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Enuren

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a character in “The Tale of Three Worlds- Before the Storm”, as played by SkullsandSlippers

Description

Name:Enuren

Hair:White
Height:5’8
Race: Ariji

Appearance:

Tall, thin and seemingly frail looking Enuren bears the light blue skin tone of her people as well as the white hair. This she wears long and flowing down her back. Her eyes are an amber, the colour of a sunset.

Personality:

Quiet and calm. Enuren is like the calm in the eye of a storm. On the other side her anger when it can be roused is like the harshest hurricane. She lives alone and keeps to herself like many of her kind. There are not many Ariji and it is easy to avoid a great deal of interaction.

Like all Ariji she favours a bow and arrow. She also learned early in childhood the elemental magic of her people.

History:

From Vola'Kun, high in the mountains.

She does not remember her parents. She remembers learning the magic of her people, learning to hunt and take care of herself but after that she was alone. Enuren has been on her own from that point on.

So begins...

Enuren's Story

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Enuren was alert, bow drawn and arrow at the ready. She took note of the noises around her, mostly the sound of feet and breathing from those she traveled with. The path took them lower still and before them a vast pit opened up.

A bridge spanned it though Enuren wasn’t entirely sure it would be secure enough to hold them all as they crossed.

There was conversation about Keyra flying to look at the bridge ahead but it was derailed as everyone looked to where Dravon now stared.

Enuren turned and was glad she did not need to breathe. She might have gasped in surprise at what looked back at them. She took a step backwards and slowly raised her bow, waiting for the signal to fire.

Everyone was at the ready, the tension was thick in the air. The shot went off. Enuren narrowed her eyes. Stupid, stupid man...

At the call to run Enuren did just that. The creatures came down the wall at them and without hesitation Enuren let an arrow fly. She ran only turning to fire arrow after arrow, aiming for the front creatures in an effort to slow down the rest.

By her fifth arrow it became clear that they were not slowing down and Enuren opted to simply run. Bow over her shoulder she ran. Behind her, Elruin let loose a blast of fire.

Near the end of the bridge Enuren jumped up on the rope and ran the last of its length until she could hop down on the rocky edge. She set her eyes on the coming wave, while drawing her bow once more. Her aim this time was for those that broke ahead even slightly. She wanted to give the others time to finish the journey until they could gain the advantage.

She heard Keyra call to the ash fiend asking about a barrier. Now is where we find out what we are all capable of.

Arrow flew and hit home. A krall fell, arrow in centre of its head. It had pushed ahead of the others by mere inches but that was all she needed. Another took its place at the ready on her bow.

"What is the plan?"

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As the large ball of shell and claw crashed against the bridge, only one thing could be heard then.
A sound of cracking thunder ruptured through the chasm as its sound coalesced back and forth against the high rocky walls.

The group did very little to look behind them, frankly because the bridge was now splintering into vastly split sections forcing feet to worry where they tread. Dravon could see as the middle of the walk way was now falling apart, forcing the group to split almost evenly as they ran. He was forced to coax his group to one side running along the right of the bridge as the guard caption was forced to do the opposite with his men.

The center gate was now lost to the group as the bridge continued to fall away under their feet. It only left behind a few scant pieces of itself leaving a vastly strange honeycomb formation that only slightly resembled a bridge. The door that his group approach was large, compromised of dark metal clamps and what looked to be fossilized wood that betrayed its own age.

A swift kick forced the door to swing lightly as Dravon's and Sevral's bodies piled in against it with Keyra following behind shortly.

As the group passed through the section of the bridge they left snapped away from the main body, even taking some of the doors frame along with it. With the realization that the ordeal was over Dravon took a long sigh and breathed deep. He sat himself flat on the cold stone floor and leaned forward slightly.

"Next time we see that guardsman.. remind me to hit him.." He licked a dry word from the edge of his lips as he finished. Standing to get back to his own mission. He took in his surroundings inside this strange structure for a few moments and attempted to gain his bearings.

The room was large and its stonework was the same as the columned hallway from before.
Its stone was dark and cool to the touch with hints of small streaks of grey in the mortar used to bind them. All along the walls of the room were large stone objects that looked to be ornate boxes. Some in their condition were broken and scattered with what seem to be white sand having poured from them. The center of the room opposite the now broken door was a stair case leading up and into another section of the structure.

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Sevral wasn’t sure what he’d expected after the Captain’s soldiers had summoned their group with such an apparent sense of urgency. After the spectacularly perplexing discovery in the previous room, perhaps they’d stumble upon a great crypt or tomb, perhaps even a sacrificial pit wherein dozens of aged bodies had stacked in a vain attempt of escape. Would some malevolent figure in a cloak be awaiting their arrival, turning slowly with the shadows sprawled across his face menacingly, enigmatically? The mouth beneath the veil would then smirk a crooked crease across the pale face, then utter words of greeting followed by a snide remark or bitterness leading to confrontation, or perhaps of a profound intelligence lost to the world as the figure beckons forth the group to investigate the secrets of the universe, sealed deep within the Earth’s mantle.

Perhaps they’d simply stumble upon a massive chasm which dove far beyond where any light could reach it, Sevral observed dumbly as the group reached the so enthralling point of interest. The man stared across the great rift, his eyes cautiously navigating the bridge from where it began, mindful for faults in the structure, to the landing on the opposite end. Sevral glanced around, nodding admiration to himself. Suffice to say, the man was thoroughly impressed. The swordsman looked up and down the great structure at the end of the bridge, several doors seeming to serve as entrances inside where it continued upwards, soaring to its glowing top. The light which was emitted seemed warm, calming, almost welcoming. It was enticing to say the least. So much so that the man hadn’t realized he’d been marveling to the point where he almost cursed himself for not having turned to inspect the wall just over their heads.

