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"I never intend to be a paid thug. I would give up their funding before becoming that. But yes, we may want to find a barrister or lawyer to help us write this down. After all, I do not believe either of us is particularly adept in legalese." She made the comment idly, glancing down at Moonwing who seemed... interested in something. Wanted to lead her somewhere it seemed. Odd, she'd have to figure out what the point of that was. "If you don't know any, I could ask around. I've familiarized myself with a large portion of the city."

After awkwardly waiting for Karthan to take the lead, Eliana realized the man wasn't going to. Directing Moonwing to step forward, she rolled her shoulders before getting into her best speech posture. A knight clad in white mounted on a silver griffon? An image for the story books. "We are proposing a proper guard for the city. Sternmason's men and the local branch of the Order are few in numbers, mostly due to a lack of resources. With proper funding and resources, we can expand. Grow. Take the place of the church in terms of protecting the people. Make it a lot less likely for a mob to accidentally set the city alight while hunting something."

Moonwing for his part was more interested in the small cat that had appeared. His eye followed it, understanding Sinri's message. He let out a small chirping noise. The merchants wouldn't recognize it, but Eliana had been around him enough to know it as a sound of agreement. A puzzle she'd have to solve later.

I kept putting this off thinking I didn't need to say anything, but it seems like I really should chime in now...

She nodded her head at the man as her name was mentioned. Letting Karthan finish his statement, she spoke up after him. To reinforce his point. "The city has been without a proper defense for a long time. Making do with separate disparate groups won't work forever. As the angel showed, at some point threats will come that need a more unified front to face."

Eliana watched the three men of wealth for a few moments, letting Karthan proceed forward to interact with them. She just followed after, letting Moonwing and herself loom in the background. She would speak when the time was right. No need to bloat the conversation with her interference. Karthan seemed very charismatic himself, so it wasn't like she was ruining their chances.

"To be fair, I've seen no evidence whatsoever of there being a summoner. Sometimes demons do just crawl up out of some hole or another. But either way, fair enough. Focus on what was originally discussed." Trying to get the demon involved when there wasn't that much information was probably a bad idea. To get more information though she'd need to actually investigate, which might take a bit. Maybe after this meeting.

As Karthan approached, Moonwing let out a cry into the sky to let her know. Looking up, she watched him approach, smirking slightly as he didn't notice her standing there. Moonwing hopped down from his perch, gliding to land beside Eliana as she nodded. "That I am... Though speaking of the vilest elements in the city, I've got a proposal for you while we walk. Related to the demon."

She motioned for Karthan to follow, even as Moonwing padded along beside her.

Waking up to a bright new day, Eliana went about her usual morning routine to get ready. Luckily while inside the building, her curse was not nearly as much of a hindrance as when she was outside. This part of the day, she... actually felt fairly normal. Like she could forget all the horrors that happened in her lifetime. At least until she glanced into a mirror and saw these foggy orbs staring back into her. Letting out a sigh, she finished preparing herself all the same.

Exiting the barracks, she brought two fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle. A keening cry answered it, and Moonwing glided on down to join her in the courtyard. Running a hand across the griffin's head, she smiled a bit. "You find something to eat last night my friend?" He let out a chirping noise she'd come to recognize as a 'yes'. "That's good to hear. We've got to wait for Sternmason, so do you mind keeping an eye out for him for me?"

Letting out another chirping noise, she stepped back and he spread his wings. Flapping into the air, the griffin... sat himself down onto a nearby roof to keep an eye on the road. While Eliana... just waited beside the guard for the little complex they'd called their own.

Meanwhile, Eliana's friend Misana listens to her upset rant with empathy and patience, nodding along with the highs and lows of the story. The other Cathar tries to consider carefully how to respond to Eliana. She lays a kind hand on her friend's armored shoulder. "It sounds like you tried your best to do the right thing," she says, inclining her shoulders a bit and trying to smile. Her next response is colored by the disappearance of her smile and a small sigh. "I don't think funding can protect us from mad angels, though. You need someone strong to challenge an angel. You said you fought alongside that demon, right? What if we use some of that funding to pay the demon directly, but to protect the city from evil?"

She let out a small sigh and gave Misana a grateful smile as she put her hand onto her shoulder. Listening to what she said, her eyes widened significantly as she brought up the idea of HIRING the demon. She opened her mouth to respond to that, before closing it as she really thought about it. "He was strong enough to at least stand for a time, though it seemed like he'd have died without the rest of us there... If we hired him we'd be able to observe him better. Plus it'd mean he wouldn't be collecting taxes for the merchants, making him less likely to piss off the populace... I'll have to broach the idea to Sternmason."

