Ofelio grunts and moves to lunge at A-125 with a grimace. He still hates that the other devils are watching.
It unnerves him so much he can't hit a thing.
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"Wait... waitwait... was he talking about me earlier?!" Ofelio asked, pulling out his glaive short on the uptake.
Why is this house attacking itself? Don't all of these guys serve Asmodeus? GAH! My head hurts. Ofelio stands ill-at-ease and twitches after advancing to be next to Garim.
Ofelio takes advantage of his position and shoves the glaive straight past Garim and towards their zombified foe.
Surprisingly, the oracle is unscathed and the paladin's weapon actually hits what he's aiming at! The zombie crumples to the ground.
Ofelio joins the fray much like his fellows, though he rushes after a different foe. His glaive actually does what he wants it to this time, but he's too distracted by the nearby devils to revel properly.
Ofelio flares his nostrils like some sort of awkward bull as the conversation progresses.
Ofelio, sworn to truth, dare not lie. But he has no desire to betray his entire party, either. He remains tight-lipped. Maybe they'll think him an idiot and leave him be.
"Is there anything left in the book? Etchings, markings or something of the like, Timbur?" Ofelio asks quietly.
"Well, at least we can sell this stuff, right?"
Ofelio moves to C-74 and tries to hit their foe whilst he is down. Dishonorable with human foes, yes, but this is a practical approach with whatever... this thing is. However, due to the thickness of the thing's armor, he can't get a good hit in.
Ofelio lumbers to E-73 and holds his glaive out, ready to hit the monstrosity should it rise.
Ofelio bows to thin air in hearing the description of the items. He starts to say something, but then stops momentarily before clearing his throat. "Might I see the objects in question...? Especially the phylactery... If it could be attuned to Shelyn's desires, of course?"
The tiefling is at least graced enough to be able to do that. He goes to town on those cushions. He starts hacking them apart with so much pent-up aggression that he no longer accepts anything in his reality other than the pillows marked for destruction.
Ofelio turns barely-concealed homicidal rage onto Garim's facial embracer.
He barely misses.
Ofelio prioritizes getting the pillow off of Laya first. Hitting the same stride as before, he shreds the fell cushion.
Ofelio flails as is normal for him at this point.
Ofelio, standing behind Garim, gives him the questioning look that says, if you can get past the twitching,'there's more skeletons in there, right?'.
Ofelio draws his heavy mace that he had scavenged from the room with the cupboards and runs to A-43, thumping on his chest with his free hand.
Ofelio makes his uneven clomp of a move over to C-51, leaving himself momentarily open to attack so that he can make an assault in kind.
The bite from one of the ghouls sinks through a chink in his armor, but aside from the pain, there isn't much to talk about.
Ofelio sniffs monstrously and hustles to D-49.
"Good plan." Ofelio rumbles in agreement, trying Sir Rollynd's advice with one final thrust before battle approaches.
"In that case, we should get going."
Embarrassed at his lack of ability in the fight his fellow paladin had just witnessed, Ofelio shifts on his left foot nervously. "Thank you for reviving Timbur. As Garim has already told you, there were circumstances that caused this destruction." He regards something in space and places a twitching hand under his chin.
Ofelio continues his fight against the bandit in C-4.
To no better a result than was had before.
Ofelio grimaces and slices at the bandit in F-3. A sudden cramp in his wrist makes it look just as pathetic as the end result.
Ofelio's breathing speeds up significantly after Timbur goes down. However, it is still the middle of combat, and there is hardly time to react. He steps back once again.
Ofelio takes a step back, frowns at Timbur's damage, and lunges for the bandit in B-5.
"TARNATIONFEET!" Ofelio roars, unable to articulate an appropriate swearword, trying to preserve common decency. He looks around the room. Then, noticing that their foe isn't in said room, he starts back for the stairs after Garim.
Ofelio just grins at his success. Honestly, despite the massive amount of time it took, it felt like a very easy task. "I guess we'll be taking the stairs, then?" he asks brightly.
Yay! New person!
Ofelio shrugs, wishing he'd the ability to help in this endeavor.
Ofelio takes his usual step back,pulls out his glaive, and lunges!
Ofelio moves into the room, throwing himself into the search, as Genisen seemed to have the watch thing covered.
Finally having had enough, Ofelio's arms realigned and he stabbed into the creature with gusto.
Ofelio rushes into the room in the typical fashion, moving to a point where he can get a good strike in with his glaive.
"Of course."
Ofelio rummages along with Garim, and tries to find a nice blunt object to help him when he's not feeling up to using reach combat. A club would do, but a mace would be better.
"That's old, but it's a nice sign, right?" Ofelio asks, his face a flush of embarrassment. He meanders over to the fallen Timbur and places his hands on him with a quick prayer.
Seeing how weak it is, Ofelio stares at the sky with his arms open, like he's waiting for a bolt of lightning. Did he make the wrong choice taking the bandit with them? It is clearly within Shelyn's tenants to allow such a thing, and as long as justice and order is served in the long run, why would it cause this much ineptitude?! Then again, his own skills might be the problem. Somehow, this thought is comforting, and he relishes it as he gently aids Timbur to his feet.
Ofelio narrows his eyes haphazardly at the quarry next to Garim that has as of yet evaded him. Squeezing on the handle, he thrusts his glaive at skeleton 8 again.
Ofelio strikes at Skeleton 4, but can't seem to get a decent strike in.
Ofelio closes his eyes for a moment, but decides to go with the only course of action he can think of, staring at the skeleton he was harming before.
vs. Skellie 5.
Ofelio keeps an eye on his protege, but is still very concerned with the sheer number of foes. He takes a quick step back and continues to harry them with his glaive.
HAHAHA! I forgot my only feat! XDD
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