Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh
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				Title: <strong>Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:30:17</strong>
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				The Swamps of Zangermarsh teem with beautiful flora and fuana and the entire area gleams with a beautiful light which would make the area a prime location for romantics if not for the now constant warfare that takes place here.&nbsp; Most fights are quick and painless leaving no scars on the land or people, but now with the advent of the Naga into the land and Alliance and Horde villages popping up along it's roads, things look bleak for this once beautiful land.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:44:25</strong>
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				Duran's head turned slowly back to his two riding companions as his eyes flittered around the surrounding area.&nbsp; He couldn't help, but sense something was off, or more so than usual in the area.&nbsp; "Something has disturbed the natural balance here even further.&nbsp; I sense something heading our way!"&nbsp; Duran was cut short in his warning by a massive stone striking him and throwing him far of his mount into the murky waters of a nearby lake.&nbsp; Bogbeasts were rising from the depths of the murky waters and attacking the three warriors.&nbsp; Their motives were unknown, but it was likely they saw them as the corrupters of the land and had to be destoried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 12:13:33</strong>
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				"Hyah!" Emrick cried out, leaning back in his saddle and yanking Talia into a tight curve even as Duran's thick body tumbled from his mount.&nbsp; The source of the stone became quickly evident: bog beasts, three of them.&nbsp; The hulking creatures, their bodies made of thick vegetation, mud, and water, lumbered out of the surrounding swamps to the trio's right.&nbsp; The closest one had thrown the rock, and made a beeline for the draenei.&nbsp; A second bog beast, its "shoulders" a matted mass of what appeared to be tangled vines, threw a handful of smaller rocks and pebbles at the travelers.&nbsp; The projectiles were largely inaccurate: one landed a glancing blow on Emrick's thigh, stretching the cloth and bruising the skin underneath.<br><br>The mage had confronted bog beasts before in Zangarmarsh, and he had found that they were quite susceptible to fire, something he had in large quantities.&nbsp; As the foremost bog beast stepped ponderously onto the creaking boardwalk, Emrick muttered a short phrase and hurled a fireball at its small, stumpy head.&nbsp; The spell was simple, and quite weak and hasty by normal mage standards.&nbsp; But it did the trick.<br><br>It's head suddenly alight, the bog beast let out a keening wail, sounding like an entire forest of tree trunks creaking in a gale.&nbsp; It swiped blindly at Talia, who deftly stepped away from its thick arms.&nbsp; This bought Emrick some time.&nbsp; Holding onto his mare's torso with his legs, the mage slitted his eyes and focused his energy.&nbsp; His hands began to smoke, and the air between them took on a shimmering quality.&nbsp; A few seconds later, Emrick unleashed a powerful fire blast: a superheated pocket of air that spread quickly and did significant damage over the bog beast's broad frame.&nbsp; It's vegetation singed and vines growing stiff and inflexible, not to mention its flaming head, the bog beast began to flee.&nbsp; However, it forgot it was standing on an elevated boardwalk, and so tumbled off the side as it turned to run, splashing face down in the shallow marsh.<br><br>Emrick allowed himself a triumphant smile as the motionless beast slowly began to sink into the bog's decaying plant life.&nbsp; The smell of burnt wood filled his nostrils, temporarily overwhelming the stench of the Zangarmarsh.&nbsp; Safe for the moment, the mage looked to the draenei, suddenly remembering that there were two more of the creatures, plus however many might be behind them.&nbsp; His right hand curled into a fiery fist as he prep--<br><br>He was suddenly upside down.&nbsp; And now he was falli--&nbsp; Then he hit the boardwalk, taking the brunt of the blow on his shoulders.&nbsp; Talia had bucked beneath him without warning, flinging Emrick from the saddle.&nbsp; The fall dazed him.&nbsp; He dimly heard the sound of hooves on wood as Talia nimbly pranced about, dodging a <em>fourth</em> bog beast's tree-trunk arms.&nbsp; As his eyes slid to the mist-shrouded canopy of Zangarmarsh, Emrick struggled to remain conscious.&nbsp; He wasn't in pain, but his thoughts ended and began without cohesion, not making sense of the outside world.<br><br>Emrick dimly realized he had stood back up.&nbsp; Eyes unfocused, he reached out for his gun, which was tied to Talia's harness, but his hands came nowhere near her.&nbsp; Barely feeling the blow, he was knocked back down by the fourth bog beast's arm; whether it was an intentional attack, or just a case of him being in the wrong place, he couldn't tell.&nbsp; He was on his back again, though, and this time he decided it would be best to remain there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 09:59:53</strong>
