OOC: Aldric's topple knocks the Lord of Lance Rock prone, which results in Rumble and Arkun's ranged attacks being made with disadvantage. Arkun's already missed, so only made a second roll for Rumble's attack, which was an 11.
Rolls:
Magic Missile Damage (3rd Level) vs. Aldric: 19
DM Screen:
19/39
Rumble is thrust back into consciousness by Rylan's healing, the brightness of Melek's light spell harsh against his eyes as he scrambles to launch his axe toward the Lord of Lance Rock.
Aldric's axe should have cleaved the man in two, striking with enough force to carve through his arm and into his chest cavity. Some sort of arcane barrier flares up when the axe strikes, protecting the man from its edge but not its force, the strength of the blow knocking him to the ground, just as Rumble's axe flies into the space he left. His eyes wide with surprise, he aims the wand toward Aldric. The beams of force that fly straight up into Aldric's chest lift him off of the ground, and he crashes face first into the stone, unmoving.
Standing to his feet, the Lord of Lance Rock whips his head around, noting Rumble's advance and Melek's newfound blade. "Come on then!" he shouts, panting for breath. "I gave you a chance to leave, and you had your chance to take it! Now come meet your doom!"
Round 3 Order: Players <===== Lord of Lance Rock
Placement: All combatants are within movement range.
Health: The Lord of Lance Rock is wounded.
Aldric is unconscious and dying (0 successes, 0 failures). Rumble is grievously wounded.
Rylan sees Aldric on the ground and curses the fact that he has no healing left to provide.
His hands tremble with uncertainty as he charges toward The Lord of Lance Rock with his sword, hoping to deliver the a divinely empowered blow against the foe...
To hit: Natural 20 (25), Damage: 14 Slashing + Divine Smite (2 points <boo>14 extra radiant damage), plus "The Lord" is Sapped
Arkun looks down at Aldric who has fallen in front of him, saying "Not yet, you don't!" He points his staff at him and a mote of glowing white energy seems to surround him, he casts healing word on the fighter and before he fully awakens, he steps over his body to get to the Lord of Lance Rock. He swings his magically imbued staff at his head, hoping to bring the man down, striking right after Rylan hits him.
Bonus action : Healing word on Aldric, for 10points of healing.
Action : Shillelagh to the Lord of Lance Rock : 20 to hit, for 11 points of force damage.
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OOC: I've got relentless endurance, so I would have retained 1 hp. Twombley, I'd say you've still got your bonus action ... unless you want to go ahead and boost my hp.
It appears as though Aldric is sure to collapse under the force of the Lord's magic, but he lands with a grunt on one knee, looking about to topple, but still upright.
The half-orc glares at his foe from under his thick brow and takes in a deep, empowering breath. Another low rumble starts in the knight's chest.
Rising to his full height, he turns his body with a growing roar, lifting his arm and its axe in a rising arc and slicing into the man's groin from below.
Bonus: second wind: +8 hp (not marked - hp or feature use)
Still shaken as he was by the near death experience, Rumble hadn't been surprised at the sound metal clattering against stone following his attack. Even so, he cursed under breath all the same. And while eager to join the others in a renewed assault upon the 'Lord' of Lance Rock, especially after seeing Aldric nearly felled, the earth genasi stood there for a fighting to catch his breath. 'C'mon... C'mon...' He throught, teeth gritted as he tried to muster the righteous fury that helped him slay the skeleton's before. But, aside from a few cracks in the stonework that was his flesh briefly flaring with a greenish-yellow inner light, nothing comes of it.
Eventually -- Finally, he takes a deep breath, only to let out a roar of his own charged into the fray. Another handaxe finding its way from belt to hand as he quickly closed the distance ready to chop at the spellslinger's arm once more!
Free Action: Draw Handaxe.
Movement: Into Melee with Lord of Lance Rock(if possible, otherwise the below will be thrown and lethal attack)
Action: Handaxe at Lance Rock Lord. (Melee, Nonlethal)Handaxe - Attack #1: (Nat 20)25 For 13 slashing damage.
