The chapel is a shambles, with overturned and broken pews littering the dusty floor in fire sized pieces. Dozens of red candles mounted in candlesticks and candelabras unlit. At the far end of the church sits a claw-scarred altar, behind which stands a priest in soiled robe. Next to him hangs a long, thick rope that stretches up into the bell tower.
The priest looks at the party his face covered in blood and eating a haunch of man. He is wearing none of the vestments of a cleric of the Morning Lord. Blood drips down the altar and four blood red candles made from human fat cast a sombre light and bloody scent. A body is hanging from the bell rope, its arms are gone as has much of its flesh on the torso, it is rancid
Who are you, fresh meat, what a rarity. Doru will be pleased. Come now I'll make it quick, He brandishes a meat chopper in one hand and tries to use a spell, nothing happens. Damn Lathander he has taken my spells away, so very far away. Now there is just us left little priestess, tell me is your flesh sweet? Your blood like wine. Don't worry I'll eat you sins!
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair gives the priest a look of despair, seeing a servant of the Morninglord being so most foully corrupted by the maddening darkness. "I am here to help you back on the path father. What is happening here is not right, you must see that. You need to atone for what has happened here to reach Lathander again." She says with resolve once she has prayed for protection, stepping closer to the old priest to bathe him in the holy light of the Dawnfather.
(Cast Blade Ward, has Light on shield since earlier.)
He gags and quickly moves away from the light that burns, striking out with his chopper, missing you by a hairsbreadth. His jaw drops down, and a long tongue sweeps out and around to catch your scent, his free hand lengthens into long talons. He starts humming a childrens song about death.
He has been turned into a ghoul and your flesh, Lorelei, is the delicacy that he craves.
You hear a voice pleading from below. An anguished shout. From beneath the chapel floor, you hear a young man's voice cry out, "Father! I'm starving!"
Looking on in disgust, Illmirth fights down the rising bile. The gruesome scene and foul, nauseating smell had knocked the bard off his game, but his vile words to Lorelei were unacceptable. Digging down beyond the churning of his stomach, Illmirth summoned the magic that was his birth right.
***OoC: ready action faerie fire: trigger any hostile move towards Lorelei: the rest happens only if he tries to attack, otherwise he observes quietly as Lorelei tries to clense the evil from the disgraced priest***
"My songs know what you did in the dark," he says to the defiled priest. His voice speaks the words in a way that seems to flow from his lips, like a song, but not quite singing. "So light him up, up, up," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously as the magic was released.
Regardless of the outcome, he says, "Mind your words, priest," the last word dripping with contempt. Actions, not words, carried the most weight. In his mind, the word priest no longer applied to the cannibal before them.
***OoC: faerie fire DEX 13, C 1 min***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn wonders a moment about the voice below. But the immediate concern is clearly the priest. With a motion of her hands and a few arcane words, she casts Sorcerous Burst, sending a wave of psychic energy at the priest.
Crisaryns sorcerous burst strikes Donavich squarely in the chest. He holds his torso, then projectile vomits over the floor, clotted blood and raw meat. A keening noise rattles from his throat.
Ismark draws his sword just in case it's needed. He stays with the coffin to guard it from the sounds filtering through the air. He casts uneasy glances at the coffin lids with fingernail tracks.
Ireena slips along with Vaelar, her blessed pendant of the Morning Lord in full view.
Vaelar can see a small woman in black-blue enamelled armour, a morning star in hand that appeared to be a thurible as well, and a longsword. She is cutting her way through a pack of ghouls tapping graves as she passes. As she knocks ghosts appear above the graves with Morninglord pendants glowing on their chests. Watching her back is the ghost of a dead priest holding a magical flaming sword and his pendant of Lathander in front of him. Every ghoul he touches screams and jerks away. She is grossly outnumbered even with the priests help.
Illmirth raised his arm, a dagger gleaming in the magical light. He thought to throw athe blade at the lit up ghoul, but another wave of nausea negates the advantage his spell granted. With a grimace and a dry heave, the bard thought better of it.
