Entrance to AQ and Kamazlek Fight

MacGlynn's Strike Team finds themselves in the desert ruins of Ahn'Qiraj. A dragon roars in the distance as lightning flashes from the many obelisks.

Oliver looks over the group, and down at the crystal in his hand. He clenches it and stuffs it back in with his belongings, shaking his head. "We ready? No? Good, let's go."

Something appears barring the path ahead...

Khaelanna yells: Feel despair by entering here! The gates will close behind you and your sinful ways will be stripped from you one scream at a time by the rightful rulers of Azeroth!!

Oliver says: So, they a'ready know we're here.

Wilhiém nods. He adjusts the large, horned helm over his head. "Brilliant." Seals it.

Nialos says: Damn well figures.

Oliver says: If we ain't dead yet, Ah reckon that means we still stand a chance.

Liotuse shifts his lower jaw around, peering about the area as he slips the rifle out of its scabbard on his back, cocking the hammer.

Mayrù readjusts her satchel and chews at her lower lip, glancing around the group.

Oliver smiles. He clenches a hand to ease sudden shaking. "Well? Let's go."

Nialos says: Right behind you, Oliver.

Mayrù grips onto Dyna's hand, "We'll be alright!"

Dyna smiles faintly, and squeezes Mayru's hand. "- We'll get him back."

Mayrù says: -Scared?

Oliver looks up at the giant twitching legs. "Light."

Kamazlek yells: Ya come 'ere seekin'da impossible, little ones.Ya efforts be wort'less.. no one escapes owa land..

Llew eyes Kamazlek up and down.

Nialos says: ... Well, he's a charmer.

Oliver says: Jus' one guy?

Nialos says: Don't underestimate him, Oliver.

Oliver says: They must be full 'a themselves.

Liotuse brings the stock of his firearm to his shoulder, peering down the barrel. Finger on the trigger but not firing.

Nialos says: Old Gods, ancient power...

Llew says: Don't underestimate them, Oliver.

Dyna glances sidelong at Mayru, and offers a somewhat enigmatic smile, shaking her head. She turns to peer at the newcomer, and her eyes narrow.

Nialos says: They've got a lot of tricks up their sleeves.

Liotuse says: But this guy's got flesh himself.

Oliver draws his blade. "An' flesh cuts real easy."

Wilhiém winces. "Careful."

Mayrù rolls her shoulders lightly and glances ahead, hushidly replying to Dyna, "I am."

Wilhiém draws a massive shield in front of him, inching forwards. He adjusts a few valves on his armor.

Oliver straightens and steps forward. He's smiling. "Y'got somethin' 'a mine."
Oliver says: Ah ain't leavin' 'til Ah get it back.

Nialos draws his blade, smirking. "Mine too, y'know."

Llew moves in behind Oliver.

Oliver says: Then we'll say y'did a good job tryin' ta stop us.

Kamazlek yells: [Saron] Rruh Ehhga gh Ighrahf!
Kamazlek yells: I WILL RIP OUT YA SOULS!

Nialos says: ... The hell was th-- oh.

Wilhiém yells: None left.

Mayrù lifts her hands up, palms facing upwards, nearby shadows crawl toward her an wrap her body. "Here we go...."

Oliver grins.

Wilhiém says: ...I am -not- getting cooked again.

Liotuse exhales slowly, murmering a soft prayer to the Light. He'd need it.

Llew draws his blades, his voice low. "Shut him up."

Oliver waves his blade, almost mockingly. "Ah think my soul deserves a break, eh?"

Dyna 's features grow quiet, and her burly form- which is definitely wearing some pretty awesome heavy red armor and not flimsy brown chainmail- grows quite rigid. Her lips move in prayer.

Nialos says: Pfft. Never a break for us.

Oliver says: Come at us!

Kamazlek grinned, "With pleasure!"

Mayrù says: Just breathe.... stay aware.... we... we've got this!

Kamazlek set his arm aflame, charging at the group. "DIE!"

Nialos drops into a combat stance, readying himself. "'Course we d-"

Wilhiém drops to the side, covering himself with the shield. Too many times was he cooked. He's used to this!

Kamazlek 's arm rippled the flame surging through his arm at the Alliance.

Dyna 's lips twitch in a distinct frown, and she lunges to the side. Fire. Why was it always with the -fire-?

Oliver really shouldn't mock, especially when fire is involved and he is a zombie. Flame tears at him until he disperses it with a blast of cold.

Liotuse just drops to a knee, twisting his upper half away and trying to shield himself with his left arm.

Mayrù 's shadowed form splays outwords into a cloud of purple ribbons, the fire passes through her shadows and reforms.