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				They'd been making decent time, upon leaving the trail which let up from Shattrath their speed increased dramatically the hooves of their mounts barely seeming to touch the hard-packed road and flying over the resilient planks which allowed them to navigate the marsh. However upon Duran's cry of warning Mia wheeled in her war horse quickly, luminous eyes scanning the area.&nbsp; Bogbeasts... lovely. She gave a faintly contempteous snort as their rain of small projectiles pinged uselessly off her well crafted armor. Even as she was sliding off her mount and unslinging her mace from it's resting place at her hip her focus was changing, well aware of the fact that she would likely need to heal the others at some point in the fray she steeled herself mentally (concentration aura) her intensity helping her spellcasting companions to keep their wits about them as well. <br><br>She made no attempt to run from the bogbeast which charged her, calmly shifting her wide kite shaped shield from her back and slipping her arm through it's straps the gem in its center flaring for a moment as she infused it with holy energy.&nbsp; The thing had probably intended to bowl her over with its rush, but thusly fortified Mia merely slid backward a few feet as it slammed into her shield the impact seeming to hurt it far more than it did her though for a brief moment she felt her right arm go numb from the force of its blow.&nbsp; Though the intense glow her of her shield dimmed slightly after the beast's charge she still stool tall, an otherwordly glow seemed to flare around her rebounding off the high polish of her armor making her a clear and rather threatening target to the creatures which rose up from the marsh around them.<br><br>Instead of striking at the monster before her she quickly took stock of her companions and their positions, letting out a deep breath as she deliberately tried to mingle her life energy with theirs willing to take a portion of the pain this combat would potentially cause them upon herself (divine sacrifice).&nbsp; Though she could not see him she was certain the warlock yet lived, his kind seemed able to exist under water better than most; still she did not know how many beasts might yet lurk under the murky surface.&nbsp; Emrick seemed to be holding his own well enough, quickly dispatching one of the creatures and she allowed herself to relax slightly even as&nbsp; a second bog monster lumbered toward her. <br><br>She took yet another heavy blow upon her shield, getting grip satisfaction out of the thing's howl of frustration and pain as a jolt of holy energy once more arched through it, and well pleased with the progress of the battle she allowed herself to go on the offensive, the heavy head of her mace arching out to meet the newcommer.&nbsp; Metal thudded against wood and it sustained very little damage from the impact, but through the silvered weapon she once more channeled divine energy which managed to knock it back a step and give her some breathing room.&nbsp; She should have been keeping better track of her companions.&nbsp; Feeling an echo of the blow that Emrick took as he fell from his horse her eyes darted that way just in time to see him take yet another hit from a heavy limb, her body jolting at the impact as well.<br><br>With a soft snarl she dropped her guard for a moment to the creatures infront of her and lifting her mace up she made a quick hurling motion toward the bogbeast which threatened the mage.&nbsp; Though her weapon remained in her hand a shimmering replica arched through the air, hitting the thing with a bright flash which left it momentarily stunned and which would hopefully give him the opportunity to regain his feet and once more enter the fray.&nbsp; But the action was not without cost.&nbsp; Although her shield managed to deflect one of the attacks leveled at her a sharp blow landed against her unprotected side.&nbsp; She could feel ribs cracking even as she was knocked back a few feet a soft snarl coming from low in her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>The fray well and truly joined she shifted tactics now.&nbsp; Though she was in no danger of falling she knew she could not continue to take such a beating and still serve her companions. redirecting the holy energy she'd been channeling into her mace to mending her ribs, she short sweeps of the weapon which she directed at her foes doing little damage but keeping them distracted and on edge for the time being. <em>"Emrick?... on a scale of one to ten how are you doing over there?"</em> With the two hulking things in front of her she could no longer see the mage though her voice rang out to him clearly. Ironically here in the midst of combat her tone held more warmth, and indeed humor than in all their previous dealings.&nbsp; &nbsp;As for Duran? Though his death would not sadden her she hoped that he his own battle was leaning in his favor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 21:43:47</strong>
