Ranver makes a deft stab at the halfling as the slippery little man darts past. He grunts, thinking with a trace of irony,
Perhaps I missed my calling as a warrior... He eyes the halflings and their movements and turns and with a few strides is standing on the stairs. He turns to face the halflings, backlit by the cheery light spilling out of their ramshackle hideout.
He raises his spear again and levels it at the nearer halfling, his blaze with the passion of his faith as he looks deep into the halfling's wide eyes,
"The Goddess knows the secrets of your heart, defiler."
Ranver blinks surprise at the depth and timbre of the words as they leave his lips, stronger... heavy.
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Move to S26 (base of stairs)
Standard: Cause Fear encounter power, WIS vs WILL,
21, target runs his speed + clercic's CHA mod (0) away from the target, suffering OAs as he does[/sblock]