Llew hit the sand, avoiding any coming fire.

Nialos stamps a foot down, conjuring a sickly green shield to absorb the flames.

Kamazlek grinned, "Dat's right, scatta and show me ya defensives, little ones."

Nialos immediately moves up on Kamazlek's left, his blade moving down in a vertical arc, runes blazing as an aura of plague encircled the weapon.

Llew comes up out of the sand in a fluid motion, drawing his throwing star from within his leathers and flinging it at Kama's exposed neck

Mayrù waves her hands out before her, ripplies of shadow press form from her hands, moving to their mark to fortify those who've been hurt.

Oliver 's flesh absorbs the shadow almost greedily. The burns fade some.

Wilhiém grins widely. Mmmm, a charge. The shadow-network responds greedily.

Dyna 's quiet gaze fixes intently on the troll, and her lips, still moving in prayer, fall still a moment as she calculates. Her jaw clenches, and she thrusts a palm forward, holy energy lancing out in a bright arc of righteous flame.

Wilhiém chuckles. He flicks open his gauntlet - dark shapes dart out towards the troll, paralytic-bugs. If connected and successful, the partial paralysis and nausea would set in within a minute or so after the bite.

Oliver does a frontal charge, a wild look beginning to develop in his eye. A plague leaks from his flesh, which would make a painful addition to his full-body slam against the troll.

Liotuse rises back into a standing position, picking his target even as his leather smolders. The large troll's right shoulder. His finger clutches the trigger, firing his rifle.

Kamazlek growled, he grasped the first blade and sent a ripple of shadow energy through it. Ducking his head as the ninja star grazed him, leaving a long cut. He roared. "Rise!" He lifted a minion from the sand in the way of the paralytic bug. A small breath before glancing towards the death knight charging at him, he growled. Being knocked back, fighting to regain his composure. He spat against the sand, and shrieked as the bullet lodged within his shoulder blade. "Annoying..little..pests!"

The monstrosity lunges at Llew, it's rusted weapons in it's hands. It then screams in a gut-wrenching voice. "DIEEEEEEE!!"

Ixxie shambles towards Nialos, intent on chewing his arm.

Troshkag charges to Wilhiem swinging with his pick.

An undead orc looks at Nialos, he may be dead but he still has his axe in hand as he raises it and swings it at Nialos.

A ghoul rises from the ground first a hand then a head soon a whole body the body moves cracking before reaching down grabbing a staff the head stuck sideways as the zombie using his staff casted spells resembling shadow bolts at Tavin

Llew staggers back as he is hit with surprising force. Weakened for a moment, he lets out a bellow of pain-fueled anger, and shoves his main blade at his attacker's head.

Nialos' grin turns into a snarl as the two minions assault him. Attempting to shake them off, he twirls around and moves to cleave the undead.

The shambling corpse stiffens as the blade pierces it's skull and exits through the back. It then goes limp, it's black tongue lolling to the side and it's arms drop it's rusted weapons.

Oliver snarls and turns to face his attacker. He brings the pommel of his blade into the construct's skull, shattering it.

The cleave slices his chest in half one side falling from the other and he dies back into the sand.

Ixxie splits in two. The top half will moans and claws at the ground, while the bottom half lays still.

Mumbling something in an unintelligable(sp) language the zombie is struck hard on the head before a lard crack is heard the zombie falling to a pile of bones

Kamazlek cackles. "I will keep ya from passin' fa da Glory of da Gods!"

Mayrù bursts another torrent of shadows toward her allies, aiming to soothe their wounds and dampen the pain they feel.

The final ghoul's body drops back into the ground leaving only a pickaxe.

Dyna spies the last undead; her heavily armored form emmits a glare of holy energy which surges faintly as she thrusts a palm forward, lunging after with the rather enormous sword she wields. Holy judgement gogogo! Filthy undead.

Kamazlek cackles, "Glad ya enjoyed mah little friends, now fa real powa!"
Kamazlek yells: Time ta face da rage.. of da Maw's fait'ful.. da Forgetten Drakkari.. Hhan..Ghaskurrf, Fah ehhga ar ah grih eh ah Ehhga! Burn in the void!

A mass of black flame consumes the lumbering troll.
Kamazlek cranks his fist back, he charged at Mac, hand extended, transfering his greatest.

Nialos staggers back, bathed in the shadowy flames. Without thinking, he conjures a second runic blade behind the Troll, which moves to swipe at his hind.

Oliver runs at Kamazlek in a rage. A green haze forms around him, empowering him further as the magical flames are absorbed. He raises his sword and brings it down in a downward arc, runes blazing. Plague erupts from his throat, coating anything in front of him.

