Igrest moans lowly at seemingly random intervals, his head bumping listlessly against the muscular Barbarian's back. Despite being clad in his grime- and blood-ridden orange robes, his body shows no sign of being affected by the gnawing cold encompassing his companions and himself.

(OOC: Go team Win! Avenge me... and save me. Please?!  )

"Accursed brutes! Is there no end to the land's depravity?", the sorcerer shrieks as he throws desperately a barrage of two darts at the nearest beastman.

(OOC: Initiative d6 roll: 5.
First attack roll d20: 6
Second attack roll d20: 8
Fighting Ability: 1)

(OOC: I am sorry for the AFK, I was down with the flu and it's the first day I am even remotely functional)

"Kondor, Gundrabu, guide me with your voice! Atlantis' smokes and deceptions will beguile them while you make short work of them!", the Altantean calls out from the north of the chamber where he remains shroude in a 20 x 20 x 20 ft cube of thick, reeking smoke.

(OOC: Init d6 roll = 2)
 

The Atlantean shudders as the ring is fixed on his finger. He lets out a sigh of oddly-sounding relief, given the circumstance. He allows many of his thick, soot-ridden furs to fall on the debris-ridden ground and stretches his arms, his fiery-coloured robes flowing freely around him.

"At long last; I can now work my Art freely, without the constraints and the fetters of cold and ice alike. A lucky find or an omen of a brighter, Helios-blessed future? Only time will tell."

Igrest redoubles his efforts in barricading the entrance as best as he can. He seems to be more sure-footed than before, with a smirk of confidence forming faintly on his patched, decrepit mouth.

"Kondor, Gundrabu, what is the plan to seeing our offenders falter and their lives extinguished?"

"We can't just stay here, sooner or later they will swarm in. Let us barricade the door the best we can; how can one lure them savage Picts in here, froth in their mouth without thinking about their safety or tactics?"

Igrest will try to help barricade the entrance as best as possible and as long as the smoke still remains thick and clinging about.

[Iniative d6 result: 1]

Igrest moans in relief as the healing energies of the Kimmerian's token wash over his wound and offers a pained word of thanks: "A brave deed, Kimmerian.".

He then starts chanting in a strange tongue, grabs some ash from the ground and hurls it towards the sanctuary's entrance from which the arrows keep flying. The incantation finished, he would then seek cover behind the sturdiest pew around him. [Initiative, 1d6 result: 2] [ OOC: Igrest casts Smoke Cloud, centered at the sanctuary's double doorway. Range 60 ft. A 20x20x20 area is filled with dense cloud of smoke. Max range for ranged attacks is now 10 ft, at -4 to hit. Longer ranges are impossible. Melee within the smoke cloud is also at -4 to hit. Player's Manual (PM), p. 173 ]

"Foul curses! We have archers coming from the cemetary!", the sorcerer hisses as he retreats immediately, trying to reach the space behind Kondor the Swordsman.

"Priest, we are under attack! I am hit!", he gasps as an arrow is seen protruding from his torso, blood gushing freely down his dirty, soot-covered furs. Here and there, patches of his fiery robes have become blood red and soaked.

Igrest shivers and trembles, his golden eyes straining against the encroaching frost and the buffeting wind to perceive anything unseemly from his point of vigil.

[1d6 result: 4]

The Atlantean, teeth still chattering, averts his gaze from the strange and obscure ritual Gundrabu is initiating. He keeps a sullen vigil near the sanctuary's entrance, clearly unhappy.

"All is wrong; the great Father of Warmth graces us no more and morn has naught come to us, even pale and sickly as it could be. How are we supposed to counter Darkness Eternal...?", he mutters.

Addressing Kondor, he manages a thick rasp: "I will see to the charred entrance of the sanctuary so we may not be caught unawares. See to the interior of this curst locale, swordsman."