Sevral took a careful step back to support himself, trying to get his gaze to encompass the entirety of the blinking wall without falling over. The man’s hand instinctively dropped to his sword hilt, but he knew better than to make any other movements. Besides, what could he necessarily do? The man was going over in his mind several scenarios at a time, meticulously working through dozens of cases at a time, accounting for each individual and their speculated abilities and unforeseen variables, along with the actions and repercussions to be enacted when suddenly a shot sounded. The loud crack echoed ominously, reverberating down the chasm and then returning like a diminished ghost, afraid of what it found at the bottom. Where the shot had impacted, Sevral couldn’t tell. The man waited, silent, paralyzed with the anticipation that was palpable in the air.
No one needed to be told twice when Dravon finally ordered the retreat. The tsunami of onyx moved as a single, amorphous, limitless mass. Their numbers were probably enough to overrun the chasm itself, and yet they funneled onto the bridge, hell-bent on overwhelming the group. Sevral wasn’t cowardly, but he wasn’t stupid. The man pulled back immediately. Elruin, someone capable of unleashing wide-range attacks that can cover multiple targets, and the soldiers and Enuren with their ranged weapons were far better suited than a melee combatant like Sevral. The man left the Mage to entertain his morbid curiosity, the vortex of fire momentarily purging a small section of the little beasts, only to have even more overrun their forward ranks and continue forward.

Sevral stopped near the end of the bridge, just where it began to diverge towards the many separate doors. The man glanced back now to investigate the extent of Elruin’s abilities as the man called up a tremendous wrecking ball comprised of the writhing bodies of the creatures. It came down with more power than Sevral had anticipated, and the man was thankful for the apparent integrity which would not surrender to the enormous tremor as the bridge was blasted away.
Dravon ushered his group quickly to one side as the collapsing stonework forced everyone to choose a side. Both Captains, at Sevral’s last glance, seemed to have gathered their respective units, and with some effort, the aged door gave way and allowed the little group to escape as the last of the bridge landing gave way, falling far below. Sevral slowed to a halt inside, catching his breath momentarily and glancing around.

"Next time we see that guardsman.. remind me to hit him.." Dravon said.

“I believe the Captain probably already has that covered,” Sevral joked, smiling dryly. The man then inspected the condition of the interior of the structure. It appeared to be much the same as they’d seen recently, though there were peculiar boxes lining the walls, some of which had broken and spilled over their contents. The man moved quietly to the wall and knelt, scooping up the small grains in his hand and inspecting them, allowing them to sift slowly through his fingers. White sand? Sevral flicked his fingers and watched the little dust cloud sit, suspended in front of his face in the dim light. The man nodded to himself, as if reaching some unspoken conclusion of great importance, then produced a small vile from his satchel. The man took a small sample then stood and turned. Another staircase in the center of the room was the only option.
Sevral moved to the steps, placing his foot on one and testing his weight. The man paced to the side now, gathering anything else he could. Finally he merely turned and looked to the Captain. “Well,” he said casually, “That was fun.”

The man took to thinking for a moment, keeping an airy sense of good humor simply for the sake of it. “Wasn’t any great hulking beast, but it was certainly unexpected. What now, Captain?”

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The gigantic ball of energy came crashing down upon the bridge and Keyra's throat clenched tightly. That wasn't really what she had asked for, but she supposed it was far better than the alternative. The only problem then was that the bridge they'd just traversed was -as far as she knew- their only way back up to the surface.

Foregoing that problem for the moment, she focused all her energy on getting to safety before she too found herself falling down into the darkness with nothing to stop her. It was a cold death down there, one that she didn't wish to meet so soon. She watched as Dravon swung around, launching his leg into a sharp kick at the door, and falling inside with Sevral right next to him. They all piled into that room, and she was the last to follow.

The Val woman just barely made it to the doorway as the rest of the bridge crumbled away. Her wings pumped hard to keep her balance as she could feel the stone right beneath her hill chip away. Her hand snatched the frame of the doorway and hauled herself inside to safety. Turning around, her heart pounding heavily and her golden hawk like eyes nearly engulfed entirely by the black of her pupils, she eyed the perilous drop that was mere inches from her. She shook once, her wings snapping open and then coming back to fold against her shoulders tightly.

Reaching back, she gently tapped the hilt of her giant sword as her body began to calm from the moment of danger. Dravon sat upon the floor with a heavy sigh. Looking up, his gaze swept them all as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Next time we see that guardsman.. remind me to hit him.." he said and to this Keyra smirked.

“I believe the Captain probably already has that covered,” Sevral commented lightly to which the Val actually emitted a short laugh.

Shaking her head a bit, she crossed her arms over her chest as she took in the room that they'd entered. It looked to be like some sort of storage room. However, it's contents were very neglected and much of it seemed to have withered away to dust, no longer what it once was. She watched as Sevral moved to a broken box of dust and reached down to touch it. As he examined it, she examined him. He was very particular about how he moved and looked at things. Keyra wondered briefly what it was he'd concluded about the strange dust as he pulled out a vial and took some of it.

It wasn't until he went to the staircase that she noticed it as well. Curious, she moved over to it as he tested the steps and then pulled away.

“Well. That was fun.” he said, his voice rather calm.

Keyra glanced over to him, an eyebrow arching, "Fun?" she repeated. Her head fell forward as she laughed again. Reaching out, she braced herself on the wall and leaned forward to look up the stair case, "You've an interesting definition of fun, Sevral," she said to him softly, a grin still on her lips. Despite it though, she had to admit, it had been rather exhilarating just a moment before. It had been a while since her heart pounded so hard.

“Wasn’t any great hulking beast, but it was certainly unexpected. What now, Captain?”

Turning around, Keyra glanced over to their leader who was still seated upon the floor. She hadn't seen anything but more stairs leading upwards. Also... seeing as it was their only way up...

"Since our only route out of here has been destroyed," she glanced over to Elruin, but had to admit that it had probably been the right decision at the time, "Up is the only course of action."

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The bridge gave way and Enuren lowered her bow, watching the rope and wood collapse. The creatures fell away in the blackness.

Her eyes followed the descent. That takes care of them but that was our way across.... She only opened there was other options along the way, though she worried what that might mean.

We have only just started and it is already more treacherous than expected.

Turning, she looked to their leader. Predictably she was not the only one looking for guidance. Keyra mentioned heading upwards and Enuren was not opposed to the idea. They were deep into the earth and this made her a bit uncomfortable. She longed for the feel of the wind on her face.

The others, Sevral and Elruin were doing their own thing, waiting for the next step. Enuren adjusted her bow over her shoulder and moved quietly forward. She was calm, alert and ready to move on. Her eyes looked to the stairs. It was the only way to go and that fact was not entirely comforting. The passage meant a streamlined approach as they climbed. It also meant limited visibility as they moved upwards. They would not be able to see what awaited them at the top until they got there.

