gates of the city up ahead. There was a large table before it, where a wizened old dragonborn in spectacles was fumbling about the large stacks of papers and shiny circular discs that reflected in the sunlight. It had not noticed my approach, so I let out a not-so-subtle cough to announce my presence.
"Ah yes, yes, sorry for the delay," the old dragonbord said thusly. "Greetings to you kindred spirit. My name is Platinrak, and I man the gates of the city where the eternal dragonborn dwell. May I know your name?"
"Arao..." I answered. "Arao Sha..." I paused in amazement as a very huge square screen, with some form of bouncing symbol of a window within it, materialized out of nowhere right in front of us. I stood there mouth agape for a few moments. This time, it was the old dragonborn's turn to let out a not-so-subtle cough.
"Ah, it's alright," Platinrak said. "Here I found your record already." He was tapping some form of pad with draconic letters on them. There was a flurry of movement on the screen as well, a large blue bar moving upwards and downwards, a white arrow dashing back and forth, and some more smaller square screens coming out, each overlapping the previous one.
"Well then," Platinrak continued, the tone of his voice turned very formal. "Arao Shadowscale, last son of Dumanak and Busilak Shadowscale, six hundred sixty-sixth scion of the Shadowscale clan, your deeds and misdeeds are known to Us. Prepare to be judged of your worthiness to Immortality!"
The large screen abruptly turned black, and a white hourglass spun in circles for quite a few moments. My heart was pounding, the suspense of judgment made me avert my eyes in nervousness. At last the hourglass stopped spinning, and replaced on the screen was...
A blue screen with a strange cryptic message. Error 404. File not found. Please hit Refresh to try again.
I blinked in confusion. Platinrak was furiously punching the pad of draconic letters with an annoyed look on his face. Every time the same message was written on the screen.
Finally, Platinrak gave up. He looked at me with inquisitive eyes this time. "Hmm, I guess we got ourselves a false positive, eh? Heh-heh, Arao Shadowscale, it seems your time in the mortal realm is not yet up. Your destiny has not yet been fulfilled, so now you have to go back... go back... go..."
The world suddenly spun dizzily, and Platinrak and the ground disappeared, and I found myself falling and falling into an abyss, and hearing...
"Come back, dragonborn, come back." It was the voice of the half-elf warlord. Furtively I opened my eyes. The warlord was madly pounding my chest rhymitically with his clenched fist. I glanced around. I saw our eladrin cleric smiling at me, relief clearly visible on his face.
"Praise be Corellon," Guy shouted in jubilation. "His Healing word reached you in time."
I remembered we were fighting foul creatures. I raised myself up, with the help of Lloyd and Guy. I hefted my axe and shield in front me, and despite the general weakness of the ordeal I just went through, prepared to confront my assailants once more.
Guillaume: Into the Jaws of Darkness, Round 03
The dragonborn has fallen. The narrow corridor which was suppose to give us terrain advantage did not pose a problem at all as I watched in terror as one of the sinspawns clawed its way through up the walls. Frightened to my wits, I clung on to the only refuge available in this god-forsaken place. I must be brave. If I die today. I die with dignity. I was talking to myself. I will die fighting this evil.
"Quick! Help him?!" I awoke in my reverie realising that it was Lloyd talking sternly at me, panicked insistence painted on his face. "Do not just stand there?! Pray to whatever you hold sacred!" He nodded in earnest to point out Arao's moving corpse. Moving corpse? Arao IS still alive!!
"By Corellon! You are right" I was filled with hope. "Be healed of your wounds noble paladine. this I ask humbly of the Lord of all Fae and Master of Arcana" I chanted with gentle duress. Once again, Corellon's divine presence filled me with renewed courage and some of Arao's wounds disappeared.
The one on the wall approached me. It growled with distaste and eyed me with hatred. The illumination from the healing spell did little to discourage it. They were ferocious and determined. "Lord Corellon. Destroy our enemies. Begone spawns of Lloth!" (Guy figures that these ugly creatures must owe their existence from the greatest evil, the goddess Lloth)
Much to his surprise the creatures shrunk back against the holy light of Guy's spell. The creatures screamed as the spell's radiance bunred into their bodies.
Tears began to well in the eladrin's eyes as he saw the sinspawns cringe against the power of his deity.
Lloyd: Into the Jaws of Darkness, Round 03
Lloyd sees the dragonborn fall under the assault of the sinspawn. He risks a glance back at his companions to see if they noticed.
The party’s leader is down! The party’s morale cannot fall with him!
Taking advantage of the fumble of the creature before him, the fighter brings about his longsword in a wide arc. With a shout, he manages to chop off the head of the wounded creature and stabs straight into the body of the one climbing the tunnel wall. The maneuver causes the sinspans to give pause, allowing the sandpoint guard to step beside the body of his fallen companion.
“Get up paladin!” The warlord shouts; hoping to bring the dragonborn out of his unconsciousness, the half-elf as he gives a slight kick at the prone form beside him.
“This is no time to quit! We need everyone up if we’re to get out of this alive.”
Lloyd gives the dragonborn’s body another kick, harder this time which eventually rewards him with a groan.
Though still dazed and weakened, the paladin manages to stand up beside the warlord.
“You kick like a girl!” The dragonborn managed to coughed out as he got up into a prone position.
"Glad to have you back." Lloyd gave a short chuckle. He then turns back towards the party.
"Guy!" The warlord shouts at the eladrin cleric. "Arao's still down. Either you do something to fix him up or you need stand your ground and cover that flank!"
Sinspawns: Into the Jaws of Darkness, Round 03
With their prey escaping them, the sinspawns attacked with renewed vigor.
One of the sinspawns felt the rage building up in the weakened dragonborn. It eagerly jumped at the reptile man and managed to brig it down with one massive bite from it's mishappen mouth.
Another sinspawn scaled the tunnel walls in hopes of reaching the other prey and inflict them with rage.
The wounded sinspawn however was beginning to feel the effects of its wounds and feebly clawed at the half-elf's shield to no effect.
The half-elf warlord senses this weakness and manages to turn the fumbled claw attack back towards the creature. Using his shield, Lloyd manages to deflect the attack back allowing the long claws cause grevious wound at the base of the creature's head.
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