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				Duran's eyes glew with the blood red heat of the bloodrage as it descended upon him.&nbsp; In one swift motion, he rose from the depths of the mud he had been flung into and immediately began a chant.&nbsp; Dark magic began to filter in from all directions as a chain of dark bolts formed around him and he launched them hard into the bog beasts whom had surrounded his party.&nbsp; His aim was precise and deadly accurate puncturing holes through the beasts as they flailed wildly at the new source of pain.&nbsp; Duran had no intention of letting any of them escape especially the one that had smashed his head open with the boulder that now laid by his side.<br><br>"Infernal beasts of nature.&nbsp; We are of no threat to you, but I shall see to it that we are now."&nbsp; The warlock's anger had peeked do to the rage that flowed through his blood causing him to charge madly into battle and jump back onto the bridge where his companions were already in the fray.&nbsp; His blade drawn, he slashed at one of the beasts as they charged him; a clean cut into it's body left his blade stuck there, but the orc merely smirked as his freehand submerged itself into the hole that had been craved.&nbsp; He appeared to be in danger for a moment, but closer inspection showed the bog beasts body slowly cracking and turning brown until it shattered under the warlock's grasp which held a large ball of fire in the center.&nbsp; Tossing the fireball toward the nearest bog beast, he moved his back against the Draeni paladin's and held his blade at the ready for any other attackers.<br><br>"I'd say we're doing well enough now, but I suppose you'd rather talk to your mage friend. Not that I'd blame you after that little display of bloodrage."&nbsp; The warlock said casually coming down from his rage as he looked about him in a calmer manner.&nbsp; His body set on edge as he saw more beasts coming from the edge of the swamp, hurtling toward them in a frenzy almost as if they had been possessed by some foul spirit to kill them.&nbsp; <br><br>"We've got bigger problems right now."&nbsp; He said pointing his finger toward the onslaught that was heading their way and slowly began channeling for a firestorm at their edge.<br><br>"Can you hold them off while I prepare this?"&nbsp; He asked quickly as two bog beasts crashed through the bridge from the mushrooms above them and began to assualt Emerick aimming to tear his head clean from his body with tree branches they were using as mock swords.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:28:42</strong>
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				Emrick shook his head, feeling the rough planks grab at his hair.&nbsp; His mind cleared of the fog, thanks to the paladin's aura, though he didn't know its source yet.<br><br>But now he could think straight.&nbsp; The mage didn't question the sudden change, but instead climbed to his feet.&nbsp; His legs were unsteady, and his head pounded with a fierce headache as he eyed the carnage.<br><br><em>"Emrick?... on a scale of one to ten how are you doing over there?"</em><br><br>He turned to the voice, and saw the draenei fending off a couple of bog beasts.&nbsp; There were bits and pieces of rotting vegetation smeared on her shield and scattered on the surrounding planks; she seemed to be doing fine.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Talia was doing her best to keep the bog beast that had knocked Emrick down busy; that had to be taken care of first.&nbsp; His gun had been thrown off his mare earlier, and he now slung it over his shoulder.<br><br>Emrick's mental acuity was rapidly returning, and his soul swelled with confidence at the sight of the armored paladin's attacks [Heroic Presence].&nbsp; Smiling grimly at his newfound strength, Emrick called upon a spell he rarely used.&nbsp; It was a summoning ritual, used to call a thrall of Ragnaros away from the Firelands and bind him to the Azerothian dimension.&nbsp; Or Draenish, as the case may be.<br><br>Ancient words tumbled out of his mouth.&nbsp; The language of Titans, long since edited and warped by mortal minds, still held power over the elements.&nbsp; It was a crude way to summon them; they were never happy, but as long as Emrick remained in control, they were powerless.<br><br>The bog beast finally scored a hit on the horse: the blunt end of its right fist caught the mare on the side of her ribcage, not doing much damage, but throwing off her balance.