Jon Potter
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[Realms #475] Resisting Arrest
While Perragourp was pronouncing what amounted to a death sentence for at least two of the defendants, Morier looked about the room. He took inventory of which guards possessed which of his belongings that he would need if he was to escape. Too many items were in too many hands to get them all back together. He'd have to make some tough choices. He looked across the way at Saelus, absorbing the sudden sting of unpleasant realization: he couldn't get them both out of here.
The odds were insurmountable... He might be able to get himself free, but trying to save them both seemed a certain failure. Perhaps Saelus could avail himself of the circumstances Morier would create. He hoped so, but he simply couldn't take responsibility for both of them. Not now.
Whether the decision was cowardly or just was a question he could consider at length later - if there was a later. Perhaps the line was too fine to distinguish anyway. But the stakes had risen too high with his possession of Dridana's spark for him to be squeamish. Akerman's presence magnified the problem a million times.
He drew on the power of The Heart...
The Gisir, realizing what was happening, shouted out a warning and snatched up his greatsword in a single motion.
One of the two githyanki standing behind Morier brought his own greatsword up and then down intending to split the albino from crown to crotch, but the eldritch warrior twisted his body and the blade whistled down inches from him.
Perragrourp cursed and sent a Quickened Flame Bolt at the albino. Morier's innate spell resistance foiled much of the attack, but the conjured orb of flame struck him in the forehead nonetheless, disrupting the delicate matrix of power forming within The Heart and causing the Owl's Wisdom spell he'd been attempting to dissipate without effect.
It left behind a red burn mark on his pale forehead and a new sting of realization: maybe he wouldn't even be able to save himself...
The Gisir shouted out some kind of command and Morier was driven to the floor by a press of githyanki warriors. His face was forced roughly into the stone while his arms were twisted back. Neither caused him any injury; the Heart made him highly resilient although it did nothing to prevent him being pinned and held immobile. Looking through the chaotic storm of jaundiced limbs and wiry torsos, the albino saw Saelus trying to make use of the distraction and make good his own escape.
The war mage leapt on his nearest opponent, simultaneously seizing and drawing the githyanki's greatsword. Then he slashed downward with the blade, opening its belly in a single stroke that sent a cloud of blood billowing into the air as the githyanki collapsed in shocked horror. In the next instant, the colonel disappeared beneath a pile of githyanki warriors and though he struggled valiantly, he didn't do so for long.
While Perragourp was pronouncing what amounted to a death sentence for at least two of the defendants, Morier looked about the room. He took inventory of which guards possessed which of his belongings that he would need if he was to escape. Too many items were in too many hands to get them all back together. He'd have to make some tough choices. He looked across the way at Saelus, absorbing the sudden sting of unpleasant realization: he couldn't get them both out of here.
The odds were insurmountable... He might be able to get himself free, but trying to save them both seemed a certain failure. Perhaps Saelus could avail himself of the circumstances Morier would create. He hoped so, but he simply couldn't take responsibility for both of them. Not now.
Whether the decision was cowardly or just was a question he could consider at length later - if there was a later. Perhaps the line was too fine to distinguish anyway. But the stakes had risen too high with his possession of Dridana's spark for him to be squeamish. Akerman's presence magnified the problem a million times.
He drew on the power of The Heart...
The Gisir, realizing what was happening, shouted out a warning and snatched up his greatsword in a single motion.
One of the two githyanki standing behind Morier brought his own greatsword up and then down intending to split the albino from crown to crotch, but the eldritch warrior twisted his body and the blade whistled down inches from him.
Perragrourp cursed and sent a Quickened Flame Bolt at the albino. Morier's innate spell resistance foiled much of the attack, but the conjured orb of flame struck him in the forehead nonetheless, disrupting the delicate matrix of power forming within The Heart and causing the Owl's Wisdom spell he'd been attempting to dissipate without effect.
It left behind a red burn mark on his pale forehead and a new sting of realization: maybe he wouldn't even be able to save himself...
The Gisir shouted out some kind of command and Morier was driven to the floor by a press of githyanki warriors. His face was forced roughly into the stone while his arms were twisted back. Neither caused him any injury; the Heart made him highly resilient although it did nothing to prevent him being pinned and held immobile. Looking through the chaotic storm of jaundiced limbs and wiry torsos, the albino saw Saelus trying to make use of the distraction and make good his own escape.
The war mage leapt on his nearest opponent, simultaneously seizing and drawing the githyanki's greatsword. Then he slashed downward with the blade, opening its belly in a single stroke that sent a cloud of blood billowing into the air as the githyanki collapsed in shocked horror. In the next instant, the colonel disappeared beneath a pile of githyanki warriors and though he struggled valiantly, he didn't do so for long.