After tackling the crazy man, Zarr feels a sharp object cut through his back before the thorns on the black sword cut his arm, only making his pain worse. He figures it was probably not the best decision to have tackled the crazy man, but he tried to help. He rolls over to the side off the man to not get in the way from the attacks.
Shen looks on with growing irritability, the giant idiot's actions being both reckless and entirely unhelpful. Shen didn't tolerate fools lightly, but the other seemed at least capable enough in that he thought it best to use a weapon.
Scowling, Shen throws a hand skyward. His warning is brief and gives but a moment before his next spell is cast.
"COVER YOUR EYES!"
Shen didn't know how familiar they were with the workings of magic and it's application in combat. Perhaps they had no blasted idea, but he rather hoped that the sword wielding one had noticed enough that he comprehended Shen's potential to help him down his attacker.
His fingers cast open and a sudden and brilliant flash of light immediately washed over the immediate area.
- Flash (lvl 3) - Effect: The mage's hand or weapon emits a sudden, piercing light which may stun and even blind those within range. Range: The caster. AOE: All creatures with conventional eyesight within 30 feet. Cast Time: Immediate. Power: All creatures not covering their eyes can be affected by this spell. Effects include being stunned for their next turn, or suffering a 5 point penalty to their awareness, due to their being blind or impaired.
After Zarr's unfortunate charge timing, it was too late to stop the mighty attack. He was forced to alter his blades course or it would have probably killed the big oaf. Miroslaw still felt the contact the blade made with Zarr's back. It could have ended very badly. Now, a strike that would have destroyed this crazy man's shoulder, was rendered useless.
Miroslaw lifted his blade again. When he noticed the oddities of the man, he hesitated in striking. His eyes scanned the target more and he mumbled to himself, "What kind of magic is this?"
After a short pause, he notices Zarr move, seemingly to give him an open attack. At the same time he hears from the magic casting stranger a warning to close his eyes. As he was unsure what the warning may have been for, he thought it best to heed the warning. Mages usually knew more about situations than he did. He decided to do both, attack and close his eyes! He swings his sword down upon the crazy man and as soon as his attack's course is set, he closes his eyes.
Last Edit: May 21, 2014 14:13:43 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Zarr rolled the the side, placing the crazed man between himself and his fellow Soren. He catches movement out of the corner of his eye and looks to see Miroslaw swinging a hard heavy blow downward into the midst of them with his eyes closed.
And then the flash hits...
All goes white in Zarr's vision, and even Shaen and Miro can see the flash through their eyelids. As the flash fades to a myriad of bright sparks dancing before his eyes he feels the sharp pain of being struck by a blade that severs the ear from his head and cuts into his shoulder before sweeping away.
No one is sure of who struck who between bright lights, closed eyes, and large obstructing men.::
((Zarr and crazed man blinded until next GM post.))
The intensity in Shen's voice should clearly indicate that their opponent was open to attack. Shen didn't have the clear space to attack the man himself, but Miro seemed quite hefty with swinging what was a sufficient weapon. The mage moved to the side, to have at least a clear line of vision on the muddle of bodies and then, barked a vicious at the cursed foe.
There was no reservation of power, or consideration for the man who may have well been possessed by the blade. Shen knew him only as murderous and an immense threat. He also was not certain that this spell would be enough.
He cast his hand at the blinded man, an intensity in his eyes that indicated his intent.
- Smite (lvl 6) - Effect: A pillar of light is cast down from the heavens and blasts heavy damage to one hapless opponent. Range: 30 feet. AOE: One target. Cast Time: Immediate: Power: Deals moderate damage to the one target. Deals major damage to enemies susceptible to blessed damage.
After the bright flash Miroslaw could even notice through his closed eyes, It was obvious why the mage gave the warning. He was not sure what he had his with his swipe, but he was already in the process of rearing back for another.
Miroslaw opened his eyes, and another direction came from the mage. The flash must have blinded the abnormal man. With a bloody roar and all his might, Miroslaw, once again, brought his sword down upon the crazed man. This time, his eyes were open and he was aiming directly for splitting the head in two. He was not thinking about trying to spare his life, only saving his own and Zarr's.