... Though then again, if the other's managed to finish the job well before the genasi could finish recuperating, then that roar would pitter out awkwardly within a few steps of the charge. "Is he... We... We get'em?" He would tack on as well even had the evidence should've been clear enough.
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Rylan and Arkun close in faster than the Lord of Lance Rock had been expecting. The end of his declaration follows an upward tick in inflection as he hurriedly shifts to a defensive mindset, his hands whirling in a semi-circle as Rylan closes the distance. A glowing barrier springs up around the man just in time, but the divine energy coursing through the paladin's blade rips through the barrier, shattering it into a glow of a thousand tiny points of light.
Rylan's blade cuts through the man's chest, with Arkun's shillelagh cracking his head in the opposite direction. Nearby, Aldric stirs, surviving the pain of the necromancer's missiles. The Lord of Lance Rock does not, struggling for breath as he bleeds out onto the cavern floor.
OOC: Each character has gained 90 XP for defeating the Lord of Lance Rock!
Some incredible rolls to close that combat out. Since he was dead after Arkun's turn, Aldric can hold on to that Second Wind if he wishes - if not, I'll update the sheet.
Rylan kicks the wand away from "The Lord" and holds his sword out, ready in case the necromancer begins to re-animate like one of his projects.
"What sort of being is this?"Rylan asks to the room at large,"To forge such perversions out of mortal flesh... And to what purpose? It's as perplexing as it is unsettling..."
Coming a bit more to his senses, he adds, "I suppose we should find his quarters. See if there is any more worth knowing about his actions. Though I'm anxious to leave this foul place as soon as we can."
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"I couldn't agree more with ya there, Sir Rylan. But, it's like what ya said. We find his quarters or next best thing, and Tyr willing we find at least some answers."Rumble agreed between still somewhat labored breaths. But, after taking a deep breath and a bout of coughing, he began to breath a little easier.
"Though, if any of his horrors are still lurking about, we might wanna find some place we can at least hold up and catch our breaths 'fore we clear the rest of this place. Right, Sir Aldric?" He turned to the Orc, and had there been a need to, went over to offer the Orc a hand back to his feet. Otherwise, be it out of curiosity or concern, Rumble spares the formerly bound man(Melek), a brief nod, before turning his attention to finding the wand Rylan kicked away.
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Arkun walks closer, tilting his head at an odd angle, then kneels down and starts to search through the pockets of the Lord of Lance Rock. "Odd fellow. Raving on and on about that symbol over there. Wonder what drove him mad? That he sought power and company in dead things... not natural." He pokes through the pockets, then looks over at Rumble looking on the ground for the wand.
Investigation : 9
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OOC: Need the hp, so I'll keep the use of second wind.
Aldric's roar dies in his throat and he lets his arm slowly relax as he sees the "lord" fall before Rylan and Arkun. Standing at a slight angle, staring at the fallen foe — his old lungs pumping hard — he is roused by Rumble's question.
The old knight turns to look at the novice, and he gives what might could pass for a smile. "Right ... young Siltskin." He reaches out and rests a heavy hand on Rumble's shoulder for a second before fully rallying.
Turning toward Melek, the half-orc introduces himself: "Sir Aldric Harthstone, marshal of Westbridge. Who are you, and why are you here?"
He is tall — six and a half feet — and broad of neck, shoulders, chest, limbs and belly. His muscles are still large, but softer now. His face is lined with wrinkles, and he has white scruff on his temples and cheeks. He has dark green skin, yellowed tusks, and armor that is old yet well cared for. His shield has the faded emblem of the Knights of Samular.
Melek stands silent and stoic, sword still at the ready, watching the still figure of the Lord of Lance Rock until it is clear he is not about to rise. Turning at the orc's greeting, Melek dismisses his sword, which vanishes in a puff of mist, along with the distant sound of singing, before placing one fist over his heart and bowing respectfully, one knee to the earth...
Greetings, Sir Aldric Hearthstone. And my greetings and gratitude to thee and thy companions.