Kamazlek blinks, he wails, the blade wrenching down into him. He growls, being covered in the spray of plague, coughing up blood madly. "Ga- GAH!" He scratches at his skin, blood erupting from his body as the blade nearly cut him clean.
Kamazlek winces, cackling. "S-So even Deat' can die..heh.."
Kamazlek yells: YA WILL N-NOT MAKE IT THROUGH! BRYAGH, DESTROY DEMS!

Attackers vs. Bryagh

There is a distant roar...
Bryagh howls as his shadow passes overhead and into the next area, electricity flashes wildly off the obelisks.

Dyna glances back at Mayru, and moves to return to her side and grab her by the arm before hauling after Bryagh.

Oliver rips his blade from the troll in time to look up at the flying beast. A black blight oozes from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes don't seem quite right.

Mayrù drops her shadows, frowning as she glances around the group, "Do I need to patch anyone up?"

Oliver says: Let's -GO-.

Liotuse slowly reloads his rifle, wincing with the motions. He was nice and seared through the leather but made no mention. The rifle is slung onto his back, drawing his longswords.

Dyna says: - No time, love.

The massive purple dragon lets loose a rock-shattering roar, challenging any to come near the power crystal for the defensive matrix.

Wilhiém winces. He lifts a single hand, darts behind his armor. Shadow-ebergy flickers about as he flimsily patches himself up.

Oliver stops as the walls shake from the roar. He looks for the source.

Liotuse says: ...I suppose that's the next bastard.

Wilhiém says: Cute. Colorful.

Nialos 's blade flashes red, sending a sweeping aura of crimson through the Knight's body. "Hmf. Ugly as hell."

Oliver says: Who here's good with lizards.

Liotuse nods, managing a grin as he brings his longswords up. "And purple. I'm starting to kick myself for not bringing my Northrend crossbow."

Wilhiém cracks his neck. "I thought you liked purple."

Dyna's blue eyes narrow and she places herself firmly in front of Mayru, a low growl emanating from her throat.

Liotuse says: Nope. I do however. Like the idea of flanking and surrounding a dragon to divide its attention. Then taking it down.
Liotuse glances to the others, raising a brow.

Nialos says: Strike the underbelly.

Dyna says: Tia was right.
Dyna blinks, frowning, and pulls a small fortune card from her belt. She passes it silently back to Mayru. "- For luck."

Oliver says: Ah like both these ahdeas. Let's do both. Split up, distract its attention. Make it rear or take off, an' strike it.

Mayrù exhales slowly, laying a hand on Dyna's shoulder, "Do what you all must, I'll keep you all guarded." She takes the fortune card and nods, slipping it into her robes.

Liotuse says: It's patrolling. The moment we cross that threshold... it's on. What Nialos said. Underbelly.

Llew immediately moves off toward the dragon, fading from sight.

Mayrù reaches into the hem of her silk glove, pulling out a pendant on a silver chain. She set's in in Dyna's palm, "For luck."

Oliver says: Let's go.

Dyna glances at Mayru and offers a faint smile. She leans in and kisses the woman's forehead, then salutes and charges after.

Nialos says: ... I think I got it's attention.

Wilhiém shrugs. "I do too." He lets out a low growl, shield out, sword out, both basically pointy extensions of fists. Aims for the left wing.

Bryagh snarls.

Oliver runs around the dragon's side.

Liotuse scrapes his dual longswords against each other, grimacing. The thing has some -foul- breath.

Bryagh rears back and blasts flame in all directions.

Llew is ON FIRE.

Wilhiém is RIPPING AWAY AT THE WING.

Mayrù calls for shadows once more. gogoshadowform.

Bryagh lets out a rumbling snarl. Apophan's voice booms through the windstones floating around. "YOU WILL DIE... HERE"

Liotuse is -barely- able to roll underneath the torrent of flame, kicking up sand.

Dyna charges forward, her massive sword at the ready- and is stopped by a massive gout of flame. Shadow of a dragon? More like watch out for it's face. Her armor heats up red-hot.

Nialos dances around the flames, slowly but surely making his way towards the dragon's right side! He strikes at the wings with a simple swing.

Mayrù is guarded from the fire because Dyna's in front of her.

Llew is knocked out of stealth by the sudden burst of flame, but is luckily very close. However, burning, he stabs almost blindly at Bryagh's chest.

Bryagh howls in pain.

Mayrù reaches forward to touch Dyna's shoulder, shadows arm from her fingertips and toward the other injured by the flames, the magics am to quell the burns and cool the armor.

Bryagh snarls at Maryu for repairing his pretty fire.

