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Drawing on her focus, the magus rattles off a quick chant, accelerating the group's movements far beyond what would normally be possible.
The cultists turn, the mark of Rovagug scarred into most of their chests. The orator laughs as Arista makes her threats. "And now those who would deny our master his glory have been delivered into our hands!"
Initiative:
The head cultist strides forward past his disciples. "I shall break your bones, Angelborn."
Arista cannot avoid the hammering fist of the madman.
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Round 1: Sādhanā, Arista, Head Cultist, Yulia, Drago, Cyna, Ylrhea, Sienna, Cultists, Amareth
Yulia studies the head cultist, trying to glean any weakness in the man before firing off a set of arrows.
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Two of Yulia's arrows miss, but she does a good amount of damage to the crazed cultist.
Arista screams in pain as his furious fist has no trouble finding the weak spot in her armor, even so...she refuses to give in. Even as he strikes her she guards her midsection and takes a hard hit to the ribs. She sucks in her breath as she feels things crack and tear inside of her and prays silently to the Gods that they protect her child as they fight off these maddened people. A few minutes after doubling over she pulls herself upright, "You can beat me down, tear at my flesh with your very hands...but they will mend. On this day, you and your little minions shall surely die."
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"This feels oddly familiar doesn't it?" Cyna muses before taking flight and attempting to execute the same strategy she used to rescue Gwen.
She soars into the air and launches a Chakram at Kjell's restraints as she descends. She grabs onto the merchant but her wings prove unable to generate enough lift for the two.
She looks around at the mass of crazed cultists with growing dread. "I f&+#ed up, I don't suppose you've got any ideas?"
Tapping into his internal power, Drago focused and called out to his Eidolon, "Tarja, you are needed now!" The tell-tale mini-storm that heralds her arrival quickly began forming next to Cyna before she took off.
Ylrhea moves in, flanks with Arista and attacks the head cultist.
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Sienna draws on her mythic ability to unleash a devastating fireball against half of the cultists.
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The group of cultists targeted by Sienna turn to ash before her.
The cultists assault whoever they can reach quickly and move towards Amareth and the casters.
Vs. Cyna:
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Vs. Kjell:
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Vs. Arista:
Kjell grunts as he is hit. "If I had ideas, I'd probably be a bit better off. They trashed everything I had..."
HC hp: 85
Round 1: Sādhanā, Arista, Head Cultist, Yulia, Drago, Cyna, Ylrhea, Sienna, Cultists, Amareth
Amareth advances forward a step, careful to only engage one cultist.
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Her sword of bone burns with flames as she swings it against the cultist.
HC hp: 85
K hp: 14
Round 2: Sādhanā, Arista, Head Cultist, Yulia, Drago, Cyna, Ylrhea, Sienna, Cultists, Amareth
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She listens intently as she eats the rest of her breakfast, making mental note of all the things that Rhy likes. She smiles as Rhy references her as her favorite sweet, but shakes her head. The colors may not be hard to find....but the flowers...that might be a little more difficult considering the time of year. She wanted to try and incorporate these things into her plans and make Rhy feel as special and loved as she deserved to be. Polishing off the rest of her tea she looks up at Rhy, the love and happiness she feels showing in her eyes. Reaching across the table she takes her hand again, "While the thought of me being your favorite sweet is rather endearing and understandable since you are mine, it's not quite what I meant...but, we have time to figure all of that out. As for me....I haven't had much experience with things that weren't absolutely necessary, so it's hard for me to list off favorites of anything really. I love pretty much all flowers, they are all beautiful and have their own unique smell to them...but if I had to choose I like the kind of flowers that have the softer scent to them, like the scented soap that I have. I don't like scents that overpower other things...does that make sense? As far as colors go, I tend to stick with warm tones...I especially like greens, gold, blue, and some darker shades of red. I've been trying out a lot of different types of foods and have yet to really discover a favorite, though I have really liked every single thing I've put in my mouth since I got here." At this she blushes deeply as she looks into Rhy's storm grey eyes.
Clearing her throat she continues, "As far as sweets go, aside from you I haven't really found one that really stands out since I haven't tried enough of the sweet treats around here to know if I really prefer one over the other....." She kind of trails off for a second as she thinks of something. There seems to be some kind of emotion hidden in her eyes as she looks back at Rhy, "Though....when I was much much younger and my family was still whole....I remember my mother baking in the kitchen. She didn't really believe in keeping lots of sugary sweets in the house, but once in a while for a special occasion she would make something special." Her thoughts seem to wonder off a bit as she remembers one of the last happy memories she has of her childhood, "My....my last birthday before my father died, she made a sweet spice bread with fruit and nuts in it. It was just the right amount of sweet and had the best flavor....I....I never got the chance to learn how to cook like she did. I had to leave before she could teach me." Looking back up at Rhy she smiles slightly, "It kind of makes me curious about the cake that Hadrinn was talking about and how it might compare to the sweet breads she used to bake." She shrugs slightly as she tries to shake herself from distant memories, "So....is there a particular gem or stone that you feel you identify with? Or maybe just one that you particularly find more appealing than others?" She brings Rhy's hand to her mouth and gives it a soft kiss as she stares lovingly into her beloved's eyes.
The dwarf grins before going back to the kitchen. He returns with two tankards of cold milk. "This might help with the richness."
When Hadrinn returns with the milk she takes it gratefully, "Ahhh yes, this is absolutely perfect. Thank you so much Mr. Hadrinn, I'll have to start doing something soon since we might be settling here, or I might very well end up as big as a house." She giggles slightly before taking a large drink from the tankard and goes back to greatly and somewhat noisily enjoying the perfectly sticky sweet breakfast dessert.