Enuren approached the stairs. "I agree, up seems to be our only option though I appreciate not having those things following us." She looked to Elruin. "I thank you for your quick thinking. I do not know what else we could have done to stop them"

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Dravon held his place on the floor looking up at the stairs.

"I still think something is off here, of all the years I've traveled through Creeds I never heard of such a thing happening."

He was in fact speaking about how the krawl almost unanimously rallied against them in complete organization and as he took his feet he dusted off his pants. The room was growing more quiet and strange as they stayed put so he was looking to continue their journey and see this whole thing through to the end.

"We should keep moving." He said as an agreement with the others of the group. However before he spoke one more word a large thud came from the top of the stairs and in response he spun in place to draw his blade, pointing its tip directly up the ascending steps. Another thud followed that one and soon another, as if the sound of heavy and labored foot steps were issuing down towards them. "Ready yourselves..." He said sternly as he pulled back on the heel of his foot.

The state of the room overtook them.

No sound aside from the heavy steps that moved slowly down towards them, only to be broken by a long breath once in a while. Then what was coming came to light in the rooms dim flames.

The group could clearly see that it was one of the missing miners, but that was the furthest from that realization that one could make. Though he had been stripped like the other before and only his underclothes remained leaving not a scrap of armor. What was now apparent was that something vastly horrid was happening to him.

His skin and body were warped by some malign intrusion into his body, causing his skin to pale and darken. Along with small protrusions to force from sections as well. It was an inky black slime that protruded from him and disfigured his form, causing his left arm to draw up like a malformed limb and the other was overgrown as it was black oozing webs and spines. His face was partially effected as well with one eye shut from the swelling of its frame and the other a bulbous yellow glow that sat on a black pit. All of this came from a easily discernible source as the slime oozed from a slit in his chest, much like the wound on the corpse before.

He waddled down the stairs slowly as his heavy body followed along and it was because that only one side of his body seemed to work correctly. Whatever was in him now did not seem to agree with its new home and as he spotted them his posture changed. Hurrying down the stairs to reach them and pulling back his massive arm to swing. With one long motion it made an attempt to attack and Dravon only had to step back two feet for him to miss, this caused him to fall off the stairs and land where Dravon once was.

Dravon looked on as the creature laid there for a moment. "What a wretched creature.."
It began to raise itself slowly being held down by its own increased mass, but eventually it got back to its feet and even then it seemed that it was taking time to register what had just happened. Dravon thrust forward with his sword planting the blade deep in its chest, but it swung once again in an attempt to hit him cause Dravon to release his blade as he ducked.

Once again the creature fell, backwards this time on the stairs and again laid there for the moment.

"I must say I am quite speechless now." He said as they all stood there with his blade completely piercing it through to the other side, this did not seem to bother it in the least.

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The heavy sound of a footstep above her caused Keyra to turn sharply, her golden eyes narrowing as the pupil enlarged to enhance her vision. She slowly took a step back to join with Dravon who had gotten to his feet after speaking. He felt that something was seriously amiss about their situation and the Val had to agree. With the sounds of something coming down the stairwell, she was sure they were going to find out exactly just how wrong the entire quest was.

Her breath sucked in sharply as she laid eyes upon the monstrosity that came their way. Slowly it ambled, the man's body clearly not what it once was. It was no longer human in any sense of the word. The skin was turning a pitch black color, oozing and webbing all cross the flesh. The wound in its upper body seemed to pulse with the infection, stemming it outwards throughout its hosts' body. Keyra gripped her weapon tightly as freed it from it's sheath quickly.

The moment the thing spotted them, it clambered down the rest of the steps in a hurry and made to swing at Dravon. Keyra stepped backwards as well as it's large deformed arm came almost full circle. The attack threw it off balance and their leader easily avoided the messy attack. Keyra watched it carefully, noting that it was definitely mindless and off balanced. Slowly it got back up and turned to face Dravon once again who promptly shoved his blade through it's chest, once again knocking it off its feet.

It lay on the stairs on its back and for a moment Keyra thought that the ordeal was over. However, she was very wrong as the creature then moved and started back up again. This time, the Val took a turn. Hefting up her blade, her wings spread, lightening her weight. Taking a few steps back, she then propelled herself forward with a single pump of her wings. Pivoting on her foot, she allowed the blade's heavy weight to increase the force of the hit she was about to deal. She came full circle, tilting her wings to help with the movement. Her weapon slammed into the monsters abdomen, going fairly deep in the squishy tissue.

The thing hadn't a chance to recover from Dravon's hit once it was on it's feet and so she was not hindered in the attack. Knocking it backwards once again, she pulled back as it fell off her blade. Eyeing it carefully, Keyra wondered briefly if she'd killed it with such a wound, so deep and wide in it's stomach. Her answer came soon enough as it twitched again and began to stand once more. Keyra ground her teeth, making a sound of annoyance as she quickly stepped backwards and tried again.

This time, she lunged at the wall, leaping off of it to gain height. Her body twisted around as she came back down towards the thing. Her aim was for the grotesquely shaped arm that seemed to be the worst part of the creature. Pulling her wings in tight, she fell hard towards the thing. Her weapon, carried by weight and its razor sharp edge, cut deep into the shoulder. Had it still be human she would have severed the arm off completely. Even so, she came very close to doing so.

What stopped her from going all the way through, though, was a sudden spray of black liquid that splattered upwards at her and the ceiling overhead as she was cutting through. Immediately, her wings snapped open, halting her heavy decent and she recoiled, ripping her weapon free and stumbling backwards, sputtering in shock at the strange concoction that sprayed from the creatures arm. For a moment, her heart froze, wondering if she'd swallowed some. However she calmed immediately realizing that her mouth hadn't opened at all and none of it was on her face, though she could feel some on her neck and forearms. With a quick glance down she noted that her armor was spotted with it as well. The Val grimaced as she lifted her eyes back to the stumbling monster.

"It seems that conventional weapons are useless," she muttered. Her gaze flicked over to Elruin, "Perhaps you'd like to try your hand, ash fiend?"

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Enuren said nothing as Dravon made comment of the krawl’s behaviour. It was odd even she found it so and she knew nothing of the things. Anything that would attack like that, so forcefully and with organization had to be smart and they didn’t seem such on a first glance.

She followed along taking up a position behind Keyra and Elruin. She was not as powerful as Keyra and did not have the abilities that Elruin possessed. Her strength lay in her ability with the bow and arrow, her speed and agility. She was almost hampered by the enclosed space though not in the same way the Val was.

