Round two
(this is preceded by round one, followed by round three)
Remaining single-minded on the idea of beating down the wizard,
Look attacks
Lyrel twice.
Look's balance is thrown off by all the hits he's taken, but his second kick stomps solidly on
Lyrel's chest, lifting her up slightly and knocking the wind out of her.
Lyrel takes 5 bludgeoning damage!
Morton steps back into view from behind the tree trunk and opens himself to the
Fiend once more. The searing heat rolls down
Morton's arm and explodes out of his palm, blasting a shockwave across the sanctuary toward one of the
evil monks...but the attack goes wide!
Aanbo demonstrates
Earthshaker superiority; even as the human monk
Look is dodging his staff,
Aanbo lunges in, connecting with the man's chest with a solid palm strike.
Look takes 4 bludgeoning damage and staggers, gasping!
Chase attempts to stab
Mok while his focus is divided, by the monk assailant undulates around the blade with each swing.
Sensing his target has little stamina remaining,
Chon attacks
Arya, but his confidence has been shaken by the ridicule he's endured. Getting back into the rhythm of the
Windreaper forms,
Chon follows this up with a series of fist strikes...but
Myrtha is there, adding her shield to Mother Arkon's defense, and none of the blows connect with the reeling cleric.
Taking advantage of
Mok's focus on
Chase,
Ember perforates the enemy monk with a stab in the back!
Mok takes 12 piercing damage!
The
acolyte says
"It will be easier for you once you just accept that life with Her is better. See the light!" He casts
Sacred Flame on
Arya, but
Pelor grants her the insight to step out of the path of the beam of searing light that shines down from the ceiling of the sanctuary.
"We don't want to hurt you, but we have to if you don't come willingly to Her arms. Don't worry, though: She accepts you even if you're damaged."
Mok kicks back at
Ember as he punches with both fists at
Chase.
Ember takes 7 bludgeoning damage!
Chase takes 5 bludgeoning damage!
Lyrel lunges past
Aanbo and sinks her short sword up under
Look's ribs.
Look takes 8 damage and dies!
"Take that one alive!" Myrtha shouts to the room, nodding her head behind her at the acolyte without taking her eyes off of the monk in front of her. She stabs and batters at
Chon, but the monk blocks or dodges each swing.
"We need him to tell us where they keep their captives!"
Arya nods. With no energy left to pray for more powerful boons (out of spell slots), she sees the wisdom in neutralizing her counterpart, the
acolyte. Besides, her blood seethes with the war god's passion for victory, and the acolyte just called on some unholy power to sear her as if she was some evil, unclean thing. Her full lips compress in a thin line and her almond-shaped soulful brown eyes narrow in fury.
"I'll show you that the brides of Pelor are not to be roused!" Still shapely under all that armor,
Arya rolls her shoulders and tightens her grip on her huge warhammer as she steps toward the
acolyte and away from
Chon, confident that the other warrior woman, her "big sister"
Myrtha, will watch her back. But
Chon makes an attempt to hit her anyway.
Myrtha's shield interposes, but
Chon steps up off the shield, jumps, and spins - classic
Windreaper style - and his
other foot kicks over
Myrtha's shield and catches
Arya in the back of the head!
Arya takes 4 bludgeoning damage and flips over onto her face, dying again!
"Who? Orc-face over there?" Ferranzo is having a hard time focusing on the
acolyte for some reason - his eyes keep slipping off of him to focus on one of the monks - but as he moves closer to the tree trunk that has incongruously been used as a column, he forces himself to keep his eyes on the man.
"I'm talking to you, flea brain. Sir ‘too weak to fight’ is only useful as a greeter. Basically an ugly doormat. Cowardly but not smart enough to run. That’s an unfortunate combination for him."
The acolyte takes 1 psychic damage and will have DISADV if he attacks before the end of his turn next round.
Eugenios saunters over to stand by the door, fingering a rose petal drawn from a pouch.
The
acolyte's eyes flutter and close. Then he slumps to the ground, fast asleep.
21 - Look Dead
20 - Morton (15/15)
18 - Aanbo (25/27)
13 - Chase (12/17)
13 - Chon (-5)
12 - Ember (2/12)
12- Acolyte Asleep, Sanctuary, Mocked (-1)
11 - Mok (-14)
10 - Lyrel (6/13) Mage armor
9 - Myrtha (29/30)
6 - Arya (0/19) Dying
6 - Ferranzo (8/8)
5 - Eugenios (8/8)