Then rising again he continues:
I am called Melek Al-Makhdu, humble Cheval of the Order of the Gauntlet. I was led to this place by divine inspiration, seeking the evil that dwells here. Alas, I regret I was not strong enough to face it alone, and was overcome. If not for thine arrival, I fear I might have become another of his victims.
Even in his dishevelled and semi-clothed state, Melek stands tall and proud, a slender 6'3" with penetrating dark eyes to contrast his pale skin and long, white, hair.
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"Greetings, Melek Al-Makhdu," the old knight replies coolly, but not unkindly. "This mountain is full of evil at every turn. I'm not surprised you were overcome. None of us would have faired any better going it alone, I would wager."
Aldric marches over to the tapestry that hid the Lord. He pulls it aside to see if there is a chamber hidden behind it.
"Did you have armor, or are you in the habit of fighting bare chested?" he asks over his shoulder.
If there is nothing but stone behind the tapestry, he will move around the room, looking behind each for any secrets. Between each, he can't help but give the strange sigil the side eye.
Rumble senses that the wand is no ordinary spell focus. There is a wondrous craftsmanship to it, even outside of his grasp.
Aldric finds a series of niches hidden behind the tapestries, containing food, drink, supplies, clothes, bedding, and valuables among them.
As Arkun walks over to the Lord of Lance Rock and digs through his pockets, the man shudders, still twitching in his death throes. The druid feels nothing in his pockets, but pulls his hand back suddenly from an intense heat that erupts around the man, coating him in black flame. In a matter of seconds, the Lord of Lance Rock is entirely consumed by the flame, which quickly dwindles to nothing - along with a sound like a plaintive wail, the self-proclaimed Lord has vanished along with the flame.
Arkun jumps back quickly as the Lord of Lance Rock turns to ash, his face fascinated and disgusted by what occurs. He slowly turns his head, taking in the conversation behind him. “Odd… what magic caused that…”. He shoots a glance at the sigil on the wall. He turns toward Melek and says “Hello, Melek. My name is Arkun. I can heal you further, but I’d rather hold onto my last remaining magic until we see the path out of this horrible place. Let’s see what else we can find that won’t burst into flame…”
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Rumble stares at the wand for a lengthy moment, his bushy brows of moss furrowing in worry while studying it. But, in sensing no underlying malice radiating from it after a time, he would finally sigh in relief while tucking it away in his backpack. Whether it was the scent of burning flesh or any initial noise of surprise from Arkun, Rumble nonetheless nearly gave himself whiplash from whipping around to see what just went down.
"What in the ninez..!?"He muttered, having at best caught only the tail end of the Lord of Lance Rock's immolation and disappearance. "U-uh... Hmn, that, uhh.... Well that happened. Didn't know that guy was fiend, but sure would explain a lot."Rumble further commented on, before once again taking in Melek. "Uhh, by the way. The name is Rumble. Rumble Siltskin, a, uh, novice of the knights of Samular. Usually I'd observe other formalities, but I think if I were to offer so much as a bow right now I might just fall over completely." He tries to jest, and even chuckled a little himself before a pained grunt cuts him off.
Even so, Rumble, an earth genasi judging by the living grey stone for flesh and moss for hair, fought through the pain to stand at his full six foot and change in height, and meet Melek's gaze with warm but tired blue eyes. "You know I met someone back in town apart of the Order -- y-your order, to be exact. And I'm sure he'd be happy to hear from one of his own."
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Arkun finishes examining each of them, looking for signs of injury, acute needs for healing. He binds any wounds or cuts that he can.
Medicine : 7
“Well, should we be off, head out of here? Let’s look at that other room where he was working. Anyone know what to make of that strange magical looking eye on the wall?”
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Rylan takes his measure of Melek while feeling the areas where his wounds recently healed thanks to the newcomer's spell. "What divinity do you serve if I may ask? Because, whoever it is, I am in their debt."
The words are hardly out of his mouth before the flames erupt and consume "The Lord". Rylan instinctively reaches for his sword again.
"Lady help us!" He shouts in shock.
In response to Arkun's query, Rylan looks to the eye. "Perhaps we should just smash the thing for good measure... but I'm eager to leave this wretched place as soon as we can."
