Round Four
(this is preceded by round three)
Morton reluctantly sets the unconscious
Arya down again, then stands up, moving away from his crush while glaring at the
Merikkan monk
Chon. His rage boils over into another call to the
Fiend, sending another concussion at the man.
"Die, you scud!" He gestures mockingly to the monk.
"Take me!"
Chon takes 15 force damage.
Aanbo clobbers
Mok with his staff, but the
Windreaper monk avoids his kicks.
Mok takes 7 non-lethal bludgeoning damage!
Chase pulls, nocks, draws, and looses another arrow, but
Mok ducks down and the arrow whistles past everyone and shatters on the granite wall beyond them.
Chon smiles at
Myrtha, gives a little bow and spins away,
Disengaging and blurring toward
Morton.
"Thank you for the invitation!" he quips as his foot speeds at the warlock's head. But
Ferranzo's words still stick in his head, and his kick is short of
Morton's temple; the wind of the blow ruffles his hair.
Chon follows up with a second kick which kicks into
Morton's ribs.
Morton takes 7 bludgeoning damage!
As he is struck,
Morton releases a gout of flame as a
Hellish Rebuke, searing
Chon!
Chon takes 3 fire damage!
As
Mok sways from that hit,
Ember stabs him again with a swift rapier strike.
Mok takes 11 piercing damage!
As the blood sprays,
Aanbo rolls his eyes and sighs; is no one listening to him?
Mok staggers, but continues to be focused on
Lyrel with her flaming sword. Her teeth clack together as a punch connects with her chin.
Lyrel takes 4 bludgeoning damage!
Lyrel continues her dance of the flaming blade with
Mok. It sure looks impressive how the green flames draw a curtain of flame before
Mok's face. It doesn't hit him, but it continues to draw his attention.
Myrtha follows
Chon, worried that
Morton is taking a big risk by drawing the monk's ire but grateful that the warlock has occupied the monk's attention long enough for her to plunge her spear into his back.
Chon takes 7 piercing damage and dies impaled on Myrtha's magic spear.
Arya remains slumped on the tiles, her formerly-flawless olive skin pale in the lamplight.
"Stinky!" Ferranzo directs his scorn at
Mok.
"I hear they call you the ‘the skunky monk.’ They have to fumigate the temple every time you leave it. You’re known for your odor, not your order. Your foul trail is so strong you worry about tripping over it. Watch those stained feet of yours."
Mok is concerned; nothing She ever said involved his odor. He has always taken great pains on maintaining his personal hygiene; were people really talking about him behind his back?
Mok takes 2 psychic damage.
Eugenios forms another hand chill with the cold from the grave. It's been his go-to spell for apprehending suspects for years; when he sees the opening, he forms the hand almost automatically. The hand flies across the sanctuary and clutches onto the back of
Mok's neck, immediately draining the life from him. Whoops!
Mok takes 3 necrotic damage and falls to the ground, shriveled and dead.
For having survived the fight with the cultists in the sanctuary of the Temple of Merikka,
each PC gains 85 XP.
21 - Look Dead
20 - Morton (8/15)
18 - Aanbo (19/27)
13 - Chase (6/17)
13 - Chon Dead
12 - Ember (7/12)
12- Acolyte Asleep, Sanctuary (-1)
11 - Mok (Dead)
10 - Lyrel (2/13) Mage armor
9 - Myrtha (23/30)
6 - Arya (0/19) Stable
6 - Ferranzo (8/8)
5 - Eugenios (8/8)