Eastern Gate.
And then there was Melliandra. Countess Murmur had broken free of containment and was charging straight for the fortress. Chaos trailed in her wake, leaving the players stationed there helpless to stop her advance. One by one, they fell, unable to withstand her devastating assault.
Melliandra sprinted across a series of floating, translucent platforms, desperately dodging a relentless barrage of magic missiles raining down on her. Her face was etched with frustration and despair.
"Damn it, this bitch! Goldrich! Jovina! Do something!" she shouted.
Northern Gate.
Kingsley, meanwhile, was under relentless assault, barely managing to hold his ground. Charmelyn wasn't in much better shape, overwhelmed by the unending swarm of summons unleashed by Marquis Orias.