Raising his arms to the sky, he chanted softly and seemed to pull radiant flames from the sky to descend on the undead priest.
***OoC: Sacred flame DEX 13 or 7 radiant***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar springs into action. He's not sure he will be able to cull the entire pack of ghouls, but maybe he can cut a path free for the woman and they can flee together.
As he darts forward, he calls out to the dark magic of the land, and shadows crawl up the wretched body of the nearest ghoul. His blades flash in a flurry of strikes, but in his haste his swings are sloppy.
"You must flee," he urges the woman.
Bonus Action: Hunter's Mark Action: Shortsword attack: 10. Likely misses, but 10 slashing and 5 force damage just in case. Scimitar off-hand with nick weapon mastery attack: 9. Also probably misses. 9 slashing and 3 force.
The woman sees what he does with his power, then nods at him. The pendant on her breastplate was of a sun with a red gem in the middle. At her words it lit from within creating a huge circle of red divine light. The ghouls shied away from it.
Join me to set this cemetery once again to rest peacefully. I can not cleanse the Chapel but this is my domain! I'm sending the restless dead back to their peaceful sleep. She turns back to fighting for each step around the graveyard, her thurible crushing skulls as it swung, her sword shining in blue light along the blade.
The ghostly priest following her looked at Vaelar as if weighing his soul, then Vaelar heard his voice in his mind. Come Dhampir hunter.
The Ravens put up a raucous cry and several of them dived to the Clerics aid, flying acrobats that bit out the eyes of the ghouls nearest to her, making them flail around.
The Paladin wrinkles his nose, equal parts disgust and disappointment, then raises his amulet and his sword high. Light bathes the horrors of the building, yet illuminates the scene, that hopefully no more nasty surprises lurk in the gloom. It's a disgrace he cannot fathom. The priest most of all. Regardless of his power alone, a priest of the Dawn guards against undeath and vampires, yet in his loss of faith, this fool had allowed the Morning Lord's house to fall into such twisted taint.
Murdocks' blood boils, his grip tightens. He had sought to call attention to himself, draw the enemy's attention to him. Instead, the site of the altar leaves him enraged. His voice, typically hoarse and croaked, booms out, loud and clear, an edge of rage to his voice. He levels his amulet upon the ghoul, his sermon an incantation for holy strength, and fires a powerful bolt. Even before it leaves his hand, he knows it will not hit. It matters not. At least, it should.
But the ferocity of his faith keeps him from caring. Voice booming, he strides forth, waving his blade. He dares the creature step his way, in the range of his blade...
**Guiding Bolt to hit with adv: 8/8 (still missed)**
Donavich hisses at the Paladin taking a step towards him instead of concentrating on Lorelei. Your strength will heal me, come closer, ever so closer and we'll see, chop chop and it will all be over.
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Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair barely decflects the meatcleaver with her radiant shield, and recalling her training she swiftly draws her sword and with a prayer to her deity it bursts into a divine flame and she lets it swing in a wide arc, slashing down at the undead priest.
(Cast True Strike, Blade Ward and Light active)
Longsword: 24 Radiant: 11
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DM
Murdock and Crisaryn both felt vaguely nauseas but carry on normally, the scent not bothering either of them as much as it has Lorelei and Illmirth.
DM
The chapel is a shambles, with overturned and broken pews littering the dusty floor in fire sized pieces. Dozens of red candles mounted in candlesticks and candelabras unlit. At the far end of the church sits a claw-scarred altar, behind which stands a priest in soiled robe. Next to him hangs a long, thick rope that stretches up into the bell tower.
