Rock wrote:"Lock! Doors!" Everline howls at Sancerre and whoever else remains in the ballroom. "Lock! Them!" She moves on, as fast as she can, wand at the ready.
Everline hears the door to the ballroom slam shut behind her as she runs after Benn and the sailors.
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Everline makes a pained, squealing noise, but nevertheless launches into a series of flips that carries her past the running sailors. A few days ago, she might have stuck out her tongue in passing, but now, she just glares at them...
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Everline runs, somehow managing not to drop the candle as she navigates the darkened hallways. Griffith and his men are close behind her; she can see the glow of the lantern one of the men carries, and hear their shouts and curses.
She finds Benn past the double doors in the front of the house, curled up on the tile floor of the lobby. The Lamordian weeps, raving that ‘’The burned man, the burned man is coming for us all!”
Everline’s candle is perilously close to dying—in which event she will be left with Benn in total darkness.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Rock wrote:Everline looks across her shoulder to make sure the sailors can't see her -- and grabs Benn by the shoulder.
Benn growls like a feral dog and tries to bite Everline's hand!
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Rock wrote:(OOC: If that's melee, he'll need a modifier of 7 or better to his attack roll of 8 to make it. If it counts as a touch attack, +3 or better.)
Everline slaps Benn around the face. "Wake up!" she snarls. "Already! Know! Burn! Face! Coming!"
Benn leaps to grab Everline's throat-- but he trips and bashes his head against the wall. The scholar slumps down to the tile floor, dazed. He mumbles and grinds his teeth. Spittle drips from the corners of his mouth.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
When Benn tries to attack Everline again, she claps her hands together in front of him and barks two Words of Power: "Tenebra rescindo!" Everline's left hand blazes with cold, merciless light, and she thrusts it into Benn's face. "Light commands you!" she barks. "Shadows begone! Awaken now!"
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Benn shrieks, coming out of the daze when Everline uses the light magic.
A bright light flashes over the man's eyes.
''Blind, I'm blind, I'm blind!"
He staggers to his feet and runs smack into the double doors as they swing open.
Griffith and the three sailors leap through the doorway and pin Benn to the floor. Griffith puts him in a choke hold.
Griffith smiles as he chokes Benn.''Uhh...crazy bastard...uhhhnnnh...yeah, go to sleep!"
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Griffiths slams Benn's head hard on the floor. Something crunches. The Lamordian goes limp.
The captain gets up, and so do his two men.
Griffith scowls at Everline. ''Seems like you don't like my methods. That’s too bad, girlie. This is man's work, dealin' with crazies. How about you go play with dolls or somethin?"
The youthful seaman who stands to Griffith’s right chuckles at the captain’s remarks.
The older, bald man with the earring shrugs and gives Everline a pained look.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Rock wrote:Everline just snarls at Griffith and spits at the younger sailor's feet. She kneels down by Benn's side and gently rolls him on his back.
His nose is broken and bloody and his lips are smashed.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
"Ezra," Everline croaks, raises the hand that is still blazing with light, and makes the sign of Sword and Shield. "Ezra - watch. Ezra. Watch. Es. Ezra - hear. Ezra. Hears. Ezra. Mercy. Gives. Those... to those. Mistreated. Does. Now."
Everline brings the blazing hand down on Benn's brow and gently sweeps it down to his chin.
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Benn's wounds close and the bruises on his face shrink. He remains unconscious.
The sailors murmur ''blessed'' and ''the healer's touch."
Griffith says, ''Magic, huh? Well, well, aint you just full of surprises, girlie? You take care of him, then; Playin' nurse suits you better than barkin' orders. Heh."
He and his men leave Everline alone with Benn in a circle of candlelight on the cold floor of the lobby.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
