Cronin, seeing Fairwind's plight, steps back next to her and blasts the creeper she can't see.
Sacred Flame vs C2 Ref (1d20+6=26, 1d6+6=10)
Crit damage (1d6=4)
"Gee, thanks preacher. I see the light!"
Brujo's swordsmanship bloodies Creeper 2.
Leo shifts one square and calling upon his faith unleashes a Piercing Smite upon his foe .
"Kelemvor sends his regards!" Leo hollers as his blade glitters with silvery light and as he slashes at his foe it passes briefly through his foe before fading once more.
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Leo demolishes Creeper 3 with one easy stroke of his blade and the creature explodes into blackness, blinding him as well as Commander Caine and Brujo.
Cronin's effort is followed by a cautious step backwards and while he has damaged Creeper 2 horribly, it yet lives. Snaggletooth darts in and out doing no damage at all, but still looking hopefully at Cronin for acknowledgment. "Stupid big things standing in the way" he says smugly as his own ability to shift gets him out of range.
"That's for my friends," she shouts at the creeper.
Perigia's missile downs the last creeper, but the exploding darkness blinds Fairwind again.
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"Just how I planned to spend my day," Brujo rubs his eyes as his vision returns, "In a desecrated shrine of Kelemvor. Being blind by the the residue of dark creepers...Just great."
He sighs, sheathes his blade and rest for minute.
"So what's next"
As his vision returns, Caine is pleasantly surprised to discover that the carnage is finished. "I knew you guys could do it. Good work." He says by way of compliment.
"Gorram creepers..."
"Gorram creepers..."
"Truer words have not been spoken." Cronin returns to inspecting the damage to the altar.
The damage to the altar is spiteful, but superficial. It would be easy enough to clean off the black and purple additions. Reconsecration would be another and more difficult matter, , but if you wish to, you can certainly tidy it up.
Cronin defers to Leo on the matter of the altar.
"I doubt this is the last of the suprises that this place holds for us," Perigia says. "We should be on our guard." With that she heads for the far door and gets ready to continue trying to save the tower from the Creepers.
Snaggletooth leaps gleefully on the daggers, before sidling up to Fairwind.
"You can have your dagger back now."
Cronin piles the cloaks in a corner. "We'll burn these later," he explains, ignoring any protest from Snaggletooth.
"Snaggletooth, you did good work there. But just how many daggers does one sneaky kobold need?"
"Lots."
The kobold looks reproachfully at Cronin. "I can be a creeper for you if I have a cloak."
"Lots."
The kobold looks reproachfully at Cronin. "I can be a creeper for you if I have a cloak."
"Don't . . . say that.
"The creepers are creatures of darkness -- if you had any doubt, we have just seen that. You, I have hope for, and am trusting you with weapons."
His tone softening, he goes on. "Sneaky kobolds don't need help to creep around, do they?"
"Gee, thanks." Fairwind says with irony.
Cronin defers to Leo on the matter of the altar.
"Be wary, that creeper was scared of something either on that door or behind it," Leo tries to gesture towards the door the creeper chose to stop rather than approach.
Yep
The iron grille creaks open, revealing an elegant, vaulted chamber. The elegance is somewhat marred by the random placement of coffins, boxes and barrels, but there is a clear focal point. A throne-like chair has been placed centrally and upon it, apparently awaiting your arrival with equanimity, is a pale, dark-haired figure. Clad in blackened leather armour, he holds a mace in one hand and a glowing holy symbol in the other.
"My dear friends. Your arrival has been highly anticipated. It has been a weary age since guests worthy of my attention presented themselves within these walls."
He rises to his feet, all sinuous grace. As he speaks, you realise that the teeth in the aristocratic face are rather too pronounced, the gaze unnaturally bright. Here indeed is a foe worthy of your steel.
"Oh great." Fairwind swears in Elven.
"Lucky us,"Perigia says.
Cronin snarls and holds out his own holy symbol, which glows silver. "Back to the darkness with you!"
Attack Roll 1d20+5=25, Damage 1d10+5=15
"This ends now!" Caine races across the open floor and charges the enemy.
Caine charges recklessly across the chamber, bringing his greatsword down on the foe in a vicious swinging arc. The vampire seems mildly startled as the blow cuts him. Cronin follows up with a cascade of divine light which causes the pallid skin to wrinkle and burn more than the damage seems to warrant.
Cronin recognises the holy symbol as belonging to Bane. If there was any doubt that this was a being a deep evil, it is dispelled by that knowledge.
An elegant eyebrow raises slightly. "Discourteous"
The fingers steeple gently together and he prepares to rise.
"It is possible this will be amusing after all, however rude your introduction."