One of the men stops what he is doing and says, "No idea, guv. That one is always running off and disappearing. Torrga trusts 'em with 'er life though"
Greth'g'karee calls softly to Eva, "Do not go so quickly. You don't want them to know you are tracking them or they will not go to their home." As he speaks, if able, he will walk up to Eva. Calm. Ice like in his demeanor. Like a hunter.
(( He will begin tracking the bandits in the snow, as mentioned previously. If Eva goes forward, he will neither try to stop her nor go with her - as she will likely get killed alone. ))
His relief at the safety of his charge washes over Naraeld and refreshes him, at least one thing has not gone awry this evening. In the relative quiet of Tond's home, the sounds of the carnage at the mead hall are distant and faint, easy to block out. He traces back through the events of the evening, so much happened in that short space of time, and so many of the events with repercussions too widespread to completely plan for. His training with the Bryn Shander guard had not just been martial. He had been drilled over and over to take in the details of a scene, to spy out the things that seemed out of place and use them to corroborate the stories of those whose guilt or innocence was not clear. It had never been his forte but even the smallest details could be vital.
Naraeld seats himself on the floor, cross-legged, laying his staff out across his knees and gently rests his hands upon it. He relaxes his mind, remembering back to times with the Reghed, the tranquility of the open wastes on a clear night and the skies filled with the star-beasts; guides for wayward travellers that pointed the way if you just knew how to follow them. Growing up in Bryn Shander he had stopped paying attention to the stars, there was always some commotion or a building's roof stopping him. He hadn't been allowed outside of the city's walls for so many years after his arrival that he'd almost forgotten about such things. By the time he could next appreciate them he was older, trusted, he had responsibilities and errands to focus upon.
The quiet of the night's sky became a stranger to him, and he paid it little heed when he then had the opportunity. Ironically, Naraeld felt a sudden pang if jealousy toward both Elk Running, and their newest associate, Greth'g'karee. Both seemed free spirits who had kept that bond with the wilds which Naraeld had left behind so many years ago. He let it pass and closed his eyes. Naraeld sought that peace now, amidst the chaos, a way to rationalise all that had happened, and plan for the path ahead. He twisted his opposed lifestyles together, using each to aid the other, letting his instincts and training mingle, letting all his senses guide his mind through the night sky of his memories.
Two stars shone brightest in his sky, yet they branched away from each other like and Elk antlers. Sephek Kaltro, the reason they had come to Good Mead. To apprehend and determine if he was responsible for those murders. Though Hlin had wanted the man dead, Naraeld knew that was not an option open to him except in the most dire circumstance. He thought back to his exit of the mead hall, the moments after he was revived had been a blur and Naraeld needed clarity. Slowly he calmed himself, he let the brightest memories start building the picture, just as the brightest stars outlined the shapes of the beasts, piecing them together, drawing the lines to join his fragmented recollection, filling the gaps with the truths he had been trained to see. Sephek had been helping the townsfolk, concentrating on dowsing the fire and it's ferocious heat preventing an inferno inside the hall. Hardly the actions of a ruthless killer with no care for life...
Naraeld's mind worked furiously, separating facts from the clutter of assumptions and biased wants that their party had started to build up. He stayed on the floor for what seemed like an age, yet could have been no more than ten minutes before he rose and checked on Elk Running once more, drawing her blanket up around her, "Hold strong a little longer, we will get you to Mishann soon but you would not have us walk away from this yet, I'm sure."
Guiltily Naraeld takes a moment to search the Tond's shelves for any draughts or potions that might replace the one consumed earlier, before heading out and closing the door firmly behind him. He keeps his eyes peeled for any raiders that may be lurking, as he makes his way back to the mead hall to join the others.
Eva turns her eyes from Torrga and back to the enemy at hand.
The bandit she had targeted has collapsed, and another bandit is crouching beside the fallen one, trying to revive her. That will not do. "Dolorosa tinniant campana mortis!" Eva points at the fallen bandit, determined that she shall not rise again.
