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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">Goblin Reflex Save 6 vs DC 19
Each Goblin takes 45 Damage! The last goblin takes 73 Damage!</span>
Your expression hides behind the golden steel of your helm. A good thing, for you would not want the heretic in the pulpit to mistake the tears that have begun to stream down your face for <span class="mu-i">sorrow</span>. It is not sorrow that wells up from your heart at the sight of these inhuman <span class="mu-i">beasts</span> who crawled out of the black pits to trample the soil that man is heir too. No, these are the same tears you cried at Charlemont, the tears your father cried in many battles before them.
You cry tears born of the rage that your blood is heir to.
Your mind empties. You do not forget the men-at-arms at your back, nor the children at your front. But it is all so distant now, further away than you could imagine. The blood in your veins sings with a greater will than your own, the Lord of Light's own indignation coursing through your veins with every beat of your heart. <span class="mu-i">How dare these little blasphemous things lay their hands upon His children?</span>
You embrace His rage, allowing His will to envelop your heart and guide your lance as it has in so many battles before. As the Light flows through you, you become an instrument of his wrath.
"<span class="mu-i">In the shadow of Chaeloni did Chloé say to Kilian</span>..." Your voice thunders through the chapel hall, echoing with your Lord's will. The goblins drop their knives and clench their ears, as if your words had pierced them like an awl. "<span class="mu-i">'I have seen the lightless depths and the terror of the endless night. But in my journey, I had no fear of evil. For the Lord of Light walked with me through the dark, and held the shades at bay...</span>"
"The Usurper has <span class="mu-i">no</span> power here!" The heretic hisses in anger. You can vaguely hear the sound of battle rejoining behind you, but like the heretics voice it feels so very distant. "Useless goblins... <span class="mu-i">In the memory of the name forgotten, I command you: Return to your senses and <span class="mu-s">butcher</span> the Usurper's get</span>!"
The goblins stop clenching their ears at his command. Their bodies jerk unnaturally, like a marionette in unskilled hands, rising and twisting. Their veins pump with black blood that darkens their skin to a deep forest green, their muscles swelling with unnatural power.
Unfortunately, it is already too late for them.
By the will of the Lord of Light, you rush past them at lightspeed, scooping up the children as you go. In the wake of your footsteps, lances of light burst from the ground, which impale the damnable creatures upon the manifestation of your Lord's Wrath. You skid to a halt on the far side of the cathedral, two children under each arm.
The girls both have stars in their eyes... and so too does the boy who wore a defiant glare proudly upon his face. The last of them still has a dead look in his eyes, his expression barely changing.
Perhaps, that is because he sees the state of the melee in the chapel.</span>
