The movanic deva beats its wings and comes to a stop next to Lefrik, sword aflame and an eager hum vibrating its throat...!
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"I shall smite them all," the deva declares. "That magic is not elemental and will burn them well."
"Demons," the deva breathes, a glimmer of light travelling along the edges of its feathered wings. "The multiverse will smell cleaner if we dispose of these."
"Cowardly beast! Villain!" the deva rages as it chops at the roper with its full angelic might. "Surrender or die!"
"Aberration! Abomination! This cowardice will not stand!" the deva trumpets as it takes wing and attacks the creature reeling in its summoner.
The deva swoops into the cave, draws a bead on the roper gripping Anklebiter and Bruendor, and smites it!
"Indeed. Now let us see whether Evil rules their hearts," the deva proclaims.
Truespeech: the deva bellows at the ropers. "You there, mortal ropers! We see you well, very well indeed. Wouldst parlay or enter battle bloody?"
"Indeed," the deva agrees, clearly annoyed as she is not as successful in repulsing the attack, and raises her own flaming greatsword against the glyph in a whirl of fiery aggression!
"Indeed," the deva agrees.
The deva inclines its head, shrugs, then addresses the earth elemental in a deep, rumbling language: Truespeech/Terran:
"The mortals wish to thank you for your work against the worm-thing, mighty scion of the Elemental Plane of Earth. Your summoning served a goodly purpose this day, should that interest you, and the Green Wizard thinks he may call for your aid in battle again." The earth elemental rumbles a reply: Terran:
"Not care, squishies. Command, or release. Return. Deep Earth." The angel coughs, slightly embarrassed, then
The deva alights near Bruendor, a serene smile on her face.
The deva lightly touches Bruendor's forehead, and a surge of wellness travels through him.
"Not quite enough yet, I see," the deva says as she eyes Bruendor, critical of her own work. Another light-fingered touch to the Dwarf's head, and…
"And mayhap I ought do a little something for thee as well, my barbarous comrade," the angel says as she moves on to Lefrik.
"Cry pardon if I refrain from further healing," the deva apologizes. "My ability to channel this power is limited to seven charges per day, and we may yet face more threats in this den of vileness."
"Fear not, friends! Help is coming!" the movanic deva trumpets as she takes flight and hurtles at the tentacle holding Bruendor.
The deva shouts her fury when she sees Lefrik's plight and flies up to him. Once there, she shakes her flaming blade at the Mouldering Emperor.
"Creature of foulness! Yield to righteousness or perish! Holy Smite!" the deva roars as she unleashes a blast of holy energy upon the creature.
"My holy smite is always ready," the deva offers.
"Let me gather information my own way first, little sister," the deva cautions as it starts to detect evil.
"Hmm. I am obligated not to reveal certain things," the deva muses, "but this much should be alright: It would always be a surprise. And you are not beholden to Torag for your eternal reward, nor is it he who shall judge your deeds. Does this provide comfort?"
The deva smiles -- and reaches out, placing one index finger on Bruendor's upper lip. "Shh," is all she says before flying on, and she refuses to further discuss the subject.
The deva smiles at Bruendor. "That depends on where you are sent."
"Mayhap we should also destroy the physical manifestation of this glyph, lest its creator return to find an easy job of recreating it," the deva suggests.
"I regret being unable to strike it down," the deva muses, sighing. "I performed ... poorly this day."
"We are fortuitous in coming here first, lest this vile thing mend any other glyphs we had visited before," the deva says. "Be wary when touching this abomination, my summoner. I would not see thee corrupted."
"Enough of this, and more than enough!" the deva bellows, angrily -- and it attempts to unleash celestial power onto the battlefield...
... to no avail.
"Vile abominations!" the angel roars, as she struggles to break free.
"Then this merits extreme measures," the deva says as she draws her sword -- and suddenly, everyone in the party starts to blaze with celestial light!
"Something indeed. Might this be the effect of these oft-mentioned glyphs?"
"And laying low the brood of the Abyss is ever worthwhile labour," the deva says, solemnly.
"Prithee have patience, Daughter of Earth," the deva says after having nodded to Anklebiter. "Whilst we wait for the Wizard to recharge his energies, wouldst regale us with the tale of how the vile Drow entrapped thee?"
"And what is it you reckon a 'normal formation', mine allies?" the deva politely enquires. "I am no slave to battle formations as are archons, but would fain know where my strength is best deployed."
The deva immediately lends her might shoulder to the challenge!
"Pray accept my apologies for my misdirected energies, Geniekin Daughter of the Deep Delves of the Elemental Plane of Earth," the deva says as she sheathes her blade. "Should it please thee, I offer healing to mend the damage I have dealt." The deva raises an empty hand and quirks an eyebrow at the geniekin.
If the Drow are still standing after all of that, the deva again unleashes celestial magic on the battlefield! Glorious light bathes the two Drow and Bruendor in its radiance…
"Prithee deal with the vermin drawing close, mine mortal allies," the deva says, "whilst I provide ranged support to our comrades in the field." Again, the angel unleashes its power, celestial light erupting around Bruendor, Lefrik and the Drow ganging up on them!
"Villains! Soldiers of wickedness!" the angel trumpets as she draws her flaming sword. "Yield or face judgment!" Celestial power erupts on the battlefield, catching three of the Drow!
The deva frowns, puzzled. Then its brow clears.
"This geniekin," the deva speaks up. "What know you of its character?"
It may be useful to point out I can cast Holy Smite at will.
The movanic deva is in front. Where else would she be? When she hears the Mage shout for everyone to duck, she does go to one knee to let the bead of explosive fire go over her -- but she hardly resigns to letting these mortals do all the fighting!
The angel's magic erupts in the middle of the mummies, holy power ripping through bandages and dessicated flesh alike!
There are ... places, for lack of a better term, which simply are goodness manifest.
Like the place it inhabits, the awareness is crystallized good.
To paraphrase, then. There is an awareness which could be said to identify itself as one of many. The awareness could be said to identify its tribe as Movanic deva.
This is only natural. It is understandable. It is … vaguely irritating, but the deva can forgive it. Mortals need to phase-shift before they can understand, after all, and many are doing their best in their own, limited way. The awareness acknowledges the voice, considers it.
Mortals can be difficult. Some are hideously malicious. But others can be saintly and kind. Some deserve help. Some do not. The problem is, the phase-shift exists between the deva's state of being and mortals'. It is … difficult to determine which kind a mortal is without actually answering the call. To be personified Good means not turning down those who desperately need help. With the equivalent of a sigh, the Movanic deva … answers the call.
"" the Movanic Deva booms as she slashes her greatsword at the mummy in an effort to break the flank on her before it can materialize. ""
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