Stone Eagle Rebellion

Ash began to sweat. What she was up against was huge, and could easily kill her. She had to be careful.
 
Marcos noticed, that like he usually tended to do as he grew, that he wasn't as wide as the thing he was against. He attempted to fire at his eye, throwing the newly miniature sword.
 
Assallya regarded the eighteen foot tall behemoth, clad in black iron, stooping and shuffling awkwardly. Outside the steel monstrosity would be a true terror. However, inside the confines of a dungeon with tight corridors and columns holding up tons of rock it's twelve foot long sword was practically useless. There simply wasn't room to swing it in such close confines.

That didn't mean that it was defenseless or harmless. Used as a spear that long blade was still quite deadly and Assallya was quite glad to be hiding in the far back behind the rebels as it skewered one of their number. For sheer intimidation the thing chuckled, letting the screaming man slide down the length of his blade and then with a foot planted in the chest of the impaled man kicked him off like a catapult stone towards his own comrades.

The elven courtesan had to admit. The monolith's actions had their desired effect. She was intimidated.

Searching through her repertoire of incantations she quickly decided filling the giant armour clad figure with rage to be counter productive and then found herself wondering if the thing before her was even capable of fear. Considering her more powerful spells, those of binding and blindness and those to sap strength she finally decided on one.

"The snail's likeness in thee I tinder
stay thy arms, stay thy feet,
like manacles, thy limbs I hinder!

The spell caught hold. It didn't make the armoured figure harmless not like a spell of binding and paralysis but she hadn't been sure such a spell would affect such a powerful physique. Instead she was slowing the monolith's strikes, making it harder for them to connect with her allies but it didn't make him any less dead and the monolith was large enough that getting by him towards an escape dangerous. She certainly didn't want to risk rushing past if she could avoid it even if he was lethargic in his movements.

"Fetch fire and oil, there must be a lantern about somewhere," the elf suggested, remembering one upon a barrel heard where the guareds near their cells played dice, "we should roast him in his armour!"
 
Ash kept staring, getting more terrified by the second. As sweat dripped down her face, she began stepping backwards a little.
 
"Uh, guys?" Nyx mutters, staring at the towering metal man. "This was absolutely not part of the plan. We might be better off running to the tunnels. They will take us to the courtyard where our allies will be waiting." He holds his blade at the ready and one hand outstretched to cast a shielding spell if necessary.

He hears the enchantress order for fire and oil. "I can supply flames. There is probably oil barrels in the supply room behind him."
 
The sword sunk into the metal monster's head, but it didn't seem bothered by it in the least. It continued its approch apon the shecat, pulling its longsword back to inpale her.

A massive bolt of lighting shot out of Flint's hand as he jumped in between Ash and the behemoth. It reeled back, it's limbs swinging at odd angles. "We are going now!" He yelled as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the group. "We can't kill that thing before reinforcements come. Where are the tunnels?!"
 
Marcos strink within seconds and chased after them, knowing it was practically impossible to beat, and chased after everyone.
 
"The entrance to the tunnels is in the guards quarters. I can stall this brute by collapsing the ceiling. Get moving!" He casts a spell that blasts concussive energy to break the support beams
 
Ash was still scared, but relieved that someone pulled her away. "What was that thing?" She asked, her voice sort of shaking.
 
The ceiling above the iron titan fell in onto it. With the heavy rubble on its back and the slowness spell placed on it, it would take at least an hour for it to get up. "Awww What?! Who's the fucker that did that?! Do you have any idea how much time it took to build that?!" The voice from the shadows yelled angrily, its owner finally stepping out and making himself visible. His cold blue eye wandered around the room, finally stopping at Nyx. "You..."image.jpg

"I think that was a automaton. I haven't seen seen something like that since..." Flint replied but trailed off at the end. They had reached the guards quarters. With a valiant "We will rise!" the rebels burst in, murdering any guards in sight. "Now where are the tunnels?" Flint thought out loud.
 
(isnt that Zexion from KH?)

Nyx turns around and shouts towards the guard's quarters "trapdoor under the table" He stares at the owner of the automaton. "And you are...?" He asks with his shield spell ready to defend himself.
 
He ran as fast as he could, but stopped at the sound of a voice and stood next to Nyx.
 
