From the haunted knight’s infelicitous reprisal, the realms of light and darkness congealed into a haze, by his perspective, where neither setting nor rising horizon mattered. Clothed with transcendental and ancient brightness, a myriad of pain dispersed, from the guardian, unto the dark mantle of shadows guarding the warlock’s petite constitution, scurrying the capricious wisps away, far from the mortal angel. The enraptured celestial soon suffered another mighty blow by the hand of the cryptic paladin, as she suddenly became entangled in a brief web of ethereal lianas. The face of this world revolved slightly, turning his attention to fight and smite the slayer of monsters.

Their undesired foe was resolute with the accosted defenders of luminosity, as he turned his back, allowing the league of obscurities to return, shrouding Wick with dim and cloudy strength, once again. Her staff glimmered the other broken twin, in furious angst, searching for its other geminin of the jewel heralded from the lost Shujaat. The [i]Green Man[/i] made a mistake, as the sailor tempted him with further desecration of his shrine, about facing away from the wizard, seemingly angered with the bard’s recent misery of events. Fostering a glorious enterprise, Wick hazarded a strike, that shouldered united mistrusts and thoughtful counsel, landing and securing a hope against such a mighty adversary.

[i]But to no apparent avail.[/i]

The reincarnated cleric realized the defiant light, to which Birbin’s former friend, seemed partial, hastening with equal ruin, the pit that Cesar now plunged further into. The race was thunderous, as the force of those dire arms scrambled to reach the pirate and his insults. The diviner desired to aid her friend but to also to seek out the recently vanished Ruron, the reagent in this affliction of repentance and infliction of revolution. Summoning strength, the outward luster of the vines, intemperate against the murky miasma hovering about her breastplate, withered. With a fixt mind and high disdain, her boots quickly prostrated the temple’s floor with a sensed of injured merit, hoping to seek eventually, once more, the fierce contention of her master’s prodigy.

[i]Only after the throne of this unconquerable will was usurped.[/i]

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Wick suffers 10 damage, draining her 6 Temp HP to nought and takes an additional 4 leaving her at 18/22 HP. She will take her Attack of Opportunity against the [i]Green Man[/i], striking with a Critical Hit, for [color=ec008c]12[/color] damage.

For her main action, she will cast False Life at will, regenerating [color=ec008c]7[/color] temporary HP for 1 hour. For her bonus action, she will cast Expeditious Retreat.

She rolls a [color=ec008c]19[/color] against the Strength DC of 15 to not be restrained by the spectral vines. 

Wick then moves up to 60 feet, investigating the area where Ruron disappeared.

[url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1197066][color=ec008c]Wick[/color][/url] 

HP: 18/22
Temp HP: 7
AC: 17 (Breast Plate (14) + DEX Mod (1) + Shield (2))
Weapon: quarterstaff in dominant hand, others (sheathed)

Arcane Focus: Fleece Necklace
Concentration: Expeditious Retreat
Agonizing Blast: Add CHA modifier (+4) to Eldritch Blast damage

Spell Slots: 
Warlock (Level 2): 1/2 First Level (On Expeditious Retreat)
Full Spell Caster (Level 2): 0/3 First Level 
Globe of Light Limit: 0/1 (unused)

Spell Attack/DC:
Cleric: 3/11
Warlock: 6/14
Wizard: 4/12

Lesser Restoration: 1/Day after finishing a long rest (unused)
Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest (used)
Fey Presence: 1/short rest (used)	

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