Standing up, she stretched a bit before giving the other woman a hug. "Thanks for the talk Misana, you always know what to say." Giving her one last smile, she went off to get ready for sleep herself. There was a lot to handle tomorrow, better be fresh-faced for it.

"Oh trust me, you don't know half of it." She plopped herself down onto a nearby chair. Pulling her helmet down, she ran her fingers through her own brown hair. "Isabela asked me to help track down a child abductor and murder in the sewers. We lost track of him, so I'm gonna have to figure that out." Letting out a grumble, she threw her hands out in a semi-dramatic gesture. "Then, an angel showed up looking for that demon the Merchant's Guild somehow bound to their service. She threatened to cut a swathe through the city to root out any 'corruption', and I cast a prayer of sight and saw the madness surrounding her. Before you know it, Isabela shows up with some other spellcaster, Sternmason shows up, and the DEMON."

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she made a vague gesture. "Because of the immediate threat the angel posed to the city, I wound up fighting it alongside the demon. It ran off, then a mob showed up. I tried to calm them down but they refused, so... Who knows what happened with that. I came back here to think, then Sternmason showed up again with an idea. I agreed to try and convince the Merchants Guild to give us some funding so we can recruit more cathars. Split the role of protecting the city with Sternmason's mercs."

After a moment, she winced and gave Misana an apologetic look. "Sorry, I should have gotten your opinion first. We haven't spoken to the merchants yet, so I can always tell him we're backing out. He'll be showing up tomorrow morning?"

Eliana Carlova wrote:

"I've permission to recruit new members to the Order. That will not be an issue. Drawing jurisdictions along property lines is fine, but the Order's not gonna stop its patrols through the poorer neighborhoods. The old fort... It would be useful. It'd be worth checking out at the bare minimum... Remember though Sternmason, we're all godless now. Tomorrow I'll be available. Meet here, or meet outside the guild-hall?" Rather than waste time, she got right to the point.

Karthan chuckles darkly looking out the window at the moon just rising over the rooftops, "no, no there is a god. And plenty of bastards mad enough to pay it homage."

He pauses for a moment to contemplate the words before getting up from the pew, very well, let's meet here so we can confer and decide on an approach before we speak with them. They may just want to make an appointment so all the relevant members are present but if we can toss the initial idea in the door perhaps they'll be more willing to honor that date than not. I will see you in the morning."

Getting up with a grunt from his still aching wounds Karthan begibs to make his way towards the exit.

"... I wouldn't describe that thing as a god. God's can be understood on some level." She knew exactly what he meant, and her frown deepened and her eyes closed. Really, she didn't like considering what was in the moon. Considering she was pretty sure she had some connection to the moon now...

"I'll see you in the morning Sternmason. Hopefully, this all goes well." With those words, she pushed herself upright. While he went to exit, she went to try and find Misana. She needed to be informed of this turn of events. And... she really could just use a chance to talk to a friend about everything that happened today.

Karthan shrugs, "understandable, though it does make logistics and financing a little trickier. More of a problem would be your own recruitment efforts. Though that problem might be sidestepped through making it an organization associated with the Order but not necessarily a part. That's for your order to decide."

Jurisdictions will likely be drawn along property lines, though with some arm twisting I'm sure we can expand it into the poorer neighborhoods. The merchants guild will be first, followed by the noble families, the ship captains, and whoever else requires security. Perhaps we can repurpose the old fort? I dont know if any of the church is left uo there but if so they might be willing to sign on just for the comfort of belonging to a cause. "The idea, ultimately, is to gain some semblance of order back in this city without the interference of mad angels, godless monsters, and bloody madmen. We will need to make an appointment in any case. Tell me will you be available in the morning to walk down to the guild and make that appointment and pitch?"

"I've permission to recruit new members to the Order. That will not be an issue. Drawing jurisdictions along property lines is fine, but the Order's not gonna stop its patrols through the poorer neighborhoods. The old fort... It would be useful. It'd be worth checking out at the bare minimum... Remember though Sternmason, we're all godless now. Tomorrow I'll be available. Meet here, or meet outside the guild-hall?" Rather than waste time, she got right to the point.

... I missed Karthen's response for a literal week. >_>

The Jotunblood template adds 10 racial HD, is that okay?

