Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
The Loyalist quickly raises his shield and blocks Spritewing's kicks and the follow up bite. The man is steady on his feet and seems to be a seasoned warrior. Either that, or he is well protected by magic."I got us into this. Now to resolve this before that caster " thinks Rockhorn as he releases his lance in its holder, useless in this cramped quarters. He urges Spritewing to attack.
"Get him! I'm changing weapons."
Spritewing rears back and crashes back onto the loyalist who hurt his rider. Bite following it snaps in the air as the cultist is driven back by flailing hooves.
Rockhorn draws the axe, preparing to attack.
A moment after Akos materializes by the genie, the thug on the floor brought back from the brink of death by the bugbear cleric's magic begins scanning the floor around him for his weapons. As he spots his sword, he notices the Loremaster's arrival behind the genie.
"Careful!" He calls out to his fellow Loyalists. "The fey cleric is behind us! He's by the genie!"
"Blast! How'd he get over there? Isn't this room warded against teleportation?" The soldier protecting himself from Tim says out loud.
"Perhaps not," the bugbear says. He looks back over his shoulder towards where Akos is standing. "But, no matter, I see him." He looks at the thug still on the ground. "Get up. gather your weapons. Get into the fight."
The thug nods.
"Mitrik. Redcap. You are with me. Get up close and personal with the Loremaster. Keep him distracted if you can," the cleric orders. "Parch. Keep your soldiers on the others. Don't let up and guard yourselves from the knight."
The thug next to Vincenzo stabs the Sectarian once with his poisoned dagger and then tumbles away towards the other side of the room. The other thug tumbles away from Custodio without attacking the Vanquisher cleric. Both are soon within 20 feet of the Loremaster, their shortsword and daggers in hand.
Akos notes that neither of them is wielding a cold iron blade... that he can see.
"More healing, cleric!" The Loyalist wounded by Tim pleads.
"You complain like an old man, Reyson. You will fight for your Master, and pray I don't tell him of your cowardice. Do not back away from the knight again!"
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