She [casts toll the dead on the unconscious bandit, DC 13 Wisdom saving throw, 11 necrotic damage on a failed save, and] moves close to Greth'g'karee, whispering,“Ténèbre, my cat, shadows the enemy.”
Sabetha notices Blackberryand Aubinsearching for Sephek. All together you begin to try and find out what happened. Please one of you make an Investigation check with advantage.
Naraeld:
"He stayed on the floor for what seemed like an age, yet could have been no more than ten minutes before he rose and checked on Elk Running once more, drawing her blanket up around her, 'Hold strong a little longer, we will get you to Mishann soon but you would not have us walk away from this yet, I'm sure.'"
(OOC: Sorry, we are retconning this a little bit)
A cold voice behinds you says, "My lady smiles on me today. All my tasks wrapped together like a package for the taking."
Naraeldspins around and sees Sephek Kaltro in the doorway of Tond's house.
"My lady has need of the winter elf there, so I am bound to take her. But my lady also set me this task: to kill the twice-killed, the soul that escapes her, Naraeld, son of Bjornhill Solvigsdotter and the goliath Malig Oyaminartokun. Your soul is owed to my lady and twice you have escaped her. It's journey ends today."
As he says this, his eyes begin to glow deep blue and frost forms on his clothes and limbs, giving him the look of a drowned or frozen man. A mist gathers around his right hand, coalescing into a longsword made of ice.
The cold tones of Sephekare met with an equally frosty stare from Naraeld, watching this man who is now unequivocally the perpetrator of those grim murders, and a minion of Auril. Weighing his options very carefully, Naraeld lets actions speak for him as he stands directly in between Sephekand Elk Running."Your lady only smiles when she is twisting something to her will. You are just a puppet to her Sephek, yet it is you that will answer for your deeds, the murders she has had you commit. When justice comes to you Sephek Kaltro, Auril will cast you aside like a broken tool."
Despite the pain from his earlier wounds and the ache in his muscles Naraeld stands to his full height staring down at the smaller man, using every last dreg of himself to seem as imposing as he can. His grip tightens around his staff and it hums with power, as he channels power into the wood. "You have been well informed, yet that knowledge grants you nothing except that Auril has failed to claim me twice. How will you fair with her when I evade her a third time? Surely you realise that my survival is no fluke. How certain are you of her gift to you Kaltro? Has it been truly tested against those weakened men that you slid your blade into? No."Naraeld raises the staff and with his last word unleashes the building power, the wooden stave seems to glow inside and the grain shifts and twists along it's smooth length. "No Sephek, your chance to flee this town ended when you stepped inside this house, put up your blade and I still offer you a chance to live."
Naraeld casts Wrathful Smite preparing his stave. If Sepheksteps within 5ft he will use his reaction to attack.
As the companions question the people in the hall, they get several answers as to what happened. A few villagers say he disappeared in a puff of mist. A few say he must still be in the hall somewhere because no-one saw him leave by an exit. Nonetheless, after a couple of minutes searching, you cannot find him anywhere. Blackberryis scouring the area where Sephek was last seen when he kicks something he hadn't seen and it scoots under a table. Leaning down to get a better look, Blackberrysees a small ice sculpture, perfectly made, of an Elk.
Naraeld:
With a sneer, Sepheksteps forward, blade raised.
(Go ahead a take your reaction; then roll initiative. Sephek'sinitiative is 18)
Naraeldreacts as Sepheksteps forwards, kicking the butt of his staff into an accelerated spin before he whirls it around to strike at the exposed torso of his icy foe.
Initiative: 4
Attack: to Hit: 24 Bludgeoning damage: 5 Psychic damage: 6 Additionally, if the target is a creature, it must make a Wisdom saving throw or be frightened of you until the spell ends. As an action, the creature can make a Wisdom check against your spell save DC to steel its resolve and end this spell
With sneering confidence, Sephek steps forward, wielding the frozen blade with two hands. He is immediately struck by Naraeld's staff. He seems to have been expecting it. Naraeld yells with rage as he strikes, trying to intimidate Sephek into fleeing the scene. But the tall half-elf's posture and volume clearly have no effect whatsoever. However, Naraeld notices that when Sephek presses his attack again, he approaches with more caution, and Naraeld sees his thrusts and slashes telegraphed in his eyes. Naraeld easily sidesteps both blows. A question tickles the back of his mind, "Did Sephek hold back because my blow did more damage than I thought? Or is there some other reason?"
