Turn 7: The Last fight
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 831.M30
As the two combatants stepped back, everyon atched with bated breath. The silence was soon broken by the announcement of the next duel. All eyes turned to Lorgar, who stepped forward with a serene yet determined expression.
"Before we begin, I ask for a moment to pray," Lorgar said, his voice carrying a calm authority.
Settra, the Undying King, regarded Lorgar with a mixture of curiosity. "You have my permission. Take the time you need."
Lorgar nodded gratefully and walked to a quiet corner of the arena. He knelt down, closed his eyes, and began to pray. The air around him seemed to hum with a gentle, soothing energy.
After a few minutes, Lorgar stood up, his eyes shining with an inner light. He turned to face his opponent, Kharatep, a monstrous Tomb Scorpion with gleaming carapace and deadly pincers, its eyes glowing with an ancient malevolence.
"Kharatep," Lorgar called out boldly, "You may freely attack me, for you will not be able to harm me."
All but Settra gasped at Lorgar's audacious challenge. Kharatep's eyes narrowed, its pincers clacking ominously. With a guttural hiss, it surged forward, its massive claws slicing through the air.
Kharatep's first strike was swift and brutal. Its giant pincers came crashing down, aiming to crush Lorgar in a single blow. But Lorgar stood his ground, unmoving. The pincers struck him and bounced off harmlessly.
Frustration evident in its movements, Kharatep reared back and unleashed a volley of stinger attacks, each tipped with deadly venom. The stingers shot through the air like darts, but they too bounced off, shattering into pieces upon impact with Lorgar's body.
Roaring in fury, Kharatep began to chant an ancient incantation. The ground trembled as skeletal hands erupted from beneath the earth, clawing at Lorgar. Yet, as they reached him, they disintegrated into dust, unable to breach his Holy protection.
Kharatep's desperation grew. It summoned spectral scythes that hovered in the air before hurtling towards Lorgar, their edges glinting with dark magic. But the scythes, like all previous attacks, were rendered ineffective, dissipating into wisps of shadow upon contact.
Lorgar watched calmly as Kharatep continued its assault. The Tomb Scorpion's tail whipped around, striking with the force of a battering ram. Each blow was met with the same effect, leaving Kharatep's tail bruised and battered.
Through it all, Lorgar's expression remained serene. "It is not your power that is lacking, Kharatep."
In a final act of desperation, Kharatep channeled all its remaining energy into one last, devastating attack. Its carapace glowed with a sickly green light as it charged forward, intending to impale Lorgar with its massive stinger. The air crackled with dark energy, the ground shaking with the force of its advance.
But as the dust settled, Lorgar stood there, unharmed, a calm and unwavering presence in the midst of chaos. Kharatep's stinger lay shattered at his feet, the dark energy dissipating into the air.
Lorgar looked at the defeated creature with compassion. "Your attacks cannot harm me, Kharatep. This is my faith in humanity."
The massive Tomb Scorpion lay still, its carapace cracked and its Will to fight gone. Yet, Lorgar knew the true enemy was not the construct itself but the Liche Priest animating it from within. His mission was not to destroy, but to cleanse.
Taking a deep breath, Lorgar stepped closer to the inert scorpion. His hand glowed with a soft, golden light as he extended it toward the monstrous form. All watched in hushed silence, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.
"Liche Priest, hear me," Lorgar said calmly, his voice carrying a soothing resonance. "You have bound yourself to this abomination, but I offer you a chance at redemption. Let go of your hatred and embrace the light."
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the scorpion's eyes flickered with a faint blue glow. Lorgar touched the cold, chitinous surface, feeling the dark magic that pulsed beneath. He began to chant a prayer, his words filled with Holy power. The air around him shimmered, and a soft hum filled the arena.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife."
The blue glow in the scorpion's eyes intensified, and the creature shuddered. Lorgar's hand trembled as he poured his faith into the exorcism, but the dark magic resisted. With a sudden, violent jolt, the scorpion broke free from his touch, and Lorgar was thrown back, landing heavily on the ground.