&nbsp; Talia's back legs jittered on the boardwalk, then slipped off the edge.&nbsp; She was stuck in the mud, immobile and helpless.&nbsp; Fortunately, Emrick had just finished the ritual.<br><br>Suddenly, a living flame erupted out of the fabric of existence.&nbsp; The air rippled around it, and the boardwalk beneath it burst into flame in a cloud of smoke and steam.&nbsp; It writhed and fluttered like an actual fire, but it quickly took on a definite shape: thick, broad torso with flames for muscles, and long trunk-like arms that were encircled with bands of molten metal.&nbsp; Heat radiated off it, so much that Emrick was forced to take a step back.&nbsp; The fire elemental peered at him, it's two eyes of liquid iron inspecting the human.&nbsp; To his credit, the mage didn't flinch at all.&nbsp; He met its gaze, then pointed at the bog beast.<br><br>Emrick was still smiling as the elemental turned on the bog beast - which was prepared to crush Talia's head - and smiled even broader when the mass of vegetation and mud burst into a cloud of steam and flame.&nbsp; The bog creature didn't even have time to scream as the boardwalk beneath it buckled from the intense heat, and the blazing mass dropped into the water beneath.&nbsp; The cloud of steam that erupted from the bog was explosive.&nbsp; The fire elemental made a sound like burning wood popping: laughter.<br><br>"I'd say about eleven right now!" Emrick shouted back at the draenei, even as Duran made a comeback.&nbsp; He couldn't ignore the stab of disappointment - and guilt - that shot through him when the warlock destroyed a bog beast from the inside out.&nbsp; The mage had to admire the orc's stamina, though.&nbsp; He would not have gotten back up after such a blow.<br><br>He waved the fire elemental to the side.&nbsp; It complied, searing a path of blackened wood across the boardwalk so that Emrick could pass by.&nbsp; Talia had climbed back up onto the boardwalk by now, and proceeded to gallop directly away from the fight, pausing at a safe distance to see if her master would follow.&nbsp; Emrick did not, instead moving up to join Duran and the draenei.<br><br>Before he could make it to their company, twin bog beasts dropped down from above.&nbsp; The shock of their weight on the boardwalk knocked Emrick onto his stomach, but his leather vest took the brunt of the blow.&nbsp; He quickly rolled to his side, trying to get an eye on these new attackers.&nbsp; Just as he did so, a branch whipped downwards, some of its twigs cutting gashes on Emrick's hand as he tried to roll away.&nbsp; He gasped in pain and surprise, reflexively holding his hand to his chest as he climbed to his feet.&nbsp; These bog beasts seemed bulkier, and they actually wielded weapons.&nbsp; One of these branches was burning.&nbsp; The bog beast tossed it into the marsh, and it hissed as it hit the water.&nbsp; Since his fire elemental was nowhere to be found, Emrick figured that it had been scattered and banished by a single, strong blow.&nbsp; At least that one was unarmed at the moment.<br><br>The mage scrambled backwards, trying to put distance between him and his assailants.&nbsp; In doing so, he nearly bumped into Duran, and only then noticed that a fresh wave of the creatures was quickly approaching.&nbsp; He tried to fight down the panic, remembering his companions.&nbsp; With them here, this fight wouldn't be so one-sided.<br><br>The two bog beasts that had dropped from above were also the closest.&nbsp; As they hopped over the hole the fire elemental had created, Emrick assessed his mana.&nbsp; His head felt fogged, and it was harder for him to call upon the fire he had used so easily.&nbsp; He needed rest, but his enemies wouldn't wait.&nbsp; The mage did what he could: unslung his shotgun and checked the chamber.<br><br>It was loaded, so he hastily aimed at the bog beasts.&nbsp; Knowing that the paladin was behind him made him confident, and Emrick's shaky grip steadied, taking the time to properly aim instead of firing blindly.&nbsp; He pulled the clockwork trigger.&nbsp; The bang was deafening, and the butt of the gun punched straight into his shoulder.&nbsp; He leveled his weapon, cycled to the next bullet, and fired again before assessing his shots.<br><br>They had both hit, and had blown red-rimmed holes in the left bog beasts body.&nbsp; It seemed irritated at the injuries, but it continued forward nonetheless.&nbsp; Emrick reloaded and kept firing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 21:52:21</strong>
