Vydar takes one last shot at the retreating ship, but it catches the rivers current and moves with unexpected speed. His fire bolt does not land where he wishes as the boat moves toward the sea. He returns to his companions and witnesses the following.
The blade bites, and Lev feels the poison flood his veins—burning, invasive, meant to end him (10 poison damage to Lev). But he does not slow. He has lived this moment a hundred times in his mind, every step, every breath, every strike etched into him with ruthless precision. He moves now with that certainty. Warik twists at the last instant, slipping aside with unnatural grace—the killing blow meant for his heart carving only across his chest (Uncanny Dodge). But Lev is already there. Already knows. He turns with the motion, driving his glaive into the space Warik must occupy. The strike lands—and radiant energy erupts, pouring from Lev like judgment made manifest. Warik falters, just for a heartbeat—uncertainty flickering across his face for the first time. It is enough. Lev surges forward, drawing on the last of his strength, and delivers two final, merciless blows. Each one a sentence. Each one a verdict long overdue. The light drains from Warik’s eyes as the glow fades into the night. His body falls. Warik Longfinger is dead. And justice is served. (THE CURSE on Lev's Glaive is gone)
Ruel, Halbert and the rest finish off Warik's companions.(Combat completed!)
Zarbyn uses his shadowy blade to point to the sword Warik was using.
"And let's get out of the street and away from here! This is going to draw a lot of attention!"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
— A basic prayer.
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I misread that.
additional attack for action surge:
to hit: 23 damage: 11
Vydar takes one last shot at the retreating ship, but it catches the rivers current and moves with unexpected speed. His fire bolt does not land where he wishes as the boat moves toward the sea. He returns to his companions and witnesses the following.
The blade bites, and Lev feels the poison flood his veins—burning, invasive, meant to end him (10 poison damage to Lev). But he does not slow. He has lived this moment a hundred times in his mind, every step, every breath, every strike etched into him with ruthless precision. He moves now with that certainty. Warik twists at the last instant, slipping aside with unnatural grace—the killing blow meant for his heart carving only across his chest (Uncanny Dodge). But Lev is already there. Already knows. He turns with the motion, driving his glaive into the space Warik must occupy. The strike lands—and radiant energy erupts, pouring from Lev like judgment made manifest. Warik falters, just for a heartbeat—uncertainty flickering across his face for the first time. It is enough. Lev surges forward, drawing on the last of his strength, and delivers two final, merciless blows. Each one a sentence. Each one a verdict long overdue. The light drains from Warik’s eyes as the glow fades into the night. His body falls. Warik Longfinger is dead. And justice is served. (THE CURSE on Lev's Glaive is gone)
Ruel, Halbert and the rest finish off Warik's companions.(Combat completed!)
Amdaeng ran to Ning and tended to the tiny cut on the bears shoulder ignoring all the other injured parties.....
"Someone grab the artifact!"
Zarbyn uses his shadowy blade to point to the sword Warik was using.
"And let's get out of the street and away from here! This is going to draw a lot of attention!"