He groaned, feeling the sting of failure. But his resolve remained unshaken. He stood up, brushing the dust from his robes. "Again," he murmured to himself, stepping forward once more.
"Liche Priest, your suffering can end here. You need not continue. Embrace the light and find peace."
This time, he placed both hands on the scorpion's carapace, his golden aura brightening. The scorpion convulsed, its movements erratic and jerky. Lorgar's voice grew louder, more insistent, as he repeated the prayer. The dark energy within the construct fought back, tendrils of shadow wrapping around his arms, trying to pull him away.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife!"
The scorpion's eyes blazed with blue fire, and Lorgar felt a searing pain shoot through his body. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let go, but the dark magic was too strong. With a final, desperate surge, the scorpion flung him aside, and he hit the ground hard, gasping for breath.
Lorgar lay there for a moment, staring up at the sky. The sun's rays felt warm against his face, a stark contrast to the cold, dark magic he had faced. He closed his eyes, summoning the strength he needed for one last attempt.
As he stood up, the crowd began to murmur, uncertainty rippling through them. But Lorgar paid no mind. His focus was solely on the task at hand.
"This time," he whispered, "I will not fail."
He approached the scorpion once more, his steps steady and sure. Placing his hands on the creature, he felt the familiar pulse of dark energy. But this time, he did not flinch. He met the Liche Priest's magic head-on, his faith a shield against the darkness.
"Liche Priest, I offer you mercy. Do not let this darkness consume you. Release this construct and find peace in the light."
The scorpion shuddered violently, the blue fire in its eyes flickering. Lorgar's hands glowed brighter, and he began to chant again. His voice was soft but firm, each word a beacon of Holy power.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife!"
The dark magic fought back, but Lorgar did not relent. He felt the tendrils of shadow trying to pull him away, but he held firm, pouring his faith into the exorcism. The scorpion's convulsions grew more intense, its movements erratic and desperate.
"Liche Priest, you do not have to suffer. Let go of your hatred and embrace the light. Find peace in the afterlife."
With a final, agonizing shudder, the blue fire in the scorpion's eyes began to fade. Lorgar felt the dark magic weakening, its hold on the construct loosening. He continued to chant, his voice unwavering.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife!"
The blue fire flickered once more, then went out. The scorpion lay still, its movements ceasing. Lorgar felt the dark magic dissipate, leaving only a faint, lingering presence. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling.
"It is done," he said softly, stepping back. Lorgar looked at the now lifeless construct, a sense of peace washing over him.
The Liche Priest's soul had been freed, and with it, the construct's power had been broken. Lorgar had succeeded.
Settra, watching from his throne, nodded in approval. "Impressive for one so young. Your faith has truly triumphed."
Lorgar bowed his head in gratitude. The battle had been hard-fought, but in the end, it was not brute strength or destructive power that had won the day. It was faith, compassion, and the unwavering belief in the light that had prevailed.
WHAT HAPPENED:
So what happened? True Faith 10 has the option of turning someone invulnerable to damage if you take no offensive action.
Lorgar used this to Bluff the Tomb Spider into thinking it cannot harm Lorgar and then attempted to Exorcize the Lichen Priest. He failed the first two times but succeeded the third.
CHOICE:
[] Divide and Conquer
The group splits into two teams. One team focuses on engaging and defeating the two Hekatonkhire, while the other team ensures Thalassa safely reaches a strategic location to dream up the terraforming machine.
[] Sequential Approach
The group prioritizes their goals in sequence. They first focus all their efforts on killing the two Hekatonkhire and then, once the threat is neutralized, they collectively assist Thalassa in reaching the ideal location for the terraforming machine.
[] Full Assault with Escort
The entire group engages the Hekatonkhire in a full-force assault. During the chaos of the battle, a few key members focus on protecting and escorting Thalassa to the strategic location needed for the terraforming machine.