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				Mage friend? Druan's words caused her head to tilt toward him and she started to open her mouth and dispute the observation, the human was barely an acquaintance let alone a friend, but the middle of combat wasn't precisely the best time to debate social semantics.&nbsp; Speaking of Emrick well he seemed ok though she was sad to note that the elemental he'd summoned was already taken down, she had worked with the mages of her own kind often enough to know that such spells were costly and he would not be able to summon another any time soon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though she hated to admit it the warlock's blasts of shadow and fire were severely weakening their advisories and he had destroyed his first target with a brutal efficiency which was impressive, not that she would ever tell him so.&nbsp; Though they had dished out a fair amount of damage to the things the battle was by no means over and she frowned heavily as he pointed out the arrival of yet more adversaries. <br><br>It was habit when confronted by so many enemies, she started to infuse the ground around them with divine energy, however, well aware of Duran's presence at her back she stopped and reversed the flow unsure if the consecrated area would harm him as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't certain she wanted to know what exactly the warlock was preparing, but at his question she merely nodded grimly and took a few steps forward away from him.&nbsp; She could not force the creatures to run away or to stop attacking, but she could compel them to ignore her companions, at least for a few moments and attack only her. For a split second her tall armored body pulsed with an almost blinding brilliant light which seemed to enrage the creatures, and as a group they turned to surround her, for the time being leaving Emrick and Duran alone allowing them to regroup and act freely.&nbsp; Against so many foes she had no hope of blocking or dodging all of their attacks, she could only hope that her companions managed to pull off something extraordinary to end the conflict before she fell under the hard punishing blows of the bog beasts. <br><br>Still taking her down would be no easy feat.&nbsp; Her fingers brushed briefly against the sapphire amulet around her neck activating its latent magical energy which resonated with the gems worked into her armor strengthening the metal and lessening the chance the one of the creature's blows would penetrate to do her critical harm.&nbsp; She didn't even make an attempt to strike them with her hammer, she was far too busy channeling holy energy and trying to dodge their blows.&nbsp; With a grunt of exertion she fell to one knee as her shield took an over head hit from the bog beast in front of her even as she felt one of the new arrivals scored a sharp blow to her right shoulder, crumpling metal and sending it biting into her flesh, dark blue blood quickly welling and running down her arm to drip onto the wooden planks below the thick liquid making her grip on her mace slippery even if she could have lifted that arm to try and strike back.&nbsp; <br><br>With a soft snarl she unleashed a quick burst of energy, the shimmering form of a shield slamming into the enemy before her not only foiling his next blow but knocking him back a step or two to give her some breathing room.&nbsp; Not stopping there the shield rebounded into the next beast, and then the one next to him before dissipating.&nbsp; Though it did not fell any of the creatures the quick spell had served its purpose admirably and Mia regained her feet doing her best to keep the attention of the creatures which surrounded her. <br><br>She was not certain which of the things managed to score the blow to her head, but pain flared through her and she wavered on her feet her vision darkening.&nbsp; A bright sigil flared above her as she once more tapped into the naaru's gift to her people, the first infusion of which helped clear the nausea and disorientation of taking such a heavy blow. <em>"Gentlemen I hate to rush you, but they will break soon..."</em> her voice was strained but clearly audible even over the din of the battle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:32:10</strong>
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				<strong>Emrick Stone: Embroiled in battle with bog beasts</strong><br><br>The mage had enchanted his ammo, imbuing it with the essence of fire.&nbsp; Emrick had initially taken great delight in the fact that his shotgun fired extremely fast, extremely accurate miniature fireballs.<br><br>As he fired his seventh imbued round into the chest of a bog beast, however, he was quickly realizing that his ammunition was nowhere near as powerful as he had initially believed.&nbsp; Sure, it punched red-rimmed holes in their "flesh" the size of his fist, but their bodies were so damp that the small, albeit powerful, heat of the bullets couldn't ignite the creatures.&nbsp; And since they apparently had no organs, the holes were nothing more than an annoyance.<br><br>Nonetheless, Emrick kept firing.&nbsp; He wished he had the time to rejuvenate himself: the massive streams of mana flowing high above Outland weren't just for show, after all.&nbsp; Given time and peace, any mage worth his own could channel energy from the ruptured Twisting Nether.