Death's End IC II

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Arran: "A soldier? I knew I could count on you." Vasher nods appreciatively, before leading you and Kender towards the door on the far side of the chamber. The high priest has said nothing this entire exchange, but you can tell that he seems more confident than he did just a minute ago.

As you're moving, you hear something. The earpiece buzzes faintly, and you can make out a kind of distortion as Ben's message makes it through. Now. One spotted, sword and scales, Painted House, Now.


Ben: Before you have the opportunity to do anything at all, the whisper gnome atop the roof fires off another arrow. Thankfully, this one flies completely astray and strikes the cobblestone street harmlessly. Clambering across the roofs, Annas jumps headlong off into the street, casting a spell at a moment's thought. She drifts and lands not far away, moving across your field of vision and takes up a position on your right flank. Which leaves you, wounded, with a massive dragon and a deadly gnome in the middle of the street. What will you do?

Spoiler: OOC

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Rolling another ranged attack for Annas, the damage from said attack, and she's using Feather Fall in coordination with her jumping off the roof in order to set herself up close to you. She's still got her bow out, and she can't hide in natural daylight.

Attack: (1d20+11)[12] for (1d6)[6] plus (5d6)[23] with 11 extra damage.

Lirian: It takes a little while, but you finally manage to unearth your first corpse on your own. You haven't seen any signs of the Guardians yet, but Maniakh himself is not far away. He beckons you over to a sizeable patch of dirt, cleared of any kind of brush and vacant of tombstones.

"If you want them to be born stronger, set them down here." You can see him working on something. In his hands, he carries what looks like a vial of water and some silvery dust. He mutters a malediction under his breath, and releases the items to spill on the ground around him. The divine energy of the spell is released. It works its way into the soil at your feet slowly, darkening the ground until it looks almost black. You can feel the negative energy pulsing through the area, and Maniakh himself seems to be empowered by it. When he smiles this time, a maggot slips through a ragged hole in his throat.