Also, since I'm only going to end up with 3 CR left after, I think I'm going to add Graveknight as well, using the 'variant' of actively transforming into one, ala a lich.

Will probably take 1 level of Antpaladin, with the Iron Tyrant archtype. Would it be okay to do away with the CE alignment requirement, and be LE instead?

How many hit dice would that total out to be?

Karthan grunts as he sits at a nearby pew and removes his tricorn, "and thats where it begins to get complicated. Between both of us putting pressure on them getting the merchant and shipping guilds to pledge funds would be easy. What comes next determines how much and how long that support remains. They'll want to know how this will be organized. Do we split everything, reorganize, cut the city into jurisdictions, agree on a common law with consistent penalties and otherwise remain separate? Do we combine our forces into a common town guard and reorganize into a single command structure? Either way I have to completely dismantle and rebuild my rank and pay lists. A lot to at least outline before drawing up any contracts and charters. What would your order even want?"

"We remain separate." She stated that much firmly. "I can't make a decision like that. I've got got to answer to Thalia, and I doubt she'd like to hear that I tied any of the people in the Order to a command structure under someone else. No offense to you, but I doubt she'd want someone in charge of a significant number of the Order without meeting them. I think splitting everything, cutting the city into jurisdictions, and agreeing on a common law would be reasonable. Honestly, if things go well, I could even see if extra recruits would be willing to head to other towns the Order's trying to protect."

"I wouldn't use the word forced in front of them. Consider it proper recompense for our continued service. The way I see it they would benefit more from paying us to bolster and train our forces than deal with an unchecked rise in monstrous forces and angry mobs. Havengul is the largest freeport in Innistrad. We have more sailors here willing to spit in the eye of a kraken than Avacyn had angelic hosts. It is my opinion that enough of such brave men properly equipped, trained, and supported is a match to any mage or monster. Several such men were present on that very street. What they lacked, madame, was incentive. Many of these men are without ships or work. Do you see where I'm taking this?"

"I can see the benefit of training the common folk. Instilling some discipline so we don't get angry mobs rampaging around. Ensuring they're able to stand for themselves, and not get themselves killed doing something potentially stupid. How exactly would you see this handled? We go get the funds from the merchants and then start recruiting campaigns?"

Karthan pauses to lend weight to his words as a wicked grin slowly creeps across his face, "or as an opportunity to leverage what we need from some real bastards."

"... So you want to basically force the merchants into giving us support? Is that what you're getting at?" It hadn't been what she expected, and frankly she could see Isabela becoming an issue in the future. Even still... "... We could use more funding for supplies. The Order of Saint Traft is stretched thin enough that there's little to send this way."

What this does tell me is that things are dire indeed if you have to rely on monsters to hunt their own kind. Did you know Havengul has no formal town guard? Even its government is fairly minimal. Little more than a few offices for idiot relatives of powerful merchants to inhabit to give the semblance of order and tell the priests off when they, heh, bring the word of the angel to the city. Last time they had the power to levy taxes the fort had just laid it's foundation. Rulw of law here is rule of the coin pouch, or the mob if a large enough pouch is unavailable."

Eliana completely ignored the first part of his comments, just continuing to stare at Karthan as he speaks. Eventually, he spoke on something actually important, the state of the city. Letting out a small sigh, she nodded her head and waved a hand at her surroundings. "The state of Havengul is the state of most of Innistrad at the moment. The Church of Avacyn was the government, and it's lost almost all of its power. Beyond Avacyn's madness and subsequent death, fighting off the madness that spread resulted in massive losses."

Looking directly back at Karthan, she pressed a hand to her chest. "I'm one of the few Gryff Knights left, in all of Innistrad. Havengul's frankly better off compared to a lot of places since the church's presence was comparatively limited and it wasn't as heavily attacked. Thraben will likely never recover from what happened. But I digress. I suppose you're interested in trying to form some kind of government for the city then?"

"First, I suppose I shall get directly to the point and ask what in all the horrible hells we can think up that was all about and how are you involved in it? I thought I was dealing with some overzealous angel in a town that could frankly use a proper crusade or three and the next thing I know I'm in a brawl with a vampire and demon thrown in the damned mix. Last time that happened I had at least a score of equally angry men next to me on an open field. I didn't quite expect to be doing the same in my street wear before I've had my lunch!"