The thud had them suddenly all on edge once more. Dravon stated to ready themselves but her bow was already in hand, arrow notched. She would not be able to let it fly with the others in the way but should whatever it was get by them it would find itself faced with her arrow.

The sight before them caused Enuren to swallow back some bile. The thing was once a miner though now it only somewhat resembled the form of what it once was. Slime oozed onto discoloured skin. Enuren didn’t shy away but the thing before her struck a chord of disgust and fear into her. The open wound on its chest, like the other body made her uneasy. Something is hunting them down and doing this to them....

She made herself ready though did not move, first letting Dravon deal with the thing. There was no sense everyone attacking at once. It was one creature and observing while there was not certain danger might prove more useful than rash action. It fell as Dravon easy sidestepped it and then plunged his sword into it as it stood from its prone position.

Enuren frowned at the thing fell backwards, unperturbed by the sword it was skewered on. “Curious....”

She stayed at the ready though gave Keyra a wide berth. Enuren watched as the Val spread her wings and then launched herself forward to attack. Her movements were almost a dance as she swung the great blade.

The thing fell from the blow only to begin to stand again. Keyra attacked again and Enuren wondered what was allowing the creature to continue. Surely there was magic involved. She had seen many things but to take sword hits as this thing had surely anything natural would have died by now.

Keyra’s blow landed deep in the thing’s shoulder. Black liquid shot from the wound. Enuren flinched as Keyra was sprayed with it. It left black splatter all over her chest and neck.

Magic to fight magic...

Enuren watched as Elruin wasted no time in taking the creature down. She lowered her bow and put it back over her shoulder, placing the arrow back in its home. Her eyes drifted to the remains and she was glad she did not breathe, thus saving her the possible smell that it might give off.

Her attention went to Keyra as Elruin stated that she might wish to clean up. Enuren removed one of the sashes at her waist and handed it to Keyra. “Here, best to clean it before it dries.”

“Have any of you seen anything like this before?” She looked about at the group.

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The group watched as the mass of the creature turned into a turgid gel and along with Dragons sword most of its weight fell free.

Yet even though it still was in no means of being alive, there was still movement.
The gel was convulsing and writhing as there was at least on solid mass still left in the creatures being and it pulsed slowly forward. This revealed something to them as it did this, there was one solid form still left in its body and that was a strange yellowed organ that now urged the remaining portion on. It was like the remnants of a heart in shape and size but bulging and yellowed with the same sickening color of a glow to it.

It was largely unharmed by Elruin's attack save for a shunted gap at one of its corners and this brought a realization to Dravon as he watched on. "For whatever reason it seems this thing doesn't want to stay down."

"But..."
Retrieving his sword from the stone floor he gives the small organ a quick deep jab and it shrieks as if a lobster being boiled alive. Shortly after a small bout of convulsion the gel stops moving and the glowing heart quickly dries and crumbles under its own weight, causing the rest of the mass to do the same.

"I believe we now see the seat of its power.. and the crux of its life."

The puddle now resembled a dark long dry mud hole.

He retook his sword and wiped the blade clean with the edge of his tunic.
Not long after everyone had the chance to take in their new found knowledge and breath shots sounded deeper into the temple. Dravon lifted his head to look up the stairs and there he stood, several shots rang out into echos from the stonework walls. He slides his sword back into its scabbard letting the hilt click against the rim.

"Get ready.. there are bound to be more of them further in." Cautiously but quickly he starts to run up the darkened staircase.

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At Dravon's word in response to the unknown sound which had echoed from upstairs Sevral immediately fell into a ready-draw stance, his left foot circling back to place his right side forward. Quickly his left hand held firm the saya at his side, just beneath the steel mouth guard. Using his thumb he pressed against the guard of the sword itself, releasing only the blade collar from its sheath, allowing, if necessary, the rest of the weapon a smooth draw. The man gripped the hilt of his sword, waiting, his index finger tracing idly the pegs beneath the delicately braided fabric, then watched with a mixture of morbid curiosity and complete and entire disgust, the tainted abomination of a miner come hobbling down the steps. The swordsman cocked his head to one side, unsure if he were perceiving the situation correctly, his brows furrowing into a deep, apprehensive frown. Sevral's gaze drifted momentarily to his comrades, then back to the warped malformation, the creature walking with an uneven, waddling gait, one side appearing to be more capable in basic motor functions than the other.

No time was wasted in engaging this inhuman monstrosity, and Sevral watched in mild astonishment the creature's awkward slash at Dravon, the retaliation, and the lack of effect it had as the creature refuted all probability. Aside from the grotesque discoloration, heinously misshapen form, and the fact that it seemed to be leaking its own repulsive effluence, it appeared as though it maintained an irrefutable tenacity to live and continue on fighting. Sevral was enthralled entirely at the creature who, even after being thrown down twice and impaled through by Dravon's sword stood again.

"I must say I am quite speechless now."

Sevral raised an eyebrow at the statement, both because he had no proper response either, and because he, despite the situation, still found the time to locate the irony in the Captain's words. "So it would seem," the man replied under his breath, mostly apathetically and yet almost sarcastically. Luckily for Sevral, his good humor belied the initial words themselves. That and he doubted anyone heard him.

Keyra took center stage next in dancing with this abomination, and Sevral marveled at the grace and beauty of her combat style. Even restricted within this room, her wings fluttered brilliantly after her lithe form which was governed by an unrivaled elegance, flowing masterfully through each stance from start to finish, to recovery and repetition, like a poet reciting prose. Despite the exhilarating display, however, it was to no avail as her final strike merited a rather adverse conclusion. Sevral himself winced inwardly as Keyra's blade penetrated deep into the creature's dermis, only to be drawn away again as the wielder retreated under a shower of .. well, Sevral couldn't say, but he was sure it was vile.

"It seems that conventional weapons are useless," said the Vall, "Perhaps you'd like to try your hand, ash fiend?"

The man glanced over Keyra quickly, uncertain of the affects of the substance should it infect a perfectly health person, or Vall, then adjusted his gaze towards Elruin. It was near this point that Sevral had allowed himself to move back, not in cowardice, but rather because he, as Keyra just stated, realized that all weapons present, save for magic, seem to have little to no effect beyond stuttering the erratic crusade of the creature. Additionally, Sevral preferred to observe, as well as having needed to stay out of the way of Keyra's previous attacks. Looking to Enuren, the man could tell that she seemed to have the same idea as him, though he wagered also that she also saw the lack of potential with her bow within such close proximity. Perhaps the first shot would be guaranteed accurate and powerful, but there was no room otherwise for a volley.

