Zavien's courage did not go unnoticed by Hadama, though the demigod was rather distracted at the moment. He tensed the muscles in his neck, already resisting the pull of the tendrils, and the Dragoon's steadying hand was a welcome anchor to assist in the effort. Unfortunately his sword wasn't long enough to reach the heart of the corrupted Moss patch. Not unless he was willing to venture out into it directly, at least! He still did damage, however, his magic sword burning and searing at the false foliage with dreadful effect.
But not killing it.
That took Maea's bloody hand to do the deed. The Ancient's power welled up with her blood, lashing out at the weakened Voidquicksand Moss and severing its ties to the living world completely. Her power was unavoidable and the tainted creature blackened and with a final lashing of tendrils it went limp and lifeless, loosing Hadama at last.
While it fell into its death throes, the Tidebreaker pushed back against the violet darkness with the light within him, drawing on the moon to summon his healing mist in a thirty foot radius around him. It settled on the Moss, clinging and glimmering as it seemed to bind the Void creature's movements, making it easier prey for Zavien and Maea to finish off. It brought some comfort to the purple-black bands of corruption on his skin where the tendrils had wrapped around his limbs and throat, and it washed over Maea to wipe away the wound she had given herself for his sake.
He coughed to clear his throat and pushed himself back to his feet, stepping unsteadily away from the now-truly-dead patch of blackened leaves. He reached up to massage his throat lightly, his gaze a little glassy in the dappled shadows of the hedge that rustled uneasily around them. After a few moments he gathered his wits enough to nod to both of his friends with gratitude and reassurance, giving himself a moment to recover his voice before he tried to speak. "Quick thinking," he offered first in praise. "Thank you."
For once he leaned on his trident not just for balance but for true support. His physical wounds were not terrible compared to what he had fought through in the past, but there was a weakness within him where a shadow still lay upon his spirit that was not so easily banished by magical healing. It lingered in his eyes, deepening his weariness, but there was a glint of steel beneath it all as he looked deeper into the maze.
"I will need to rest. But if you are willing, I would appreciate your help to finish clearing the Gambit afterwards. The Moss should have kept other large predators down, at least." Indeed, a few more patches of Cursed Daisies would be all they would find if they continued, and they had already proven to be more than a match for the Void's floral contingent in King's End.
Last round before they fade to black on the rest of the day.
Bring it on home, voidhunters!
Zavien hits!
Void Moss misses Zavien!
Maea hits!
Void Moss misses Hadama!
Hadama heals!
Cursed Daisies: 0/150
Voidquicksand Moss: 0/220
Hadama: 625/800
Maea: 279/279
Zavien: 156/156
But not killing it.
That took Maea's bloody hand to do the deed. The Ancient's power welled up with her blood, lashing out at the weakened Voidquicksand Moss and severing its ties to the living world completely. Her power was unavoidable and the tainted creature blackened and with a final lashing of tendrils it went limp and lifeless, loosing Hadama at last.
While it fell into its death throes, the Tidebreaker pushed back against the violet darkness with the light within him, drawing on the moon to summon his healing mist in a thirty foot radius around him. It settled on the Moss, clinging and glimmering as it seemed to bind the Void creature's movements, making it easier prey for Zavien and Maea to finish off. It brought some comfort to the purple-black bands of corruption on his skin where the tendrils had wrapped around his limbs and throat, and it washed over Maea to wipe away the wound she had given herself for his sake.
He coughed to clear his throat and pushed himself back to his feet, stepping unsteadily away from the now-truly-dead patch of blackened leaves. He reached up to massage his throat lightly, his gaze a little glassy in the dappled shadows of the hedge that rustled uneasily around them. After a few moments he gathered his wits enough to nod to both of his friends with gratitude and reassurance, giving himself a moment to recover his voice before he tried to speak. "Quick thinking," he offered first in praise. "Thank you."
For once he leaned on his trident not just for balance but for true support. His physical wounds were not terrible compared to what he had fought through in the past, but there was a weakness within him where a shadow still lay upon his spirit that was not so easily banished by magical healing. It lingered in his eyes, deepening his weariness, but there was a glint of steel beneath it all as he looked deeper into the maze.
"I will need to rest. But if you are willing, I would appreciate your help to finish clearing the Gambit afterwards. The Moss should have kept other large predators down, at least." Indeed, a few more patches of Cursed Daisies would be all they would find if they continued, and they had already proven to be more than a match for the Void's floral contingent in King's End.
Last round before they fade to black on the rest of the day.
Bring it on home, voidhunters!
Zavien hits!
Void Moss misses Zavien!
Maea hits!
Void Moss misses Hadama!
Hadama heals!
Cursed Daisies: 0/150
Voidquicksand Moss: 0/220
Hadama: 625/800
Maea: 279/279
Zavien: 156/156
