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faderift2017-10-01 09:23 am
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Far too many, it would seem- [Kain pauses to whirl around, using his favored two-handed whirlwind technique to slam his sword into as far as reach as he can. Bones clatter as they're smashed apart, although some of these undead keep going despite limbs being severed.] -apparently things are a little too crowded for them to just- stay in the ground!
[He keeps the onslaught going, hitting them hard, one after another.]
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They are old. [Has she not spoken of Sundermount's history before? Hard to recall in the thick of it.] A place of war, the Veil so thin already that more death heaped upon it that the ancient elvhen need not have bothered--
[Walking bomb when it comes to the undead isn't a pleasant thing but she allows the body to rise, to come close before spinning the staff to block the limbs from attacking as she lays her hand flat upon it. The spell burns through her palm as it ever does into withered flesh before she shoves it in his direction to shamble to the nearest target, gathering her mana again but it's a potent spell. How long should it take before there's a blood explosion?
(Mind the splash damage.)]
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[He says this with plenty of sarcasm, not entirely thrilled to end up in such a situation. But he should have seen it coming. The mountain has so many tales told about it, after all... things which he's now starting to see firsthand. Well, it could always be worse.]
[Kain keeps on with the physical attack, feeling satisfied every time he hears bones cracking from the force of his sword. He sees Morrigan casting something, and watches the one she'd targeted closely. The explosion happens all of a sudden as the infected skeleton falls, and Kain braces himself. The closest undead end up pretty well splattered, making disturbing noises as the toxic blood hits them. Kain gets hit with some as well, but this only adds to his strength. He's got Ring of Pain in effect, but also the more enemies that fall, the more power he has too. He's ready for this.]
[Feeling bolstered, Kain slams his sword downward. The shattered ground trembles below the skeletal figures, flames erupting to add to the damage.]
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Morrigan's seen Reavers fight in the past, more of them on the opposite side to her own. Never pleasant to fight a person who revelled in it that way but he's over there doing his thing as she keeps a careful distance from him because they can be so unpredictable.
Anyone who's drunk of dragon's blood has that in them.
(To meet one here-- No, there's the fight, she can think of it after.)
Greeting the flames with bursts of lightning she sends more corpses reeling from her, stumbling away with none to replace them this time. Yet she knows that should she walk this path again they'll rise. They'll always rise. There will be no peace of the grave eternal for any who slumber here.]
Archer! [Morrigan calls while she summons her will to cast again but arrows require none of that, certainly not from the dead, withered fingers pulling taut the string of an ancient bow as the arrow takes flight.]
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[Fire and lightning are doing their work on some of those corpses, burning and reducing them to ashes. Their numbers are going down now, which is a good sign. Kain's sword slices the head cleanly off another one, the body collapsing but still squirming until Kain cuts through it with a heavy stab. He's just pulling that sword free as Morrigan calls out. The arrow just barely misses him, soaring by overhead, only because he'd moved quickly at the shouted warning. But there's more coming after that one. Kain sets his sights on on that archer now, as that skeletal bow fires off another arrow. Heedless of getting fired at, Kain charges in. He figures if he gets hit, he'll just use that against the creature... But another undead shambles in to block his path first, striking Kain with a surprise attack. He slams his sword into the corpse, cutting through its rotting flesh.]
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The Deep Roads, her mind whispers through the wind blowing over the mountaintop, through the gaps in the funeral piles, in the gasping of the dead risen again, you remember Hespith's rhyme same as you remember the press of the tunnels, the rankness of the thing's breath.
Another shambles - like Redcliffe, how they kept coming but not so many for there are only so many graves picked out here - and she strikes hard with the staff to send it back. Summons her mana for a stronger spell. Something to twist whatever mind or instinct or will is left to the undead as Kain moves, perhaps something to help; hand outstretched, the caustic bite of entropy beneath her skin that always seems to nip and burn at the skin, wishing to peel away the flesh same as acid does. Disorientation falls over the shamblers. They raise their weapons and-- why do their hands hold weapons? What is their purpose? Why--
They do not get out of his way. They do not strike when they should. Morrigan takes a blow across the arm when one stumbles forward, tastes the bite of cold steel still sharp beneath the rust. She grits her teeth.]