Aldan keeps empty hands raised and takes a breath letting his own nervous energy disperse with the exhale. Abramo wasn't responding to it. "The Mistress is powerful, yes. We are insignificant by comparison. It's not like a foot of steel could hurt Her Greatness anyway." Aldan says dismissively.
"I could leave my wand here." Aldan offers, indicating the sheathed stick at his belt. "A wizard is little without his casting focus." he says sincerely.
"Please, where can we find her that we may look upon Her Magnificence for ourselves?" he asks with humility.
Abram doesn't look convinced by the offer to leave the wand while still holding onto a sword, but he's distracted by the next question.
In frustration he throws up a hand, "You keep asking the wrong questions. Where can we find them? I could draw you a map, a days travel south, a few hours to the east. Would it help?"
"Somebody killed the lizardmen who'd be able to tell you, a bunch of strangers, a couple elves, a few humans including a massive one in armor and teifling. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" He asks, eyes locked on Aldan, "You'd need a master tracker to find them now. I've been to her glorious temple and I wouldn't be able to find it. Thanks to you we're all stuck waiting for the next group to come from her Temple. It could be weeks!"
His head starts turning a bright shade of red.
"You come in here like a pack of ravening goblins and you don't even know the damage you've wreaked. But you have angered the followers of Explictica Defilus, and you will face her wrath," He all but yells, spittle flying from his mouth.
Then as if what he's just said has had a chance to register in his own brain he pauses, then gives you a sorrowful look, "You poor, pitiful creatures. I would tell you to run while you had the chance but- Oh, you poor wretched things. You know not what you face."
Feeling that they'd gotten as much as they could from the deranged priest and knowing their talking time was at an end Aldan gives a nod toward the others.
He starts making arcane gestures in the air between the two of them. He thought he'd be sufficiently away from the others that any hostile magics directed toward him should spare the others.
The old priest manages to get his shield up in time to avoid having his chest completely crushed by Tyragorn's mighty blow. The hammer drives the shield back into the man's chest and he is still thrown back into the brick wall with a pained shout as his head impacts loudly.
Injured and shaken he fumbles for his mace.
OOC:
That's a damn solid hit.
OOC:
Init
Tyragorn 23
Zasio Blackthorn 17 <- Current Player
Aldan 13
Georgia Fiddler 11
Abramo 3 (19 HP Damage)
Zasio Blackthorn:
HP: 23
AC: 14 Objects of Interest: Goodberries (2 - each heals 4 hp)
Zasio followed up Tyragorn's attack, his twin blades flashing in the light given off by the light of the wall mounted torches as he tries to prevent the mind altered priest from drawing his weapon.
Zasio's blade smacks across Abramo's arm, failing to cut through the armor but the impact draws an audible yell of pain from the older man. The second blade goes wide as the priest retreats.
OOC:
First attack is a hit, second misses.
Aldan is up.
Init
Tyragorn 23
Zasio Blackthorn 17
Aldan 13 <- Current Player
Georgia Fiddler 11
Abramo 3 (26 HP Damage)
Slightly torn between piling on the attacks or doing something clever, Aldan knew it might take some doing to get the cleric's attention from the warrior using holy magics.
Aldan finished his 'spell' puffing his chest to look empowered by magic and slid forward along the wall drawing rapier and dagger.
With his companion's in distraction range the rogue could aim for soft parts.
It's hard to tell if Abramo notices the attempt to distract him, as the man is battered around by Aldan's teammates.
It's very easy to tell that Abramo noticed the thief's blades, as they flash in towards weak points in the priest's armor and come away stained in blood.
Bleeding and battered, the crazed priest is still standing, but based on the shuddering breaths and the red blood spilling down his armor it seems the man is on his last legs.
OOC:
Both are hits.
Georgia is up.
Init
Tyragorn 23
Zasio Blackthorn 17
Aldan 13
Georgia Fiddler 11 <- Current Player
Abramo 3 (42 HP Damage)
Arkrite wrote: ↑Thu Sep 16, 2021 4:45 pm
It's hard to tell if Abramo notices the attempt to distract him, as the man is battered around by Aldan's teammates.
It's very easy to tell that Abramo noticed the thief's blades, as they flash in towards weak points in the priest's armor and come away stained in blood.
Bleeding and battered, the crazed priest is still standing, but based on the shuddering breaths and the red blood spilling down his armor it seems the man is on his last legs.
OOC:
Both are hits.
Georgia is up.
Init
Tyragorn 23
Zasio Blackthorn 17
Aldan 13
Georgia Fiddler 11 <- Current Player
Abramo 3 (42 HP Damage)
Georgia Fiddler
HP: 13/16 AC: 15
Spell slots: 2/3 left
Georgia moves up to the injured priest and strikes at him with her rapier.
OOC: Rapier attack 1d20+5: 11 I doubt that will hit but if it does 1d8+3: 9
Georgia's rapier goes wide, but drives him directly into Jessica's mace.
There's a sickening crack as her mace hits him in the temple, knocking him to the ground.
The older priest hits the ground with a crash, looking wildly around the room before reaching upwards towards where his vestments are hanging from the wall.
"Explictica..." he wheezes his reaching hand waving in the air before falling, and hisses out his final word, "Defilus."
OOC: The crazy old priest had one HP left, and sadly Jessica hit. The evil priest is dead.