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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3823608" data-attributes="member: 4936">As suddenly as she vanished, Shard reappears...still flickering between planes as she glares at the wildly circling demons overhead. When she speaks, despite her girlish, fluting voice, she speaks with all the tone of command that a war-torn general might, or the leader of a cult.&quot;Flee these lands, wretched! Or I shall take the sun from its course, and SEAR YOU FROM THE SKIES!&quot;She lifts her staff up, and the tip of it explodes into blinding light with such force that it pushes sand and dust away from her in expanding rings. Then, with a flourish, Shard points the staff at the three Vrock that fly above the center of the circled wagons...all close enough to catch when the tip of her staff breaks free and soars upward like a brilliant falling star in reverse, making a loud CRACK in the process. It rises to the three demons, then flowers into a roiling ball of blue-yellow flames almost too intense to look at. A low, thunderous boom rolls over the desert sands, and the heat of it can be felt even by those well outside its reach.(using 5th level slot to Empower my Runestaff's Fireball function. Not sure what my CL is since you rolled it, but it's capped either way, so 10d6+50%, reflex save DC of 20.)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 3823608, member: 4936"] As suddenly as she vanished, Shard reappears...still flickering between planes as she glares at the wildly circling demons overhead. When she speaks, despite her girlish, fluting voice, she speaks with all the tone of command that a war-torn general might, or the leader of a cult. "[b]Flee these lands, wretched! Or I shall take the sun from its course, and SEAR YOU FROM THE SKIES![/b]" She lifts her staff up, and the tip of it explodes into blinding light with such force that it pushes sand and dust away from her in expanding rings. Then, with a flourish, Shard points the staff at the three Vrock that fly above the center of the circled wagons...all close enough to catch when the tip of her staff breaks free and soars upward like a brilliant falling star in reverse, making a loud CRACK in the process. It rises to the three demons, then flowers into a roiling ball of blue-yellow flames almost too intense to look at. A low, thunderous [b]boom[/b] rolls over the desert sands, and the heat of it can be felt even by those well outside its reach. (using 5th level slot to Empower my Runestaff's Fireball function. Not sure what my CL is since you rolled it, but it's capped either way, so 10d6+50%, reflex save DC of 20.) [/QUOTE]

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