As one, all nine statues begin to move. They move with both a speed and precision that should really be impossible for something as horribly wounded as they appear to be. They advance from all sides, lances readied. A notable exception is the one in two pieces. This one merely drags itself forward aggressively. The hologram of Enryu chuckles darkly, drawing back her hood to reveal a skull with flames dancing where the eyes might have once been. The fire at the edges of the robe crackles higher, consuming robes, bone, and whatever might have been below. Her voice emanates from the walls, a black humor evident in it.
"I fear, intruders, that this must be a tragic parting. After all, it is the last time anyone will have seen you alive."
Bodayik whirls and points his lance at one of the statues, thoroughly startled. "How can the confounded statues move?"
As one, all nine statues begin to move. They move with both a speed and precision that should really be impossible for something as horribly wounded as they appear to be. They advance from all sides, lances readied. A notable exception is the one in two pieces. This one merely drags itself forward aggressively. The hologram of Enryu chuckles darkly, drawing back her hood to reveal a skull with flames dancing where the eyes might have once been. The fire at the edges of the robe crackles higher, consuming robes, bone, and whatever might have been below. Her voice emanates from the walls, a black humor evident in it.
"I fear, intruders, that this must be a tragic parting. After all, it is the last time anyone will have seen you alive."
Bodayik whirls and points his lance at one of the statues, thoroughly startled. "How can the confounded statues move?"
The lance refuses to penetrate. The statue swings its own lance at Bodayik with enough force to cleave him in half, should it land.
Bodayik rolls under the lance, a triangular bar of metal being shaved from his armor in the process. He runs toward the other door. Slipping in the bones, he hurriedly shovels them aside with solidified Shadow. "Of course they're immune to the thing they're guarding..."
Exposure to the shadow seems to do something strange to the bones. They Crack and crumble, revealing a hint of green floor beneath. A particularly large pile chatters and rumbles, seemingly in response to this. The other door is similarly locked, but rattles a bit, as if not perfectly secured.
Exposure to the shadow seems to do something strange to the bones. They Crack and crumble, revealing a hint of green floor beneath. A particularly large pile chatters and rumbles, seemingly in response to this. The other door is similarly locked, but rattles a bit, as if not perfectly secured.
Stalker gets up and uses Kakama speed to run around and around and around creating a vacuum around the Statues smashing them up against the ceiling.
As Stalker begins to move, a ghostly green flicker suddenly materializes around the heads of the statues. To the untrained observer, it almost looks like a Kakama. Eight of them, excluding the one in two pieces suddenly vanish, to reappear in a tight circle surrounding him. Their lances flicker out, moving far too fast to be dodged, their inherent disruptive properties jamming out his power. He is chopped in to several pieces. Every time he tries to liquefy and reform, they stab again, the disruption scattering the liquid again.
As Stalker begins to move, a ghostly green flicker suddenly materializes around the heads of the statues. To the untrained observer, it almost looks like a Kakama. Eight of them, excluding the one in two pieces suddenly vanish, to reappear in a tight circle surrounding him. Their lances flicker out, moving far too fast to be dodged, their inherent disruptive properties jamming out his power. He is chopped into several pieces. Every time he tries to liquefy and reform, they stab again, the disruption scattering the liquid again.
The bits of liquid metal splatter all over the statues and seeps into all the cracks.
As Stalker begins to move, a ghostly green flicker suddenly materializes around the heads of the statues. To the untrained observer, it almost looks like a Kakama. Eight of them, excluding the one in two pieces suddenly vanish, to reappear in a tight circle surrounding him. Their lances flicker out, moving far too fast to be dodged, their inherent disruptive properties jamming out his power. He is chopped into several pieces. Every time he tries to liquefy and reform, they stab again, the disruption scattering the liquid again.
The bits of liquid metal splatter all over the statues and seeps into all the cracks.
OOC: Since no one replied.....
IC: The metallic liquid covers the statues seeping into every crack and crevice and then turning solid. The effect is not unlike freezing a water in a plastic glass. When the liquid turn solid it expands cracking anywhere where there is a good crevice.
The ghostly green flames surrounding the statues's heads extend downward, slowly forming plated armor. Everywhere it touches, there is a pulse of strange, unidentifiable energy, and the metal is liquid again. Stalker will find that he now has trouble forcing it to move. Lifelessly, it dribbles down the statues, to pool at their feet. They draw back their lances and begin stabbing into it again.
Exposure to the shadow seems to do something strange to the bones. They Crack and crumble, revealing a hint of green floor beneath. A particularly large pile chatters and rumbles, seemingly in response to this. The other door is similarly locked, but rattles a bit, as if not perfectly secured.
Bodayik raises an eyebrow, wondering if the bones and the door are connected. After quickly glancing it over for any keyholes, he hurls a beam of shadow into the large pile.
The pile steams and roils, boiling away into nothing. Below it, the floor is a smooth, green expanse. However, there is a long, curved line. It runs parallel to the wall, with a similar curve. It is likely that it is a ring surrounding the room. Additionally, there are two indentations approximately a foot apart. They are roughly elliptical.
The pile steams and roils, boiling away into nothing. Below it, the floor is a smooth, green expanse. However, there is a long, curved line. It runs parallel to the wall, with a similar curve. It is likely that it is a ring surrounding the room. Additionally, there are two indentations approximately a foot apart. They are roughly elliptical.
Bodayik follows the line curiously and pokes the handle of his lance into one of the holes to see if it can move anything. If nothing happens, he clears more bones to see if there are more holes by the line.
The pile steams and roils, boiling away into nothing. Below it, the floor is a smooth, green expanse. However, there is a long, curved line. It runs parallel to the wall, with a similar curve. It is likely that it is a ring surrounding the room. Additionally, there are two indentations approximately a foot apart. They are roughly elliptical.
Bodayik follows the line curiously and pokes the handle of his lance into one of the holes to see if it can move anything. If nothing happens, he clears more bones to see if there are more holes by the line.
The ghostly green flames surrounding the statues's heads extend downward, slowly forming plated armor. Everywhere it touches, there is a pulse of strange, unidentifiable energy, and the metal is liquid again. Stalker will find that he now has trouble forcing it to move. Lifelessly, it dribbles down the statues, to pool at their feet. They draw back their lances and begin stabbing into it again.