((Possibly future timeline, and assuming Blackberry shows Sabetha the perfect ice sculpture of an Elk where Sephek had last been seen.))
Sabetha suddenly stands bolt upright from where she had been crouching to help the harengon inspect where Sephek Kaltro had last been seen. Streaks of icy blue flash in her darkened scarf. Something had been bothering her about what she had heard from the townsfolk. If "bother" could ever be the right word after tragedy that had struck Mead Hall just a few minutes before. But she remembers it now that she sees the tiny Elk made of ice.
He disappeared in a puff of mist. As my father would sing of the Eladrin doing, stepping through the mist with their fey magic... and speaking of Eladrin...
"Hlin Trollbane accused Sephek Kaltro of serving the Frostmaiden. Of murdering those who pay to escape the lottery of human sacrifice held in the Frostmaiden's name. Elk Running spoke of the Frostmaiden marking her for her own. Of invading her dreams with cold laughter and visions of ice sculptures preserved, pristine and terrible in their beauty. Like this one here of an Elk. Sephek may be serving the Frostmaiden now, going after Elk Running where she lies helpless in the home of Tond the herbalist. To kill or carry off the Winter Eladrin. We must stop him before it is too late!"
Without waiting for an answer, Sabetha grasps her longsword and dashes (80') out the doors of Mead Hall bound like an arrow for Tond's home.
Greth'g'karee has climbed down from the roof and stands beside Eva, watching the last of the bandits flee. Seeing the one bandit crouching down to help another, he draws a bead on the bandit and fires, hitting her in the shoulder. Hit, she screams, "Please no more, we aren't with them. Not any more! Please help my sister! Please!"
A sense of futility overwhelms Eva as the bandits scatter in all directions. She eyes the pleading bandit coldly, suspiciously: "You expect mercy?"
She also marvels that the fallen bandit still breathes, if indeed she does. The passing bell delivered you to death's door. And then the death knell, how could you have survived it?Eva raises her left hand, her sapphire ring pulsing with necrotic energy. Let the lych bell be your undoing, or I declare you an unnatural thing. But Eva fails to enunciate the fatal incantation.
What would Sabetha do? She would grant them clemency. What would Naraeld do? He would bring them before the law. No, I am not a murderer. I am...not...a murderer!Eva lowers her trembling arm as tears well where there are none, her tear ducts like phantom limbs. I shall not kill in cold blood.
She raises her arm again: "You pathetic suppliant. Yes, you! (Eva’s voice booms.) No…bo…dy trusts a turn…coat! Throw your own and your sister's weapons aside—now!"
[Eva cast minor illusion to heighten the volume of her voice and make it seem as if it were reverberating all around the adjacent area.]
The bandit throws aside a couple blades and begins to search her fallen comrade for weapons. She retrieves another blade and a bow and tosses them aside. “Please,” she says, “my sister’s not breathing.”
As Sephek seems largely unphased by the magic of his strike, Naraeld at least takes some measure of confidence from their initial contact. A feint to lull me in seems uneccessary, and if I am so outmatched that he can unworriedly play for me, then I am already lost. With no better options, Naraeld launches a clumsy and predictable thrust at Sephek to see how the mind of his foe is working even as he prepares to dodge any counterstrike that Sephek may launch.
One of the men stops what he is doing and says, "No idea, guv. That one is always running off and disappearing. Torrga trusts 'em with 'er life though"
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
Greth'g'karee calls softly to Eva, "Do not go so quickly. You don't want them to know you are tracking them or they will not go to their home." As he speaks, if able, he will walk up to Eva. Calm. Ice like in his demeanor. Like a hunter.
(( He will begin tracking the bandits in the snow, as mentioned previously. If Eva goes forward, he will neither try to stop her nor go with her - as she will likely get killed alone. ))
Blackberry will nod at Aubin and begin looking around for traces or clues of the location of Sephek the mysterious.