Mayrù blinks several times as the dragon's gaze fixes on her. Her features draw blank. Oh noes.

Dyna quails a moment, the far too familiar reek of burned flesh emanating up through her heavy armor- but at the shadowy touch and the stilling of the burns, she shakes herself, and makes a crooked lunge forward, shouting something incoherently to regain the dargon's attention and unleashing a holy judgement straight at it's stupid ugly face.

Bryagh whimpers as his head shoots to the side from the blow

Wilhiém charges at the wing - and proceeds to hack and tear and climb, and basically make the thing -bleed- in the nastiest way possible. He's making his way to the neck - and throws out a hooked blade, to its base.

Bryagh lifts his wing, preventing a complete break, but his shoulder drops from the injury.

Liotuse doesn't even take a moment to collect himself, his feet slipping into the sand for support as he pushes off the ground and dives for -underneath- the left wing, jerking both his longswords up to try and score a hit into its underbelly.

Bryagh roars as he rears back, his black blood spewing over the attackers. The drake backs away snapping and slashing at the foes and bleeding profusely.
Bryagh gets a... glint in his eye.
The Dragon rears back and howls, dust left dormant for thousands of years rattles off the walls as he makes a break for it.

Wilhiém falls off with a womanly shriek.

Liotuse is knocked on his ass, eyes shutting with pain as he lets everyone know it. Swear after swear. It passes, or at least he tucks it into a corner he won't pay any mind for the next little while.

Nialos is blown back by the dusty shriek, colliding with the nearby wall with an 'oof!' "... Son of a bitch."

Oliver manages to remain on two feet, though lifts an arm to shield himself from the blast. He looks ahead.
Oliver says: Two ways t' go from 'ere.

Liotuse lets his head fall back a moment, taking a breather before he pushes himself to his feet and is sure to grab his blackened swords. A flick to remove the drake blood.

Nialos says: ...Damn it all.
Nialos says: I hate dragons.

Wilhiém pockets a long, leathery, blood-soaked strap of the dragon-webbing. Grins.

Liotuse rolls his shoulders back, taking in a fresh lungful of air. Or it's stale. And sandy.
Liotuse says: ...Well which one are we hitting first?
Liotuse glances between the two directions.

Oliver says: ... We need this t'be fast. We should split.

Llew looks to Oliver with a slight frown.

Nialos says: Huh. Sounds like a bad idea.
Nialos says: Let's do it.

Liotuse says: You sure dividing will conquer as much? There's a lot of 'what ifs' in that. And I know you want -...
Liotuse glances to Nialos. He shakes his head with a chuckle.

Oliver says: This is a'ready suicide. We seem t'be handlin' ourselves better'n Ah expected.

Wilhiém nods silently. "Time is of issue here, I... understand as much." He coughs into his hand. "Yep, my ribs are intact. I think."

Liotuse looks down at his charred leather suit.

Nialos says: Pfft. Daughter's on the line.

Oliver says: This'll be quicker if we cover more ground.
Oliver says: So.

Liotuse says: ...And in case they want to move prisoners on us. Alright. I see the merits.

Oliver says: We still have ways t'communicate.
Oliver looks at Mayru and Dyna. "Ah know th' two 'a you won't split. Wil an' Liotuse, y'should go with 'em.

Wilhiém wrinkles his nose. "...right."

Oliver points over yonder.
Oliver says: Go that way.

Liotuse furrows his brows a touch. "...You sure you don't want Mayru? Or can you guys patch yourselves up a bit?"

Nialos waves Liotuse off. "Eh. If it gets bad, I can manage some healing."

Oliver says: Nialos an' Ah kin keep up. Ah trust Llew not t'be lit on fire twice in one night.

Llew snorts. Grumbling. "You'd be surprised." He steps up.

Oliver says: Th' three 'a us'll be headed right.

Liotuse nods, looking over to Llew. Then down to himself. "I think he'll be luckier than me."

Wilhiém chuckles. "I can offer some patching for those burns. As someone that had to deal with this.. rather... frequently." He winces.

Liotuse lifts a boot, wiping off his longswords on the inside of his foot. "...It's horrible to say. But I hope this was the direction the fucking dragon went. We have one more than you guys."

Mayrù stands silently as the groups are decided. She pulls the fortune card Dyna had given her out and turns it over in her hand, emerald gaze watching over it distantly. She chews her lower lip and smiles as she exhales, "... We're doing well so far."

Oliver 's hand begins to shake again. His fist clenches quickly to stop it. "Ah think we're done waitin' around."

Llew grints his teeth, frowning deeply. And flings his dagger at that stupid snake.

Nialos taps his foot impatiently. "Let's get the show on the road."