"Well, life is full of surprises. Especially after the madness that threatened to consume everyone. Things aren't exactly gonna be normal... ever again potentially." She reached a hand up, pulling her hood down so she could run her fingers through her hair. Why did Isabela have to go and show her true form? That was gonna make this very annoying indeed. "Not the first time I've fought alongside a vampire, or hell that specific vampire. Isabela and I fought at the Battle of Thraben. As far as we've been able to tell she's never murdered anyone innocent, and she aids the city as an investigator. Just before the angel showed up, we were trying to track down a monster who was abducting children."

Eliana had placed herself before what was once an altar to Avacyn. Her head bowed and hands clasped together in a classic prayer pose. Though she prayed to no one, she just... contemplated and thought over everything that happened. The status quo in the city had fallen apart. Was she right to not attack the demon? To not aid the mob in hunting him down? They might be dead now at his hand, and she'd have let them.

The noise of Karthan entering the chapel didn't bother her, she assumed it was a monk. His voice surprised her, and she stood. Turning to look at Karthan, her silvery-white eyes stared at him for a few moments before she nodded. "I am the leader of the local branch of the Order of Saint Traft. I suppose you're here to discuss the events that recently happened?"

Is Eliana said leader of this order or is it clear it's some other woman?

At least from what I've written, Eliana is one of the two leaders of order in the city. There's also Misana Arsun, a Springsage who's in charge of the less military part of the local chapter. So... that guy's probably referring to Eliana.

Eliana just barely was able to see Oleg, and waved back before landing. Dismounting, she reached a hand up to run it through her hair. Patting Moonwing on the neck, she spoke to him quietly. "Stay close by, if an hour passes, you're free to hunt yourself some dinner. I'm not sure if we'll be needed further tonight." With that, she turned towards the chapel to enter it. After everything that happened, she needed time to think. As well as just wait to see if the city survived the night.

Typically what I am trying to encourage and communicate here is that it is up to you to do something here. There is no authority that you can turn to that will solve the problems. If you see a problem and you want it to be solved, your characters are the ones with the power and willpower to solve them.

Currently I am waiting on Taime/Li'omrut to decide on a course of action before moving that timeline forward. If they just want to wait in the kitchen until something happens, they should go ahead and post that.

I'm also waiting on Karthan to decide on something to do before I have anything to respond to him with. He is, in effect, the most effective guard captain for the city. What does he want to do about this situation?

Eliana has decided to fly away. Where is she going to go? I can respond to her once I have a destination other than "the sky".

... I'm an idiot for forgetting to say that, sorry. She's just flying back go the small chapel the local branch of the order's been basing itself out of. She's tired.

Eliana lets out a sigh and shakes her head. "My duty is to protect the town, but I cannot protect the town from themselves. If there are widows come tomorrow morning, remember my words." There wasn't an option left here for the Gryff Knight. Giving a short whistle, Moonwing spread his wings and took to the air. This was going to be a bloody night, and it made her miss Thraben oh so much more...

Eliana, would you be so kind as to describe your idea for the local presence of the Order of Saint Traft?

I am starting school tomorrow! Wish me luck!

The local presence isn't particularly large, a total of twelve members. Besides Eliana, there's the other leader, a springsage named Misana Ardun, and then ten other priests and Cathars that mostly do basic duties. Hunts for any undead that threaten the town, offering free healing to those who need it most. Not a big presence, but better than nothing.

Of course, my bad luck with dice rolls in this campaign strikes again.

"I'm saying it's not worth going after it. The demon has resided here, bound, for a while now. If it was going to commit to mayhem, it would have already. Instead, it does as it is told. It's not the first demon bound to serve the benefit of humans. I doubt it will be the last. Potentially having anyone die because one of Avacyn's corrupted kin jumped on the first chance to try and murder something is pointless. If you want to hunt, hunt the man who's been kidnapping children. Or any number of threats that actually threaten the people of the town." She tried using simple logic to stop, or at least redirect the mob. Burning down the Merchant's Hall would just hurt Havengul in the long one.

"If the demon needs putting down, I promise to personally open its skull with my hammer."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

"The demon has fled, but I tell you all now. Return to your homes, tonight is not the night for a hunt. A demon capable of standing against one of Avacyn's corrupted kin would tear through a man like a knife through butter. When he breaks the chains that bind him in service, then the Order of Saint Traft will hunt him down. But I will say again. Return to your homes, a demon bound in servitude is not worth even a single human life." Eliana's cloudy eyes were locked onto the dockworker who addressed her, before turning her eyes to scan the crowd. Forty peasants could likely kill that demon. Each blow from him would likely kill a single one. She rather not fight that demon tonight, as annoying as he was, he was bound. He performed his task as expected and didn't stray from it as far as Eliana could tell.