Last Edit: May 21, 2014 15:51:11 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The old Soren sees the flash with his eyes opened as he quickly raises his hands to cover them, but it was too late. He screams in pain from the loss of sight before getting his ear chopped off and another cut on his shoulder only making his pain even worse then before.
Unable to do anything, he remains on his knees trying to shake off the blindness and pain as the flood flowed down the side of his head.
Miro!... He cut my ear off! Kill the bloody bastard!
::A shaft of brilliant light shines down on the crazed man as he screams in pain. He reacts by raising his sword arm to try and block the rays and Miroslaw's heavy blow cuts clean through the elbow, severing the limb and sending it over the rail and into the rushing water below. The arc of Miroslaw's blade then carries on to strike the man's face just as his eyes return to normal.::
Shen brushed past whichever large bulk was in his way and inspected the corpse at their feet. Of particular interest was any residual effect to the arm and the blood of the victim. Shen didn't say anything else at this time but instead, opened the large book he carried at his hip and began pouring over notes, before scribbling some new ones.
(Just checking to see what I may be able to ascertain from our friend here.)
Still unable to see, the old Soren rubs his eyes trying to regain his sight. By the sound of things, it looked like the other two were able to take down their attacker.
Is he... is he dead mates?
Zarr tries to slowly get on his feet, having an arm extended out searching for something to grab a hold of.
After Miroslaw's cleave, he noticed the changes in the eyes. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He still wondered what kind of magic it was. He half expected the man to come back to life, ready to continue fighting.
As he looked at the man, he was nudged aside by the mage who aided him. He looked familiar, but wasn't sure where he had seen him. He figured the mage might be more informed on this, being it was clearly some strange magic, but decided Zarr's wounds were more important at the current time.
He set his large sword down, leaning against the bridge railing. Moving to Zarr to check the damage he stated, "Keep pressure on it, Zarr."
Last Edit: May 22, 2014 15:30:35 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
"Your lucky your blade is honed, or you might have cut your friends face off" quipped Shen, without paying the pair much heed. He was preoccupied after all.
(Still looking over the body to see if I can learn anything.)
::Zarr's back hurts, alot. While the wound is not deep, it is long. It may require stitches. The would to the shoulder is deeper and the pain caused from moving it would near prevent any use of the arm without having to force through the pain. It will DEFINATELY need at least stitches. If everyone is mindful of their feet they can recover the rogue ear, should someone want to try and reattach it. Just be careful not to kick it over the edge of the bridge...
Shen's examination of the remains would tell him that the blood from the wound is darker and thicker than what one would expect. It actually shares similar qualities to the blood found in a zombie, tho only tests would tell you for sure of any true similarities or differences. The dark blood has caused the veins on the wounded arm to go darker as well. And examination of the eyes would show similar signs, despite their having returned to a nomal color. Should Shen wish to check other areas of the man's body, he would note that the odd discoloration is more concentrated in the arm that held the sword and becomes less prominent as you move away from it.
Oddly enough, even as you watch, the corruption seems to be fading. The body and blood returning to a more natural state. Though if you were to guess, there would still be faint residual effects. Again only further testing would be able to confirm.::
Zarr had lived many battles and taken many injuries, so this was nothing new to him. It didn't mean that he felt the pain any less, but they were more scars adding to the many that were already visible on his large body. What was new was that he was attacked this time by his own ally and kin. His head slowly turned to look at Miro after hearing Shen's words.
Is it true, lad?
He kept placing pressure where he once had an ear. The pain was very painful to even care about their attacker at this moment. By the sound of things tho, it sounded like they had taken him down.
Mage, do you have any healing powers?
Most offensive casting mages weren't the healing type, but it was worth a shot to see if he could help take the pain away.
Miroslaw shook his head. He was fairly certain he hit the man and the damages to his fellow Soren must have come from another source, as no one was looking at the time! He responded, proclaiming his ignorance with the blind blow, "I am not really certain. If it is from me, it was not purposeful. The nick on your back was misjudgment on my part. For that, I apologize."
Miroslaw was at a loss on what to do. He had not supplies for stopping the bleeding and the wound was bleeding profusely. He looked around finally laying eyes on the dead man. He hastily made his way over to the deceased man and began tearing the his clothing, trying to salvage as much cloth as he could for patching up his poor friend.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.