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I charge the sniper on the ground. Move: O10 Standard: Basic Melee

I ready myself against the oncoming drake and rider. I take a defensive position next to the large rock in front of me and prepare to attack if the rider comes by. Ready action: Invigorating Smite Trigger: Rider/Drake come within melee range.

R5 is fine.

Let's light it up! My sword burst into flame and I move forward and attack Gix. Move: R4 Minor: Divine Strength +3 to damage Standard: Fearsome Smite (+2 penalty to attacks EOMNT) Free Action: Flaming Long Sword Fire Damage (1d6 damage with +5 ongoing, save ends) Total Damage: 18 with +5...

As Gix leads us away facing away from us, I turn to look at my comrades making eye contact with each of them. I whisper to them, "Let us not follow this new "friend" blindly. I sense something isn't right here. Be on your guard." I then look mare carefully at our surroundings.

"How long have you been here, Gix? Can you tell us what you've learned about this strange place?"

Vance is freakin WITH Christopher. No excuse for not posting, Mr. GM. To busy drinking Starbucks in Seattle?

I agree. Let's try to the rubble first. See what we find. Nicodemus takes 3 surges. HP now 53.

I return Vrak's gaze. "That's all you've got? A feverish Paladin too much for you, Vrak? Take heart...your dishonor will be over soon." I swing again with my flaming sword and in the same moment my Amulet also glows red with fire. Move: None Standard: Martyrs Retribution (radiant) Minor...

I stand. Bloodied, I look Vrak in the eye and smile slightly. "Let's light it up!" My sword bursts into flame and I attack. I then glow again with Bahumut's blessing and regain strength. Move: Stand Standard: Invigorating Smite Minor: Laying on Hands/Healing Hands (+16 hp) Status 24 hp...

Yes, Vrak. Here is my fortitude roll.

I turn my attention back to Vrak. I call upon our shared deity of Bahumut and glow with his aura gaining strength. "I wish we had met when you had honor. Perhaps then we could have been allies." Minor: Laying on Hands/Healing Hands (+16 hp) Minor: Apply Ghost Strike Oil Standard: Fearsome...

As I take damage from Vrak, I see Spector one attack Mallick. Enraged, I attack. Immediate Interrupt: Spector 1 Battle Awareness: Basic Melee

I stand up and try to shake off the daze not sure what has just happened. The combination of illnesses and confusion taking it's hold.

You and I serve the same just and noble God. Your people are his people. Are you not bound to his cause of righteousness? Isn't the power of the Platinum Dragon and his call on you more powerful than that of your devotion to a now corrupt family line? Draw upon his power and let us work to break...

I stand tall and compose myself, feverish sweat beading on my face. "I must apologize to you. I have become ill with fever from beasts of this area and have not been myself. I am Nicodemus, a Paladin of Bahumut and founder of the Order of the Holy Sword. I know you are a noble race and in life...

Having a moment of clarity after listening intently, (to what I believed to be a fever induced hallucination), I try to better understand the situation and the ghostly dragonborn's intentions.

I stand there a little perplexed and remain silent.

Suffering from high fever, I try to intimidate the first statue. "What, you want some of this? Oh, nothing to say, uh? That's what I thought."

To the tower.