Darrin quickly rolls to the ground, throwing his hand out and willing his hand to shoot a firebolt. It doesn’t work. Flat on the ground, he looks at his hand and swears in disbelief. Had his powers failed him?
Talison and Jila, ignoring the now floored sorcerer at their feet, hunker down and strain with the door, lifting it beyond the mere foot of clearance. The metal begins to grind against the stone walls, creating a screech that seems bent on rivalling the roar of water echoing now into the entrancehall as well as in the tunnel corridor. The arched ceiling seems to cave in a little more, although the falling torrent hides anything from clearly being seen near the hole in the roof, and while Simon’s light now holds steady, it’s still difficult to see clearly in the room.
Korik steps blithely forward to the end of the crevice in which he, Adrik and Bennet have been creeping, until he reaches the room beyond. The crevice tightens and narrows around his footing, coming to a point as he reaches the opening; the room beyond is not a room beyond. Korik sees a chamber, perhaps a hundred feet or so across on all sides, filled with water, the level being just a few feet from where he stands. There are no walkways, floors, platforms or handles. Instead, Korik is standing on the precipace of a watery abyss, a whirpool forming down below nearby, the rushing sound of water coming from this. Below must be the room where the others are trapped, and this cavern is where the water is coming from. From the looks of the cavern, there’s enough water here to flood the entire complex uncovered thus far and then some, the wetness of the parchments in the room behind him likely flooded by these same waters during heavier rainstorms when the cavern’s level rises. Without getting his feet wet, or braving clinging to the rough stone cavern walls, there is no way forward. Adrik, with his staff held in front of him, stands firm and sturdy. Bennet, behind him, leans over his shoulder. “So… is this Korik person going in to the room or is he rehearsing to be a door? Do you think that weird runestone you found can bribe him into moving?”
Darrin slaps his own hand, and throws it forward again, straining to stoke the glimmer of anger as his concern for his friends starts to quell that particular flame within. Nix, dragging her foot back and tossing an errant lock that fell in front of her brow to the side, breathes deeply, the out breath almost resembling a sigh as she makes a mental note of how close things just came. Rolling her shoulders and then taking up her position, she winds up her hand and throws it forward, the smattering of particulates she often feels between her fingers reminding her of the heat she is about to unleash, her mastery of the universal forces being ever apparent to herself as she conjures fire from the very air itself. Noting the dampness of the air, the pressure, the distractions, she mutters, less quietly than she initally wanted. “I hope this works!” She speaks the magic words she has memorised and feels the heat coalesce in her palm and throw itself outwards towards the now one-armed Skeleton that dared to get in her way; the fell thing flying backwards in many distinct parts as the flame dissipates around the spine, showing the forceful fire blast to have destroyed the thing. The bones fly beyond the top of the stairs, and fall down them as two more Skeletons make their presence known over the top step, clambering onto the landing as the water level rises up to just a few steps from the top.
Darrin sees the new Skeletons and feels a sudden swell of anger as he does, feeling as though despite the efforts of his friends, these foul creatures just KEEP… ON… COMING! Without being able to subdue the barbaric yawp, Darrin tensed his hand into a fist, his fingers ripping at the air as he did; the air before him seemed to catch fire and shoot outwards towards the new Skeletons, striking and making a booming noise at the same time, both Skeletons flying to either side of the room and smashing into pieces upon hitting the walls. Parts of the spines powderised upon impact, the force of their being thrown sending a minor ripple in the air that shifts everyone slightly. As the sound of the roaring water returns to consciousness after that incredibly loud display, Nix notices that the gemstone that had disappeared into her left hand and reappeared in her right. While normally the diamonds for her spell would remain, she knew not what this strange gifted sliver was, and the fact that it disappeared was odd. Had this been the source of the second thunderous clap, and had it thrown those two Skeletons to the walls? Darrin sees the destruction he has just wrought, and notices the shimmer in the air where the world tries to heal itself; he had just wrent the fabric of the world with his strike. He had destroyed those two Skeletons. Nix also notices the strange warping in the air before it disappears. Was that Darrin? Or the gemstone?
Lorawyn begins to swim towards the stairs, the water level now so high that there is no way she could reach the bottom and still breathe. Quickly glancing behind, she sees just below the water, on the ground, is the slowly advancing Skeleton she ran by before. It was looking up at her from within the churning mud-water, blade in hand.
Having had enough of the wet, and the cold, and the damned undead, Lorawyn ground her teeth and let out a small, controlled growl. She kept control, as her training taught her, but set out to destroy this mockery of life.
Raising her hands in the air above her for a moment, Lorawyn dives into the water, her legs thrusting her quickly to the Skeleton. Claws pointed forward, she swims directly into the Skeleton, picking it up from the floor and powerfully swimming back to the surface, its ribs in her hands. As she surfaces, she lets out a strong yell while ripping the Skeleton into two pieces, claws scratching away at the bone and weakening it enough to tear through. While not the strongest, Lorawyn knew how to take advantage of leverage and rotting bone. The thing was no more. After composing herself for a brief moment, she continues her swim towards her friends.
What do you do?
Talison +90 XP
Darrin +90 XP
Lorawyn +90 XP
Nix +90 XP
Korik +60 XP
Adrik +60 XP