[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Michael Bay & Quentin Tarantino Collab.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Ntaj, Ice, Exploding Skellies.[/indent][/center]

Energy escaping. Sheer power crackling from his core which spread to release itself. Arcs of arcana jumping in swirls, twisting like coiled snakes around his arms. His body unleashing burst of a spell miscast all due to a snap in concentration. A simple sneeze to interrupt a moment's focus. And thus the spell is lost. Well, that was rather embarrassing. Not the first time Thomas had botched a spell, and quite possibly not the last. The effects however were, far more liberating than casting as it appears Satilla had enough support, including a rather seasick crocodile. Always support your supports, after all if you fall and die in combat, did you really want to be resurrected as an exploding undead? The consequences at least was only fire smoldering away at his outstretched fingers, hastily retracted and blown out.

Thomas however had no time to look into the possibility of whatever happened afterwards, as the rumbling and other ominous sounds may or may not have had been triggered by Thomas' spellcasting attempts. For it seemed the Skeleton before him had other ideas having swung at Thomas just as the energy escaped. The results? A rather large cut on his right arm, and his robed slashed. An arm can be healed easily by anyone white mage worth their coppers, but a wizards robe? Only the most skilled of tailors could mend it back, let alone a wizard's pride. Still, the spell miscast and now this new gash was not helping Thomas keep his concentration on the strange reactions occurring.

[color=bedded]"Thanks, Ntaj,"[/color] The charging Orc had swiftly dispatched the enemy before him. He did want to comment on the green man's nudity, but it seemed rather inappropriate to tell the emperor of his new clothes right now. Certainly Thomas may have been blushing as Ntaj got close enough to him but the slight discomfort of his arm certainly reminded him this was still a battle, and necromancers do not play fair, fortunately they had their own army of orcs on their side, but it was certainly similar to a historical fiction Master Wolfgang had once mentioned: The Battle of the Five Armies. The Elves, The Humans, The Dwarves, the Orcs, and a misfit band of unlikely heroes. [color=bedded]"No Ntaj there's too many!"[/color]

Oh praise the powers that be, whatever fortune and good luck the naked battle-frenzied orc wore like a sigil over his brow. His misfortune at slipping upon whatever it was his footing caught had just saved him from being like the other orcs not in the party. An dagger-like object thrown at the Skeleton seemed to have done it, causing an explosion and other explosion as another one met its mark. All in all, this whole scene of exploding dead everywhere. At this rate they would all be dead, but to the necromancer the dead only replaced his losses. Fortunately Sana it seemed had taken to singing, magical singing, the bard's art which evoked the mystery of how song and voice and music could summon forth whatever it was at their whim. A wall of ice! How impressive, a killing wall of Koryx! The freezing ground however, slowly would become a problem as Thomas wondered just how long Sana could hold on as all forms of magic had their price.

However the necromancer had other plans it seemed, really wanting to kill everyone or at least seriously prove his superiority over the living. Loud explosions still ringing slightly in his ears as Thomas braced his right arm with his left hand, holding to steady it as he raised his injured arm towards the ice wall. The same spell intent to cast, just beyond the thinning ice wall, to slow down the impact of the skeletons exploding against their barrier. Sana's voice inspiring enough to keep going, it was all up to the range combatants now. Focusing in on a point above them, past the wall, targeting any skeleton which may have remained, ideally in a group within five feet together. It was time to test out a hypothesis, to see if his spells are reacting with forces unseen. If successful, it should block of a section of the wall from being attacked for a minute or so, as anything attempting to leave the field should be rebuked by solar flames, an astral seal to add more light into the darkness.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try and try again...