Want a diplo?

"Yes, and I am staying. Someone has to try and speak sense into the mob. If need be I can get away easily enough. You get to safety." She gave Tiame a glance and what she hoped was a comforting smile, before turning her eyes back to where the shouts were coming from. She would do her job, it was simple as that. One hand came down to stroke Moonwing's head as she waited to see who would arrive.

I'm still standin~

Eliana didn't flee. After all, at any moment she could simply choose to fly away. No, to prevent a lot of unnecessary violence, she was staying right where she was. Someone had to talk these people down, and well, the demon wasn't going to. Taime had seemingly entered a vegetative state, and Karthen wasn't really much better. Isabela running off probably was a good thing. It just left her either way.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Her less than stellar sight leaving her ears keen after so long, she can hear their chanting coming from a long way away. Letting out a sigh, she turned to face the approaching mob. Glancing over at the demon, then over at Karthen, and then Taime, she spoke. "Unless you all feel like calming a mob down, I suggest you leave. I'll be doing my best, but I've got a method to escape if things go sour. You all do not."

"It matters not now who she came from. The madness is deep inside her, and she has found a target. Even if the demon is dead, she'll return for the vampire. Even if the vampire is dead, she'll return for us. Even if we're dead, she'll return for the city. Whatever mercy and temperance that may have existed in her heart are gone now. All that exists is the urge to purge any who she may view as corrupt. If an entire flight can descend on a group of Cathars actively serving the church, then it is beyond easy for her to justify it against us." Eliana wasn't offering her hand to the demon, she was offering it to Karthen. Perhaps if he didn't reek of evil she would have healed him. But he did, and so she didn't even want to touch him.

""Yes, I did." She was hoping to be wrong, but a small sigh escaped her. Looking over at Taime and Karthen, this entire thing sat poorly in her stomach. Brought up bad memories. She just wanted to get back to the chapel... One hand came down to stroke Moonwing's head, before looking over at Karthen. He had been hit and injured. Letting out a small sigh, she motioned for him to come over and offered a hand. "Let me handle your wounds. It is the least I could do for a fellow defender of the city."

Eliana reaches a hand up to her forehead, rubbing it as the Angel proceeds to leave. At the very least, she wasn't gonna have to continue the fight. Deciding to answer something for herself once and for all, she chants a familiar chant, turning her now glowing eyes to Li'Omrut. It wouldn't change what she did, but it would change how she handled the demon in the future.

Casting Detect Evil again and focusing on Demon Boi.

Eliana stares up at the angel as she retreats, meeting her glare with an even-tempered look... At least until Li'Omrut spoke up and she snapped at him. "Quiet you, the only reason you live is that as far as I have heard, you have never gone against orders. She did not enjoy having to work with the demon. Turning her eyes back up to the angel, she simply watched. Would she flee the city, or would she continue the fight? She might, now that... Isabela left them. Great, she ran off.

I'd be doing decent damage... if I could roll for s%#$.

Moonwing followed up her attempted strikes with a flurry of his own, trying to take advantage of the opening in his own way. Beak and claws snapping out at the angel.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 22
Damage 1: 1d6 + 5 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 + (1, 3) = 13

Attack 2: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 33
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 14
Damage 2: 1d6 + 5 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 + (4, 3) = 19

Attack 3: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 26
Damage 3: 1d6 + 5 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 + (5, 2) = 20

It's still your turn if you'd like to roll for Moonwing.

Very good point!

I guess I forgot to narrate Karthan's hit, but yeah, Karthan/Li'omrut/Moonwing have all hit. The angel has DR, and none of you are very high damage dealers for your level, so it has been a lot of small chips.

Too bad Li'omrut gave up his FRA on the same round you went for Kill the Wounded.

Eliana can do decent damage... SHE JUST NEEDS TO HIT! Also, I should have realized that with Kill the Wounded, Moonwing would have done actual damage and had him try to kill.

I figured it easier to keep track via post than remember to go and constantly edit the profile. But then I'll forgot to actually even really properly track it via post. Gotta fix that. Moonwing's Channel Vigor ended last round, and Eliana's ends this round. Also Christ I cannot roll well at all.

