<strong>Name:</strong>Morgul the Necromancer<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midnight, going on morning of the next day.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eldrith / Eldrith, Zachariah, Victoria, Kei, Mizuki, Zam, Ryuuga<br/><br/>It is not long before the reinforcements Ryuuga had wished for moments ago arrive. Even as Morgul reaches the doorway his spirit allies, the battle upstairs won, come flooding out of the ceiling and walls to cut down demons by the dozens with spectral blades and arrows while ghostly mages and clerics cast spells that are all too real. One pauses by Mizuki long enough to jabber something in a language she wouldn't know (it being nearly a 'hundred years old' in game and belonging to a lost civilization) and touching her. The touch would feel like a momentary chill, the spell on the other hand would flood her with a fresh supply of mana, not enough to refill her by any means, but enough for a few more spells.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Morgul steps from the Inn door just as his ghostly comrades begin emerging from the front wall to carry the battle forth. Raising his hands he shouts something that sounds like boulders rolling down a mountain side, and humanoid figures of stone begin to emerge from the ground in various sizes to fight the demonic horde. Striding forward, Warpick flashing back and forth and necromanticly shrouded hand darting out to grab any that stray to close, Karn leaves a trail of broken or withered bodies in his wake. As he walks the cobblestones seem to stick to him, or even leap to him from nearby, so that he's soon encased in an armor of stone... one which continues to grow. By the time he reaches the Balor his stoney form matches it in height. A casual seeming back hand sends Ryuuga flying back from his leap into a tight group of lesser demons, sending them all sprawling, the fact that it also incidentally knocked him out of the way of the Demon Lord's sword would likely have been lost on the berserker, even if he'd been in his right mind. "You go play with the small fry. Leave the big one to<em>me</em>!"<br/><br/>A flaming whip proves a poor weapon to use against someone clad in stone, as Morgul proves by catching it by several of it's many tongues and proceeding to use it to yank the Balor's arm out of the way for his other arm to come in for a giant, stoney, haymaker. Thus does the Goliath Necromancer Earth Mage illustrate why it is wisest to kill an epic level battlemage<em>before</em>you make him angry, rather then to<em>try</em>after he's summoned his own army and turned himself into a juggernaut of war.<br/><br/>On the bright side (or not depending on your preference :D) the stone armor has finally concealed his nakedness.