Story I: The Rift

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The large wight with the chewed face---currently wrenching the armor on Erran's back---is thrown downward and to the side as a powerful blast strikes him in the neck. He is propelled into the floor a few feet away due to the force of the blast, his skull cracking against the stones before he no longer moves. His body is still, except for the occasional twitch of a finger, until his entire form shudders as a dark wisp extends off of his back...

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"You're all fools! The lot of you!" Pyrrah shouts, yanking back her hand. "Hold this!" She quickly passes off the torch to Ameera next to her and pulls on her bow. "Obviously those not of Sevarra never learned to sharpen their survival skills!" She aims at one of the creatures already engaged by her allies and fires.

Baric's cutting words weave into magic that causes the wisp to cringe, twitch and dim. Eventually it snaps and pops, breaking apart into small motes of light that fade into nothingness. Baric passes it by, hiking up the canted floor to hug the wall.

The wiry wight that is harrying Erran's flank turns to meet Devanis' strikes, but is too late. The shortsword and handaxe both cut deep across its arm and chest, raking flesh and muscle beneath. Just as it turns, Pyrrah's arrow strikes, splitting the creature's forehead as the arrow breaks through its skull with a crrrack! It remains standing, eyes going wild as it lashes out against Devanis with a hand tipped with jagged, yellow nails. He rakes Devanis across the forearm, turning portions of his sleeve to bloody ribbons (Crit; 8 Slashing Damage).

The wisp from the most recently perished wight approaches Erran from behind, wrapping one of its tendrils around his upper arm and sapping his strength. There is little effect other than to cause Erran's arms to buckle and the door to come crashing inward. The wood breaks into splinters on Erran's sword and armor, revealing the foe behind it. Standing tall is a skeleton with cracking bones and long pairs of fangs. Within its sockets are embers burning a fiery orange, and upon its forehead is etched a glowing, purple rune. It is armored in full platemail that is black from the midsection and up, as though covered in ash, while the rest of it looks rather rusted, but silver. He wields a greatsword, broad and straight, with various runes carves into the blood channel in the middle.



The skeletal foe tilts its head down, the angle of its teeth making it appear as though it is smiling from ear-to-ear. It moves the tip of the greatsword forward, drawing the handle back to the side of its head as he levels it parallel to the floor. It is aimed directly at Erran, and the skeleton's armor clinks and shifts as he assumes an aggressive stance.