[i][h3]The Vale[/h3][b]The Town,[/b]
[b]Currently[/b][/I]

With all the noise they drummed up, it was no surprise they conjured a stampede of the armed shadows. Like a tide, they washed in and over the heroes, clattering the entire way as though they were armored in chain and steel despite the utterly unremarkable qualities they seemed to have. As with the lesser shadows they had seen, these soldiering sorts were quite swift albeit probably none too resilient if history was any indication. This accounted for, their advantage of numbers had to be managed lest they get the better of the group as they did in one case; the elven abjurer got more than he bargained for as one of the shadows rushed right past him and cut back in from behind. Still a bit dazed from such an unexpected maneuver, one swiped at Haemar with a pitch sword and would have surely cut if it were not for the oddities of this place.

Thea however, faired better for as a gaggle of the black soldiers rushed her, she had enough time to narrowly draw up her sword and fight them off - rather by chance than pure skill. The whole line had erupted into chaos as the swaying black figures even bumped into one another, lashed out mindlessly, and even went about taking swipes at the cat upon the roof. Now, Katia was in no danger, being out of the attacker's reach, but that never stopped one who furiously leapt up and attacked, time and time again. Of course, this was before the purple wizard appeared again and returned the favor.

Running back out of the lane he disappeared down earlier, he set his tiny hands alight with silvery glitter and sparks, some of which bounced across the ground and all of which fizzled wildly in sound. Before his robed person, he evolved his gesturing and muttering until his hands now shown more bright, speaking aloud after to his newfound friends.

"Nah-uh! No way am I letting them get the best of you! Time to even the odds!" His cheery, albeit determined voice came as he cocked back an arm and then hurled a speeding magic dart from his finger as if he had thrown it, [i]"Take this!"[/i]

[i]"And this!"[/i], two shadows beside the young wayward paladin vanished into a puff of black smoke and dispersed when they were struck. Except for the third, who was hit by the glittering bolt only to have it explode into a fountain of plinking sparks and crackling, seemingly uninhibited by the attack it received. Blinking a few times, the gnome's smug expression of confidence in his magic temporarily vanished, and he hastily added a bit more comment before adjusting the brim of his large, unruly purple hat.

"Uh... th- that was supposed to have worked! Never mind! Hit that one!"

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The [i]Shadow Soldier[/i] in front of Thea rushes forward and swings with its sword wildly, only narrowly missing, as does the one directly north of her. A different soldier rushes in at Haemar and attacks, successfully doing so. Haemar suffers 6 slashing damage from the short dark blade.

The purple gnome casts a spell, finishing off two of the [i]Shadow Soldiers[/i] that Wick had weakened and doing piddling damage to the last.

[b]Score[/b]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1P4Z7HimuU]Countdown[/url]

[b]Map[/b]
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