[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras focused, as things went to hell, on removing the bolt from his arm. It was surprisingly easy, as the bolt's head was smooth. No barbs or hook, thanks be to Elimine. His gambeson had kept him from getting stabbed too deep, so while there was plenty of pain, with the offending foreign object now gone, his arm was easier to move. He drew his sword again and focused on Renata. Wratt was already helping with her four supernatural suitors. Tiras decided to offer his aid as well.

He ran past Renata and attacked one of the remaining three. The squire parried a strike to his teeth, using the overwhelming strength of the blow to power his own. His sword hit the morph's unprotected neck. It got stuck somewhere in the middle, likely the spine, and the squire had to retreat, a rusty sword passing through the space he had just been standing. He had dragged the other one with him.

However old these creatures were, they still appeared young to him. The black mist added to that impression. However, if the creatures of eldritch magic were truly immune to the passage of time, their equipment was not. Tiras blocked a follow-up strike from the rusty blade of the morph on his sword. The rusty blade struck his vambrace, and snapped off at the hilt. The morph looked at this, and Tiras used the distraction to grab the morph's head and rip his sword out, consequently snapping its neck. It dissolved in the same way as the others.

"They keep mentioning a 'Dragon's Gate.' Perhaps we should go there, so we can put a stop to these things?" Tiras suggested.