Nme'an picks up the Morningstar, then moves forward towards the edge of the fog as he weighs it in his grip.
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Nme'an absorbs the undead knight's blow and counterattacks. for
”Agreed,” Nme’an says. He moves to the door and speaks the paraphrase.
"Knowledge is power," Nme'an repeats in common. "That is the closest thing that makes sense. Does this mean we can follow him?"
Nme'an moves into the room and tries to find significance in the clutter.
Nme'an moves back into the room with the others.
Nme'an clutches at his head...
He moves in on the nearest skeleton at swings his hammer. for
Nme’an watches the elementals rush into the room and lay waste to the skeletons. Rather than take a swing at the nearest for, the Paladin thrust his shield forward and sends an expanding wave of golden light flooding through the room.
Though he is concerned for the druidess' companion, Nme'an leaves the tiger in her care and gets back to doing what he does best: Vanquishing evil. He steps back into the room and swings his Warhammer at the skeleton nearest Shark.
He also further heals his wounds.
Nme'an dodges under the Ogre's arm, spins, and delivers a powerful counterattack.
The dark sorcerer's touch nearly freezes Nme'an, but a combination of faith and strength see the Knight through. A quick touch of his hand sees some of his frozen flesh restored.
Seeing too many enemies to handle on his own, Nme'an backs out of the room then casts one of his last few spells on the druidess' tiger. "I need some help in there, tiger... Shark...." he says as he grants the animal protection From evil.
Nme'an steels himself against the cold...
Still, he spots a chance to strike back at the skeleton who did the greater harm, and...
As before, an unfamiliar spell catches Nme'an's eye...
Wincing from the cold and the hit he took, Nme'an calls upon divine healing to help him stay in the fight:
Not seeing a lot of options to move forward, Nme'an again takes a swing at the biggest target in the room...
Nme’an glances at the readied spell...
Instead of shrugging, though, Nme’an grips his hammer more firmly and whispers a small prayer before striking back at the hulk.
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"First, some added protection for the two of you," the Paladin replies. With careful movements he touches first Themp then Beorae on the shoulder.
With that done, he readies his shield and Warhammer then pushes through the door to the room with the chanting.
Nme’an reads the note then gives a small hmmph. ”This deal is no good. We do not stand by in the presence of evil. Let us continue...” he says to the others.
Nme'an moves carefully into the room and towards the desk intending to inspect the writing on the paper.
Nme’an opens the door and advances slowly, quietly forward.
”I do not like the idea of either of you going alone,” Nme’an admits. ”Perhaps if one of us went while the other two distracted?” He thinks for a long moment then says, ”Except... our enemy has been spying on us. They know how many of us there are. Just vanishing one of us might not help... Is there some way we could use the invisibility at a more opportune moment?”
”There is only light from another room. The room seems otherwise empty,” Nme’an answers.
”I hear something in the next room but cannot see it or them. We need to move forward.” Nme’an says. ”They may be fortifying their position or setting traps...”
Nme'an attempts to peer through a keyhole or a gap in the doors to get a glimpse on what is waiting for them.
Nme'an takes the ring and says, "An interesting find. Thank you, Bi Sevenstone." He then gets a thoughtful look for a moment and carefully places the ring flat on the palm of his outstretched hand which he slowly tilts sideways until the ring slides off his hand and falls to the floor. It does not impact with a startlingly solid thud, nor does it waft gently to the ground. It just drops, like a normal ring, bounces, then begins to roll until he quickly stops it by stepping on it with his foot. "Probably was not far enough..." he mumbles as he picks the ring back up and puts it on.
Nme’an carefully moves to the doors, but stops a short distance away to listen for any dangers.
"Alright... let's move," Nme'an says, as he moves to the stairs and waits for the others to follow.
Nme’an unfolds his special glasses and moves to take a look at the spell at the top of the stairs.