Striding forward Sādhanā slashes at the brawler, ablindingly swift strike followed by another, both somewhat lacking her usual accuracy. Maintaining her focus, the magus chants the words to a spel, reaching her free hand out to surround Arista with a protective barrier of force to mitigate potential harm.
Gritting her teeth she raises her hand and runs her fingers along the edge of her blade giving it a much deadlier appearance. She then strikes out at the head cultist in a furious succession of blows.
After being hit by Sādhanā and Arista, the head cultist steps back and drinks a potion.
Round 2: Sādhanā, Arista, Head Cultist, Yulia, Drago, Cyna, Ylrhea, Sienna, Cultists, Amareth
C19 hp: 37
K hp: 14
Yulia continues to fire at the head cultist.
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She grunts as she drops the head cultist, her eyes flashing to one of the other cultists. With her final shot, she fires at the one Amareth attacked after studying him.
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"If at first you don't succeed..."
Cyna uses her magic to escape the melee putting extra effort into her fiery wings she ascends with Kjell in tow.
After Tarja materialized, Drago moved forward and sliced at one of the Cultists attacking Arista.
Still feeling slightly enraged, the Eidolon slid forward and unleashed her full fury on another Cultist.
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When the hells did I become so easily distracted? she finds herself thinking. Since when has anyone ever meant this much to you? comes the reply.
Watching Tes practically melt into a puddle after her first bite, the sorceress giggles as she bites into the pastry, involuntarily closing her eyes in pleasure at the delicious, gooey treat.
As she looks into the eyes of the woman she loves, she sees a mix of emotions. Sadness, fond memory, wistfulness as she remember her mother’s baking, a memory that for a moment gives Rhadaya a glimpse of the innocent wonder that once lived behind those beautiful blue eyes.
She would fix that pain one day. She promised herself. One of these days she would find out if Tes’ mother were alive and if so she would get her away from that village full of horrible #$%#ers and reunite them. She’d prove to Tes that she didn’t need to leave those she loved to keep them safe anymore.
Her train of thought causing her eyes to mist up, she misses whatever Hadrinn says that makes Tes blush furiously. Probably teasing her about how doe eyed they were around each other. She was more than fine with that, she thinks smiling.
As they finish the rolls, perfectly accompanied by milk, she winks at Tes over her tankard, simply enjoying a wonderful moment. When Tes suddenly belches, it takes everything in her power not to snarf milk through her nose.
”That was pretty incredible. I challenge anybody not to lick their fingers after eating one of those.” she says grinning. ”We can take a little walk before we fly if you like.”
Ylrhea holds her position and goes after one of the cultists.
Vs. C31:
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Sienna fires off two scorching rays, concentrating on the already wounded.
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The group lands some blows against their foes but none fall.
C31 hp: 8
C15 hp: 48
C29 hp: 48
K hp: 14
The cultists move in to attack with their blades.
Vs. Ylrhea:
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Vs. Tarja:
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Round 2: Sādhanā, Arista, Head Cultist, Yulia, Drago, Cyna, Ylrhea, Sienna, Cultists, Amareth
Amareth glares at the cultist who cut her, but remains focused on her original target. With a quick sidestep, she swings her blade again.
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C31 hp: 8
C15 hp: 48
C29 hp: 48
K hp: 14
Round 3: Sādhanā, Arista, Yulia, Drago, Tarja, Cyna, Ylrhea, Sienna, Cultists, Amareth
Absolutely enraged by every evil thing that had been done to people that she cares about lately, Arista stretches out her hand and calls out to her goddess.
"Great Goddess Sarenrae, lend me your strength so that I might smite down the wickedness in this land. In the glorious name of Sarenrae I smite thee!!"
As she holds out her hands a wave of righteous cleansing energy pours forth out towards the enemy.
Moving surprisingly quickly for a pregnant woman, Arista brings her sword down upon the enemy standing next to her in a violent swinging arc as she finishes the spell.
Arista's holy power washes over the cultists, blinding all of them and dropping two of them.
C15 hp: 29
C29 hp: 12
All other cultists hp: 40
K hp: 14
Arista's carelessness did little to foster Amareth's trust, the pain from the spell forging a callousness in her.
As the adrenaline of the attack wears off and she sees Amareth's reaction she curses silently to herself. Damn it!! I didn't mean to do that...but don't really have time to deal with it right now. We'll have to address that at a later time. She thinks to herself as she regrets hurting the young woman that had already suffered more than her fair share of trauma. She was already distrustful, this would make things just that much worse. She shakes her head as she tries to shift her focus back to the enemies that have them surrounded.
' Does he really mean what I think he means? Is that something Tes would want? Is that something I would want? Holy $#!+ it is!'
Realizing that Hadrinn was still looking at her with an amused grin she stammers an answer. 'Uhm...I guess we'll...uhm..let you know."she says, her expression somewhat distant and breathless.
Still enraged by the mad bastards wounding her friends, Sādhanā’s wicked grin of satisfaction as Arista’s glory burns the enemy falters as she sees Amareth recoil. Ouch, that isn't going to improve her mood any.
Darting over to support Ylrhea and Amareth on the right side of the field, the magus unleashes her fury Oblivion shifting to his deadlier form, becoming a blur of overwhelming violence
Yulia picks out three targets and fires at each of them.
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Yulia drops all of her targets. "Out of arrows!"
Round 3: Sādhanā, Arista, Yulia, Drago, Tarja, Cyna, Ylrhea, Sienna, Cultists, Amareth
All other cultists hp: 40
K hp: 14