Elruin seemed far too pleased in the fact that his abilities were of a greater caliber than the others and thus were required as the only other viable solution. Sevral watched the Ash Fiend raise his arms, mouthing some silent incantation before discharging a tremendous bolt of electricity.

“You may want to clean yourself later.”

Sevral cocked his head, bringing his chin up and frowning at the man's words, sensing the harsh scrutiny against the Vall, though he understood the suspicion and was conscious of any unnatural effects Keyra may exhibit. The man sighed as Enuren moved to aid Keyra, handing the Vall her own sash with which to clean herself.

Though it did substantially more damage, in fact reducing the creature to a mere puddle, Sevral, as he came up next to Dravon to investigate, saw that it was indeed still moving. Or at least attempting to. The now amorphous blob of gel continued to pulse and ooze, and only stopped after Dravon had managed to find the source. Sevral stared down, perplexed at the little pulsing organ, then blinked stoically as Dravon impaled it, finally ceasing the creature's restlessness with a harsh squeal.

"I believe we now see the seat of its power.. and the crux of its life."

Sevral nodded dumbly his acquiescence, still mostly speechless in regards to the now crusted remains of the creature. The man pressed in his sword, replacing it fully into the sheath before kneeling next to the mass, finally relinquishing his grip on his weapon. After a short few moments of silent head tilting, the swordsman merely stood, finding nothing of spectacular importance worth noting. With his boot he pressed on the dried heap, feeling it crumble slightly. Sevral was still frowning thoughtfully, curious of whether or not it had merely fried under Elruin's attack, or if it were merely a pile of jelly within the man which flowed to move it, as well as what had caused it in the first place. Necromancy? It was quite certainly some inhumane magic. The man huffed disgustedly, then sighed. He had many questions, but no doubt his own were within the minds of his companions, and so to voice them would be redundant as he doubted they could even be answered at this point.

Shrugging inwardly he turned to Keyra, inspected her again and biting his tongue as if undecided on something. Part of him wanted to be amused at how the entire debacle had turned out, finding humor in the Keyra's now comical appearance, while the other part remained silent and indiscernible. Raising an eyebrow, he merely smiled. The man moved to speak, but found that he suddenly wasn't sure what to say. He knew wanted to say something, though he didn't know why, but simply lost all ability. His eyes flicked momentarily to Enuren, then to Keyra. Finally a chorus of shouts from up the stairs rerouted his attention, saving him after only a second of having stood there with his mouth open and no words to deliver.

"Get ready.." said Dravon, "there are bound to be more of them further in."

Sevral turned crisply on his heels, unsure why he was so thankful to a deity he'd never acknowledged until now, then moved his hands as he had previously, readying his sword for a fight, though it was his right sword this time, figuring it would be a little more useful. Silently he fell into step behind Dravon and began his ascension, his eyes wary.

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“You may want to clean yourself later.” Elruin said coldly, his voice and his gaze showing the Val his intention clearly.

At first she was was angered by it, defensive even. However, as she thought about it, his obligation would have been the right choice. Should she have fallen to whatever poison was coursing through the human moments before, she wouldn't have hesitated if it were anyone else. Certainly she wouldn't have wanted them to hesitate if it were her as well.

“Here, best to clean it before it dries.” Enuren said, handing her a long piece of cloth.

Keyra took it in hand and began wiping away the gore that had splattered along her golden chest piece and neck. It was slimy and warm even through the cloth and her lips pulled into a deep frown as she grimaced. At least I did not swallow any she thought to herself as she listened to the rest of the conversation around her.

“Have any of you seen anything like this before?”

"Nothing like this," Keyra answered, her voice soft as she eyed the mess that littered the floor.

"For whatever reason it seems this thing doesn't want to stay down."

"But..." Dravon drove his blade down into the pulsing mass that seemed to be it's heart. Keyra cringed just a bit as she watched. It seemed that the damned thing was very determined to live. It had been pulsing and bubbling as they'd been talking. The Val shifted her body a bit as she lifted up her weapon and ran the dirtied cloth down it's length to clean it.

"I believe we now see the seat of its power.. and the crux of its life."

"Interesting," Keyra muttered as she eyed the now still puddle.

Dravon sheathed his sword just as she finished cleaning herself off. Almost immediately after a shot rang out from above them, somewhere else in the castle like ruins. Keyra dropped the cloth, sure that Enuren wouldn't want it back as it was ruined now. Having been in the middle of re-sheathing her sword, she withdrew it again and prepared herself for more fighting. She hoped that they wouldn't have to fight more of the creatures they'd just finally managed to kill.

"Get ready.. there are bound to be more of them further in."

Keyra nodded briefly as she followed after the others, Sevral just ahead of her as they bounded up the stairwell into a darker hallway. As they made the landing, she looked around briefly, keeping an eye out for anything else abnormal that may be near. Her wings fluttered a bit as she moved swiftly to stand on Sevral's right side. She glanced at him briefly, before looking down the dimly lit hall. A couple of torches were the only thing that gave light to the darkness.

It was eerily silent from the last gun shot that had echoed throughout the complex. Slowly, Keyra moved down the hall with them, her fingers tightly gripping the handle of her blade, "What do you propose, Dravon," she asked softly, "This place is very large. I doubt we will find the soldiers in time should they be facing the same thing we just did."

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Keyra looked a little angry clearly she didn’t like what he was implying but he had difficulty reading determining her emotions. Enuren handed Keyra something to clean herself with when Dravon almost casually remarked "For whatever reason it seems this thing doesn't want to stay down." Elruin’s eyes narrowd when he looked at the thing he had just killed slowly creeping forwards. The pure defiance it showed angered him, Dravon stabbed the thing through what had to be its real body just before Elruin would have fired a kinetic pulse strong enough to break a tree in half. The Ash fiend crossed his arms and starred at the bubbling pool of black goo. He walked towards the vile substance bending his forwards to take a closer look at the enigma. Yellow and probably heart shaped, Elruin wasn’t very familiar with human anatomy but he guessed the yellow organ had to be heart. The color was wrong and the weak glow had to be unnatural almost certainly magical in origin. Elruin reached out with power searching the husk for any information but he was careful not to make any contact still suspicious. He quickly turned towards the stairway when he heard the shot. Strange, one of the missing soldiers was still alive? How had he evaded the undead puss bags until now? Why had he fired his gun just now and not earlier? The idea something was luring them deeper inside the ruin was unsettling perhaps a group of powerful necromancers inhabited the ruin gleeful that so many people came to serve them dead or alive. Elruin looked at the stairway and the challenge it posed. He silently listened to Keyra "What do you propose, Dravon," the vall asked Dravon "This place is very large. I doubt we will find the soldiers in time should they be facing the same thing we just did." He doubted Dravon would have an answer he only knew that the live of one soldier was insignificant.

