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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jago" data-source="post: 6968811" data-attributes="member: 6855130">~ To the Orc's credit, he had kept to his word: despite the savagery relented upon him, he did not surrender or turn aside. Faindil felt a pang of pity for him, to be so committed and bound towards his fate that he would not change. Faindil had to stop him, however: with a raise of his burnt staff, he invoked the name of Kalethee." Lightbringer, I call guidance to your flame!" he called, making the tip of the staff begin to glow, an ember flaring up , then sparking and spitting as if a wild fire. Finally, a flash of pure, searing light fell from the heavens, touched the charred wood, and ricocheted straight for the Orc, expanding outwards in a blinding flash with the white-hot core of a star.However, in his mercy, Faindil sought not to kill the brute. Merely burn him enough so as to not try to kill them anymore. ~[sblock=Turn]Move: However far to get in range.Action: Casting Sacred Flame: Orc must make a DC 13 Dex Save or take [roll0] Radiant Damage. Note that I am pulling the damage to be Non-Lethal should it drop him to 0 HP.[/sblock][sblock=Faindil's Stats]<a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/5v310tviny5cp2s/Faindil.pdf?dl=0" target="_blank">Character Sheet</a>Undying Light Warlock, Level 1HP: 9/9Condition: NormalInitiative: +3Perception: +1Darkvision: 60 feetIn Hand: Quarterstaff [sblock=Defenses]AC: 14Str:+0Dex:+3Con:+1Int:+1Wis:+3Cha:+5[/sblock] [sblock=Offenses]Sacred Flame: DC 13 Dex Save  1d8+3 RadiantDagger: +5  1d4+3 PQuarterstaff (2-Hands): +3  1d8+1 BLight Crossbow: +5  1d8+3 P[/sblock] [sblock=Proficient Skills]History: +2Insight: +3Persuasion: +5Religion: +2[/sblock] [sblock=Spells]Cantrips: UnlimitedDancing LightsLightSacred FlameMage HandPrestidigitationLevel 1: 1/Short RestBurning HandsHellish Rebuke[/sblock] [sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:Total Accumulated Coin: 15 GPExpenditures:     -1 GP to the Barmaid of IvenhoCurrent Coin: 14 GPGame Info: It will take a day to travel through the "Shortcut" to Durran Mill, our destination. A group called "The Royal Guard" controls the path, with palisade checkpoints. A Demonic General was slain to the North, in an area now known as "The Scorched Grove". - "There where seven demonic generals each embodying the worse aspects of mankind,  they served under something so dark and alien no sentient race could fathom it" [/sblock][/sblock]</blockquote>

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