Oliver says: Nobody hesitate t'call fer help. If we's able, we'll come runnin'.

Team White Sigil: Insect Wing

As they enter the area, the buzzing sound.... gets louder...

Liotuse looks behind him to Mayru and Dyna. There's a nod to them, then looks over to Oliver. "Light be with you three. And the same to you."

Oliver says: ... Light be with us all.

Wilhiém says: I hear bugs.

Liotuse says: You're in -Silithus-.

Mayrù wrinkles her nose, "B-bugs?"

Wilhiém says: And I -love- it.

Liotuse shakes his head.

Dyna blinks back at Mayru quietly.
Dyna says: You'll be fine, dear.

Liotuse spreads his hands wide. "This little valley looks inviting."

Apophan's voice booms over the Windstones, "Xia chk'rik ik i ki k!!!!"

Liotuse sighs. "Chittering too! Fantastic!"

Wilhiém grins widely. "...this is amazing."

The Hivemother lets loose an earsplitting shriek.

Liotuse grimaces and immediately brings his fists up over his ears.

Wilhiém fights back the urge to take notes and draws his sword instead.

Mayrù says: -amazing-?

Wilhiém says: Have you -seen- anything like this before?

Liotuse slogs his way through the water, spitting as he glances right. "There's a path."

Three eggs plop from the queen's, well... thing.

Wilhiém still fights back the urge to take notes.

The eggs hatch, from each emerges a tentacled, mutated trespasser. Apophan's voice echoes, "Behold. Your. FATE!"

Liotuse recoils a bit, shifting to the right and trying to find a more shallow part. There. At least he can sort of stand, raising his longswords. "Try us."
Liotuse glances up at the Silithid queen, then down to the mutations. "Why. You three are as ugly as your mother. Now that's impressive."

Insect A says: You shall be one of us soon... Very soon... So you should not say such things...

Liotuse fakes a loud gasp, glancing back to his three companions. "They respond pretty well. Maybe I can teach them the art of comebacks."

Wilhiém says: Shhh, shh, I already have self-esteem issues.

Insect A opens his mouth impossibly wide and let's a shrieking battle cry. He then jumps into the air and lands on top of Liotuse, weapon in hands.

Liotuse blinks at the creature's speed, trying to raise his weapons to deflect. His reaction was off and slow, crashing underneath the water with the mutated creature on him.

Insect A says: DIE! DIE!DIE!

Insect B stares with the white blank eyes the staff glowing as it aimed at Mayru casting a sinister curse of pain at the person.

Mayrù inhales sharply, hand gripping at her chest as the curse sinks into it's mark.

Insect C grabs his weapons in both hands charges at Willhiem, swinging his axe at his chest.

Wilhiém coughs, gurgling, letting out guttural swears as the axe lunges between the plates, no doubt breaking something important.

Mayrù shakes her head and arches her shadows out toward the injured, warding them and soothing their pain.

Liotuse -grapples- the monstrosity with his right arm, trying to jerk it around and reverse their positions so he's above it. Underneath the sick liquids they're immersed in, he lunges with the sword in his other hand to impale it.

Dyna growls and steps infront of Mayru protectively. She casts out her right hand, a golden celestial hammer flies forth aimed for Insect B's chest.

Insect B laughes as he snaps his staff to the right deflecting the hammer, "Infidel!"

The Hivemother lets out a shriek. Hivecall.

Insect A grabs Liotuse by his robes and pulls him forth, with a curved knife in his other hand.

Insect B slams the staff onto the water making a small tidal wave fly toward Mayru.

Mayrù lifts her arms in front of her face to try and block the rushing water. She sputters and coughs once it passes, gasping for air.

There's a lovely fresh spurt of red colour in the liquid as the knife slips into Lio, bypassing his tunic and the piece of metal beneath it.

Insect C raises his hand out of the water grabbing Willhiem's shouders bringing his blade in from behind stabbing him in the back.

Mayrù holds a hand over her throat, focusing on working past the pain she's feeling. Her other hand arcs to throw soothing shadows toward Liotuse.

Wilhiém growls. He turns, swings, bringing out the hooked sword and aiming -just- below the attacher's sternum, hooked up, aiming to gut it - in the nicest way possible.

Liotuse jerks himself back to remove the knife from his torso, finding his actions a bit easier without as much pain to deal with. He lets go of both his swords to reach out and grab the creature's neck, jerking to try and break whatever now passes as its neck.

A resounding crack is heard, and the creature goes limp. It now banks in the liquid, not stirring for a moment.

Dyna 's eye tics. She snarls and lunges at the thing that hurt Mayru, holy energy bursting from her weapon to smack the carapace- hard.

