Dust on the Wind
Seventeenth Day of the First Month 293 AC
Even as you utter for the fourth and final time this day the words of power meant to cast your foe to dust, another transformation overtakes him. His stone form begins to
melt, flowing like a wave of living mud over the stones of the broken temple... trying to flee through the cracks in the floor, you realize at once...
A line of blood-red flame drawn from your heart's blood sears into the final stump of his form before it can melt entirely away, but for a moment it seems as though it would not be enough, that the Smith would be able to slide away, then Dany's voice rings out as she ascends on silver wings, a small dissonant note in the threads of time... and only a small pile of dust among which strange trinkets glitter.
You take 1 Charisma damage
Shining bright with the power of new life flowing from your sister's hands also Lya throws herself back from the sight of the blinded servitors. "I don't suppose you can get them... to stop that!" she shouts, her words flowing senselessly into a shout of arcane power that pushes one of the teetering creations of its feet.
Lya heals 33 Damage
As though avenging its fellow the other archer drops its now useless bow and hurls itself at Lya, flying light as a feather in defiance of its massive bulk. One first misses entirely... but the other cracks against her shoulder with a sickening crunch.
Lya takes 23 Damage
Throttling the instinct to lash out at the thing with fang, claw, and flame, you instead dive for the dust pile that had moments ago been the constructs' master and from among them you pull three silver figurines. Holding them together in one fist you command clearly in Low Valyrian: "Hold!"
The two servitors freeze like the statues they so resemble, to your relief.
"Maybe... I should look into... some armor... too," Lya says through clenched teeth as the power bound in her belt mends her wounds as thoroughly as Dany had done earlier, but also more slowly and hence painfully.
Lya heals 23 Damage
Even as she as she gingerly tests her newly-healed arm, she turns to the strange gate, eyes alight with interest. "This does not look like it will endure long, but it does not seem dangerous either. Of all the elements earth is normally the least volatile and I suspect the purpose of this arch was constructive, not destructive. We could just let it decay naturally while we tried to clear our other dangerous foes..."
"But you would much rather stay here and try to tinker with it," you finish with a tired smile. The incomplete gate shines with a great deal of half-shaped potential and if anyone could make something useful out of it. Lya can. On the other hand, if you allow your foes to escape a second time, then they will surely go to ground in some even more distant and difficult to find place.
What do you do?
[] Stay and guard Lya as she tries to make something of the half-complete ritual
[] Continue the assault
-[] Write in plan
[] Write in
OOC: The reason the golems prioritized Lya is because she looked like a spell-caster and thus dangerous. They did not have standing orders for half-dragons.