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Before the party draws even a step closer the warlock calls his horse to a halt. He glances up at Lux, in a tree nearby, as if to say, where are your eyes?, but he was only too familiar with the imp’s shortcomings. The gold he paid in whiskey along the road was testimony to that. “Well, we just walked into an ambush by the looks of it,” he begins. With a shrug he asks his companions, “how do we want to do this?” Last edited by mountainbound; Oct 25th, 2024 at 11:35 PM. |
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He knows his mistake as soon as his telekinesis is near the lantern, but at that point, he couldn't resist trying to do harm to the lantern. A hideous shock of bitter cold is his reward as his mind makes contact with the evil relic. The pain is intense but the warlock is forced to shake it off quickly.
Spotting two members of the Cloak approaching from the south, Oren says to his companions,"I will aim to protect the wagon." With that, he raises his war hammer, a block of pure obsidian wrought with steel atop a wooden handle no less than four feet long. "Come on!" he shouts at the cultists, "time for some truth." He strides forward a few paces through the brush but stops, letting the two evil warriors come to him. "Now!" he shouts, and at that moment Lux appears out of thin air, flinging his wings around the face of one of the approaching warriors and attempting to sting him in the neck. Oren focuses his mind on the other cultist, and sends forth a current of searing psionic energy. Last edited by mountainbound; Nov 7th, 2024 at 11:04 PM. |
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Last edited by Admin Bhelogan; Nov 23rd, 2024 at 09:30 AM. Reason: Corrected Amarok to Aramok |
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Oren Kyre
Seeing Adelaide strolling down the road to meet the horde of hell hounds and cultists face on, Oren yells over his shoulder, "Haste Ade!"
Turning back to his own problems, he ducks a weapon thrust and raises his own to block yet another shot. It's been a long time since he used his hammer in combat, and his old soldier training might be a little rusty, what with his recent reliance on his patron's power. Of course back in those days of course he wasn't wielding a magical hammer that could materialize out of thin air, but everything else still applied. "Who is your leader?" the warlock shouts, as he smashes his hammer into the cultist. He wasn't expecting an answer, but the charismatic warlock can't help but start up a bit of conversation. Last edited by mountainbound; Nov 21st, 2024 at 05:51 PM. |
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