The priest looks at the party his face covered in blood and eating a haunch of man. He is wearing none of the vestments of a cleric of the Morning Lord. Blood drips down the altar and four blood red candles made from human fat cast a sombre light and bloody scent. A body is hanging from the bell rope, its arms are gone as has much of its flesh on the torso, it is rancid
Who are you, fresh meat, what a rarity. Doru will be pleased. Come now I'll make it quick, He brandishes a meat chopper in one hand and tries to use a spell, nothing happens. Damn Lathander he has taken my spells away, so very far away. Now there is just us left little priestess, tell me is your flesh sweet? Your blood like wine. Don't worry I'll eat you sins!
DM
Outside Vaelar can hear the soft chanting in a womans voice from the Cemetery. The Ravens seem to be watching her.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair gives the priest a look of despair, seeing a servant of the Morninglord being so most foully corrupted by the maddening darkness. "I am here to help you back on the path father. What is happening here is not right, you must see that. You need to atone for what has happened here to reach Lathander again." She says with resolve once she has prayed for protection, stepping closer to the old priest to bathe him in the holy light of the Dawnfather.
(Cast Blade Ward, has Light on shield since earlier.)
DM
Father Donavich
He gags and quickly moves away from the light that burns, striking out with his chopper, missing you by a hairsbreadth. His jaw drops down, and a long tongue sweeps out and around to catch your scent, his free hand lengthens into long talons. He starts humming a childrens song about death.
He has been turned into a ghoul and your flesh, Lorelei, is the delicacy that he craves.
You hear a voice pleading from below. An anguished shout. From beneath the chapel floor, you hear a young man's voice cry out, "Father! I'm starving!"
Illmirth
Looking on in disgust, Illmirth fights down the rising bile. The gruesome scene and foul, nauseating smell had knocked the bard off his game, but his vile words to Lorelei were unacceptable. Digging down beyond the churning of his stomach, Illmirth summoned the magic that was his birth right.
***OoC: ready action faerie fire: trigger any hostile move towards Lorelei: the rest happens only if he tries to attack, otherwise he observes quietly as Lorelei tries to clense the evil from the disgraced priest***
"My songs know what you did in the dark," he says to the defiled priest. His voice speaks the words in a way that seems to flow from his lips, like a song, but not quite singing. "So light him up, up, up," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously as the magic was released.
Regardless of the outcome, he says, "Mind your words, priest," the last word dripping with contempt. Actions, not words, carried the most weight. In his mind, the word priest no longer applied to the cannibal before them.
***OoC: faerie fire DEX 13, C 1 min***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Initiative
Father Donavich 20,
Vealar (outside) 19
Illmirth, Lorelei, Murdock and Crisaryn 7,
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Donavich spins towards Lorelei and lashes out with his chopper, It is turned away by Loreleis plate armour.
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Your turn.
DM
Illmirths faerie fire engulfs Donavich making him glow in a sickly light.
Illmirth, Lorelei and Vaelar now have normal dice rolls against Donavich instead of disadvantage.
Murdock and Crisaryn have advantage
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn wonders a moment about the voice below. But the immediate concern is clearly the priest. With a motion of her hands and a few arcane words, she casts Sorcerous Burst, sending a wave of psychic energy at the priest.
(Attack: 16, Damage: 7 psychic)
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
DM
Vaelar got his initiative from the sounds he can hear from the graveyard, not from the ghoul priest. Party split.
Initiative inside chapel
Ghoul Priest 20,
Illmirth, Crisaryn, Lorelei and Murdock 7
Outside initiative cemetery
Vaelar , Ismark, and Ireena 19
DM
Crisaryns sorcerous burst strikes Donavich squarely in the chest. He holds his torso, then projectile vomits over the floor, clotted blood and raw meat. A keening noise rattles from his throat.
Vaelar
Unaware of the battle going on in the chapel, Vaelar instead leaves his companions and slinks around toward the cemetery.
Ismark draws his sword just in case it's needed. He stays with the coffin to guard it from the sounds filtering through the air. He casts uneasy glances at the coffin lids with fingernail tracks.
Ireena slips along with Vaelar, her blessed pendant of the Morning Lord in full view.
