howareyou wrote:
Ak'kulula glances at Chiemeka at his side.
"Let's drive her back some more. We need to look to our comrades quickly." Together with Chiemeka, Ak'kulula attempts 1 more round of attacks, trying to drive the apparition back further from their comrades. Taking a firm grip on the staff, he steps forward, twirls it in the air, bringing the weapon back, then swinging it in a brutal strike on the rapidly escaping mist.
Staff attack on apparition: 1d20 3 1d6 5 vs Attack 12drb1004 wrote:
Chimeka nods grimly at Ak and lunges forward with his staff.
Attack roll:
20 Chiemeka nods grimly at the mist and then accidentally lunges at Ak with his staffhowareyou wrote:
Ak'kulula glances at Chiemeka at his side.
"Let's drive her back some more. We need to look to our comrades quickly." Together with Chiemeka, Ak'kulula attempts 1 more round of attacks, trying to drive the apparition back further from their comrades. Taking a firm grip on the staff, he steps forward, twirls it in the air, bringing the weapon back, then swinging it in a brutal strike on the rapidly escaping mist.
Staff attack on apparition: 1d20 3 1d6 5 vs Attack 12drb1004 wrote:
Chimeka nods grimly at Ak and lunges forward with his staff.
Attack roll:
20 Chiemeka nods grimly at the mist and then accidentally lunges at Ak with his staffKharille wrote:
Kuublu looks in alarm and perspires heavily....
Chiemeka lunges out with a cross strike towards the mist, but his fervour overbalances him and at the full extension of his strike it raps against the side of Ak'kululas head (
-1 hp).
As his head is ringing the mist rages forward, Ak'kulula suddenly lifts his staff and it drives through the mist, the whirling form stops in the air and begins to coalesce again into the form of the young woman...but this time she reforms around the staff.
The wooden shaft projects through her chest and she slowly slides down it onto her knees until she is kneeling before Ak'kulula. Her eyes are very human once more and light mist drifts away from the wound. She reaches her left hand up to cradle Ak'kululas cheek and brings her lips up to his. The young lad is paralyzed by a number of conflicting feelings and....sensations....
Her cool lips press against his and grow warm for the barest of moments, " Thankyou."....and her form drifts away to nothing and the staff clatters to the floor.