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I have to say, as an atheist, I don't generally enjoy playing religious characters. I loved Sinan. He was a blast to write.
Sinan gives a hard look at his newest convert then back at the monster that holds him. It is as if time stands still. "You will make me proud, Simon." He tosses his Holy Symbol to Simon with a solemn "Farewell." With fiery determination in his eyes Sinan turns his broken form once again to face the blood ooze. "I am not a morsel for the feast, creature. We shall both perish this day." He barks as he brings his blade to the creature. As Dawn's Light connects, a calm comes over his face and he says a soft prayer to Sarenrae in kelish. "Asmaeni ya Sayidati , sa'akhud alyawm maerakatan dida 'aedayika. ln 'akun khayifana 'aw khayifana. wala takhafuu wala tufsih lahum almajal 'amamahuma. li'anak maei lilqital min ajl 'aedayik lamanhini alnisr."
"The Dawnflower is with me, Simon!" barks the priest. "You bring her love to the people like you were meant to. I was meant to make sure you can." Despite his predicament, Sinan smiles with his Lady's fire in his eyes. "Let me do for you what was done for me. Bring her light."
Sinan wouldn't be okay with it. As far as he's concerned, that order came from on high.
I mean I have a former squire of lastwall that will likely be a fighter or champion, so.... I'd say you're dead on.
Sinan barks out "Someone get Valor out of here! I'll hold this thing while you do!" as he says more to himself, "for the Dawnflower shall be my guide."
"You've left me little choice, my monstrous friend," the priest grumbles as he struggle to earn his release from the pseudopod grasping him.
"I suppose I'll be forced to draw her grace from you." At the priests words, a chill darkness begins to form on the ooze's limb as the Dawnflower's grace is drawn away from the creature.
Sinan watches his friend fall and for a moment, considers attacking the creature that felled him. But this is not the time for that particular valor. After a quick word to raise his Lady's shield, "Sayidat, ahmini." he leans down to try to staunch Simon's bleeding. "You have much work to do for our lady, my friend. I cannot allow you to leave her grace yet." he says while tying off ripped portions of Simon's tunic on the wounds.
in 2e, Cleric spells are static like a wizard's, not fluid like a sorcerer's right? Just making sure because I used up my burning hands if so. I know I can change them to healing if needs be.
"That is the most disgusting abomination I have ever seen! Are you responsible for this?" he barks in orcish at the Sculptor as he steps into the room. Sinan's eyes begin to glow with a radiant aura that he directs towards the Sculptor. "La tanzur mubasharatan 'iilaa alshams!"
"She." Sinan quotes the documentation as he puts it all in his pack for later perusal. "The Mistress is in some place called Spite's Cradle. Likely the same one that the oaf worked for?" He lets the rhetorical question drop as he prepared his weapons.
Knowing he is less than subtle, Sinan positions himself at the double door to move in the obvious route, weapons at the ready.
boss fight? aw crap.
With silent thanks, Sinan downs the elixir and looks around at his bruised and battered friends.
"You're right Gamble. They'll just bring more. Let's take a moment to see what they were doing here. It might help us to better prepare for the inevitable counter-attack." With that, he says a silent prayer to his goddess an light bathes the chamber to mend some of the wounds of Sinan's friends.
"I did not say you could leave," Sinan barks at the black clad orc. The priest knows full well how dire his circumstances are, but refuses to allow the orc to continue trying to attack his friends.
Sinan steps up to the black clad orc, slicing with the wicked edge of Dawn's Light. "You will see no one bleed, but yourself."
Glancing at his burning raiment, Sinan approaches the two orks that threw alchemical agents at him. "Fire. You attack an agent of the Dawn with fire and lightning." he says in orcish. "You are truly beyond redemption." The priest's eyes fill with flame and his fiery shield expands to engulf the orcs .
Sinan shakes his head as he moves into the group of orcs, his sword dancing in front of him. "Normally, I would seek to redeem your poor, wretched soul," the priest says in orcish. "but you decided to team up on my friend. And that I do not tolerate." Anger and fire darting in his eyes, Sinan slashes at the black clad orc and follows it up by casting a shield of light.
Sinan calls to the skies above as a few trickles of sunlight find his goblin friend. "Thank you." he says to the skies as he moves into the cavern, sword in hand, ready to fight.
Despite his bruises, Sinan motions for Simon to follow him as he hurries after Deerslicer and the Orc now that the stone horse has departed.
At the smell, Sinan tries to hold his breath and not inhale the noxious fumes.
"Seems you might be able to use some assistance, Val- er.. Simon. As ever, I am here to help." Sinan slashes in with Dawn's Light, hoping the blade can make purchase on the stone monstrosity.
