When the party was stopped by the check point Parum gulped and for a moment her resolve wavered. This was not going according to plan at all! She bemoaned that nothing she did works out as well as she hopes in the end. But she couldn’t do anything about it now. There will be time to complain later; for now it was time to fight.

Brannor had already charged into the fray and joined the melee. So Parum targeted one of the cultist next to him, sending a chilling whisper of fear and torment into the cultists mind. [i][color=7ea7d8]”Run, sheep. Run from the slaughter.”[/color][/i] She would say as she casted Dissonant Whispers onto him.

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Dissonant Whispers (Wis Save DC 14) = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11548]7[/url], 3 If the Save passes.

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