West Watch Tower
Naraem & Esyllt
Naream cursed, hoping that beheading the succubus would not prove problematic if he decided to experiment his necromancy on a demon corpse, those thoughts vanished as he noticed the giant demon, charging right at him and some of the others in his path. He glanced at the mage who had summoned a golem of some kind. "You, what do you need for a golem to match that demon, quickly!"
Esyllt was surprised by Naream’s sudden question, but instantly understood his intent. “Something heavy for it’s body and a human soul!” She shouted back, although knowing summoning a golem powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with the hooved monstrosity would put her out of a fighting condition. Would it be worth it, she wondered, but if they didn’t stop the demon it would get behind them and everyone would be in a bad position if they were flanked…
When he heard the words human soul he forced the wight to turn around and spread it’s arms, with a grunt Naream reached inside the ribcage and tore out the soulstone of the fallen warrior that gave the wight it’s memories of how to be a warrior. As soon as he did that the wight collapsed, as it only became bones without the stone powering it. He tossed it the golemancer, “Use that!” He growled and then grabbed his amulet and opened the portal, sweat pouring down his forehead and the other wight collapsed as he no longer willed it to life. This time instead of opening the portal to a part of the extra-plana laboratory with wights or other undead already ready he opened it to the ‘waste’ area and out came various bones and skeletons that were not fit to be made into wights or undead beasts, along with corpses stinking of rot and decay. Naream stumbled, unbalanced as his vision blurred, yes, definitely too much magic, he gagged and spit out a pleghm of blood and tried to stumble out of the way. “Use it all!” He managed to shout as he fell to his hands and knees and started crawling out of the way as fast he could, hoping he’d be able to do it before he passed out.
Esyllt caught the stone, and it sent a chill down her spine. She never had been comfortable forging with human lives. The drow necromancer had supplied her with all she needed, but all the magic took it’s toll on Naream. “Leave it to me!” Esyllt assured Naream, hoping that her words would give the drow confidence in their survival. She then stared straight into the soul in her hand, and stretched her other out at the pile of flesh and bone.
“Rise!”
Mana surged from the soul stone through her body, as it’s magic shot through her veins like a burst of adrenaline. Esyllt felt the fallen warrior pass through her, as she channeled it towards her building blocks. The bones twirled into the air and stuck into a pile of meat that shaped into a
horrific undead juggernaut to match the size of the charging demon. Spines wrapped around the meat to keep it in place, ribcases stuck out it’s chest and hands like blades, and skulls fortified it’s weak points.
“And fight!”
Barely to completion, the undead golem dug it’s feet into the ground and prepared to meet the threat it was created to deal with, head-on. It would be a clash of titans, but Esyllt would not be able to see it. Like Naream, she had exhausted her mana. The lack of magic circling through her body made her muscles feel as if they were burning. She would wheeze if she tried to talk, so heavy was her breathing. The golem had better do it’s job, because she and Naream were clearly no longer in fighting shape… Esyllt’s body slowly collapsed towards the ground, unable to keep herself standing.
In one last attempt to contribute to the battle, Esyllt used her telepathy to warn Draza (for some reason, Esyllt didn’t trust she realised this charge was a forebode for two threats who would be coming after her) as well as to rely a message to the rest of the team… As her other golem had not yet been spotted and the hooved demon ran right past it; no longer being a wall between the walking piece of chessboard and Meryl.
“To those with ranged attacks.” Esyllt spoke directly to all their minds,
“Pay attention to the girl, I’ve sent a small golem to hold her down. When it does; you have a clean shot. I plead you make it count. We must end this, the necromancer and I are no longer able to fight.”And with that, Esyllt closed her eyes and lost consciousness. Whether they would win or lose, she wouldn’t be able to see it. Her and Naream’s fates were in the hands of their allies now...
