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<blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 2172531" data-attributes="member: 3448"><p>The priest hurried down and flung open the door to the kitchen. The two dogs charged into the room, sprawling on the grease and sliding to the opposite wall. One actually passed through the illusion: a towering figure, dressed entirely in black including a black cowl covering his face. The only bits of color in the image were red gloves, the silvery glint of torture instruments, and a giant red blood-drop at the tip of the large downward arrow on the surplice that covered his heavy spiked plate armor. As the priest entered, the faux Inquisitor raised his vicious black flail that seemed to radiate darkness.</p><p></p><p>"I thought it was only a matter of time before that wereboar moved against me. But I expected her to come with a druid, a Gunnoran, or perhaps even one of those Glordiadelian knights in their shiny armor. I never thought she'd have the guts to bring the Inquisition. No matter-- we'll eat plenty of pork to commemorate your death anyway." The priest raised his hand and gestured towards the illusion. A massive wave of concussive force roared across the kitchen. One of the dogs, still reeling from having slid on the grease into the wall, was flung into the wall again and crushed to a pulp. But the illusion just stepped forward while the real warriors leapt out of their hiding places to attack. Alistair lashed at the priest with his spiked chain, taking advantage of his magically enhanced size to strike from a full fifteen feet away. Dame Brionna charged the priest, proving that the priest was right to expect a Glordiadelian knight, while Delbon and Kit remained hiding, waiting for an opportunity to effectively strike at the priest.</p><p></p><p>Stithis, meanwhile, hacked at the metal bars protecting the psicrystal. His first few blows did not break the bars, but the mortar holding them into the wall began to crack.</p><p></p><p>The next half-minute brought chaos and carnage to the kitchen. The priest surprised everyone by flinging groups of magic missiles at Alistair and Brionna. The mastiff savaged Alistair despite his best efforts to keep it at bay with his spiked chain. Kit jumped into the fight to aid Alistair by flanking the dog and inflicting brutal wounds with her dagger. Just as the dog finally collapsed, Alistair, barely standing despite his wounds, lashed out at the priest. In his weakened state, however, he could not handle his weapon effectively, and one of the barbs on the chain caught on his belt buckle, causing his pants to fall about his feet and toppling him to the ground, barely conscious.</p><p></p><p>Stithis finally broke through the bars. Seizing the pulsating psicrystal, he flew at top speed through a narrow window. The psicrystal might break if dropped to the ground within the castle, but a few seconds of flight would take him beyond the cliff. The extra sixty feet to the rocks below would surely doom the crystal, just as it had the Count's son.</p><p></p><p>The priest cocked his head, sensing his psicrystal's movement. "Clever, trying to distract me that way. No matter; after I've finished you off, I'll have my revenge on your little airy friend." He gestured again, striking Dame Brionna with another barrage of magic missiles. Another such attack would surely finish her.</p><p></p><p>Kit looked around in desperation. They were moments from disaster-- if the priest had more spells he could cast, it would not take him long to kill or defeat the rest of them. Still, she couldn't abandon her friends... Kit leapt onto the countertop, rolling beneath the hanging pots and pans before launching herself through the air from the edge of the counter past the priest. She landed nimbly behind him and then lunged up towards his throat. With a savage hack of her silver dagger, she slashed most of the way through the priests neck, nearly decapitating him and saving her friends. At the same moment, Stithis finally cleared the cliff and flung the psicrystal down to the rocks below, where it shattered and its inner light faded away.</p><p></p><p>Dame Brionna staggered across the room to Alistair and, after laying on hands to close his wounds, flung her cloak over the lower parts of his body to preserve his modesty from Kit's curious view. As Stithis returned, the group carefully healed their wounds and finished hacking off the priest's head, just to be sure.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cerebral Paladin, post: 2172531, member: 3448"] The priest hurried down and flung open the door to the kitchen. The two dogs charged into the room, sprawling on the grease and sliding to the opposite wall. One actually passed through the illusion: a towering figure, dressed entirely in black including a black cowl covering his face. The only bits of color in the image were red gloves, the silvery glint of torture instruments, and a giant red blood-drop at the tip of the large downward arrow on the surplice that covered his heavy spiked plate armor. As the priest entered, the faux Inquisitor raised his vicious black flail that seemed to radiate darkness. "I thought it was only a matter of time before that wereboar moved against me. But I expected her to come with a druid, a Gunnoran, or perhaps even one of those Glordiadelian knights in their shiny armor. I never thought she'd have the guts to bring the Inquisition. No matter-- we'll eat plenty of pork to commemorate your death anyway." The priest raised his hand and gestured towards the illusion. A massive wave of concussive force roared across the kitchen. One of the dogs, still reeling from having slid on the grease into the wall, was flung into the wall again and crushed to a pulp. But the illusion just stepped forward while the real warriors leapt out of their hiding places to attack. Alistair lashed at the priest with his spiked chain, taking advantage of his magically enhanced size to strike from a full fifteen feet away. Dame Brionna charged the priest, proving that the priest was right to expect a Glordiadelian knight, while Delbon and Kit remained hiding, waiting for an opportunity to effectively strike at the priest. Stithis, meanwhile, hacked at the metal bars protecting the psicrystal. His first few blows did not break the bars, but the mortar holding them into the wall began to crack. The next half-minute brought chaos and carnage to the kitchen. The priest surprised everyone by flinging groups of magic missiles at Alistair and Brionna. The mastiff savaged Alistair despite his best efforts to keep it at bay with his spiked chain. Kit jumped into the fight to aid Alistair by flanking the dog and inflicting brutal wounds with her dagger. Just as the dog finally collapsed, Alistair, barely standing despite his wounds, lashed out at the priest. In his weakened state, however, he could not handle his weapon effectively, and one of the barbs on the chain caught on his belt buckle, causing his pants to fall about his feet and toppling him to the ground, barely conscious. Stithis finally broke through the bars. Seizing the pulsating psicrystal, he flew at top speed through a narrow window. The psicrystal might break if dropped to the ground within the castle, but a few seconds of flight would take him beyond the cliff. The extra sixty feet to the rocks below would surely doom the crystal, just as it had the Count's son. The priest cocked his head, sensing his psicrystal's movement. "Clever, trying to distract me that way. No matter; after I've finished you off, I'll have my revenge on your little airy friend." He gestured again, striking Dame Brionna with another barrage of magic missiles. Another such attack would surely finish her. Kit looked around in desperation. They were moments from disaster-- if the priest had more spells he could cast, it would not take him long to kill or defeat the rest of them. Still, she couldn't abandon her friends... Kit leapt onto the countertop, rolling beneath the hanging pots and pans before launching herself through the air from the edge of the counter past the priest. She landed nimbly behind him and then lunged up towards his throat. With a savage hack of her silver dagger, she slashed most of the way through the priests neck, nearly decapitating him and saving her friends. At the same moment, Stithis finally cleared the cliff and flung the psicrystal down to the rocks below, where it shattered and its inner light faded away. Dame Brionna staggered across the room to Alistair and, after laying on hands to close his wounds, flung her cloak over the lower parts of his body to preserve his modesty from Kit's curious view. As Stithis returned, the group carefully healed their wounds and finished hacking off the priest's head, just to be sure. [/QUOTE]
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