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OOC: Aldric's topple knocks the Lord of Lance Rock prone, which results in Rumble and Arkun's ranged attacks being made with disadvantage. Arkun's already missed, so only made a second roll for Rumble's attack, which was an 11.
Rolls:
DM Screen:
Rumble is thrust back into consciousness by Rylan's healing, the brightness of Melek's light spell harsh against his eyes as he scrambles to launch his axe toward the Lord of Lance Rock.
Aldric's axe should have cleaved the man in two, striking with enough force to carve through his arm and into his chest cavity. Some sort of arcane barrier flares up when the axe strikes, protecting the man from its edge but not its force, the strength of the blow knocking him to the ground, just as Rumble's axe flies into the space he left. His eyes wide with surprise, he aims the wand toward Aldric. The beams of force that fly straight up into Aldric's chest lift him off of the ground, and he crashes face first into the stone, unmoving.
Standing to his feet, the Lord of Lance Rock whips his head around, noting Rumble's advance and Melek's newfound blade. "Come on then!" he shouts, panting for breath. "I gave you a chance to leave, and you had your chance to take it! Now come meet your doom!"
Round 3 Order:
Players <=====
Lord of Lance Rock
Placement:
All combatants are within movement range.
Health:
The Lord of Lance Rock is wounded.
Aldric is unconscious and dying (0 successes, 0 failures).
Rumble is grievously wounded.
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Rylan sees Aldric on the ground and curses the fact that he has no healing left to provide.
His hands tremble with uncertainty as he charges toward The Lord of Lance Rock with his sword, hoping to deliver the a divinely empowered blow against the foe...
To hit: Natural 20 (25), Damage: 14 Slashing + Divine Smite (
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Arkun looks down at Aldric who has fallen in front of him, saying "Not yet, you don't!" He points his staff at him and a mote of glowing white energy seems to surround him, he casts healing word on the fighter and before he fully awakens, he steps over his body to get to the Lord of Lance Rock. He swings his magically imbued staff at his head, hoping to bring the man down, striking right after Rylan hits him.
Bonus action : Healing word on Aldric, for 10 points of healing.
Action : Shillelagh to the Lord of Lance Rock : 20 to hit, for 11 points of force damage.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
OOC: I've got relentless endurance, so I would have retained 1 hp. Twombley, I'd say you've still got your bonus action ... unless you want to go ahead and boost my hp.
It appears as though Aldric is sure to collapse under the force of the Lord's magic, but he lands with a grunt on one knee, looking about to topple, but still upright.
The half-orc glares at his foe from under his thick brow and takes in a deep, empowering breath. Another low rumble starts in the knight's chest.
Rising to his full height, he turns his body with a growing roar, lifting his arm and its axe in a rising arc and slicing into the man's groin from below.
Bonus: second wind: +8 hp (not marked - hp or feature use)
Attack: dirty 20; damage: 5; no topple this time
((If that is the case, Arkun would hold onto his healing word.))
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Still shaken as he was by the near death experience, Rumble hadn't been surprised at the sound metal clattering against stone following his attack. Even so, he cursed under breath all the same. And while eager to join the others in a renewed assault upon the 'Lord' of Lance Rock, especially after seeing Aldric nearly felled, the earth genasi stood there for a fighting to catch his breath. 'C'mon... C'mon...' He throught, teeth gritted as he tried to muster the righteous fury that helped him slay the skeleton's before. But, aside from a few cracks in the stonework that was his flesh briefly flaring with a greenish-yellow inner light, nothing comes of it.
Eventually -- Finally, he takes a deep breath, only to let out a roar of his own charged into the fray. Another handaxe finding its way from belt to hand as he quickly closed the distance ready to chop at the spellslinger's arm once more!
Free Action: Draw Handaxe.
Movement: Into Melee with Lord of Lance Rock(if possible, otherwise the below will be thrown and lethal attack)
Action: Handaxe at Lance Rock Lord.
(Melee, Nonlethal)Handaxe - Attack #1: (Nat 20)25 For 13 slashing damage.
