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  Altaïr Abd al-Aziz | HP: 5/12 | AC: 18 | Initiative: -1 | Passive Perception: 11

Altaïr was among the belief that if given a cheating hand and played like a fittle it was best to lay the cards on the table. They can rob you of everything, but diginty and a sense of self - preservation should be the line to hold fast. At least, in the paladin's opinion as he keeled over from the spirits soul sucking grasp on his chest cavity. The armor provided useless protection, nothing held back the demented poltergeist grip onto his sternum from reaching below, past the iron, past the layer of flesh, and took hold of something most precious — a piece of his life source. The lights grew deem in his eyes, fading out in spots as its grip finally left him and was layed to rest at the final ear piercing hit from Joliet's 'not-wand'. 

It may not be magical, but it surely had a flare in taking out threats quick, Altaïr considered, dropping onto his knees with a heavy thud and trying to find breath again. He knew something was missing, a piece of himself gone like a candle stick struggling to maintain its light. Turning his head in a snap at the sudden touch, the fading golden hues looked upon Giselle at first, as a stranger — aren't they all? The paladin did not know any of them, nor the land the find themselves in. He, himself, was a stranger in strang lands, again, just this time without the repor of his father approval to the hands taking over his son's life. These were his choices, now being played out in matters outside of his abilities. The comforting prayer offered from his senior alleviated the pain to a degree, but his resolve was an entirely different converstation — one to which prayer was not within his interest to include. 

He was done with the affairs of this house, and done with playing on children's wants. Let Helm judge him, by the fates Altaïr was assured both the god and the strings of fate were playing another a game he refused to entertain. A small nod of thanks was offered to Giselle, but when he found the strength to stand and heard the babes wails did Altaïr give his interjection to Dynaheir moving to trade places with him with a hand held up. 

"No, there is no babe in there but another damn trick, Dyna. If we go in there, we will be playing a fools errand, and I dare not risk to be played as such for a third time this night. This house is demanted, along with the lands itself surrounding it. You admit these ghosts are clever? Well, let us not play into their games, as from the start nothing about this was right, and I am quite full on letting this go on."
 

Dyna can still move pass as Altair is not stopping her action but injecting in converstation. He's just a tad grumpy after being soul sucked. 😂

  Altaïr Abd al-Aziz | HP: 5/12 | AC: 18 | Initiative: -1 | Passive Perception: 11

Altaïr was among the belief that if given a cheating hand and played like a fittle it was best to lay the cards on the table. They can rob you of everything, but diginty and a sense of self - preservation should be the line to hold fast. At least, in the paladin's opinion as he keeled over from the spirits soul sucking grasp on his chest cavity. The armor provided useless protection, nothing held back the demented poltergeist grip onto his sternum from reaching below, past the iron, past the layer of flesh, and took hold of something most precious — a piece of his life source. The lights grew deem in his eyes, fading out in spots as its grip finally left him and was layed to rest at the final ear piercing hit from Joliet's 'not-wand'. 

It may not be magical, but it surely had a flare in taking out threats quick, Altaïr considered, dropping onto his knees with a heavy thud and trying to find breath again. He knew something was missing, a piece of himself gone like a candle stick struggling to maintain its light. Turning his head in a snap at the sudden touch, the fading golden hues looked upon Giselle at first, as a stranger — aren't they all? The paladin did not know any of them, nor the land the find themselves in. He, himself, was a stranger in strang lands, again, just this time without the repor of his father approval to the hands taking over his son's life. These were his choices, now being played out in matters outside of his abilities. The comforting prayer offered from his senior alleviated the pain to a degree, but his resolve was an entirely different converstation — one to which prayer was not within his interest to include. 

He was done with the affairs of this house, and done with playing on children's wants. Let Helm judge him, by the fates Altaïr was assured both the god and the strings of fate were playing another a game he refused to entertain. A small nod of thanks was offered to Giselle, but when he found the strength to stand and heard the babes wails did Altaïr give his interjection to Dynaheir moving to trade places with him with a hand held up. 

"No, there is no babe in there but another damn trick, Dyna. If we go in there, we will be playing a fools errand, and I dare not risk to be played as such for a third time this night. This house is demanted, along with the lands itself surrounding it. You admit these ghosts are clever? Well, let us not play into their games, as from the start nothing about this right, and I am quite full on letting this go on."
 

Dyna can still move pass as Altair is not stopping her action but injecting in converstation. He's just a tad grumpy after being soul sucked. 😂