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Iator

The mage watched in delight as the Vasqueran and Bliston began to attack the bandits. He hung back behind the flames and began casting spells. His first made several copies of himself placed around the battlefield. It happened to be a good idea because one was almost immediately cut down by a thrown dagger. He cast some other spells towards the Paladin, Vasqueran, and Half-fiend that made them appear to be about two feet away from where they really were to the bandits. He chuckled as the spells made many bandits strike at thin air instead of their targets.

It was then that he noticed the air mage flying over the battlefield with several bandits in tow. He doubted that there would be many others left in the camp, and even if there were, they'd be hard pressed to get them to leave. He drew his staff and stamped it on the ground, speaking in a language of power. At once a bluish crack opened slightly in the earth and moved towards the bandit's camp. Once it reached the opening to the camp, behind the bandits that had come out to attack, it flared outwards on both sides. Behind the crack came a large wall of bluish energy that spread across the entire opening to the camp. The bandits were now stuck in the battlefield with the warriors.

With that done, Iator watched the scene for a bit, wondering what other chaos he could commit.

Jor

With the battle well under way, the dwarf waited until he was needed. As hard as it was for him to ignore the battle cries and screams of pain, he would prefer to stay out of it. It was just too dangerous for him to fight with strangers as his allies. He could easily switch to them if his rage grew. However, when the mage's wall was cast, he knew it was his turn to go out and fight. Pravus had gone down into the camp so he would go to the battlefield.

He charged down into the battle, screaming bloody murder. He caught sight of a bandit who was running away from the fight. He charged up and smacked the bandit's legs with the pole of his axe, tripping him to the ground. Then he brought the Kuld down on the bandit's back.

Jor grinned, his face now covered with fresh blood. He laughed maniacally and charged a couple more bandits daring them to strike at him and maybe even call some friends for help. They'd need it.