Vaelar can see a small woman in black-blue enamelled armour, a morning star in hand that appeared to be a thurible as well, and a longsword. She is cutting her way through a pack of ghouls tapping graves as she passes. As she knocks ghosts appear above the graves with Morninglord pendants glowing on their chests. Watching her back is the ghost of a dead priest holding a magical flaming sword and his pendant of Lathander in front of him. Every ghoul he touches screams and jerks away. She is grossly outnumbered even with the priests help.
Illmirth
Illmirth raised his arm, a dagger gleaming in the magical light. He thought to throw athe blade at the lit up ghoul, but another wave of nausea negates the advantage his spell granted. With a grimace and a dry heave, the bard thought better of it.
Raising his arms to the sky, he chanted softly and seemed to pull radiant flames from the sky to descend on the undead priest.
***OoC: Sacred flame DEX 13 or 7 radiant***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Father Donavich
He becomes engulfed momentarily in radiant flames, snarling as he tried to escape them. Thick black clotted blood oozes from his torso.
Vaelar
Vaelar springs into action. He's not sure he will be able to cull the entire pack of ghouls, but maybe he can cut a path free for the woman and they can flee together.
As he darts forward, he calls out to the dark magic of the land, and shadows crawl up the wretched body of the nearest ghoul. His blades flash in a flurry of strikes, but in his haste his swings are sloppy.
"You must flee," he urges the woman.
Bonus Action: Hunter's Mark
Action: Shortsword attack: 10. Likely misses, but 10 slashing and 5 force damage just in case. Scimitar off-hand with nick weapon mastery attack: 9. Also probably misses. 9 slashing and 3 force.
DM
The woman sees what he does with his power, then nods at him. The pendant on her breastplate was of a sun with a red gem in the middle. At her words it lit from within creating a huge circle of red divine light. The ghouls shied away from it.
Join me to set this cemetery once again to rest peacefully. I can not cleanse the Chapel but this is my domain! I'm sending the restless dead back to their peaceful sleep. She turns back to fighting for each step around the graveyard, her thurible crushing skulls as it swung, her sword shining in blue light along the blade.
The ghostly priest following her looked at Vaelar as if weighing his soul, then Vaelar heard his voice in his mind. Come Dhampir hunter.
The Ravens put up a raucous cry and several of them dived to the Clerics aid, flying acrobats that bit out the eyes of the ghouls nearest to her, making them flail around.
Murdock
The Paladin wrinkles his nose, equal parts disgust and disappointment, then raises his amulet and his sword high. Light bathes the horrors of the building, yet illuminates the scene, that hopefully no more nasty surprises lurk in the gloom. It's a disgrace he cannot fathom. The priest most of all. Regardless of his power alone, a priest of the Dawn guards against undeath and vampires, yet in his loss of faith, this fool had allowed the Morning Lord's house to fall into such twisted taint.
Murdocks' blood boils, his grip tightens. He had sought to call attention to himself, draw the enemy's attention to him. Instead, the site of the altar leaves him enraged. His voice, typically hoarse and croaked, booms out, loud and clear, an edge of rage to his voice. He levels his amulet upon the ghoul, his sermon an incantation for holy strength, and fires a powerful bolt. Even before it leaves his hand, he knows it will not hit. It matters not. At least, it should.
But the ferocity of his faith keeps him from caring. Voice booming, he strides forth, waving his blade. He dares the creature step his way, in the range of his blade...
**Guiding Bolt to hit with adv: 8/8 (still missed)**
DM
Donavich hisses at the Paladin taking a step towards him instead of concentrating on Lorelei. Your strength will heal me, come closer, ever so closer and we'll see, chop chop and it will all be over.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair barely decflects the meatcleaver with her radiant shield, and recalling her training she swiftly draws her sword and with a prayer to her deity it bursts into a divine flame and she lets it swing in a wide arc, slashing down at the undead priest.
(Cast True Strike, Blade Ward and Light active)
Longsword: 24 Radiant: 11