... Though then again, if the other's managed to finish the job well before the genasi could finish recuperating, then that roar would pitter out awkwardly within a few steps of the charge. "Is he... We... We get'em?" He would tack on as well even had the evidence should've been clear enough.
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Rylan and Arkun close in faster than the Lord of Lance Rock had been expecting. The end of his declaration follows an upward tick in inflection as he hurriedly shifts to a defensive mindset, his hands whirling in a semi-circle as Rylan closes the distance. A glowing barrier springs up around the man just in time, but the divine energy coursing through the paladin's blade rips through the barrier, shattering it into a glow of a thousand tiny points of light.
Rylan's blade cuts through the man's chest, with Arkun's shillelagh cracking his head in the opposite direction. Nearby, Aldric stirs, surviving the pain of the necromancer's missiles. The Lord of Lance Rock does not, struggling for breath as he bleeds out onto the cavern floor.
OOC: Each character has gained 90 XP for defeating the Lord of Lance Rock!
Some incredible rolls to close that combat out. Since he was dead after Arkun's turn, Aldric can hold on to that Second Wind if he wishes - if not, I'll update the sheet.
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Rylan kicks the wand away from "The Lord" and holds his sword out, ready in case the necromancer begins to re-animate like one of his projects.
"What sort of being is this?" Rylan asks to the room at large, "To forge such perversions out of mortal flesh... And to what purpose? It's as perplexing as it is unsettling..."
Coming a bit more to his senses, he adds, "I suppose we should find his quarters. See if there is any more worth knowing about his actions. Though I'm anxious to leave this foul place as soon as we can."
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"I couldn't agree more with ya there, Sir Rylan. But, it's like what ya said. We find his quarters or next best thing, and Tyr willing we find at least some answers." Rumble agreed between still somewhat labored breaths. But, after taking a deep breath and a bout of coughing, he began to breath a little easier.
"Though, if any of his horrors are still lurking about, we might wanna find some place we can at least hold up and catch our breaths 'fore we clear the rest of this place. Right, Sir Aldric?" He turned to the Orc, and had there been a need to, went over to offer the Orc a hand back to his feet. Otherwise, be it out of curiosity or concern, Rumble spares the formerly bound man(Melek), a brief nod, before turning his attention to finding the wand Rylan kicked away.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Arkun walks closer, tilting his head at an odd angle, then kneels down and starts to search through the pockets of the Lord of Lance Rock. "Odd fellow. Raving on and on about that symbol over there. Wonder what drove him mad? That he sought power and company in dead things... not natural." He pokes through the pockets, then looks over at Rumble looking on the ground for the wand.
Investigation : 9
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
OOC: Need the hp, so I'll keep the use of second wind.
Aldric's roar dies in his throat and he lets his arm slowly relax as he sees the "lord" fall before Rylan and Arkun. Standing at a slight angle, staring at the fallen foe — his old lungs pumping hard — he is roused by Rumble's question.
The old knight turns to look at the novice, and he gives what might could pass for a smile. "Right ... young Siltskin." He reaches out and rests a heavy hand on Rumble's shoulder for a second before fully rallying.
Turning toward Melek, the half-orc introduces himself: "Sir Aldric Harthstone, marshal of Westbridge. Who are you, and why are you here?"
He is tall — six and a half feet — and broad of neck, shoulders, chest, limbs and belly. His muscles are still large, but softer now. His face is lined with wrinkles, and he has white scruff on his temples and cheeks. He has dark green skin, yellowed tusks, and armor that is old yet well cared for. His shield has the faded emblem of the Knights of Samular.
Melek stands silent and stoic, sword still at the ready, watching the still figure of the Lord of Lance Rock until it is clear he is not about to rise. Turning at the orc's greeting, Melek dismisses his sword, which vanishes in a puff of mist, along with the distant sound of singing, before placing one fist over his heart and bowing respectfully, one knee to the earth...
Greetings, Sir Aldric Hearthstone. And my greetings and gratitude to thee and thy companions.
Then rising again he continues:
I am called Melek Al-Makhdu, humble Cheval of the Order of the Gauntlet. I was led to this place by divine inspiration, seeking the evil that dwells here. Alas, I regret I was not strong enough to face it alone, and was overcome. If not for thine arrival, I fear I might have become another of his victims.