Nme’an bristles. ”I meant, was he back in control of himself or did I need to take him out of the fight until his mind could be healed. I do apologize for your wounds. He was stronger than I had thought.” Upon further thought, Nme’an places a hand on his neck wound and directs divine energy to close the punctures.
The Paladin takes a look at the room and picks up his warhammer. Then he sees the charred remains of the Vampire’s scroll on the floor. He carefully stoops down to inspect it, curious if his blast of flames was worth the trouble.
With little reaction to the vampire’s demise, Nme’an turns on the remaining skeleton. for The Knight Lieutenant next turns his sword towards Themp and asks, ”Are you good?”
"Enough of this," Nme'an says while drawing his sword. He strikes a gallant pose with his sword held vertical before him as says a silent prayer, and then darts forward to strike at Duridel.
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Nme'an attempts to escape the grapple...
...and fails.
Nme’an watches the skeleton before him then takes the opportunity to move forward towards the smirking vampire and his unrolled parchment. In one smooth motion, the Knight of the Dawnflower stretches out his hand, drops his warhammer, and fills the space between himself and the Vampire, along with his recently revealed scroll, with fire.
Nme'an is briefly taken aback by Shark's tearing apart of a second skeleton, but then the Knight Lieutenant looks up to Duridel with a smile, twirls his Warhammer effortlessly in his hand just to show it was unaffected by the creature's odd spell, then takes a swing at another skeleton. for
Nme’an retains his grip on his unbroken warhammer and swings again. for
"Ok," the half-elf responds flatly a moment before he turns and swings his Warhammer at the nearest of the skeletons. for
"Uko sahihi. Sio. Kuwa tayari," Nme'an replies after a moment. He then stops and addresses Duridel ahead of him. "Enough of this. We are here to rid this tower of evil. One of two things will happen now. Either you will tell us how to reach your master then dispell your skeletons and leave this place in peace, or you and your minions will be dispatched here and now before you are able to reach your master's side. This is your once offer of mercy. You should take it. Elven: "You are right. It is not. Be ready."
Nme'an readies his Warhammer, but continues along warily.
”When it is time, be sure and use blunt impacts on the skeletons. There is no flesh to cut, so do not bother,” Nme’an tells the others aloud before taking a few steps forward so as to illuminate the creature standing further into the room.
Nme’an casts light and raises a glowing gauntlet to allow the others to see into the room.
Nme'an glances to his collogues and says a short prayer. Those around him feel a slight strengthening of their resolve as the Knight Lieutenant presses forward through the door.
Nme’an inspects the door with his special glasses and also reaches out with his feelings as he attempts to sense any nearby evils, apart from Themp. If nothing, apart from Themp, seems suspect, he raises his shield and pushes carefully through the doors.
”For good measure...” Nme’an says after a moment’s thought. He pulls out his sword and... for ...cuts the vampire’s head from its body.
”That would be disturbing,” Nme’an says, ”Especially given this was meant to be a place of honest knowledge. I think, as with the werewolf from earlier we should limit the things we allow to bite us. At least until this situation is resolved.”
”Odd. These holes made through the man’s neck... It’s like something out of a spooky story of creatures I know little about. I don’t suppose there is in reach a book on vampires?”
Nme’an moves to the body and gently turns it over as he looks for clues as to what led to this person’s death.
Nme'an also notices the body. He takes a cautious step forward, instinct always leading him to the role of the protector. Still several more steps away from the body, the Paladin once again peers through his magic-seeing glasses. As he does so, he reaches out with his senses to attempt to discern the presence of any nearby evil.
Nme’an nods at the new information but files it away for the future. He readies his gear and says his prayers and within an hour is ready to depart. ”Is everyone ready? I think it’s time to move out.”
"Well, if we see any important looking stones we will deal with them harshly," Nme'an says, as a matter of course. "Before we rest, and because we may not get the chance to speak later, how are we to get to Ithalgol from here?"
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