Chapter 1.9: A Reflection of Angels

(17 versus AC)
“I’m not letting these undead things get in the way of what Hadriel promised me”, Lyssa says with one eye closed, aiming her blunderbuss at one of the nearing acolytes. A loud blast echoes throughout the church, almost deafening for anyone in hearing range, and small but sharp metal projectiles bury their way into his cold chest. His collapsing body doesn’t slow the other ones down as they just simply step on him, only eager to fulfill their command: kill the intruders.
(13 versus AC)
“We have to slow them down”, Mero shouts. The strange growling of the reanimated corpses makes his so-called skin crawl. As he puts his hand forward, a freezing energy forms around it. An icy beam of cold energy hits the one closest to them. The ray doesn’t kill him, but rigids his body, making every movement sound as a thin layer of frost being crushed under someone’s boot.
(Natural 20 versus AC)
The acolytes lash out with their grey hands, but before they can hit any of them, Oslando quickly runs up to one of them and cuts his head clean off. Blood only squirts out of the wounds for a second before it gets crystallized, looking like the crystal that killed him in the first place.
(22 versus AC)
The half-elf draws the attention of two of them and they shift their rage from his allies to him. Red shards grow out of their hands, but before both can strike him down, Bruq swings his glaive and divides one of their torso’s in two. A diagonal line starts under his arm and ends just above his hip on the opposite side. The top starts to slide off slowly, but before it is fully dislocated, it attaches itself again to his lower half with his crystallizing blood. Nevertheless, he still collapses, creating such a spectacle it draws Oslando’s attention for just a second too long.
(18 versus AC)
He tries to block his attacker by raising his weapons, but the piercing gem finds its way into his lower arm.
“Ah!”, he shouts as he pulls his arms back. He readies himself for another attack, but then sees something more worrying behind the others. “The other corpses!” He points with his dagger in the direction they came from, alerting his allies, just not in time.
(23 versus AC)
Merodius turns around, only to be stabbed in the shoulder.
“Help me!”, he exclaims. He does not bleed, but it hurts like hell. He sees another one behind his attacker, the one they took the key from.
(12 versus AC)
His cry for help draws the attention of Lyssa. She immediately shoots, but her accuracy isn’t that great as she turns. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”, she curses as the pallets scrape the wall.
(19 versus AC)
Alexander is more worried about himself than the sorcerer. He aims his crossbow at the acolyte that got slowed down by Merodius, creating a hole where his left eye was. He grins and a subtle roar crawls its way out of his shapeshifted throat.
(23 versus AC)
The priest looks over his shoulder to see if the puppet is managing, but he looks fine. Mero has raised his hand upwards and a bolt of fire shoots out. No crystals grow out of the acolyte’s face as his skin burns away completely, scorching the wounds instantly.
(19 versus AC) (18 versus AC)
With only one of the blood cult minions remaining at the other side, the half-elf faces the real challenge of this fight: the cult’s vindicator, the real threat in shining armor. Oslando pushes away his tower shield, stabs him in the side with both weapons and tries to pull them through his body.
A muffled scream echoes within the helmet, but he doesn’t back down. He thrusts his shield at Oslando, stopping his attack, and he slashes with his ebony blade. It finds its way into the half-elf’s white flesh, dissecting the artery that runs along his collar bone, creating a small, jolting fountain of red wetness. His skin almost instantly turns pale as he drops his knife to cover the gushing wound. He stumbles a few steps backwards and is caught by Lyssa, as the vindicator closes in on him.