RP: Battle for Avonmora

[Meliva]

Emily's golems rush forward, soaking up the fireballs as they rush him, and begin pounding him into the dirt. Emily takes his staff and examines it along with his bones finding a journal in his robes which causes her to laugh a little

Nah, Solberg died during a battle and all that was left was dust. However based on what's in this journal I think this fellow was X.

She tosses it to Thomas and inside are a bunch of anvil drawings, along with some sort of strange spell. Emily laughs a little more

Old X is rather famous for 2 reasons. No one knew his real name, and he was obsessed with creating a spell that would drop an anvil on a target. Spent his whole life trying to make that spell, and whenever asked why he said because it was funny seeing it on old cartoon shows, though never said what the hell those were. He was honestly insane for the most part, but he did make the spell in his last years of life.

Faint sounds of fighting can be heard deeper below. Emily shouts to Thomas

Sounds like my golems that were sent ahead are in a fight. You ready to join them?

[Henry Avery]

Cartoons? They're moving pictures- Relatively new in Lydrian, a land to the north, where I'm from. Anyway, yes. To battle!

He rushed towards the sound

[Meliva]

Emily quickly follows her golems right behind her as they proceed to a large chamber in which a battle is happening between a group of golems, and some undead, led by an undead giant, currently fighting an equally large golem both around 20 feet, and constantly smashing the smaller combatants around them. Emily starts shooting off fire bolts as her golems rush forward against some of the undead.

[Henry Avery]

He rushed the giant, hacking through it's legs, shortening it swing by swing

You'll have to do better than this, Gaster!

[Meliva]

The giant quickly takes a large swing knocking Thomas back, and with no feet and being distracted, the large golem quickly grabs his head and smashes it to pulp. More undead pour in from nearby chambers upon his death, as the large golem quickly looks around before grabbing a broken pillar and slams it on on of the side chamber doors blocking it off. The large golem says in familiar voice as more and more undead pour from the other chambers

I'll block up the side chambers with rubble, then we can finish off what's left and make up a plan of what to do or where to go next. Sound good to you all?

[Henry Avery]

He rose, dusting off rubble.

Aye. That's a great Idea.

[Meliva]

The golem quickly get's to work grabbing whatever large objects it can find, as it begins blocking up the other chambers. The other golems quickly begin killing the undead that poured in, as Emily starts throwing flasks of oil into the group and lighting them on fire, Some large spiders begin pouring out of smaller holes and begin trying to web up Thomas and the golems, though the fire keeps burning the webs as they try to make them.

[Henry Avery]

Umbra flashes with terrifying fury as he cut through spider after spider, never stopping for a moment. the Baron has finally caught up with them, using his watch to slow down time for the spiders, burning large clumps alive.

Block up those holes! They lead to the Nest, which is a whole can of worms we don't wanna open, unless you feel like dealing with the queen!

[Meliva]

The golem shouts back as it begins sealing the last side chamber with undead coming out

2 things. 1st I don't take orders from you, 2nd, those holes are small enough that you lot can close them, I'm the only one by the look of it who can pick up these broken pillars and other large rubble to close the big passages-which is where the bigger threats will come from.

Emily shouts to the smaller golems

hurry up and seal the smaller holes. The enemy numbers are dwindling.

The smaller golems quickly begin plugging up the remaining holes, ignoring the fire, spiders and remaining undead. After a few minutes everything is sealed off leaving just the remaining enemies left.

[Henry Avery]

I wasn't barking at you, yah mountain!

He quickly slew what remained, muttering angrily.