Battle of Smith's Sorrows, Part Nine
Twenty-Third of the Second Month 294 AC
The Moonchaser fires first, all but one its arcane bolts driven with enough force to shatter, but still glancing off the sky-forged armor. For his part the dead god seems holly untroubled by the shard of hardened steel driven into his shoulder, and with one twist of its whole body, stone and steel made more lithe than mortal flesh could ever be, he flings the hammer towards Tyene, by chance closest of all of you.
Dany is ready, reaching to the edge of her power to conjure a wall of
coruscation colors to shield her. Alas that the chained priests will not see their gods denied. As one they whisper to the wind in parched voices, and the wind still answers them. A seven fold
gust to unmake the orange ward.
The hammer flies true, driven by more than mortal skill into the center of her chest, her silvered armor no match for so terrible a blow. Then, to your horror, you see three more plucked as though from empty air, echoes in time by thunder uttered, by lightning writ. For one terrible moment you see your friend waver in mid-air like a child's kite caught in a gale, streams of crimson already dripping to the ground below. then the healing magic catches hold, a star of gold briefly illuminating the heavens, flesh knitted, bones set.
Tyene takes 132 Damage
Tyene Heals 132 Damage (Contingency Heal)
Yet even as relief floods through you, you know she cannot take another blow as terrible as that.
You have to end it swiftly. Thus from the choking air you raise a
dirge to be the bane of specters, to make the chained ones as flesh for this brief span of moments, then you call once more upon the memory of the Doom that had seen the end of Valyria and of its Fourteen Gods.
The fire readily descends, but somehow in the midst of the blaze the the form of your foe endures unbowed. Cold mockery and white hot fury entwined echo in your thoughts,
"Thinkest thou fire can end me who have grasped the Stars?"
Even as a pair of Heralds descend upon him with fang and claw trying to wrestle him to the ground, Anu-Simung remains unmoved. Though Lya's magic strikes home, a needle of deadly arcane fire that could bore through a fortress wall... it barely seems to chip the idol's knee, and as you watch the wound begins to knit back together through the power that suffuses it.
In a flash the hammer returns to its hand even as you rush close, Amrelath not two wing-lengths behind you. Tyene, seeing her peril flashes away in a ripples of twisted space somewhere among the soldiers below
"I'll cast though an arcane echo, it can't hit me if it can't see me in the crowd," she sends mentally.
Although the words had been for the mind to hear and not the ear, they are almost lost as in one burst of terrible rage He Who Was the Sky Smith shatters both Heralds like impure iron upon the anvil. "Do you seek to mock us with this? Have we not suffered enough?" he roars loud enough to shake the battlefield.
Two Heralds Destroyed
What do you do?
[] Order everyone to spread out at once, as terrible as that hammer is from afar, it is worse still when held in the dead god's hand
[] Order more of the Heralds to attack him, as much as you hate to lose them, it's better that Anu-Simung's wrath be directed at them than you and your companions
[] Write in
OOC: Yes, he literally destroyed two 101 HP constructs in one full attack, would have knocked Tyene out of the sky if not for her contingency and he appears to have Mettle or something like it. Not yet edited.