AC: 14 | HP: 38/38 | Initiative: +4 | Passive Perception: 11 (Darkvision 120ft) | HD: 4/4 | Inspiration 0/1
Concentrating: Silent Image
"Perhaps they needed that, to bolster their spirit," Alban murmured. "They will surely need to for what is to come. Something that makes even the undead feel fear."
Dalin shouted encouragement, but it was of the bleak kind. He realised after a moment no-one else was going to step forward. The mayor was still scared, the men-at-arms soldiers not leaders. He needed to act the noble leader as much as Jozelle played the swashbuckler. To ignite enough courage within their hearts that they could, just for a moment, believe they were all brave and true. To fool them into weathering the charge.
"Stand strong!" he shouted, taking several steps into the open, and raising his hands. He wasn't foolish enough to completely turn his back on the cracked earth, and the power coursing his veins, ready to jump to his defence, steadied his voice. "The people of Hethton do not roll over, do not go quietly! Evil has been brewing beneath your feet, true, has snaked through your homes in the guise of Vadim King. Today, you cut it out. The boil of filth has ruptured, and you have cleansed the first monsters it has birthed. Proven they can die, just as any mortal man. Now you cauterise the wound. Jozelle the dancer ran two devils through before my very eyes. They died. To a dancer. You can do the same, you will do the same! Captain Uriah stood atop that hill and fought. It was overwhelming odds, but he fought and he won; and he chose Hethton because he knew it's people were like him! Fight for Uriah! Fight for glory! Fight!" By the end, he was shaking. It was as much to convince himself as them. Beside himself he conjured a wall of thorny vines, hiding their party and flank alike. He quickly let those nearby know its illusory nature, and the wall shimmered, faded transparent. Hopefully they would be able to surprise the devils through it.
OOC
Inspiring speech, followed up by casting Silent Image to form a 15ft tall and 15ft wide hedge of vicious thorned vines, covering the party and their flank. To those who know it's an illusion, it appears translucent.
Stat Block
Imperial (variant) Human Sorcerer 5
Languages Common, Elven
Background Noble Background Feature Position of Privilege
Str 11 Dex 18 Con 16 Int 12 Wis 12 Cha 20
Proficiency Bonus +3 Saving Throws Con, Cha
Speed 30
Tools Calligrapher's Tools
Spell Attack Bonus +8 | Spell Save DC 16 | Spell Slots L1 4/4 ; L2 3/3 ; L3 2/2
Sorcery Points 5/5 | ShadowTouched L1 0/1 ; L2 1/1
Actions
- Dagger +7 to hit for [1d4+4] piercing damage | Light, Finesse, Thrown 20/60
- Light Crossbow +7 to hit for [1d8+4] piercing damage | Loading, Two-handed, 80/320
- Mind Sliver DC16 INT Sv for [2d6] psychic damage | V, one creature, 60ft | -1d4 next saving throw
- Frostbite DC16 CON Sv for [2d6] cold damage | VS, one creature, 60ft | disadvantage next weapon attack roll
- Chill Touch +8 to hit for [2d8] necrotic damage | VS, one creature, 120ft | can't regain hitpoints until the start of your next turn, if undead disadvantage on attacks targeting you
Bonus Actions
Reactions
- Shield [Hit by an attack / targeted by Magic Missile]