A massive proboscis descends from the Hivemother and into each of the remaining pets... She unshackles herself from the wall...

Insect B falls to the water,dead

The Queen drops down and hisses angrily at the intruders to her hive. However, lethargy has taken its toll.
The Queen spits acid in all directions. The poison splatters against the fluid, sending it flying.
The Queen's deathwail echoes across the desert... the Silithid on the outside battle would become enraged.

Liotuse manages to break the surface of the liquid, gasping for air as he gestures to the others to follow him, seeing the collapsed Hivemother.
Liotuse sets a hand to the open knife wound in the side of his torso, trying to wipe the crap away from the area. He doesn't want that infected, wiping at his eyes as well. "You... okay Mayru? Took some hits..."

Mayrù drops her levitation spell as she settled on the bank. She nods distantly and closes her eyes to regain her focus. "I'll... Be fine, let's press onwards."

Liotuse sheathes his swords, reaching back for his rifle to work hastily to clean the flintlock mechanism. "We've got to keep moving then. I think that might have taken longer... than it should've." It's clear he's trying to catch his breath.

Dyna 's lips remain thin, and she hovers guardedly close to Mayru, frowning. She doesn't say anything, but her jaw is clenched.

Wilhiém crawls out, coughing, spitting, swearing. He pulls off his helm and shakes his head about. He winces - hand darting behind his armor - and tugging the network shut once again.

Liotuse coughs and spits. He doesn't even want to question what he was just swimming in. "Thanks for the save by the way. May. Didn't see it but I did notice I didn't feel like I was just -stabbed-."

Wilhiém says: Liotuse. Get over here.

Liotuse stops.

Mayrù smiles weakly, "Of course. I can surpress the pain and keep you fighting. We'll fix wounds once we reach triage."

Wilhiém stretches out a hand. On it - a small bug, stinger extended. "Adrenaline shot. Bring up to neck. Twist head. Numbs pain, gives a boost."

Liotuse stretches up to his full height, shaking his head as he seems to zone out. Centering himself and taking a few seconds to stretch out his arms. "I'm fine. A stab isn't much and we've just started. Keep it for yourself."

Dyna 's jaw clenches as she casts a worried glance towards Tuse, and frowns faintly. She seems more interested in staring at her boots now.

Mayrù loops in arm with Dyna's and lean's her cheek on the woman's shoulder as they walk -- some small comfort.

Wilhiém winces. "Whatever you wish." He brings the insect to his own neck, the stinger goign in-out. Hisses, tosses it aside.

As the group nears, they could hear the pained roars of Bryagh.

Liotuse says: ...Company.

Wilhiém says: Familiar.

Liotuse says: It can't fly and it's wounded on the left side. Stay on that side. Abuse it's lack of mobility. Watch the head.

Apophan yells: You will go no closer, BLASPHEMING TRESSPASSERSSS!
Apophan yells: Flee, then, Acolyte.
Apophan slams his scythe to the ground, it burns into the rocks.

Wilhiém says: That.
Wilhiém says: Is a cow.

Apophan says: You've caused my beloved Bryagh much pain... and for that... you will die. You've slain the Hivemother... do you know how long it takes to GROW ONE?!

Liotuse says: A while. Mad bastard, aren't you? Maybe we'll help next time we visit if you hand us our people back.

Apophan says: No matter, I have a surprise for you...

Wilhiém taps his chin. "No, but I would be interested to find out."

Apophan says: An old friend...

Liotuse loads the rifle, cocking the hammer and slinging it onto his bac but instead draws his longswords.


Mayrù reaches out to grip limply at Dyna's wrist, ".... Oh light."

Wilhiém says: ...the penguin is not here, is it?

The broken, twisted and mutilated shell of Strahm steps forward. Lightweight bands of Elementium cover his chest and back.

Liotuse tosses a 'shut up for now' look over his shoulder at Wilhiem.

Stràhm approaches alongside the Apophan. Black sclera-colored eyes stare intently at the trespassers. A smoking rifle is held in both hands across his chest. A chest that is covered with plates of Elementium melded to his skin. "Yes, Sovereign."

Apophan says: Destroy these intruders... I tire of their pathetic mewlings.

Stràhm says: As you command.

Liotuse backpedals, murmering lowly to his group. Perhaps too low for Apophan or Strahm to hear. "Aim to incapacitate. Not kill."

Apophan looks at Strahm.

Wilhiém looks disappointed.

Apophan says: Aim to decapitate.

Wilhiém mimicks the cow with a hand-puppet.

Liotuse flashes Apophan a grin. You just had to catch that didn't you? Lio gives his longswords a whirl in each hand, already trying to spike his adrenaline.

