Hearing the Snatch's scream from behind Tarsheva quickly stands and turns in her direction firing two bolts at the spectre. Flashes of bright light hit the spectre square in the head and chest. It's eyes divert to her for just a moment as it's claw starts sinking into Snatch's flesh.
The Spectre that attacked Clymentria, fades from view, then appears behind her shield clawing her across the face. The spectral figure seems to grow more solid as her life force bleeds into it.
Peter: [Out of breath] Draws out his ornate green steel short sword and takes cover, quietly, by the wagon (front right). At certain angles it almost looks as though he is trying to hide.
It looks bad for Snatch as she struggles against her undead adversary. Just when the spectre pins her against the wall the shadowy figure is hurled over the wall by a giant ethereal owl.
Clymestria: [Plants her spear, and pushing her owl shield forward to protect herself, Flederoth and Snatch, she assumes a phalanx position] You choose to hate the living, and come today to sate your thirst on our lives. This shows you have no wisdom, and BY THE MIGHT OF ATHENA, BE GONE!
Deep and clear an owl's hoot cracks the silence, its form the hue of potter's clay rises from her shield, it hangs there flapping its wings. Gale winds buffet the spectres tossing their tattered robes around their fleshless limbs, their arms are thrown up to block the raptors call from their withered ears. Where the backdraft wafts it is like a pleasant summer breeze. A mouldered form heaves upward, and then another in an arc away from the torrent, over the nearest wall. Left in their place is the moan of a predator hungry after the hunt, but beaten from its territory. With another long hoot the owl fades back to nothing.
Spectre1 & 2: [hissing in unison as they flee, forced back by Clymestria's holy might] We are the Lovelost. Your lives are ours on which to feed!
Brilligh: [Wheels around in the air over Tarsheva, her shadow cloaking her, faded robes billowing, leathery wings rustling like dead grasses. She pulls a stinger from her coin purse, slipping the coin through her bony fingers. She raises it to her dark lips and gives each side a long lick. Her hoarse whisper scratches at the still air.] You thought they stung before... [and with a nearly invisible flick of her wrist, whips the coin through the air at the specter attacking Snatch.]
The missile strikes the spectre causing it to dissipate leaving only a wisp of smoke that floats into the sky.
Flederoth jumps from the cart trying to attack the spectres with his longsword as they flee but hits only air.
Snatch: [casting a spell] THEY SEEM TO BE AFRAID OF OUR HOLY MIGHT!
Pfepftzet turns just in time to see the clay owl beat off two spectral forms. She raises her bow to take aim but takes pause as Flederoth's sword cuts through the forms as if they are just air.
Pfepftzet: [mutters while she tosses her bow onto the wagon and reaches for her magical morningstar] Damn lathly magical creatures. I'll nick you with this and see if you don't feel the spikes!
But before she can even fully grip the handle, the spectres have already fled out of range.
Pfepftzet: Bolt you rusting veil-faced blecks! You turn head around this party again and we'll scrub ya into your second death!
XP BONUS:
Clymestria: 2,000 xp
Brilligh: 1,200 xp
everyone else: 750 xp
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