Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

Vice says to Armat, "Thank you sir, I did not, in fact, have the situation handled."

Quickly scanning the room, 37 settles on a warforged towards the back of the group as the smell of ozone permeates the air and the node on his chest crackles before lightning arcs towards his target.

Slow on the reactions, Shek moves to L10 smashing at Warforged as she moves. She has marked him as her favored foe. She almost trips and her strike goes wild as she navigates through the room.

Vice, feeling the pain, remembers why he doesn't rush into battles. Hanging back by the fallen captain, he hurls Wrath at one of the soldiers (#1) "Sorry for the abrupt change in entertainment folks! Looks like the show will be over sooner than expected." He says to the patrons. Then follows with another attack, throwing Pride at the same soldier

Peldan's keen perception didn't miss a beat as he witnessed SheK's valiant but unsuccessful attempts to overcome the warforged adversary before her. With the leader of the band already incapacitated by Vice's precise strikes, Peldan swiftly recalibrated his aim, redirecting his eldritch blast towards the warforged who stood defiantly in front of SheK.

Gathering his arcane power once more, Peldan channeled the energy within him, feeling it surge through his veins like a torrent of raw magic. With a focused determination, he unleashed the eldritch blast, a searing beam of otherworldly force that streaked through the air, aimed directly at the warforged's vulnerable form.

With the distraction caused by the metal crab, Kleber takes the opportunity to fire at the injured warforged that Buff is fighting with.

"Talk less and stab more Vice!" He says before lunging back at his initial opponent.

Buff repeatedly throw his Handaxe and crab try to finish him off sending pure energy from his just adjusted claw

Ser Armat's choler was up, and he advanced mercilessly upon the Blades, his anger rising and memories of war inflaming his mind.
"DIE ABOMINATION!"

Noticing Armat's fury towards the Warforged, 37 draws his focus back to his own Warforged as he lets loose with another blast of electricity.

"We cannot subjugate others as we were subjugated, or we are every bit as bad as those who controlled us. If this God disagrees, then I rebuke him."

37's voice has an odd mix of melancholy and resoluteness as he meets the opposing Warforged's gaze.

With SheK's target dead, she turns and closes on the last remaining Warforged 4. She slams it with her warhammer.

37 watches as the Warforged falls, and after a moment that feels like it stretches for eternity, he wordlessly slips outside to stand in the night air.

Peldan looked to Fauntleroy to ensure that he was okay, and returned the smile his good friend had offered him. He was also glad to see that none of the patrons had been seriously injured. He would ensure that those that had been hurt were compensated with much to drink or some coin should they prefer.

As Peldan assessed the situation, he couldn't help but feel the twinge of pain from the javelin wound that had pierced his side earlier. Determined not to let his injury hinder his actions, he swiftly devised a plan to descend from the rafters without appearing vulnerable or in need of assistance. Focusing his arcane abilities, Peldan cast a spell that enveloped him in a shimmering aura of magic.

In a daring display of agility, Peldan gracefully suspended himself upside down along the rafter, defying gravity with the aid of his magical prowess., suspended upside down along the rafter, his limbs gracefully positioned as if he were a spider clinging to its web. Though a sharp pang of pain shot through his side, he remained focused, his determination overriding any physical limitations. With careful movements, he maneuvered along the sturdy wooden beam, maintaining his balance and avoiding any potential pitfalls. The patrons below watched in awe as Peldan's acrobatic display unfolded, unaware of the lingering pain that accompanied his every breath.

As he neared one of the central support pillars, Peldan deftly transitioned, his movements fluid and controlled. Like a spider descending its silk thread, he gracefully descended the pillar, his body twisting and turning with ease, his magical suspension guiding his every movement. The onlookers watched in awe as Peldan exhibited a display of acrobatic prowess, his spell-woven web of magic serving as his lifeline.

Finally reaching the ground, Peldan released the spell, the magical aura dissipating around him. He landed softly on his feet, his balance unwavering. He stood tall, despite the persistent ache in his ribs, and swiftly made his way over to where his comrades stood.

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