Situation Report Thirty Three

General Summary

My shoulder aches like a bastard, but others of the crew look worse. We retreat to the Palace for a night of rest, although no one feels like eating much. Conversation is muted, the strain of our trials etched deep on every face.
In the morning we venture to the upper class central district of Tarek-Nev. Just inside the area we encounter a handful of demonic children, endlessly repeating childish phrases. There is nothing cute about their teeth and razor sharp claws, however, and we are soon embroiled in combat with the streaky buggers.
Ugnan's trademark flash of light disorientates a few and a few more are struck by shock bolts as Shieldbreaker hisses free from its sheath. Three of the demons are perfectly lined up and I can't resis the chance to make a hard name for myself. I wind my torso back and unleash a whirlwind strike with Shieldbreaker

"Aargh. Bollocks!"

I fall flat on my arse as my knee gives way and the blade whistles harmlessly over their heads. While Ugnan is relieving my stun, I note that the rest of the crew are less incompetent and we are soon making our way around the perimeter of the once-grand residential district once again. Victor stops to investigate am obscene statue of a man with an obviously erect penis. While pulling and pushing the appendage to much jeering from the women in the crew, it snaps off in his hand.

A miraculous change overcomes Victor, as his beard disappears, his torso develops curves and within seconds a female version of the warrior is standing in front of us.

We say nothing as we look on with incredulity, before Sylke breaks the silence with one of her cutting jibes. Victor becomes Victoria and, with a shrug, s/he turns and we continue our exploration.
Not more than forty yards further on we encounter more demonic kids and I charge them, determined this time to get the jump on them. My swing is true and one of their number drops in a spray of gore. However, much to my surprise, there are many more of the creatures than I first saw, and they swarm towards us. Numal has his throat slashed and drops in a gout of arterial blood, four of the beasts pounce on him and begin feasting. Cherry suffers a horrible thigh wound, and suddenly things are looiing mighty grim. I scream to Sylke to blast a few with her shock bolts, but the mysterious mage is calmly throwing the demons around like Sharna on the practice square. What's up with the lass?
I yell a curt command as I barrel into the four demons on Numal, "Ugnan, help Numal. Victoria, get to Sylke." By the luck of Cas I knock all four demons off Numal and provide him a chance.
My steady swings of Shieldbreaker systematically thins out the four foes around me, and a snatched glance around the rest of the melee shows that the rest of the crew are also faring well. It is soon over.
I am shocked to see Numal on his feet, dragging Cherry to Ugnan. With a sick look on the old man's face he casts a final healing spell on Cherry and collapses over her, unconscious. Who would willingly take those life-threatening injuries on? Mad fucker.
We retreat a short distance to a safe-ish house to wait for Ugnan to come round.

Report Date

10 Jan 2020

Primary Location

Aranmor

Secondary Location

Tarek-Nev