The Broken Tower - Gameplay

Nathem saw his bow strikes seemed to pass through the creatures without really harming them. Scanning the environment in the flash of combat, he spot an old crumbling stone wall. Whistling quickly to Rurik to call the cat away and free from harm, he called to Vasana, pointing. If you press it there, I'll drop that wall on it... Nathem stowed his bow as he scrambled over the broken rocks to plant a shoulder against the wall. He looked around the ruin waiting for the opportune moment to push.

Vasana nods at Nathem, and will attempt to drive it forward to the the spot he indicated.

Nathem grunted in exertion feeling the solid wall resisting his push,

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Nathem yanked against his chains. The ravager raised his blade, the already broken form of Ferri laying on the ground before him. The fire consuming the surrounding village gleamed off the sword as it moved. As Nathem saw the blade fall he felt his life fall with it. Something broke inside him. A primal scream erupted the man's throat as a strength beyond what he dreamed capable surged through him. As the strain against the bonds increased, Nathem heard a sickening pop as something in his body gave way. The hunter noted the information for the future... Something to be dealt with when his hands held the ravager's head. Nathem tumbled forward in a roll, the chains sliding from his broken limbs. The revenant that was Nathem Son of Nhean leapt onto the man's back as he lifted his sword from the grim deed. Nathem's teeth penetrated the man's neck unleashing a spray of blood and gore that sprayed Ferri's simple brown dress. Nathem kept biting, tearing, gnashing until he realized he was choking on the man's blood. Nathem lifted his head to stare at his daughter. Light had left her eyes, but Nathem saw the look of horror on her face. In shame, Nathem wondered if the horror was aimed at the ravager or his own savagery. Nathem wept as he dragged his broken form across the ground toward Ferri. He could hear the tumult and clamor of the surrounding village dying, but there was an overwhelming press on Nathem's ears. A buzz that could not allow anything else into his grief, his anguish. He lay next to Ferri, weeping bitterly, not noticing the fires burning low. The quiet, the uneasy quiet that hovered around him. He lay until he felt a soft lick against his cheek. The hunter lifted his heavy eyes to see Rurik. The cat had a broken leg and had dragged itself to lay on Ferri's chest. Nathem looked into Rurik's eyes and saw a grief mirroring his own.

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Nathem growled, a primal sound, unnatural and haunting as he heaved against the wall. The balance shifted and the structure collapsed on the animated creature.

Makarios sprints to the scene of the battle, out of breath but determined. He marvels at the collapsed wall and the devastation it wrought on the creature. He kneels at the foot of the beast's shattered remains for a moment, unsure whether to feel saddened by its death or relived to be out of immediate danger. Then, spotting the wounded shaman unfurls his robe in dramatic fashion, revealing several vials and delicately wrapped dried herbs. "Lie still, Kinslayer," he whispers and begins to wave a low, warm melody, eventually closing his eyes and laying hands on his fallen comrade.

Makarios furrows his brow, sensing his his Spirt Magic was ineffective. He pauses for a beat and spreads his robe wide and falls to his knees, palms open and facing toward the sky. His gutteral chanting becomes more fervent as he attempts to embody the holy Lightbringer, Chalana Arroy. Then, feeling the power surge through his limbs, he lays his open palms upon the wounds of Vishi.

Gritting his teeth, the healer begins to sing out loud to the Goddess, asking for her aid.

He sings even louder.