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Leichenbestatter has a minion!

Crit the Lucifer

Leichenbestatter
Legacy Name: Leichenbestatter

The

Chibi Experiment #84
Owner: Seoni

Age: 18 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 6th, 2007

Adopted: 18 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 6th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 370
Strength: 918
Defense: 918
Speed: 878
Health: 904
HP: 881/904
Intelligence: 611
Books Read: 612
Food Eaten: 5564
Job: Captain Jacques First Mate

Jeneeva watched Wesh fall as the smell of charred flesh filled her nostrils. His head hit the stone floor with a hallowed thump. She turned to Alstair.
"Wesh is down!" her hoarse voice yelled as she quickly lifted her ward to prevent her doppleganger from skewing deeper into her side. Jeeper hovered for a moment.
"Get a finger!" Alstair called to the imp. "When we escape we'll get him revived in town!" Jeeper mumble something in his fire-tongue, but did as told. Jeneeva yanke Alstair but the back of his breastplate.
"We got to get out of here!" Already she could feel her muscles tiring. A large gash in her side was bleeding. She could feel the warm and sticky mess slip down. "Alstair, please!" She twisted her upper body and blocked an incoming blade as the cleric cupped the exposed wound with his hand. He muttered a prayer, and she felt the wound close. She pushed him back behind her. Jeeper hovered in the air. With his Master down, he seemed to panic.
"The hallway!" she gasped. "If Mr. Mutt went to ashes after leaving the room, then maybe these things will too!" She shoved Alstair back as one of Wesh's dopplegangers launched a fireball. Jeneeva felt a horrible pain in her face as her skin was burned. The smell of burning flesh was stronger. If it was not for Alstair's quick timing of his hand on the back of her neck, She would have fallen. Her face heal, save for the scars that would riddle her skin. Not that it matter, Jeneeva was never one for beauty. She roared and snarled, spit flying from her bottom tusks as the orc in her reared up to battle. The bloodline from her father wanted to smash, to kill and destroy. She stepped forward and swung her greatsword. The blade hit the shoulder of one of the evil Alstairs. He only smiled and put his hand on it, chanting a prayer and healing it up. The second doppleganged Alstair swung his mace, catching her in her stomach.
"Jeneeva!" Alstair tugged her back and she snapped out of it. "Come!" They backed up quickly and Jeneeva had an idea. She kicked out her heavy boot and smashed a mirror on her left. She then smashed the mirror on her right with her sword and backed up.
"Run, cleric!" she yelled as she watched the seven copies, two of her, two of the now deceased caster, and three of the cleric. The moved closer. Jeneeva defend herself from the onslaught of blades and smashed the right mirror with her elbow. She pushed back the mob, then used her wieght in a body slam against the last mirror. Alstair and Jeeper were outside the room now. Jeneeva jumped back. Her heart was thumping and she moved to the other side of the door, waiting as a copy of her bull rushed towards them.
To her dismay, the creature stayed solid and did not shatter. No no no.... a voice inside her head moaned as she watched the crowd tumble out of the hallway. She felt a snatch and her body jerked to the side as an orange ball of heat singed the side of her face.
"Back to the room!" Alstair yelled out. She could hear his voice quiver, he knew the end was coming. She followed him back to the room and turned left. Now they were trapped in a corner. Jeneeva stepped in front of the cleric. Her eyes burned with tears as she knew this was the last stand, that not everybody was going to make it out alive. She'll be damned if she was going to make this easy on them.
"Alstair, tell my momma that I love her." she whispered as she braced herself for the slaughter. "And I want them to bury me with my sword."Alstair went pale and started to pray to his goddess. He knew she could not hear him in his darkest hour of need, for this was a godless place.