She went quiet, deep in thought. Her tail flickered, and her eyes narrowed. "I've never even heard about those... I guess I've been isolated for a bit too long..." she said in sort of a whispery voice. She took her arm back and started running next to Flint.
 
Assallya coughed on the dust thrown up by the fallen ceiling, covering her black painted lips with one small slender hand. Racing, she followed the others, bare feet slapping on the rough cobblestone of the underground complex and when they burst into the guards' chamber she gleefully used her magics to advantage. First she used a sigil of fettering, taking three of their number and making it so one foot could not be moved from that spot. This removed them from the fight until the others could get around to murdering them with superior numbers. She then began using illusions, forming non-existent rebels out of the air and confusing their enemies. She did not strike out at a single guard but by her actions caused numerous opportunities for the others to land telling blows.

She was just witnessing the other rebels throw aside the table and discover the trapdoor when she realized what it was.

"An entrance to the sewers?" she complained, rolling her eyes.

That was when the voice came from the doorway behind, just before they opened the trapdoor. A wizard or sorcerer had tasked himself with stopping them it seemed. Cursing Assallya realized it was too late to conceal herself in the shadows or behind the knocked over table. Instead she hid behind Nyx and Flint. If any of them had magic capable of defending them it would likely be those two. With luck, maybe the cat-breed would lodge an arrow in his eye and put an end to this.
 
Marcos decided that he wasn't really needed here, and creeped down the trapdoor to the sewers. Maybe while they were fighting, he would sleep. He may have only just woken up around an hour ago but that magic was hard, and he didn't feel like he would be that much of a help. Besides, maybe he'd trip a guard up or something.
 
(Maaaaaaybeeeee...)
The cloaked man smirked evilly. "I am Crim, the king's advisor. Also the designer for his new war machinations, one of which you were just testing." He gestured to the buried robot and a look of distaste crossed his face as he did. "Anywho, I'm rather pissed that you have incapacitated a rather expensive invention. Soooo... Prepare to die." Cold mist began to circle around him and the floor below him began to be covered in a layer of ice. The words on his spell book glowed bright blue and he pointed his arm at Nyx.

Flint waved to the trapdoor and the rebels began silently going down it into the sewers. He held it open so that if the attack were to reach another room he could repel it with fire.
 
Nyx uses his shield spell to protect nearby allies in danger. "Back off now. We wouldn't want this to get messy" he fires off a flurry of concussive bolts at Crim. The bolts alone are only powerful enough to stagger most people, but the amout he fires would barrage his opponents into submission. He waits for any reaction from his opponent with a defensive ward at the ready
 
The Elven courtesan sought to lend Nyx aid. While she didn't possess much in the way of overt offensive spells like balls of fire or stokes of lightning she did possess a large number of spells that involved illusion, confusion, empathy and other abilities. She considered a spell of confusion but magicians were highly adept at cutting through distractions. In a singular moment she knew what her tactic would be. It was an old trick but one that worked quite well. She didn't need to kill the advisor, just distract him long enough for Nyx to do something.

Three words, a concentrated effort and a singular hand flourish were all she needed for such a base, simple spell. Best of all, since the spell was not against he magician most defensive wards would not be activated. Mists coalesced out of thin air, around the advisor, becoming thicker and then solidified. First they were but shades and then they were goblins. Just three. They were small green creatures, barely coming up to the waist and shrouded in piece leather. Large golden eyes peered out with malicious intent and they wielded wicked sharp knives the length of a forearm.

Three goblins weren't much of a threat to an experienced swordsman who could mete out steel in the blink of an eye. They were not even a difficulty for an experienced magician. What they were, however, was a distraction. A magician couldn't simply ignore the goblins with such wicked blades in close and the effort it took to dispatch these petty nuisances would benefit Nyx greatly.
 
After being stood on a few times, Marcos got up. He walked up the ladder when everybody moved, to see Flint, "What's the holdup?"
 
Crim's smirk only grew as he activated his spell, but he did not shoot a wave of ice to freeze his opponents, he didn't play like that.

He played dirty.

The arch-mage snapped his fingers and he blinked(teleported) behind Nyx with a sharpened ice sickle in his hand which he then attempted to stab his back with.

"Some frost mage nut is trying to kill everybody." Flunk responded, "I think we should help before reinforcements come, you?"