As the two combatants stepped back, everyon atched with bated breath. The silence was soon broken by the announcement of the next duel. All eyes turned to Lorgar, who stepped forward with a serene yet determined expression.
"Before we begin, I ask for a moment to pray," Lorgar said, his voice carrying a calm authority.
Settra, the Undying King, regarded Lorgar with a mixture of curiosity. "You have my permission. Take the time you need."
Lorgar nodded gratefully and walked to a quiet corner of the arena. He knelt down, closed his eyes, and began to pray. The air around him seemed to hum with a gentle, soothing energy.
After a few minutes, Lorgar stood up, his eyes shining with an inner light. He turned to face his opponent, Kharatep, a monstrous Tomb Scorpion with gleaming carapace and deadly pincers, its eyes glowing with an ancient malevolence.
"Kharatep," Lorgar called out boldly, "You may freely attack me, for you will not be able to harm me."
All but Settra gasped at Lorgar's audacious challenge. Kharatep's eyes narrowed, its pincers clacking ominously. With a guttural hiss, it surged forward, its massive claws slicing through the air.
Kharatep's first strike was swift and brutal. Its giant pincers came crashing down, aiming to crush Lorgar in a single blow. But Lorgar stood his ground, unmoving. The pincers struck him and bounced off harmlessly.
Frustration evident in its movements, Kharatep reared back and unleashed a volley of stinger attacks, each tipped with deadly venom. The stingers shot through the air like darts, but they too bounced off, shattering into pieces upon impact with Lorgar's body.
Roaring in fury, Kharatep began to chant an ancient incantation. The ground trembled as skeletal hands erupted from beneath the earth, clawing at Lorgar. Yet, as they reached him, they disintegrated into dust, unable to breach his Holy protection.
Kharatep's desperation grew. It summoned spectral scythes that hovered in the air before hurtling towards Lorgar, their edges glinting with dark magic. But the scythes, like all previous attacks, were rendered ineffective, dissipating into wisps of shadow upon contact.
Lorgar watched calmly as Kharatep continued its assault. The Tomb Scorpion's tail whipped around, striking with the force of a battering ram. Each blow was met with the same effect, leaving Kharatep's tail bruised and battered.
Through it all, Lorgar's expression remained serene. "It is not your power that is lacking, Kharatep."
In a final act of desperation, Kharatep channeled all its remaining energy into one last, devastating attack. Its carapace glowed with a sickly green light as it charged forward, intending to impale Lorgar with its massive stinger. The air crackled with dark energy, the ground shaking with the force of its advance.
But as the dust settled, Lorgar stood there, unharmed, a calm and unwavering presence in the midst of chaos. Kharatep's stinger lay shattered at his feet, the dark energy dissipating into the air.
Lorgar looked at the defeated creature with compassion. "Your attacks cannot harm me, Kharatep. This is my faith in humanity."
The massive Tomb Scorpion lay still, its carapace cracked and its Will to fight gone. Yet, Lorgar knew the true enemy was not the construct itself but the Liche Priest animating it from within. His mission was not to destroy, but to cleanse.
Taking a deep breath, Lorgar stepped closer to the inert scorpion. His hand glowed with a soft, golden light as he extended it toward the monstrous form. All watched in hushed silence, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.
"Liche Priest, hear me," Lorgar said calmly, his voice carrying a soothing resonance. "You have bound yourself to this abomination, but I offer you a chance at redemption. Let go of your hatred and embrace the light."
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the scorpion's eyes flickered with a faint blue glow. Lorgar touched the cold, chitinous surface, feeling the dark magic that pulsed beneath. He began to chant a prayer, his words filled with Holy power. The air around him shimmered, and a soft hum filled the arena.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife."
The blue glow in the scorpion's eyes intensified, and the creature shuddered. Lorgar's hand trembled as he poured his faith into the exorcism, but the dark magic resisted. With a sudden, violent jolt, the scorpion broke free from his touch, and Lorgar was thrown back, landing heavily on the ground.