Strahm aims his rifle ahead of him at the group.

Dyna just stares. Her expression does not appear to change, and her hand grips Mayru's, her features strangely flat. More holy energy bristles, forming a haze about her thick red armor.

Liotuse tries to pivot and dart to the left as he sees the end of the rifle his way. All he manages to do is relocate it to the left side of his midsection. His tunic and the metal within it stands no real chance, the round striking deep.

Mayrù 's hand jerks up as the bullet flies, enveloping it in shadows the lessen the damage it would do to it's target.

Apophan chuckles, "I think I will enjoy watching thiss..." he moves over to his other cultists.

Wilhiém winces and spits on the ground. "Fookin' cultists." He re-seals his helm and dashes out, spiked shield in front of him - towards Minion!Strahm.

Liotuse lets himself fall to the side. Laying down would be a bit more comfortable than standing with a bullet wound now. He slips the throwing knife out of his right boot, snapping his wrist to try and catch Strahm low in the leg.

Kamazlek cackles a little gnomish cackle. "Very amusing!"

Dyna releases Mayru and moves forward, bringing her large red blade up as she darts forward and slamming forward with holy judgement, blade glittering with Light.

Stràhm hardly makes a noise as he's impaled, cut, and stabbed with a flying projectile. Still, he stares with a high intensity within his black-clouded eyes at the group.

Strahm vanishes in a sudden crack of electricity. He appears here, then there, and seemingly everywhere at once. But when he finally remains still, both blades are held out, the rifle strapped to his back. ( AOE all roll )

Apophan snarls his flaming eyes widen in abject rage.

Mayrù moves closer to Liotuse, waving her hands forward to soothe his pain with more shadow energy!

Wilhiém throws the shield aside. He hisses, winces, then pulls off hsi gauntlet - bare hand darting for Strahm's throat. He would attempt a drain, simple shadow-sort - if successful, it would significantly weaken the poor... beaten... thing.

Liotuse dips his head in thanks to Mayru, struggling to get to his feet. He doesn't bother picking up his longswords, stumbling into a charge to break for Strahm's right and snap his left leg around in a strike to his kidney. Plating or not, he might be able to feel it.

Dyna's eyes briefly close as she lunges forward, closing the small distance between herself and the thing that used to be her husband. She doesn't hesitate- her sword plunges down for his collar, striking at the throat; holy energy sizzles as she infuses the strike with righteous vengeance.

Apophan says: My creation. Kill them.

Stràhm falters slightly, eyes lidding partially at the battering. The grip on his throat seems to drain him, and the kick to his metal-plated side may have done it, too. Or that oddly weak chop to the collar bone. His attention, however, abruptly and fully shifts to Wilhiem. One of his swords is raised up, and made to cut him vigorously across the chest.

Wilhiém hisses. The drain fills him, mending - the pain mostly negated. The sword slides between the plates, blood gushing out. He falls to his side, grasping, attempting to flimsily heal what he can.

The Door to the Watchers Terrace creaks open.

Apophan turns and his eyes widen... in horror.
Apophan roars with bestial vigor. So fierce!

Mayrù frowns sadly toward Strahm's desecrated body. Shadows swirl around her hand and she lobs a mind blast toward him, fully geared to just disable him.

Drathnor vs. Team White Sigil

Drathnor yells: As you wish. The gods bless my axe this day!

Nialos yells: The gods don't bless a thing. I'm taking my daughter back!

Apophan yells: Drathnor... Ash'kira n'k-k-ki RAH
Apophan yells: Your daughter belongs to the Will of a most holy group...
Apophan yells: INQUISITOR!

Nialos yells: Bullshit it does!

Drathnor yells: You shall rue the day you steeped foot upon these Holy grounds!

Apophan yells: END THIS FARCE!

Marìus yells: -Words, and only words. Be silent, all of you. Focus.

Khaelanna yells: [Qiraji] "Kh'shab ahpt ras'zuj! T katc tajh m'rh ni'cht s'k m'jh H'satl SHAD'RA!!"

Apophan yells: Come to meet your end, Denouncers.

Drathnor yells: Shroken, Teloran! RIP THEM APART!

Shroken charges forward. The large wolf rushes at Mayru lunging and attempts to tackle and snap his jaws around her neck.

Teloran jumps onto Wilhiem clawing at his face.

Mayrù screams as the wolf pulls her down, her hands buckle under its neck as she tries to push it away.

Liotuse swings around immediately. They need Mayru for healing services and Wilhiem has proven he can stitch himself up. He swings his rifle around, jamming the end of the barrel against the wolf's body and pulling the trigger.