We miss ya. We'd been getting pounded by flora and I kept thinking how cool these encounters would be with Pepper here
sounds good
"Well this will not do at all," Sinan muses as he hurries around the sludge bog. He then turns his eyes skyward and cries out "Sayidat, min fadlik salat aldaw' ealaa shifa' sidiyq khadimik." Sunlight streams into the area to find Deerslicer and heal some of the contusions caused by the giant stone horse.
Sinan sighs. "Nope. They want to kill us." He brandishes his blade and starts moving around the sludge pool away from Deerslicer. "So uncivilized." he barks in orcish as his eyes fill with fire. A beam of pure flame erupts from the holy symbol in his hand at the orc nearest the sludge pool .
Sinan grins as he gestures to Simon. "I found this one skulking around the gateway." The priest gestures to the iris. "Pretty sure he's one of the do-gooders that beat that oaf, Hallod. I should make a report to the big boss about it. They here?"
Sinan nods and cleans plant matter off his blade. "So be it."
"I speak Orcish, if it helps. Think they worked with Hallod? I can always say he sent us."
Oh it definitely will. But Sinan is somewhat sold on his ability to do just that so far- and is a little underknowledgable in tactics. That being said, I like his straightforward approach, but he will probably suffer for it
Tanking position, aye
"Before we inevitably find more in this forest to hate us, does anyone need healing?"
"Times like this, I miss our tree friend for some perspective. She could have probably talked the flora of this cursed place down!" Sinan draws from within to shoot Sarenrae's cleansing flame from his holy symbol and follows it up with a strike at the vine with his scimitar.
Sinan moves around towards the remaining plant. "Vile things! Why does the very land rise up against us? Is this normal in this part of the inner sea?"
Ah!
Sinan grins a bit as his eyes fill with holy flame. "Burn." he commands as flame erupts in an arc from between his scimitar and holy symbol to engulf the creatures advancing on him. He then calls on his goddes to create a glowing shield in front of him... just in case.
"Sneaking hasn't been much of my forte, my friend. Not since I was your height at least." Sinan replies as he stalks forward, drawing his blade and preparing to unleash the fire of the Dawnflower.
Sinan says little as the signs of blight become more apparent, except for the odd "Even the Dawn's light is absent this place." or some similar foreboding intonation. The mosquitoes and other biting flies in the area have done much to sour the priest's mood.
With a hushed prayer on his lips, Sinan draws his holy symbol from around his neck and rests his other hand on the pommel of the blade at his waist. He gestures towards the brambles and the motion of the plants. "See? This is why civilized peoples live in the desert."
holy crap, I'm out for a couple days and things happened! LOL. Sorry, I was way too sick for my own good. Nothing alarming, just sick. Can we assume Sinan spent the rest of his healing to get us all full before we slept and he worked to help Simon learn much about his Lady. Any conversation that Simon starts regarding his past, Sinan shrugs off with the "we can talk later" in standard form.
After the last wolf finally dies, Sinan looks to the sky and a breeze pushes the canopy of leaves away for the briefest of moments, bathing the group in the Dawnflower's blessed light.
He then turns to Simon as Kunsheng makes his way into the lair. "Val- ...Simon. We should talk." He draws the other man away to confer in hushed tones. "Are you a priest? I have noticed you do not seem to use any healing magic, simply exemplary skill with non-magical healing- far better than my own truth be told. But you also do not use Iomadae's weapon- preferring the thin blade of a nobleman, or rapscallion. I found it curious, but in light of your revelation- it makes more sense." He pauses. "I do not judge, my friend. I may only be entering my thirties, but half a life ago, I was not much more than a petty thief living on the streets of Katheer. But I was found and cared for by a priest of the Dawn. A man named Brillek. He taught me to always seek Her guidance. And she has told me to help you."
Sinan idles up to the remaining wolf. "Still alive to try to harm my friends? i hope Pharasma judges you well."
Sinan calls for his goddesses aid and the tree canopy opens for a moment to allow a beam of sunlight to fall on Gamble's dying form. The priest leaps after the wolves, unable to catch them but striving to keep up. He looks with concern at his other allies as breath returns to Gamble's lungs. If only the beasts had been far enough away to not get caught in a mass heal. "Valor, stay clear of them," he calls. "Tend to your wounds, and Kunsheng's if you can.
Sinan runs up to the wolf between him and Gamble and liberally applies a salve of S-word. "Is it always like this outside of the desert? I'm beginning to have a complex."
Sorry, Sinan is holding until monsters come out of the cave
At Gamble's call, Sinan draws his scimitar, ready to follow Valor if needs be. "Friend Gamble, are you bringing your teethy friends out to meet us?"
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