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Message: <blockquote data-quote="darkbard" data-source="post: 9058510" data-attributes="member: 1282">IBHEA opens his eyes. The apparition of lava and flame is gone, but the voice echoes in his head. A trial by temptation. But this Entity has him all wrong. He does not seek power for himself; his great desire is self-abnegation, to act as conduit for the Holy and Arcane powers of Delban, not presume to be unto a god himself! He would channel the life-devouring flames of The Shadowed Sun, not wield primordial fire in some mockery of the divine.Sweat has beaded on the whisky priest's brow. He looks over at the others: Arunny seems lost in thought, contemplating the mundane coverlet with images of their shared faith. Qamra lingers close at her side, a younger sister in worship of the golden priestess. Xin Mae mutters to himself and shifts restlessly near the abandoned campsite.The voice and compulsion linger in Ibhea's mind. He performs the only action that makes sense to him in the moment. To rid the place--and himself--of this vestige of primordial power. He pulls the magic dagger from its scabbard at his belt, a faint halo of protective energy emanating through the hilt to protect its wielder from harm; then strides towards the altar with purpose and plunges the blade into the shattered stone.[HR][/HR]Ibhea is making an Eldritch Strike (At-Will) melee attack against the altar, hoping to disrupt it as a conduit for the influence of Vezzuvu, r(13) +11 = 24 vs 21 AC (L7). Success.</blockquote>

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