Shroken is shot in the side, as the astral wolf fades out and vanishes.

Mayrù rolls to her side, coughing out a "Th-thank you." She reaches out for Wil, as she see's he's under assault too and channels her soothing shadow energies.

Wilhiém is getting clawed at! He lets out a growl, writhing about on the ground - throwing a fist out, one after another, at the wolf's muzzle with his right hand, shielding away with his left.

Dyna 's sword lifts in defense of Mayru, but- suddenly Liotuse! Her sharp gaze darts between the wolf attacking Wilhiem, and the thing that summoned them. Her eyes narrow and she lunges for Drathnor with holy Judgement at the tip of her sword as she swings down hard toward his arm.

After getting hit in the jaw, Teloran backs up in pain.

Wilhiém scrambles up to his feet, adjusting his nose with an audible crack. Delightful.

Drathnor lifts his hands up into the air a massive wall of fire plummets to the ground and heads straight for Liotuse.

Teloran gets ready for another attack at Wilhiem, grabbing for his arm.

Liotuse turns and - stands his ground. Mayru's sort of behind him, not wanting to avoid the thing. He -screams- as the wind whips and slathers him with magma.

Drathnor says: HAHA! You fool! Feel the power of the gods! Burn in their fires! BURN!

Wilhiém 's arm is pulled, popped, and probably cracked. Ow.

Drathnor laughs at Liotuse.

Liotuse looks like he's been through hell, literally. Fire and lava enjoy his company far too much. He breaks free of the tornado, returning Drathnor's mocking with a savage, bloody grin. He lunges straight for Drathnor's left arm, leading with his brutally sharp knives.

Mayrù pulses out her shadows to sooth the newly recieved magma burns about Lio's body. Her magic then shifts toward Wil to stiffle the pain he's feeling, giving him the boost he needs to keep fighting.

Wilhiém hisses. As he'd imagine, the wolf has locked his jaws about his arm - with the burst of shadow-energy, he throws out teh hooked, rusted sword with his free arm, aiming to -behead- the bothersome thing.

After taking the hit, Teloran drops to the ground in pain.

Dyna's eyes widen as a whirlwind of Magma strikes at Tuse, and she pulls back her sword to throw another Light-infused blow for Drathor; it flies for the arm that was used to burn-the-crap-out-of-Tuse, vengefully.

Drathnor yanks the axe from his back its searing heat can be felt coming off the blade, he swings for Liotuse's chest "YOU DIE UPON THIS FEILD!"

Liotuse gurgles and spits up blood as the mighty axe shears through his reinforced tunic, only managing to pull himself off it and fall onto his back.

Mayrù's up on her feet, shadows arching off of her toward Lio (and Wil XD) "No you don't. You get up."

Wilhiém snaps his arm back with a pop. Pop! He shakes it about, and leaps towards Drathnor, sword out, shield throwd aside as to ease the movement. He aims a horizontal slash at hsi midsection.

Drathnor says: You fools cannot win!
Drathnor Slams his axe into the ground lightning arcs out from the blade towars all those inj his way

Dyna 's lips twist in a snarl as LIotuse goes down like a cheap whore and she lurches forward in a whirlwind of holy energy and rage and stuff and attacks Drathnor with the power of Spanish meltdowns.

Liotuse scrambles to backtrack, his body weak as his elbows slip far too many times in the sand. Trying to get out of the fight and maybe get that deep, open wound seen to. He fumbles to get a round into his rifle, pulling on the hammer and firing the flintlock at Drathnor.

Mayrù focuses on her wounded allies, soothing their pains with shadows and willing their flesh to numb and mend.

Drathnor gasps he looks down at a new wound in his side "you shall pay for that....dearly

Apophan yells: *As the final line of defense begins to crumble, a bolt of lightning slams into Anna d'Khael and Drathnor. Energizing them for whatever their final attacks shall be*

Wilhiém lets out a wail. He's been chopped at, burnt, electrocuted... with the last little tidbit of effort, he puts all of the remaining strength into a throw - and throws his shield out towards the cultist in an ark. DESPERATE MEASURES.

Dyna is into it, now. She darts to the side and aims to cleave the figure in the side as she makes to get behind him for more stabbing.

Liotuse manages to slip another round into the barrel of his firearm. His eyes are distant yet -frenzied-, darkness lurking at the edges of his vision. It's hard to recognize him anymore at this point, nor does he feel much this close to the edge. With an unnerving stare he pulls the trigger, firing once more at Drathnor.

Mayrù cries out as the lightning hits her, shaken she pulses out shadows in an almost aimless torrent -- ohlightpleasenoonedie!