The Dining Hall
--Alzamus barked his orders, and turned to go, but just as he did, he turned back again, catching a moving shadow out of the corner of his eye…then another.
--“Galod!” Alzamus called out, and immediately, the unpleasant, prematurely gray-haired young man swiveled his crossbow, temporarily ignoring Dujek, who was still bound, but now wriggling around on the floor like a giant green-robed inch-worm. Within a split second his bow was poised to fire at any threat that showed itself.
--For her part, Mazoma, shrieked, not in fear, but in a terrible rage. Candelabra in one hand and suddenly a long curved knife in the other she brazenly ran at Talia, whom the woman had spied throwing some bizarre projectile only a moment earlier. Fury was in the heavy-set woman’s eyes, her white wolf cape, trailing behind her. The &^%$@ had dared to attack Master Alzamus, her true love, Mazoma thought as she charged, and now she would pay for her audacity!
--Another figure, some brain-addled monk, who had been serving trays of bread and onions, tossed his serving dish into the air, screamed once effeminately, and ran from the hall toward the kitchens.
--An arrow, from Aerex’ bow whizzed by Alzamus, striking and shattering against the stone of the opposite wall. A miss, but that fact did little to appease the furious wizard.
--A second later, Alzamus suddenly felt a warm, liquid trickle near his ear. A “Phhssst” sound echoed near him, but he felt no pain. It had happened to quickly. Talia’s steel fan was no direct hit, but it did not stop the deadly projectile from “taking a bit o’ flesh”, in this case, Alzamus left ear, which flew off, landing meekly a few feet from the mage. The fan continued its flight, smashing into the wall in a shower of sparks, and finally dropped behind the dining table.
--Kadarin cast his spell in the chaos. Mouse huddled behind him, unseen, silently mouthing the words of sorcery along with the young mage. Moral support, so to speak.
Still vexed from his misfire, Aerex was deciding between firing again and rushing in, but froze, as he stared at Kadarin. Grayish-black strands of giant spider webs, or at least that’s how they appeared to Aerex, shot outward from Kadarin’s outstretched fingers, eldritch sorcery, the likes of which, neither companion, Aerex or Talia, had seen before from the humble Kadarin. A many-layered mass of strong, sticky strands, burst forth, trapping both the charging Mazoma and the crossbowman, Galod, alike.
Mazoma raged, brandishing her dagger and candelabra, but just then, the candle touched the web enfolding her, and a flame burst forth, dancing along the highly flammable, web strands enveloping her, burning the woman alive in the process. She screamed…and screamed, but still lived.
--Webs covered Dujek as well, and he now appeared as a giant cocoon of some netherworld being
--Alzamus cursed, but managed to side-step the adhesive harbingers of woe, and paused for only a moment, contemplating flight, while managing his inner rage.
The center of the room was now a quagmire of sickly black, spider webs, but soon the strands would all catch fire, and a miniature (disco) inferno would erupt across the chamber, seperating the intruders from the wizard.
Galod managed to fire, as he struggled to escape the clutches of Kadarin’s magic. It was no use.
The crossbow bolt struck Mouse somehow, who was not even in the room, but crouching near the doorway. Alas, such was risk of “adventuring”. The huge bolt went deep into the youth’s stomach, and for a moment he glanced at Kadarin, confusion in his pale, liquid eyes, but then just as quickly collapsed, grasping the bolt in both hands.
<OOC> Alzamus suffered 4 points of damage. His turn. Then I roll initiative. Mazoma is burning alive in web strands, Galod, may soon catch fire too, as well as Dujek, who is rolling around on the floor, still bound and gagged. Galod and Mazoma will NOT be getting an "action" next round. They are somewhat screwed