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She nodded as Keyra stated she had not seen anything like this before. Enuren was glad to know that she was not the only one trying to process the creature that had attacked them and its lack of succumbing to weapons.

Eyes turned to Dravon. Enuren couldn’t help but grimace in disgust as Dravon stabbed the ‘thing’ on the floor.

“Seat of power indeed...” She shook her head a little, sending her long white hair swinging.

Her eyes snapped up as Dravon commented about more of them. Their leader took off in a run up the stairs.

Enuren gave Keyra one last look as the woman cleaned herself. “I do not think it has done anything of permanence to you. I cannot imagine it was the most enjoyable experience however.” She looked to Elruin. “I believe he is just being cautious.” She tried to sound diplomatic though it was clear that there was a small amount of tension between Keyra and Elruin.

She looked to the stairs as Sevral followed Dravon. Keyra was swift to follow as well. Elruin moved next and Enuren took up the rear position, her senses alert for sounds of anything that may come up behind them.

The sound, the echoing shot was concerning. It felt as if they were being led into a trap. Enuren couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, of being lured to her death. She kept her concerns to herself however.

The statement was a valid one, the place was large and unless they were able to move quickly and in multiple directions there was no way that they would be able to save anyone. Though to separate meant certain death, surely.

Like the others she looked to Dravon for their next step in this journey.

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Draven lead his group up the slanted stairway, its form and lean both jilted by some past action. But as the light at the top comes into closer view he can find himself feeling less interested for that fact of the matter. More shots sounds as several groans follow suit, like a low tone of thunder that accompanied lightning. Only to have the sound cascade further to a deeper section of the forgotten temples alcoves.

As they break the doors arch most of them find their eyes bombarded by the strangely well lite sight before them. A massive gathering all with columns lined neatly and flamed pots hanging from each one. This sight was removed when the familiar black spray of another creatures vitals flies into view, that too followed with a echoing blast of a rifle. Dravon himself hitting a column in the hall while waving for the others to do the same and looking around the corner. Several of the guards had gathered on a set of short stairs that gave them a height advantage over the room. Some of them were reloading and tending to each others wounds while three kept their eyes set on the room. It was at that moment Dravon felt the urge to duck as a shot ran across his space, nearly grazing his face in the process.

Two other shots follow before there is a brief enough pause in the loud pangs of gunfire for them to hear his calls. "Hold your fire..." The guards take a small moment to rise from their sites and peer over as Dravon looks back around the stone. Montague pokes his face around the side of a barrel to call back. "Ahoy.." He gets the others to drop their weapons and stand to, taking a few steps down the stairs. "Its good to see you alive.. and the others?"

For that answer Dravon just points over his shoulder and motions to the others to come out.

Montague waves over to the group "Get over here and get ready, we lost a few down the other passage but there were too many to fight so openly. All of the missing miners.. they've changed." Dravon is quick to wave him off.

"We've seen.. its not something that I would like to try." He looks up at the room and takes in the site of it all. A masterfully built structure, but it would appear the years have not been kind. The ceiling is cracked down the center frame and leaving small gaps in the stonework as small strands of sand pour in from time to time. At some point the room was immaculate, but at one time a large chunk of rock fell into the room and collapsed most of the doorway that the legion guards now sat in front of. Its force caused the who seam of the room to snap down the middle and that explained the shape it was in now.

At the other end of the room there was a massive door that for all purposes looked too heavy and solid to be moved by normal means. The thought of excaping that way made Dravon remember what happened to the bridge and he knew that their way out would have to be through some other exit.

Dravon approached the guards as the others moved out into the room and at that moment the sound of a heavy slam came from the door opposite of their entrance. It seems that the one's the legion troops lost had just managed to catch up but the heavy door was helping to hold. But that did not stop the monstrosities on the other side from slamming away at its frame in attempts to break it. Noticing that the guardsmen were short on numbers Dravon called out "Captain.. a gun if you please." His call was met with a long rifle tossed to his hand and he quickly shouldered the weapon. He took a moment to slide its bayonet forward and return to the others. "Stairs.. now."

Another slam followed as he was telling them to move causing several of the doors bolts to fly loose. The heavy metallic handle jumping off the frame and sliding half way across the cold stone floor before Dravon could turn.

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Enuren followed. She didn’t like to be this on edge but this place seemed to hold secrets behind every corner. As they entered the new room she blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden burst of light. She did not have long to adjust as a shot rang out and Dravon was waving her and the other to take cover.

She pressed her body against a pillar, thankful for her slight frame. She waited there until Dravon waved them out. Enuren was glad to see others had made it. She lowered her bow and stepped out from her hiding place.
The woman brushed her hair from her face. Dravon was moving to talk to the captain when the sound of something hitting the door caused her to turn in alarm. Her eyes sought the source,finding the door as it shook in its frame. Whatever it was wanted in and wasn’t going to stop.

”Stairs now.”

Enuren bolted to the stairs at Dravon command. Behind them whatever wanted in had succeeded. She didn’t turn at the sound of the explosion. She only hoped it was one of her allies and not the thing that had forced its way into the room.

“Dravon! What is the plan? Do we attack or flee?”

She reached for her bow once more, ready should the call be for an attack.

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She came around the corner only to have a sharp sound stop her just in time. Turning her enormous weapon, the blade covered her entire left side from shoulder to thigh. Nothing hit though as the bullet that had been fired missed it's target completely, whatever that was to begin with. Relaxing her body, she soon heard Dravon addressing the group of soldiers that they had lost moments ago. Lowering the weapon, she peered out at them from around the corner where they were huddled.