Investigation 17
Perception 20
His relief at the safety of his charge washes over Naraeld and refreshes him, at least one thing has not gone awry this evening. In the relative quiet of Tond's home, the sounds of the carnage at the mead hall are distant and faint, easy to block out. He traces back through the events of the evening, so much happened in that short space of time, and so many of the events with repercussions too widespread to completely plan for. His training with the Bryn Shander guard had not just been martial. He had been drilled over and over to take in the details of a scene, to spy out the things that seemed out of place and use them to corroborate the stories of those whose guilt or innocence was not clear. It had never been his forte but even the smallest details could be vital.
Naraeld seats himself on the floor, cross-legged, laying his staff out across his knees and gently rests his hands upon it. He relaxes his mind, remembering back to times with the Reghed, the tranquility of the open wastes on a clear night and the skies filled with the star-beasts; guides for wayward travellers that pointed the way if you just knew how to follow them. Growing up in Bryn Shander he had stopped paying attention to the stars, there was always some commotion or a building's roof stopping him. He hadn't been allowed outside of the city's walls for so many years after his arrival that he'd almost forgotten about such things. By the time he could next appreciate them he was older, trusted, he had responsibilities and errands to focus upon.
The quiet of the night's sky became a stranger to him, and he paid it little heed when he then had the opportunity. Ironically, Naraeld felt a sudden pang if jealousy toward both Elk Running, and their newest associate, Greth'g'karee. Both seemed free spirits who had kept that bond with the wilds which Naraeld had left behind so many years ago. He let it pass and closed his eyes. Naraeld sought that peace now, amidst the chaos, a way to rationalise all that had happened, and plan for the path ahead. He twisted his opposed lifestyles together, using each to aid the other, letting his instincts and training mingle, letting all his senses guide his mind through the night sky of his memories.
Two stars shone brightest in his sky, yet they branched away from each other like and Elk antlers. Sephek Kaltro, the reason they had come to Good Mead. To apprehend and determine if he was responsible for those murders. Though Hlin had wanted the man dead, Naraeld knew that was not an option open to him except in the most dire circumstance. He thought back to his exit of the mead hall, the moments after he was revived had been a blur and Naraeld needed clarity. Slowly he calmed himself, he let the brightest memories start building the picture, just as the brightest stars outlined the shapes of the beasts, piecing them together, drawing the lines to join his fragmented recollection, filling the gaps with the truths he had been trained to see. Sephek had been helping the townsfolk, concentrating on dowsing the fire and it's ferocious heat preventing an inferno inside the hall. Hardly the actions of a ruthless killer with no care for life...
Naraeld's mind worked furiously, separating facts from the clutter of assumptions and biased wants that their party had started to build up. He stayed on the floor for what seemed like an age, yet could have been no more than ten minutes before he rose and checked on Elk Running once more, drawing her blanket up around her, "Hold strong a little longer, we will get you to Mishann soon but you would not have us walk away from this yet, I'm sure."
Guiltily Naraeld takes a moment to search the Tond's shelves for any draughts or potions that might replace the one consumed earlier, before heading out and closing the door firmly behind him. He keeps his eyes peeled for any raiders that may be lurking, as he makes his way back to the mead hall to join the others.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
@LtG and Greth'g'karee:
Eva turns her eyes from Torrga and back to the enemy at hand.
The bandit she had targeted has collapsed, and another bandit is crouching beside the fallen one, trying to revive her. That will not do. "Dolorosa tinniant campana mortis!" Eva points at the fallen bandit, determined that she shall not rise again.
She [casts toll the dead on the unconscious bandit, DC 13 Wisdom saving throw, 11 necrotic damage on a failed save, and] moves close to Greth'g'karee, whispering, “Ténèbre, my cat, shadows the enemy.”
[Eva doesn't wear mage armor, so her AC is 14.]
Inside the hall:
Sabetha notices Blackberry and Aubin searching for Sephek. All together you begin to try and find out what happened. Please one of you make an Investigation check with advantage.
