Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-32663439-20141030070342

As both Arthur and Qa'do attacked him at once, Vorwith was only barely dodging their attacks. They seemed to be capable of not interferign with the other's strikes. Arthur's blade almost cut off a lock of hair. Qa'do and Arthur were forcing Vorwith back slowly. Suddenly, a stalhrim blade impaled Vorwith from behind. Tate leaned over to his ear, and whispered "The blade finds its mark." Vorwith looked at Tate, and then to Qa'do and Arthur. He had been tricked. He forgot about Tate, and he must have owken up at last. "Damned...fools! You can't kill me! A mere blade could not kill one such as myself!" Vorwith sputtered. While what he said was true, the paralysis enchantment wouldn't let him regenerate. That was about the only effect paralysis had on him. He turned to mist and reformed on the balcony above. "You win this time, but soon the day will come when all of you will grant me your power!" He could have killed the three with ease, but Tate was guarding Arthur, and Qa'do and Tate were needed for the ritual. He turned and disappeared. "Come on," Tate said. "We've had our fill of adventure for today. Let's go." He sluggishly moved towards the exit. Whatever Vorwith had done had made him very weak.