&nbsp; Maybe if they had been in the Netherstorm, then he could have evocated between shots.&nbsp; But here in the Zangarmarsh, it was simply too far away.<br><br>The bog beast pair lumbering towards the trio on the boardwalk suddenly changed direction.&nbsp; They veered to Emrick's left, stomping past him and joining an already sizable mass of vegetation surrounding the draenei.&nbsp; She looked to be expecting it, though, and was poised in a defensive position, her shield and mace at the ready.&nbsp; Suddenly left alone by his enemies, Emrick didn't hesitate to start evocating.<br><br>The young mage slung his shotgun, then hung his head and place his palms to his temples.&nbsp; It somewhat resembled the immature pose used by children who didn't want to hear something, but it was the position that worked best for him.<br><br>Emrick pulled his mind away from the battle, trusting the paladin to keep the bog beasts from turning him into a pulpy smear on the boardwalk.&nbsp; Now unfettered by the distractions of the chaos around him, the mage focused on the raw energy coursing miles above his head, and did his best to establish a connection.&nbsp; Somewhat similar to how paladins and priests acted as a conduit for the Light, Emrick used his conscienceness as a conduit between his body and the Twisting Nether.<br><br>Slowly, revitalizing mana poured into him.&nbsp; It was a trickle at first, but it quickly grew into a torrent.&nbsp; Thirty seconds passed before Emrick cut off the connection, not wanting to overwhelm his frail, mortal mind.&nbsp; Even then, those thirty seconds had made him feel so, <em>so </em>much better.<br><br>He turned to look at the draenei and Duran, his eyes dimly glowing from his fresh infusion of mana.&nbsp; Emrick sized up the scene, and prepared to help as best he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Zangermarsh </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:07:44</strong>
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				Duran's eyes opened from his chanting as he looked around and felt the divine spell pull away from him; he was about to complain about the sudden feeling loss from his body.&nbsp; Holy spells did not harm him unless they were ment to harm, instead they just functioned normally if a bit stunted from the dispute of magic about him.&nbsp; His eyes focused now, the blood rage gone and his mind solely fixed on the spell at hand.&nbsp; Power surged at his finger tips and traveled through his body as the spell finished and he looked down upon his companions who were clinging by tiny threads to their positions.&nbsp; &nbsp;Emrick had traded magic for a shotgun, Duran pondered why but assumed his mana reserves had dwindled down to nothing.<br><br>"Emrick!,&nbsp; Mia!&nbsp; Get to cover!"&nbsp; Duran shouted about above all the mayhem at the crashing of wood and stone and the firing of iron with the clanging of steel against the tough bodies of the bogbeasts.&nbsp; The sky above them grew dark for a moment almost as if indictating rain, then it broke and fireballs began raining down from above striking the bogbeasts hard from every angle and ignating the bastards on fire.&nbsp; Duran coughed for a moment as he hopped down and rushed under the covered of the bridge.&nbsp; He had to paddle to keep himself from sinking into the murky waters, but it was well worth it for the safety it offered.<br><br>He had to commerate the pair after the spell had taken it's course, not many could have with stood such an onslaught for so long, but they had beautifully executed what had been asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though he still pondered Emrick's reasoning behind the shotgun and not a nice little mana potion.&nbsp; Instead he didn't press on about it, he just let his head lean back in the water as he looked up at the bridge which was just beginning to crackle with the first signs of immolation.&nbsp; He sighed, he had hoped one wouldn't strike it, but that couldn't be helped, he'd put out the damn thing once he was sure the bog beasts were gone, though rest did not seem like it would come easily as the beasts stood on the shore flinging stones at their location as hard as they could even as some turned to dust before their eyes.<br><br>"Infernal creatures, what madness has possessed them like this?&nbsp; I could hardly imagine them doing such a thing without some kind of reasoning.&nbsp; Mayhap all this business with the naga has gotten them on edge, ack I 'ope that someone deals with the bastards soon, but you'd need a small army to get through the damn place."&nbsp; Duran said as he poked his head back over the bridge, where a few smoldering Bogbeasts still stood, but could barely move let alone stand against the party.<br><br>"Poor creatures, I pity them...Emrick are you all right and what about you Mia?"<br><br>
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