Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150423082201/@comment-29458028-20150503112936

Arngeir blocked with his sword and leapt backwards, but he was still losing blood from his back wounds, which began to slow him down. The power of the magic was so great, though, that he was still standing. And still a deadly fighter.

Arngeir fired pulses of frost and flame around him, summoning fire wyrms to do his bidding. The blasts of power kept Francois and Eddrick away, and the fire wyrms were annoyingly effective distractions.

"Well, I remember spirits ..." said Anton as he impaled a spirit that came flying at him with a sword. The ghost dissipated.

Vladimir began to feel uncomfortable and said "crap, I feel that thing didn't come alone"

"You are right, Vampire" said Anton, as he cast detect dead. About 40 spirits were converging on them.