Although she regretted being unable to help, Ava was a maid and sometime cook, not a warrior. "I will try to reach the Lord's guardsmen." She whisperred Saalin before darting out the door at a full run.
Saalin nodded, then tossed his rapier, made from the flametouched iron that caried the good of Silver Flame within it, to the feet of Oswin. His weapons were not swords -- not unless things got truly desperate -- and the paladin's bastard sword would do little good against what he faced.
A cursory glance showed the cuts on Lord Alistair's person were shallow, but Drue cured them anyway as he asked his question.
Oswin picked up Saalin's blade and stepped into the space between an overturned table and the rakshasa sorcerer. It made his lunge ackward, but he still managed a prick on the monster's fur.
"The sorcerer may try to attack our minds. Be ready for it." Alistair said. Dark knowledge (puissance) to give a +3 bonus to saves against the creatures' attacks. And they are after me.
Hariel's elven blade flashed twice, and two more times blood flowed from the sorcerer.
Dain brought a flurry of fists against the wounded rakshasa warrior, hoping to draw it away from Hariel. But even though there was a very satisfying thud when one of his punches connected with the fiend, it seemed to have no effect. (5 points of damage was not sufficient to get through the damage reduction)
In fact, the warrior who she had wounded before seemed well intent on regaining Hariel's attention. And by taking a slash through her leg with his sword and biting her shoulder, he might well have done it. (13 points of damage)
The other warrior seemed intent on Lord Alistair, but neither Hariel nor Dain nor Kahlia were able to take advantage of the opponenigs presented by his movement. Suprisingly, though, the middle-aged theocrat was able to stay out of its grasp.
And then the sorcerer stepped out of the silenced area, following behind his companion, and shot a black ray from his hands at Hariel.
He spoke as he attacked.
(read if you speak infernal)
[sblock]
You will come with us, Lord Reverened. The only question is how many of your friends and family will die before you do.
[/sblock]
She felt the energy draining out of her as it. (ray of exhaustion; she made her save, and so is fatigued)
"Don't listen to it, father!" Kahlia shouted, clearly understanding the vile language that the monster spoke. But the handful of spells Kahlia had prepared were of little use against a rakshasa, and while the rapier she carried was finely made and flametouched iron, she was no swordsman. The sorcerer had only contempt in its eyes as it avoided her blade.
Saalin nodded, then tossed his rapier, made from the flametouched iron that caried the good of Silver Flame within it, to the feet of Oswin. His weapons were not swords -- not unless things got truly desperate -- and the paladin's bastard sword would do little good against what he faced.
A cursory glance showed the cuts on Lord Alistair's person were shallow, but Drue cured them anyway as he asked his question.
Oswin picked up Saalin's blade and stepped into the space between an overturned table and the rakshasa sorcerer. It made his lunge ackward, but he still managed a prick on the monster's fur.
"The sorcerer may try to attack our minds. Be ready for it." Alistair said. Dark knowledge (puissance) to give a +3 bonus to saves against the creatures' attacks. And they are after me.
Hariel's elven blade flashed twice, and two more times blood flowed from the sorcerer.
Dain brought a flurry of fists against the wounded rakshasa warrior, hoping to draw it away from Hariel. But even though there was a very satisfying thud when one of his punches connected with the fiend, it seemed to have no effect. (5 points of damage was not sufficient to get through the damage reduction)
In fact, the warrior who she had wounded before seemed well intent on regaining Hariel's attention. And by taking a slash through her leg with his sword and biting her shoulder, he might well have done it. (13 points of damage)
The other warrior seemed intent on Lord Alistair, but neither Hariel nor Dain nor Kahlia were able to take advantage of the opponenigs presented by his movement. Suprisingly, though, the middle-aged theocrat was able to stay out of its grasp.
And then the sorcerer stepped out of the silenced area, following behind his companion, and shot a black ray from his hands at Hariel.
He spoke as he attacked.
(read if you speak infernal)
[sblock]
You will come with us, Lord Reverened. The only question is how many of your friends and family will die before you do.
[/sblock]
She felt the energy draining out of her as it. (ray of exhaustion; she made her save, and so is fatigued)
"Don't listen to it, father!" Kahlia shouted, clearly understanding the vile language that the monster spoke. But the handful of spells Kahlia had prepared were of little use against a rakshasa, and while the rapier she carried was finely made and flametouched iron, she was no swordsman. The sorcerer had only contempt in its eyes as it avoided her blade.