Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

Kassel drags the partially impaled warforged with him toward Vice and Peldan. A series of runes light up in Kassel’s cloak. A green light flows through the chain. Vice and SheK watch as the halfling disappears from sight.

Kassel seems to be hit by an invisible force, he does not look very good.

With little hope in the matter, wounded SheK rushes (M6) evil undead Kassel "This will be your end Kassel. " Multilingual her can't help it as her voice holds a lot rough Orc'ishness tone in it which she normally avoids. Her black eyes flare up with tint of angry red in them. Fey'ish her can still feel the tingling on her body from her dragonmark hidden where no one can see as she closed in near Vice, but she expected it as it always happens. Lean her still hits very hard for her stature proving really how strong actually is.

And her shadow is right there with her. She retains her composure as she is concentrating on faerie fire and can't use any other of her spells as most require concentration as much as she wants to. Faerie fire is too much needed although some healing is too. After so many battles now, her magic strength becoming stretched. She thinks, 'I really need a break after this.'

She viciously attacks it with her faithful warhammer two-handed. Brave her remains there to hassle the evil one further from doing anything else but paying attention to vicious her instead of misty stepping away doing another hit and run attack as she originally planned or attacking the obelisk. Hopefully giving 37 & Vice a needed break.

The half-orc devastates the skeletal Kassel and the green glow fades as he collapses to the floor. The blue glow of SheK’s fairie fire continues.

All the chains stop moving and also collapse to the floor, freeing 37.

Perhaps it’s now the little gnome notices, Peldan has not reappeared

The lightning crackles through the tiny chamber and into the obelisk. Almost immediately, cracks begin to form.

The gnome’s ring slices through the air as the sickly Vapor trail follows behind it. It hits the side, opening one of the cracks more.

The cacophony of hammer strikes and lightning is near deafening in the small room, yet the obelisk defiantly sits, broken, but standing.

Kassel’s fallen corpse begin to stir.