The magic that aided Moonwing faded, but it would hold on just a little bit longer for Eliana. It was all she could ask for, just a few more moments to deal with the angel. On some level, she felt bad for doing this, but it was obvious they were not going to stand down willingly. They must be beaten into submission, then perhaps some change can be brought about. So even as she turned her attention to Isabela, Moonwing brought her closer so she could thrust her hammer out, taking advantage of Karthan's opening.

Power Attack 1: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 17
Damage 1: 1d12 + 8 + 6 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 6 + 2 + (2, 4) = 23
Power Attack 2: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 17
Damage 2: 1d12 + 8 + 6 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 6 + 2 + (3, 1) = 31

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

Understood

Moonwing pulls back as he sees he's not managing to actually hurt the angel. Eliana reared her hammer back to strike again, glancing at Isabela as she proceeded to start talking... The demon just punched her some more. Did she try to break through the madness? Should she have used her words before resorting to violence? The literal vampire was trying diplomacy, though she may just be taunting her. "Angel, I do not wish to do this! I do not wish to hurt you, but you have threatened the people of this city. My duty lies in protecting them. Please, I beg of you, go to the Flight of Herons. Go to Sigarda. Leave the city's defense to me and mine."

Eliana, I think you've missed that Taime has buffed you. Perhaps the intent of posts should not be hidden in spoilers.

I didn't miss it... I just entirely forgot it. Easy to forget things when turns happen over several days. I don't think the buff would have mattered enough to make the attacks land though.

Eliana AoO: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 11
Eliana Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 6 = 19

Moonwing AoO: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 1 = 30
Moonwing Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11
Moonwing Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

The angel raced past her and Moonwing, her head swiveling to follow it as it went after Isabela... Was she always a vampire? When did she become a vampire? Did she have time to focus on that? No. With a short whistle, Moonwing followed after the celestial. Giving him space was the worst thing she could have done, as with enough space to charge, he did. Beak and claws flexing, Eliana's hammer following after it, the two descended like a bolt of lightning. A feather and metal covered, tooth and talon wielding bolt of lightning.

Eliana Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 13
Eliana Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 6 = 19

Moonwing Attack 1: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 16
Moonwing Damage 1: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Moonwing Attack 2: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 17
Moonwing Damage 2: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Moonwing Attack 3: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 31
Moonwing Damage 3: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Moonwing Attack 4: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 18
Moonwing Damage 4: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Moonwing Attack 5: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 31
Moonwing Damage 5: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Took the AoOs, then took the charge. I think with the fact it's flying, there's more than 10ft between me/Moonwing and the Angel. So... Yeah, boogaloo begins.

Her eyes followed the angel as it ascended, taking to the skies. She saw her attack and heard her voice. One eyebrow twitched at the declaration. This... mad, corrupted angel was going to slaughter an unknown amount to of people in her city. People she was duty bound to defend. Turning her eyes to the crowd, she saw they were preparing to flee. She also saw Isaba and the woman from earlier. And so, she spoke. "Remember the madness that consumed Avacyn and kin. How all but the Flight of Herons sought our destruction? That madness hangs about her like a cloud. This city's fate is not hers to decide." Leaning down to Moonwing, she spoke a prayer into his ear, one they both knew well. "Just flies on silver wings.

Fly: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Silvery light engulfed their limbs, and both suddenly shot into the air after the angel. They spiraled about, Moonwing not able to ascend in the manner necessary for the both of them to reach her. Still when he got close enough, he lashed out with his beak, intent on trying to knock that angel from the sky.
Beak: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Cast Channel Vigor, split it 4 rounds on Eliana and 3 on Moonwing.

Tiame wrote:

15 ft if my eyes are not decieving me

Where are you seeing 15 feet?

The battlemap.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Everything went wrong so very quickly. The serving girl, despite coming out of the merchant's hall, was ignored. She offered the information, but because it was not a merchant, the angel's fury grew. The cloud she'd sensed lingering around her made much more sense now. With the slamming of the sword into the door, and the rushing forward of the two women, she knew that conflict was going to come about. With a sigh, she let out a quiet prayer, a glowing aura surrounding herself and Moonwing. "Let my faith guard me, for my cause is just."

If they could talk the angel down, then amazing. If not, then she would be prepared for the fight.

Casting Shield of Faith, and using Improved Spell Sharing to grant it to both me and Moonwing. So sitting pretty at 23 AC and 30 AC now.

Isabela, we're at the hall of merchants already...