He groaned, feeling the sting of failure. But his resolve remained unshaken. He stood up, brushing the dust from his robes. "Again," he murmured to himself, stepping forward once more.
"Liche Priest, your suffering can end here. You need not continue. Embrace the light and find peace."
This time, he placed both hands on the scorpion's carapace, his golden aura brightening. The scorpion convulsed, its movements erratic and jerky. Lorgar's voice grew louder, more insistent, as he repeated the prayer. The dark energy within the construct fought back, tendrils of shadow wrapping around his arms, trying to pull him away.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife!"
The scorpion's eyes blazed with blue fire, and Lorgar felt a searing pain shoot through his body. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let go, but the dark magic was too strong. With a final, desperate surge, the scorpion flung him aside, and he hit the ground hard, gasping for breath.
Lorgar lay there for a moment, staring up at the sky. The sun's rays felt warm against his face, a stark contrast to the cold, dark magic he had faced. He closed his eyes, summoning the strength he needed for one last attempt.
As he stood up, the crowd began to murmur, uncertainty rippling through them. But Lorgar paid no mind. His focus was solely on the task at hand.
"This time," he whispered, "I will not fail."
He approached the scorpion once more, his steps steady and sure. Placing his hands on the creature, he felt the familiar pulse of dark energy. But this time, he did not flinch. He met the Liche Priest's magic head-on, his faith a shield against the darkness.
"Liche Priest, I offer you mercy. Do not let this darkness consume you. Release this construct and find peace in the light."
The scorpion shuddered violently, the blue fire in its eyes flickering. Lorgar's hands glowed brighter, and he began to chant again. His voice was soft but firm, each word a beacon of Holy power.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife!"
The dark magic fought back, but Lorgar did not relent. He felt the tendrils of shadow trying to pull him away, but he held firm, pouring his faith into the exorcism. The scorpion's convulsions grew more intense, its movements erratic and desperate.
"Liche Priest, you do not have to suffer. Let go of your hatred and embrace the light. Find peace in the afterlife."
With a final, agonizing shudder, the blue fire in the scorpion's eyes began to fade. Lorgar felt the dark magic weakening, its hold on the construct loosening. He continued to chant, his voice unwavering.
"I command you to release this construct and return to the peace of the afterlife!"
The blue fire flickered once more, then went out. The scorpion lay still, its movements ceasing. Lorgar felt the dark magic dissipate, leaving only a faint, lingering presence. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling.
"It is done," he said softly, stepping back. Lorgar looked at the now lifeless construct, a sense of peace washing over him.
The Liche Priest's soul had been freed, and with it, the construct's power had been broken. Lorgar had succeeded.
Settra, watching from his throne, nodded in approval. "Impressive for one so young. Your faith has truly triumphed."
Lorgar bowed his head in gratitude. The battle had been hard-fought, but in the end, it was not brute strength or destructive power that had won the day. It was faith, compassion, and the unwavering belief in the light that had prevailed.
WHAT HAPPENED:
So what happened? True Faith 10 has the option of turning someone invulnerable to damage if you take no offensive action.
Lorgar used this to Bluff the Tomb Spider into thinking it cannot harm Lorgar and then attempted to Exorcize the Lichen Priest. He failed the first two times but succeeded the third.
CHOICE:
[] Divide and Conquer
The group splits into two teams. One team focuses on engaging and defeating the two Hekatonkhire, while the other team ensures Thalassa safely reaches a strategic location to dream up the terraforming machine.
[] Sequential Approach
The group prioritizes their goals in sequence. They first focus all their efforts on killing the two Hekatonkhire and then, once the threat is neutralized, they collectively assist Thalassa in reaching the ideal location for the terraforming machine.
[] Full Assault with Escort
The entire group engages the Hekatonkhire in a full-force assault. During the chaos of the battle, a few key members focus on protecting and escorting Thalassa to the strategic location needed for the terraforming machine.
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