Session 62

Frost looked down from the window to see the inix battle platforms lined up in front of the door. Why were they not attacking? Summoning up elemental fire from within him he sends a fire hawk swooping down upon the platforms, stel warriors desperately trying to fend off the spirit
Cyrus lifts from his belt a large round fruit crushing it in his great hand and drinking the sweet juice, smiling slyly. Clutching his chest the smile turns to a bitter sneer as although his wounds seem to visibly heal the poison in his veins counteracts it immediately causing him to waver. Fist to the fort he turns and strides confidently below deck
The elves draw and send another volley into the inix platforms. The animals roar and writhe in pain as their tough hides are riddled with the sawtoothed bone tipped arrows typical of the tribal warriors. Then one of the inix drops to the ground sending the troops on the platform sprawling to be either trampled by the advance or pierced by the rest of the hail of arrows
The brotherhood let out a minor cheer but it is short lived as the stel mercenaries march forward until they are within charging distance

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Session 62

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