Standing on the edge of a massive canyon, you see a blasted, parched landscape for miles around, while the a dusty smell wafts through the place. As you scour the scene, you notice a grey many-armed figure standing in an explosion site.
Prixton looks on, surveying the landscape. Seeing the man just standing there, undisturbed by what is around him, Prixton watches him for a time unsure if he is friend or foe. Twisting the ring on his right hand, he seems to merge into the dusty backdrop as he begins to creep closer in an attempt to get a better idea of who this man is.
Oestus Laires stands at the edge of the canyon, staring down at the creature below. He makes no effort to hide, instead casting Levitate on himself as he steps out across the air.
"So this is he. The Herald. I had heard of him, but I did not imagine this much power," Oestus muttered to himself. He felt the wind whip around him as he summoned his Sun Blade into his hand. With his other, he muttered an incantation. "Suffer the greatest humiliation of all, demon." He let loose his eldritch magic, forcing the creature's bowels to move at an unnatural rate. Oestus Laires smiled as he cast Bowel Distress upon the Herald. To his surprise, the creature did not react in the slightest. "Drat."
Looking on, as his comrade attacks the man. Prixton pulls out the daggers from his waist, looking at the man closely he throws with the deadly accuracy that he has become known for. Two daggers, quickly thrown in quick succession.
Noticing Oestus' attempt to annoy him, the Herald turns a gaze to the warlock. "You are the one they sent to kill me? I pity you. You lack intelligence, strength, power, and maturity. And to think, if this is Cranas' best to give, how will you fight the cosmic army? With crap?" Laughing to himself, the Herald suddenly fires a black ray from his hand, enveloping Oestus in dark energy.
Oestus takes 24 (rolled in discord) necrotic damage and has disadvantage on all subsequent saves for the next round.
Cassius uses his action to Unfolds the Wings of Flying and flies high into the air above the Herald. He Raises his Mace of Terror into the air and proclaims loudly, "Attack Brother Adiyir, We shall lay this Mutant Low! None can Withstand Our Faith!" and he casts Magic weapon on his Mace making it a +2 to hit. With the glowing radiance of his God imbued in his wicked mace, he swoops down towards the Herald.
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Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"Urgh," Oestus grunted as the blast of power hit him. "I suppose we'll have to step this up." The half-elf extended his hand, and aimed it towards the Herald. "Great Sun above, endow me with thy light, and let me deliver righteous fury upon thine enemies!" Four bolts of Eldritch energy shot forth from the Warlock's hand, all flying straight towards the Herald. "That should do it for a while," Oestus nodded to himself, healing himself as he descended to the edge of the canyon once more. "I'll really break out the big guns soon enough."
[OOC: Eldritch Blast at the Herald, all 4 hit, total of 52 damage. Healing myself for 15.]