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[h2][color=FF6C5C][i][b]Marita Bärbel[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=FF6C5C]Human, Cleric, Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 18/18	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 18	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] K16->I12
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All the speeches and quips went about as well as Marita had expected. What she hadn't expected was for two fleshcrafted abominations to emerge from out of the fountain. They were so grotesque and uncanny that instantly the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her stomach turned, adrenaline rushing through her body much faster than if the threat had been nearly anything else. The positive was that it appeared that she was able to react faster than almost anyone else on the scene, but she would much rather not be in this situation in the first place.

The second issue was that she was at a bit of an impasse on what exactly to do. Ideally, she would be able to bestow a blessing upon the others and get a Spiritual Weapon set up, but her eyes darted over the guards and sure enough, at least one of them had a crossbow ready to fire, presumably for the same anti-magic purposes of the encounter they'd had previously. She wasn't keen on getting shot at yet, so she'd wait until the situation was better understood before using any spells.

The other thing she immediately wanted to do was Turn these undead which would at least buy them some time of not having to worry about the behemoths, but in addition to the issue of the crossbowmen there was another thing that kept Marita from brandishing her holy symbol in the name of fighting the unliving. She had promised Victoria just a couple of days ago that she'd avoid messing with her own necromancy, and Morty was right over there. The poor pig would get caught in the crossfire so to speak.

In the end, the cleric grit her teeth and just rushed at the closer meat puppet that BB had already engaged with. His attack didn't seem to affect it too much, which was to be expected of undead, but maybe silver would produce more of an effect. She swung her mace directly into the thing's ribcage, and she felt it give some, but the impact felt off. It wasn't like the healing effect living wererats had exhibited previously, but more like the attack barely did anything. This was all very important information to know, so she worked through the lump in her throat to call out to the others.

[color=FF6C5C]"Blunt weapons seem ineffective, maybe blades will do better! Victoria, I'd keep Morty away from me if possible!"[/color]

[@Sigil] Vicky's turn