Naraeld:
"He stayed on the floor for what seemed like an age, yet could have been no more than ten minutes before he rose and checked on Elk Running once more, drawing her blanket up around her, 'Hold strong a little longer, we will get you to Mishann soon but you would not have us walk away from this yet, I'm sure.'"
(OOC: Sorry, we are retconning this a little bit)
A cold voice behinds you says, "My lady smiles on me today. All my tasks wrapped together like a package for the taking."
Naraeld spins around and sees Sephek Kaltro in the doorway of Tond's house.
"My lady has need of the winter elf there, so I am bound to take her. But my lady also set me this task: to kill the twice-killed, the soul that escapes her, Naraeld, son of Bjornhill Solvigsdotter and the goliath Malig Oyaminartokun. Your soul is owed to my lady and twice you have escaped her. It's journey ends today."
As he says this, his eyes begin to glow deep blue and frost forms on his clothes and limbs, giving him the look of a drowned or frozen man. A mist gathers around his right hand, coalescing into a longsword made of ice.
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
The cold tones of Sephek are met with an equally frosty stare from Naraeld, watching this man who is now unequivocally the perpetrator of those grim murders, and a minion of Auril. Weighing his options very carefully, Naraeld lets actions speak for him as he stands directly in between Sephek and Elk Running. "Your lady only smiles when she is twisting something to her will. You are just a puppet to her Sephek, yet it is you that will answer for your deeds, the murders she has had you commit. When justice comes to you Sephek Kaltro, Auril will cast you aside like a broken tool."
Despite the pain from his earlier wounds and the ache in his muscles Naraeld stands to his full height staring down at the smaller man, using every last dreg of himself to seem as imposing as he can. His grip tightens around his staff and it hums with power, as he channels power into the wood. "You have been well informed, yet that knowledge grants you nothing except that Auril has failed to claim me twice. How will you fair with her when I evade her a third time? Surely you realise that my survival is no fluke. How certain are you of her gift to you Kaltro? Has it been truly tested against those weakened men that you slid your blade into? No." Naraeld raises the staff and with his last word unleashes the building power, the wooden stave seems to glow inside and the grain shifts and twists along it's smooth length. "No Sephek, your chance to flee this town ended when you stepped inside this house, put up your blade and I still offer you a chance to live."
Naraeld casts Wrathful Smite preparing his stave. If Sephek steps within 5ft he will use his reaction to attack.
Intimidation: 13
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
(Wow, bad rolls, sorry folks)
Blackberry Investigation (with advantage and +1 from scarf): 12 - game log
Inside the hall:
As the companions question the people in the hall, they get several answers as to what happened. A few villagers say he disappeared in a puff of mist. A few say he must still be in the hall somewhere because no-one saw him leave by an exit. Nonetheless, after a couple of minutes searching, you cannot find him anywhere. Blackberry is scouring the area where Sephek was last seen when he kicks something he hadn't seen and it scoots under a table. Leaning down to get a better look, Blackberry sees a small ice sculpture, perfectly made, of an Elk.
Naraeld:
With a sneer, Sephek steps forward, blade raised.
(Go ahead a take your reaction; then roll initiative. Sephek's initiative is 18)
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
Naraeld reacts as Sephek steps forwards, kicking the butt of his staff into an accelerated spin before he whirls it around to strike at the exposed torso of his icy foe.
Initiative: 4
Attack: to Hit: 24
Bludgeoning damage: 5
Psychic damage: 6
Additionally, if the target is a creature, it must make a Wisdom saving throw or be frightened of you until the spell ends. As an action, the creature can make a Wisdom check against your spell save DC to steel its resolve and end this spell
Spell Save DC: 14
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
(( Retconning Post 1031 since combat is still active ))
Greth would continue to target any bandits hauling off children.
To Hit = 20 (dirty), To Damage = 6 (dangit!)
