Situation
Time: 4:10 PM
Date: October 17th 327(CE)
Weather: Partly cloudy with otherwise blue skies and cool weather and a warm sun. Inside Taruhm, its warmer like used gymnasium and lit by torches and the occasional arrow slits. In the mine, there was a bit of airflow, but the only heat came from their light sources. Otherwise it was cool and with little air movement.
Those Involved:
@Ariel @happydeath @GhostofManchester @CaptainLiterally @lXlGamemaster @TheEccentric @Huntress @The Last Curse @chaosheart13 @Lore Magus @Karyra @slifer @DangoYumi @Miora @corrosiveblood @Agonite @DrabiaTheKiller @TheCrimsonFker @Elvario
TooLongDidn'tRead: The multiple fronts of battle still craved resolution, but members of the party were beginning to lose their resolve...
Note From The Author: (More attacks means less accuracy and in some cases more energy spent)
Post Listening:
Ooze Fight
Labra's valient effort used most of her energy, but she was able to lasso Zayne from the ooze that held him. However, the ooze was not eager to let go of it's meal. In the faint glow of the chaos tentacle, other tentacles of ooze appeared and stretched out to feel out the cave. It was only a matter of time before they found Zayne and reeled him back in and Labra soon after. If nothing was done, their acidic kiss would soon caress the both of them.
Tunnel Defense
The uneven retreat left the Apostle line broken. When Sorod dropped his taunting in favor of the retreat, the skeletal warriors swarmed the Apostles, surrounding them quickly despite Sorod's size and Lilirel's support. Fortunately, the warriors to the party's rear were still few in number. A solid effort by the party may allow them to push past the enemy to continue fleeing down the tunnel. However, before that time, they would need to weather the storm. No longer as protected, the Apostles faced enemies on nearly all sides and would be forced to fight for their lives while standing back to back. Shurik, Sorod, and Lilirel received a couple wounds apiece in the struggle with more promised unless they could turn things around...
The 3 Sisters
The group fighting the witches also needed to hurry. With Knell severely injured and Jeremiah not far behind her, the party would need to settle things or risk casualties. Little did they know of the approaching undead army no longer being held by their allies far down the tunnel. Fortunately, the effort was there. Ren was unable to grab ahold of the wounded woman. It seemed she had not interest in being restrained again. However, one of the icy slashes did connect to send up a spray of blood and an accompanied scream from the witch. She was not dead, but she would be not long for the world if she did not stifle the bleeding. Has her dark red blood oozed from her wounds and dotted the shallow water, she started to cackle maniacally. That's when Ren and Jeremiah would feel like they were standing in acid. Dark pools of something unearthly were clawing at their feet and legs and trying to drag them down would leeching their life force. While both would manage to pull away, Ren was now as injured as Jeremiah was despite the icy armor and Jeremiah was little better than Knell who was nearly defenseless before the other hag.
To add to their problems, Jeremiah managed to exhaust what was left of his energy and would need time to regain his strength. Despite his flurry of icy attacks on the witch in the rear, she was not so easily put down. Unlike her sisters, she was still fully fighting ready. It seemed as though she looked forward to the challenge as she sauntered toward Jeremiah as he attempted to keep his distance. The unfortunate events continued. She already displayed she had the power to assault the party at range. Jeremiah was not safe as she held out her sceptor towards him. He had gained the aggro he hoped for, but at what cost? Dark energies swirled and mingled with the green of her scepter before streaking towards Jeremiah...and stealing away what was left of his life and energy into a dark cloud that disappeared like the life in his eyes. He would splash into the water with eyes still open and face exposed to the air, a shocked expression permanently plastered on his face...
If only...followers of the way could die so easy. At the core of Jeremiah's being, the script etched into him began to glow and the chaos in and around him began to churn.
"Rise"
Came the disembodied command issued to Jeremiah as he stood at the precipice between living and not. Eyes would blink and his breath would return to what looked like his corpse just a moment ago.
However, the struggle for the rest of the party continued. With Knell being little more than decoration at this point, Amira was left facing the 3rd sister on her own. Even with her enhanced speed and defenses, her flurry of attacks could not break the woman's guard as she whipped the bone scepter around with incredible expertise. The two continue their struggle to the side of the shimmering portal while the light illuminated all their nasty and beautiful expressions and movements. A light breeze tugged at the fabrics they wore and their hair, but nothing could distract this dance. Amira's sturdier body proved resilient enough to shrug off the blows of the scepter that managed to get through.
Elsewhere...?
Diana's efforts were baring fruit, literally. The trees and shrugs touched by her power began to turn green and flowers and fruits started to bud. The alters were for the most party disturbed and all manner of vegetation was now outstretched toward the portal and overgrowing the stones of the altar the portal was perched upon. The light of the portal seemed to start to waver. Diana knew if should could destroy the gate, she might be able to shut off access to the power of her enemies on the other side. But if she wasn't careful, she would also wind up sealing herself on the wrong side and potentially trapping herself there indefinitely...