Chapter Six: The Muster of Caltlikrath

I think one could argue that real Wisdom is rolling a weird die.

LOL I didn’t even catch that! I guess I can roll it again if you want.... ;)

Could I get a sense of the dimensions of the room and where everybody is?

The room is about 50' wide by 80' long. The ceiling is about 8' high. The priest is down at the south end, along with Domarc, Felor, and Zangua. Mordred was with them but may have scurried off to hide. Leth is hanging back closer to the stairs, at the north end of the room.

Leth, we're keeping your original d30 roll.

Leth feels a strange sensation -- like coins falling from his eyes, or a hood being pulled from his head. The priest stands before him, tall and resplendent in finely made yet humble robes, an emissary of the very gods -- and there are two of Leth's own arrows jutting from his torso.

What have I done, Leth thinks, his throat tightening, tears welling in his eyes. What have I DONE??

And there in front of him stand his...friends? Or are they? How long and how well does he truly know them, anyway? There's Zangua with his cruel glaive held ready to strike at the priest again...Mordred, skulking in the shadows, preparing to knife the holy man in the back...Felor mumbling entreaties that will surely go unheard by his cold and distant Jermal idols...silver-tongued Domarc who suspiciously left a life of comfort and profit to join them...how is it that they all ended up here, trying to murder an old priest in the basement of his own holy house?

For the first time, Leth feels the presence of a dark hand guiding them, using them as tools to serve its own purposes. No more, he thinks. No more. This madness ends now.

Domarc, Felor, Mordred, and Zangua, you can take actions now.

Combat updates later today!

While Felor lunges ineffectually with his spear, Domarc guzzles down a potion of fire breath. He feels a tingling numbness in his mouth and throat, and a hot, roiling sensation in his stomach.

Edit: Domarc takes a deep breath, steps forward, and spews a billowing cloud of flame at the monstrous priest, who lets out a cry and recoils from the flame,

Mordred, you're up.

1d20+9
yowza

OK, not gonna lie, was hoping for a better chance on DEX saves since he's also a +7 on WIS. But he doesn't seem to like fire.

Gonna fudge the order a little so combat goes party/Aeron/party/etc. Easier that way.

The scroll turns to ash in Mordred's hand as he reads the words, conjuring jets of flame that dart through the air toward the towering figure of the priest.

Aeron curls his body and dances away from the flames with a strange acrobatic gracefulness, then swivels his head owl-like toward Leth again.

Leth, please make a WIS saving throw.

The priest opens his hand and extends it to grasp at Felor.

Edit: A cold, rigid hand settles on Felor's shoulder like an iron claw.

Felor, make a STR saving throw.

oh no

This is not going well at all

Felor, the priest has a preternaturally firm hold on your shoulder. You need to break free with a STR saving throw to move away, attack, or cast a spell with a somatic component.

Leth runs up to the priest, turns, and stands before him facing outward, bow held in front of him with both hands, like a quarterstaff. He says nothing, but the meaning of this action seems to say clearly that no-one will harm the priest without going through Leth first.

Domarc, Mordred, and Zangua, you can take your actions. Felor, make a STR saving throw.