Bryzyne was not the only spellcaster in the group; Neriah, a sorceress for more than three centuries, wove her hands through the correct patterns, shouted the command words for her first chosen spell, and cast Time Stop
upon herself. Everyone around her slowed to barely a crawl; from there she proceeded to cast Teleport
, and jumped the distance between her and the mirror that Zyzzat was intent on going through to escape.
Arriving at the mirror, the fey'ri turned to face a time-frozen lich, and smiled, showing her fangs; "hello Zyzzat; long time, no see." With that said, Neriah then, in her remaining time for Time Stop
, proceeded to cast Mage's Disjunction
upon the area around in which the mirror stood. By the time her spell exploded outward in it's burst, she was already readying her retreating Teleport
spell. By this time, Neriah's Time Stop
had worn off.
Despite hammering at Zyzaat with reckless abandon, Veraka soon found himself becoming winded by that damnable fog. However, the huge paladin was far from done; growling with frustration, the aasimar again raised his blade, and hurled himself at Zyzaat, through the wall of flames and all the hell that went along with it. As Veraka passed through the Wall of Fire, his platinum armor glowed radiant silver for a second as his Blessing of Bahamut
deflected the worst of the damage from the heat; Veraka grunted as his barbarian upbringing kicked in from the depths of his memory, allowing his body to withstand the trauma that the heat inflicted upon his flesh, pain and all. With Adian he charged, two paladins surging forward, Marala Vharc crackling in Veraka's grip, thrusting for Zyzaat. When he got within three strides of the lich, the aasimar leaps into the air, bringing his sword down and around his shoulder with both hands. (Spring Attack)