AC: 14 | HP: 21/22 | Initiative: +3 | Passive Perception: 13
Lulani's eyes went wide as the chains flailed, one just managed to get past her defenses and she grimaced. The pain was sharp, but did little and could have been worse. She glared at the prone body of the grey-skinned man and watched as Damaia missed her mark.
"Lulani the beautiful, I cannot believe the living men these creatures once were do not want peace. They want to rest, to sleep. Let us bring that slumber to them."
Her pale skin colored at her cheeks, Dae had caught her off guard. The elf flipped her hair and recovered. "Yes. Sweet sleep of death." Lulani eyes the chains that was exposed by Mags, pointed, and held her breath as the eldritch blast streaked towards it's target.