[Gahr Darkrage]

IC: Gahr
Just outside the fortress gate

I large group of Balaur had formed a bottleneck at the entrance to the fortress. Still dozens more were trying to get into the place Gahr had called sanctuary just that morning.

Gahr had positioned himself behind a large boulder that was a mere 30 yards away from the gate with Valk the great Earth elemental at his side. To the unintelligent and bloodcrazed Balaur Valk looked nothing more than an ancient oak tree that was missing most of it's leaves. Gahr knew he would have to stop these balaur from getting in if his fellow knights were to mount a successful counterattack. At the very least he might be able to by some time for them.

Gahr gave a knowing look to the great spirit and whispered a short phrase under his breath. Valk reared back and threw his arms in the air with clenched fists. He let out a fiercefull roar that seemed like it could be heard for miles. The Balaur clammoring at the gate stopped and stared wide eyed at the great tree. Valk charged moving at a surprising speed for a creature its size. He came upon a group of three balaur still frozen in utter confusion. With a wide backhand Valk struck all three balaur so hard they flew ten feet into the brick wall of the outer fortress.

At this point the Balaur outside the gate turned angrily towards their new foe. A group charged and their metal axes and maces clanged against Valk's stone-like bark. Valk swiped angrilly at the now dozen or so Balaur that had him surrounded. At one point Valk even picked up one of the Balaur and began beating the other balaur with him.

Gahr crouched low behind the boulder and a familiar light flashed from his back. He spread his wings the flew up 100 feet directly above Valk and in the blindspot of the sun. Gahr clasped his hands together and then raised then high above his head. He began to chant and soon you could see his breath as he spoke. The area just in front of the gate seemed to get darker as if under a cloud. Soon bits of snow and frost were forming in the area. Within only a few seconds the entire area in front of the gate had gone from prefect weather to full on hail. The chunks of ice falling out of the sky were as big as your hand and the shape of daggers. Balaur in the area began desperately trying to get out of the mini ice storm.

Gahr remained hovering in the air with his arms streatched skyward repeating the same chant over and over. Frost was now growing on his lips and chin but still he remained steadfast. "As long as I can keep the Ice storm going," gahr thought to himself, "then these Balaur can't get into the fortress. I've just got to hold out long enough for the Divine Order to push back."

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