It wasn't long before the conversation was interrupted by the sounds of something large and rather dangerous slamming into a locked door just beyond the soldiers. Keyra tensed again. The Val could almost feel the darkness that was the enemy spreading from underneath the doors small crack. Her gaze flicked over to Dravon, the golden color nearly blocked out by her pupils.

Dravon called for a gun which was handed over to him by one of the soldiers. Then he turned, ordering them down the stairs again just as the bolts and handle of the metal door flew off. Keyra did shift her weapon this time, small clangs echoing off her blade as the screws and bolts hit the large weapon. The only one that didn't immediately turn to go to the stairs was the ash fiend, whom Keyra glowered at then. Did he honestly intend to stand there and take on whatever planned to come though those doors?

"Elruin, let's go," she called, hovering near the stairwell where Enuren had already gone down with Dravon. She jerked her head towards the stairwell as she beckoned for him. The door, as she already knew, did not last much longer, and soon flew apart. The same creature like monstrosities ambled forth from it's dark depths, aiming towards the remaining soldiers and her and the ash fiend. Grinding her teeth, she opened her wings to their fullest lightening her weight.

They were going to have to fight back to the stairwell, there was no helping it. Too close to be able to leave, and Elruin was too far from her to attempt waiting for. The Val pumped her wings twice, then lunged forward. Her blade came up, turned sideways so that the razor edge was facing outwards to her left. Plunging the weapon deep in the being's chest, she ripped it out via the creatures ribs. Tearing through the muscle and bone there, she cleaved it nearly in two, with the exception of not going through the other side.

Whirling around, she attempted the same feat with the next one, only to have to backpedal as the strange horror swung its irregularly large arm at her. They were sluggish and their bodies deformed in such ways as to hinder their movements, but that didn't make them any less dangerous. Quickly back stepping, Keyra slashed her weapon upwards, cutting off the deformed hand at the end of the elongated arm. The same dark liquid that had assaulted her earlier sprayed forth, but this time she was prepared for it. Using her weapon as a shield she blocked the majority of the blood.

"Head for the stairs," she urged the taller man.

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Just as Dravon manages to get his foot up on the top of the steps he hears the door splinter again, but this time swing wide as well. He pulls up the rifle with three other of the guards as well, all aiming down at the encroaching forms pouring into the hall. He slides a finger up on on the trigger as he can here several others behind him, setting to reloading another barrage of weaponry and he speaks. "Aim for the chest.. around the central wound." Speaking from what he had seen, it was the only place in them to store the large pulsing organ that controls them.
"Kill what you can Enuren.. aim well and thin their numbers."

Elruin himself is doing what he can to deal with those on his flanks, but his waste of damaging them does little to impede their pursuit and he is forced to retreat back down the stairs from where the group came. Just as the mass of bodies continues to pour in it is easy to see that whatever afflicts them causes a multitude of transformations. Some with silhouettes that nearly matched the first they encountered, but others had more diverse looks of repulsion that made them move either slower, or even quicker as some could demonstrate. As they began to bully one another for access to Elruin; Dravon could feel himself shout as the guard captain joined him with another rifle. "FIRE!!!"

A cacophony of rapid rounds shatter the low silence of the hall, easily drowning out the rasped moans and groaning noises of the intruding bodies. The rounds were partially successful as a few did fall, while only one or two were able to stand once again. The others convulsed as it seemed something was erupting inside them and the convulsions ended just as quickly as they started. They're dark eyes draining of what little life remained.
Dravon and the Guards were quick to pace as he switched hands with the weapon and lay it over his left shoulder, only for a hand to take it, while placing a new rifle stock on his right shoulder. This was a practiced military technique as old as the brass legion itself; they fought as mechanically as the nature of Creeds was itself. Another salvo of shots fired out, filling the room with loud bangs, puffs of smoke, and the smell of magnesium drifting in the airs still current. The attack was impressive to say the least and while it did curb their numbers in the room, more of them were trying to force themselves in through the narrow hallway shattered door.

Dravon could find himself thinking that the amount of bodies was more then the guard captain had told them, because now there were over twenty of them forcing past one another coming towards the groups position. The line fires another barrage before they switch out weapons again, his skin burned lightly as he touched the barrel to hand it off to the soldier behind him and to his dismay one of the other soldiers weapons jammed three rounds ago. His shoulder had begun to burn as well, seeing as it had been some years since he needed to use such a weapon and the fact he lacked the Legions armor which was made help resist such a large caliber weapon.

Two rounds later the creatures had ceased to enter the room now and they had given up on chasing Elruin all together, seeing as the noise coming from the back of the room was far more attention grabbing. However they stilled numbered high; Dravon would count off heads as he looked through the clearing smoke and to his dismay there were still too many. Several sets of deadened eyes loomed back at him and the group, only stopping to react from being short or falling over those that never stood to continue on. He felt a rifle land on his now sore shoulder as well as a hand on his left and he turned to see a pair of lips mouth something too him. Though thanks to the gunfire it was not possible to hear if they did say something.

"Last round..."

He felt his eyes wince for a moment as that caught his attention and he looked back into the room before them to see the approaching mob. He looked back only to see that three of the wounded soldiers were clearing the rubble caused by one of the tremors, it seemed that there was a passage going into the back of the structure. Returning his eyes just to see an assailant right at the tip of his barrel and managed to pull the trigger, even if he didn't kill that one it seemed to not have taken the impact well, sending several of the others falling back along with it. He placed a hand over his shoulder and shouted. "Spear!!!"

Though he was left waiting for several seconds, one of the few spears in the group was handed into his possession and for the moment he had to think there was a feel of relief that it was a cool touch and not the rough heated metal of another gun.
Dravon swung the weapon wide and hard, scattering them with a well placed strike, disrupting them as well as he could.

"Finish them now!!!.." He shouted over the crowd, letting the weapon do its job. He would lunge forward and pierce one, only to draw back and do so again. Even with their numbers he was doing an admirable job of playing keep away, buying the others time to do their duties and fight. He finally could not allow them to get closer so he did only what he could.

