- For the lulz mostly... also... free ethereal candY!!
Yep, it was always for the candy!
Soul Bind
Necromancy
The subject must have been dead no more than 1 round per caster level.
If I missed any defenses sorry but I didn't comb back through it to find anything i could have missed.
Yep, my super secret defence of being dead for a long time...
Island in time is similar. So it'd be able to.
Wait a minute...
*re-reads Island in time a few times*
...but...
...damn!
hahaha. I can't believe you did it without any spell casting!
The 'Fight':
A fit looking young elf with cool bow is walkng around completly oblivious to the cunning demi-immortal which lurks bellow him.
The Vengefull spirit observes the feeble mortal creature, soon to be dancing to his tunes before throwing himself laughing from the nearest cliff or burying himself alive.
He waits until the elf has but down his shiny bow and makes a nice cup of tea: the perfect moment!
Just as the elf puts the tea to his lips the spirit rises from the floor. Glaring at his toy-to-be he strikes out with his mind. (surprise round: Malevolence)
The elf feels the dark aura's drain at his soul (saves/skills get reduced)
The impossibly deep and powerful eyes of the creature tear at his mind (Corrupting Gaze & Horrific Appearance drain the elf who fails his saves)
He feels the mind of the spirit attempting to gain dominance over his body.
The whispers of his ascestors speak to him of a a battle one of them lost to this same spirit five centuries ago. (Island in time)
In an instant the bow flies into the elf's strong grip (crystal of return)
The elf rembers the subtle weaknesses of such spirits (knowledge devotion) and lets loose the first arrow of force at point blank range which splits in two.
The demi-immortal spirit with his unmatched reflexes watches each arrow pass through the air towards him moving gracefully aside as the force arrows disappear off into the distance (and into an orphanage)
Again and again the elf lets loose under the guidance of his ancestors. Each arrow passing closer and closser to the possor spirit.
The spirit sways and turns avoiding each arrow, but each time the margin closes, until finally *SLAM* a splinter of force a yard long tears through his incorporeal body. Impossible!
Again and again force splinters pierce him until at last one passes through his head.
Panacking, the spirit feels his Necrotic reserve surging through him, holding him together until...
*SLAM* a final splinter of force severs the spirit from his un-life.
Well done Alastar. And with a build you already made too.