Even in his dishevelled and semi-clothed state, Melek stands tall and proud, a slender 6'3" with penetrating dark eyes to contrast his pale skin and long, white, hair.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"Greetings, Melek Al-Makhdu," the old knight replies coolly, but not unkindly. "This mountain is full of evil at every turn. I'm not surprised you were overcome. None of us would have faired any better going it alone, I would wager."
Aldric marches over to the tapestry that hid the Lord. He pulls it aside to see if there is a chamber hidden behind it.
"Did you have armor, or are you in the habit of fighting bare chested?" he asks over his shoulder.
If there is nothing but stone behind the tapestry, he will move around the room, looking behind each for any secrets. Between each, he can't help but give the strange sigil the side eye.
Rumble senses that the wand is no ordinary spell focus. There is a wondrous craftsmanship to it, even outside of his grasp.
Aldric finds a series of niches hidden behind the tapestries, containing food, drink, supplies, clothes, bedding, and valuables among them.
As Arkun walks over to the Lord of Lance Rock and digs through his pockets, the man shudders, still twitching in his death throes. The druid feels nothing in his pockets, but pulls his hand back suddenly from an intense heat that erupts around the man, coating him in black flame. In a matter of seconds, the Lord of Lance Rock is entirely consumed by the flame, which quickly dwindles to nothing - along with a sound like a plaintive wail, the self-proclaimed Lord has vanished along with the flame.
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Arkun jumps back quickly as the Lord of Lance Rock turns to ash, his face fascinated and disgusted by what occurs. He slowly turns his head, taking in the conversation behind him. “Odd… what magic caused that…”. He shoots a glance at the sigil on the wall. He turns toward Melek and says “Hello, Melek. My name is Arkun. I can heal you further, but I’d rather hold onto my last remaining magic until we see the path out of this horrible place. Let’s see what else we can find that won’t burst into flame…”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Aldric will add to his pack everything of use he finds that can be transported.
Rumble stares at the wand for a lengthy moment, his bushy brows of moss furrowing in worry while studying it. But, in sensing no underlying malice radiating from it after a time, he would finally sigh in relief while tucking it away in his backpack. Whether it was the scent of burning flesh or any initial noise of surprise from Arkun, Rumble nonetheless nearly gave himself whiplash from whipping around to see what just went down.
"What in the ninez..!?" He muttered, having at best caught only the tail end of the Lord of Lance Rock's immolation and disappearance. "U-uh... Hmn, that, uhh.... Well that happened. Didn't know that guy was fiend, but sure would explain a lot." Rumble further commented on, before once again taking in Melek. "Uhh, by the way. The name is Rumble. Rumble Siltskin, a, uh, novice of the knights of Samular. Usually I'd observe other formalities, but I think if I were to offer so much as a bow right now I might just fall over completely." He tries to jest, and even chuckled a little himself before a pained grunt cuts him off.
Even so, Rumble, an earth genasi judging by the living grey stone for flesh and moss for hair, fought through the pain to stand at his full six foot and change in height, and meet Melek's gaze with warm but tired blue eyes. "You know I met someone back in town apart of the Order -- y-your order, to be exact. And I'm sure he'd be happy to hear from one of his own."
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Arkun finishes examining each of them, looking for signs of injury, acute needs for healing. He binds any wounds or cuts that he can.
Medicine : 7
“Well, should we be off, head out of here? Let’s look at that other room where he was working. Anyone know what to make of that strange magical looking eye on the wall?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Rylan takes his measure of Melek while feeling the areas where his wounds recently healed thanks to the newcomer's spell. "What divinity do you serve if I may ask? Because, whoever it is, I am in their debt."
The words are hardly out of his mouth before the flames erupt and consume "The Lord". Rylan instinctively reaches for his sword again.
"Lady help us!" He shouts in shock.
In response to Arkun's query, Rylan looks to the eye. "Perhaps we should just smash the thing for good measure... but I'm eager to leave this wretched place as soon as we can."
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"