Naraeld:
With sneering confidence, Sephek steps forward, wielding the frozen blade with two hands. He is immediately struck by Naraeld's staff. He seems to have been expecting it. Naraeld yells with rage as he strikes, trying to intimidate Sephek into fleeing the scene. But the tall half-elf's posture and volume clearly have no effect whatsoever. However, Naraeld notices that when Sephek presses his attack again, he approaches with more caution, and Naraeld sees his thrusts and slashes telegraphed in his eyes. Naraeld easily sidesteps both blows. A question tickles the back of his mind, "Did Sephek hold back because my blow did more damage than I thought? Or is there some other reason?"
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
((Possibly future timeline, and assuming Blackberry shows Sabetha the perfect ice sculpture of an Elk where Sephek had last been seen.))
Sabetha suddenly stands bolt upright from where she had been crouching to help the harengon inspect where Sephek Kaltro had last been seen. Streaks of icy blue flash in her darkened scarf. Something had been bothering her about what she had heard from the townsfolk. If "bother" could ever be the right word after tragedy that had struck Mead Hall just a few minutes before. But she remembers it now that she sees the tiny Elk made of ice.
He disappeared in a puff of mist. As my father would sing of the Eladrin doing, stepping through the mist with their fey magic... and speaking of Eladrin...
"Hlin Trollbane accused Sephek Kaltro of serving the Frostmaiden. Of murdering those who pay to escape the lottery of human sacrifice held in the Frostmaiden's name. Elk Running spoke of the Frostmaiden marking her for her own. Of invading her dreams with cold laughter and visions of ice sculptures preserved, pristine and terrible in their beauty. Like this one here of an Elk. Sephek may be serving the Frostmaiden now, going after Elk Running where she lies helpless in the home of Tond the herbalist. To kill or carry off the Winter Eladrin. We must stop him before it is too late!"
Without waiting for an answer, Sabetha grasps her longsword and dashes (80') out the doors of Mead Hall bound like an arrow for Tond's home.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Blackberry listens to Sabetha's words and nods in agreement, scurrying rapidly after the half-elf. (60')
Aubin seeing the others run follows as fast as he can run.
Sabetha Survival to locate Tond's home: 18
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Greth and Eva:
Greth'g'karee has climbed down from the roof and stands beside Eva, watching the last of the bandits flee. Seeing the one bandit crouching down to help another, he draws a bead on the bandit and fires, hitting her in the shoulder. Hit, she screams, "Please no more, we aren't with them. Not any more! Please help my sister! Please!"
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
@LtG and Greth'g'karee:
A sense of futility overwhelms Eva as the bandits scatter in all directions. She eyes the pleading bandit coldly, suspiciously: "You expect mercy?"
She also marvels that the fallen bandit still breathes, if indeed she does. The passing bell delivered you to death's door. And then the death knell, how could you have survived it? Eva raises her left hand, her sapphire ring pulsing with necrotic energy. Let the lych bell be your undoing, or I declare you an unnatural thing. But Eva fails to enunciate the fatal incantation.
What would Sabetha do? She would grant them clemency. What would Naraeld do? He would bring them before the law. No, I am not a murderer. I am...not...a murderer! Eva lowers her trembling arm as tears well where there are none, her tear ducts like phantom limbs. I shall not kill in cold blood.
She raises her arm again: "You pathetic suppliant. Yes, you! (Eva’s voice booms.) No…bo…dy trusts a turn…coat! Throw your own and your sister's weapons aside—now!"
[Eva cast minor illusion to heighten the volume of her voice and make it seem as if it were reverberating all around the adjacent area.]
Greth and Eva:
The bandit throws aside a couple blades and begins to search her fallen comrade for weapons. She retrieves another blade and a bow and tosses them aside. “Please,” she says, “my sister’s not breathing.”
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
As Sephek seems largely unphased by the magic of his strike, Naraeld at least takes some measure of confidence from their initial contact. A feint to lull me in seems uneccessary, and if I am so outmatched that he can unworriedly play for me, then I am already lost. With no better options, Naraeld launches a clumsy and predictable thrust at Sephek to see how the mind of his foe is working even as he prepares to dodge any counterstrike that Sephek may launch.
Action: Dodge
Bring out your inner chatacter class...