Dravon held the spear wide and rushed the group, ducking several arms as he moved, letting the spear catch a wide birth of the group. They proved not only to be slow and rather dimwitted, but now he could tell how physically stout their bodies were as it was rather difficult to push the group back onto itself. In moments though he was joined by the Captain and two other soldiers. The lined with him and began to shove back the crowd. More of them joined and continued to help fight the group back, stabbing with spears and slashing with their swords into the blackened mass of monsters only for Dravon's command to ring out. "Break!!!.."
He gave a large heave and sent several flying back into the group, as well did the other soldiers do their part. He pulled his sword then, seeing as the spear was lost to him now for some reason that he did not catch. Only to see a body in the back stand up with the it firmly lodged in its chest. They broke the creatures formation scattering them around the room and while the numbers were not a good match. It was still better then dealing with a massive wall of bodies.

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Her blade came up, swinging around full circle as it went through another creatures arm. Her body had given her blade the momentum needed and each swing continued into the next. Keyra's entire frame moved with her blade. She was, essentially, one with the weapon. The Val's wings tilted every so often to change her direction or to help with executing one of the moves that she fell into.

Coming back around on a full pivot on one foot, she dropped low to avoid the swing of yet another massive arm and lunged forward, hardly stopping at all. She ran her blade through it completely and withdrew with a hard pump of her wings. Unfortunately she's missed it's heart, having dropped down low before lunging at it. Keyra had been so caught up in the fight that she hardly noticed that she'd been left behind by Elruin.

Twisting around for a brief moment, she noted that he'd moved back to the stairs. As she was about to follow him back, she felt a strange pull all around her body. The magic wrapped around her entire lithe frame and she was suddenly dropped right next to the stairwell with him. Unused to such methods, the Val's heart pumped hard as she gasped from the rather sudden relocation.

“You should have ignored me, Val.”

Glancing up at him, she frowned, "Get used to it, Ash Fiend," she responded heavily, eyes narrowed as she watched him. Though for a brief moment she almost regretted her decision of helping him to retreat. Shrugging it off, she watched in awe as Dravon then executed a mass barrage of gun fire and spears into the advancing group of enemies. It was seemingly working rather well, but Keyra was unsure as to how long they would last.

Even so, she was glad to be out of the line of fire. Had Elruin not brought her back as he did, she was sure to have ruined their plan of scattering the large group. Now it looked far easier to deal with than it had a moment before. Keyra waited though as she was behind the firing line. The Val's fingers tightened around the hilt of her large weapon, wings twitching ever so slightly as she watched the fight with dilated eyes.

The moment Dravon drew his sword from it's sheath, Keyra knew they were finishing this fight. The group of soldiers opened up for her and she burst forward once again. Her wings brought her up to the first unfortunate creature rather quickly. Raising up her weapon, she crouched down before she leapt up off the ground, gaining height as her wings helped with the leap. Shoving her blade forth, it went straight through the things chest and into what could have been considered the heart. Together, they tumbled down to the floor.

Standing up, she wrenched her sword free and turned to the next one.

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Enuren wasted no time as Dravon called out for her to kill what she could. He told her to aim well and she merely smiled to herself. Her aim would never be in question.

Her bow was raised and she let fly arrow after arrow. She watched as creature after creature fell, an arrow buried in their chest. Her eyes focused on each chest as if she could see the pulsating thing inside and knew where to hit.

Around her there was noise, things died, guns went off and yells of battle rang clear. None of this phased Enuren. Dravon told her to thin their numbers and that was what she would do. The rifles sounded like thunder and only at the call of fire had she paused in her shooting.

Enuren stood tall, her hair seeming to blow in an invisible wind as she fired. She was calm, the air around her still.

The things kept coming. She found herself pondering the possibility that they might never stop. That they might be overrun by these things and that this was their fate. The thought didn’t bother her though nor did it give her pause. Her bow twanged over and over again as the creatures fell to the ground.

Dravon and others were wielding spears. Enruen picked off those they drove back giving everyone more space. They pushed the things back and she carefully aimed for those that look ready to rush. Each arrow soared, each thing fell.

She could see the Val in the fight, great wings moving as she cut down the creatures. The Ash Fiend had taken out a sword as well and he was cutting off limbs and keeping the enemy at bay as well.

Amber eyes surveyed the scene. They were outnumbered and limited by each other when it came to space. For everyone that fell two climbed over it to get at their foe.

“There are too many Dravon. We need a plan to get out of here...” Despite her words Enuren kept firing.

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Dravon was now beginning to feel a slight pang of exhaustion in his gut, as he kept swinging and jabbing with his blade, but more came through the opening. At this point he had already lost count of the monstrosities that the lot of them killed. Ducking another rigid arm swing he took a roll and positioned himself across from Elruin, driving his blade deep through the back of a creature being cut. The monster fell from the combine onslaught and failed to rise after.

He shouted out over the crowed looking for the guard captain.
"Montague.. We need that exit now." Turns out the men that had been working behind the firing line, managed to clear a space big enough for them to pass, even if there was just room for one. Montague was waving over to Dravon and the others as he moved back up the small incline of steps towards the back of the room and began to usher his people through, save for the ones fighting on the floor.

"Head for the passage Elruin and be ready to shut it as well." He gave a mighty thrust with his sword and impaled another on of the monsters, not caring to kill now, but to incapacitate. He wrenched the blade out from the side, spilling the contents of its body in the process. Only to back away with the others in behind him and making sure that not a single one of the blighted creatures made it past.

He was joined by the Captain and one of his own soldiers; they held the base of the steps with longer reach then their adversaries. Its obvious they were buy the most time as they could, even as more bodies shambled from the open doorway.

One of the Creatures gave a heavy swing with its gnarled arm, only to barely graze Dravon's head, splitting the skin above his eye. He retaliated by giving a flourish or strikes, splitting its chest and severing the arms. As that one fell a familiar presence stepped forward. The same one he had pierced earlier was now stomping towards him with the spear poking from its sternum, bobbing every time it took another step. Dravon grabbed the spears shaft as soon as it came into reach and shoved, giving the creature pause to stop. He moved his hand up to the metal stretching out into its point and Dravon's body visually tensed.

The dim lighting of the room was taken over then, as Dravon was now emitting his own. The crystal ridges on his flesh poured beams of sapphire light as there was a bright glow emanating from his chest. So bright was this shine that it looked like a storm was brewing in his chest and the shadow of his bones could be seen through his tunic. He gave another shove and as the creature lurched back an arch of lightning streaked through the spear, causing its body to convulse and spasm as its body became electrified.

Then as quickly as it happened, the light died and vanished as he withdrew the spear from the now smoldering husk of the creature. Only to keep in time with the others in slaying their quarries, so the others could escape.