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<blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 3811704" data-attributes="member: 13681"><p>The light from Fendric's holy symbol hits Oliver. The old man flinches against the brightness, eyes slamming shut, as the secret cupboards of his soul are thrown open and the distasteful contents strewn about.</p><p></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><em>Let go of the darkness...</em></p><p></p><p>Light blazes through him, his frame is locked, clenched protectively in a silent cry of pain.</p><p></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><em>Let go, the darkness is not evil, but it will only cause you pain...</em></p><p></p><p>Tears leak from the corners of his eyes.</p><p></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><em>Because When the light comes, the darkness flees...</em></p><p></p><p>Oliver throws his head back, body arching awkwardly, a rigid posture of agony.</p><p></p><p style="margin-left: 20px">...and only light remains...</p><p></p><p><em><p style="margin-left: 20px">...he is standing a familiar place. A camp. With the others. The sun is shining above. The grass is lush and green and glossy. The sky brilliant and clear. A cool breeze makes the flags lashed to tentpoles snap and pop. The breeze lifts the hair from his brow like a brush of loving fingertips. It lifts him. He is floating. Everyone is smiling. Looking at him. Rather, just behind him. To a warmth, a light, a hope... His chest swells... he turns...</p><p></em></p><p>The light fades. Oliver's shoulders slump as he resumes burden of pain and sin. Bands of fear and doubt constrict his heart, swelled by a longing for the light-filled vision of hope. He staggers a step, a half-moan escaping his lips. </p><p></p><p>Smoldering heaps of snake-creatures add a greasy stink of rot and burning flesh to the breeze that blows across the old man's face. It sends a chill down his sweat-soaked back. He leans over fists on his knees to catch his breath, swords dangling loosely in his gnarled hands.</p><p></p><p>Another snake erupts from the ground at his feet. His eyes see. His mind decides. But his body... it is too slow. Too old. </p><p></p><p>Too weak. And the snake-demon too swift. He brings his swords up swinging as he dives away. But not quickly enough. Fangs bury into his side as he twists, the movement exposing a stretch of lightly studded leather designed to allow the wearer flexibility.</p><p></p><p>He comes up, face to face with the snake demon, it jaws ghoulishly agape. Its face smeared with his blood and an oozing mucus. Uncertain if the creatures are intelligent - it seems unlikely - he feints anyway, chooses an angle, and strikes!</p><p></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">OOC:</span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">Fort Save 1: <span style="color: Teal">19</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">Fort Save 2: <span style="color: Teal">23</span> (natural 20)</span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">Full Attack</span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">Attack Roll 1: <span style="color: DarkRed">25</span> (crit)</span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">Damage: 3 (x2) = <span style="color: teal">6</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">Attack Roll 2: 17</span></span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray"><span style="font-size: 9px">Damage: <span style="color: Teal">6</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sparky, post: 3811704, member: 13681"] The light from Fendric's holy symbol hits Oliver. The old man flinches against the brightness, eyes slamming shut, as the secret cupboards of his soul are thrown open and the distasteful contents strewn about. [INDENT][I]Let go of the darkness...[/I][/INDENT] Light blazes through him, his frame is locked, clenched protectively in a silent cry of pain. [INDENT][I]Let go, the darkness is not evil, but it will only cause you pain...[/I][/INDENT] Tears leak from the corners of his eyes. [INDENT][I]Because When the light comes, the darkness flees...[/I][/INDENT] Oliver throws his head back, body arching awkwardly, a rigid posture of agony. [INDENT]...and only light remains...[/INDENT] [i][indent]...he is standing a familiar place. A camp. With the others. The sun is shining above. The grass is lush and green and glossy. The sky brilliant and clear. A cool breeze makes the flags lashed to tentpoles snap and pop. The breeze lifts the hair from his brow like a brush of loving fingertips. It lifts him. He is floating. Everyone is smiling. Looking at him. Rather, just behind him. To a warmth, a light, a hope... His chest swells... he turns...[/indent][/i] The light fades. Oliver's shoulders slump as he resumes burden of pain and sin. Bands of fear and doubt constrict his heart, swelled by a longing for the light-filled vision of hope. He staggers a step, a half-moan escaping his lips. Smoldering heaps of snake-creatures add a greasy stink of rot and burning flesh to the breeze that blows across the old man's face. It sends a chill down his sweat-soaked back. He leans over fists on his knees to catch his breath, swords dangling loosely in his gnarled hands. Another snake erupts from the ground at his feet. His eyes see. His mind decides. But his body... it is too slow. Too old. Too weak. And the snake-demon too swift. He brings his swords up swinging as he dives away. But not quickly enough. Fangs bury into his side as he twists, the movement exposing a stretch of lightly studded leather designed to allow the wearer flexibility. He comes up, face to face with the snake demon, it jaws ghoulishly agape. Its face smeared with his blood and an oozing mucus. Uncertain if the creatures are intelligent - it seems unlikely - he feints anyway, chooses an angle, and strikes! [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]OOC: Fort Save 1: [COLOR=Teal]19[/COLOR] Fort Save 2: [COLOR=Teal]23[/COLOR] (natural 20) Full Attack Attack Roll 1: [COLOR=DarkRed]25[/COLOR] (crit) Damage: 3 (x2) = [COLOR=teal]6[/COLOR] Attack Roll 2: 17 Damage: [COLOR=Teal]6[/COLOR][/SIZE][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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