House Boromar

Rourke was annoyed at having been taken by surprise again by the new attackers.

He was likewise irked by Devlin's attempt to parley with people who were clearly being controlled by some other force.

"What is that half-elf playing at..." for a moment he thought that the staff Devlin held might have some eldritch power to sway their attackers - but whatever power it had - had failed.

He tried to quickly survey the situation when he heard Rothaide attempt to beseech the thugs with calls to reason.

"Eh? Rothaide as well?"

"Of all the addle - brained..."

Before he could finish his thought, he heard the cleric mutter a prayer as he was engulfed in a thick mist.

"Ah. Now this might be useful." Rourke thought as his form dissolved into sand and flowed away from the melee unnoticed by his attackers due to the concealing mist.

Rourke's sand form often fascinated him. It was like floating in a dark pool of warm water. Normally the dark wet void would cause the warmage to panic, but this form expanded his senses. Though now blind, he became completely aware of every creature around him in a wider radius - the better to survey the battlefield and strike.

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Meanwhile the giant Ashworm he conjured continued to attack, oblivious to the mists for it needed no eyes to see anyway. The large construct manages to grab the raging man and entangle him within its coils. The man however manages to struggle with inhuman strength preventing the summoned creature from squeezing him.

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