Everything had changed in an instant.
One minute he'd been someone else. Someone who could remember spending six months working on the costume of a RPG character, a high level Priest. One who'd bought a monk's hooded robes, a handful of items at a Renaissance Faire, and a pair of boots. He'd also built a staff that combined a clear yellow rubber ball, a few strips of leather, some fake-fur, and an approximation of the symbol of Bahamut to cap it.
Each item had been labelled and a background developed, just in case there was a "acting in-character" prize. A cleric of Lathander with connections and friends within several other faithful, and a particular talent for healing spells.
In fact, the person he had been had played a number of MMOs and generally went for the healer role of the DPS-Tank-Healer triumvirate.
Things had changed though.
Screams and panic were going through the hall.
"Calm," said Garen Whitehall, half-dragon priest, as he brought his staff's butt-end down. A thin white wave of energy went through the hall, muting the reactions just a bit.
A particularly loud scream ended abruptly, and Gareth took a more ready stance. THAT was something of the darker fae realms from the look of it, and it was lashing out all around it.
From the assessment to attack took considerably less than a second. "Weapon mode."
[Malleus Modus] answered the staff, sections coming apart and realigning before reforming as a large hammer with a spike on one end.
"Holy Charge," ordered Garen, getting into a crouch.
[Etiam, Magister. Sancti Crimen. Principiare.]
Golden light surrounded him as he sped across the hallway.
Green light formed as the Fae leapt forward, and his speed was too great at the moment to avoid the forming oval.
Then the beast, which had also launched itself at the same time, also struck the green oval. Then both were gone, not that it was that noticeable in the confusion of the hall at that moment.
Now:
[Activating. Flight Mode.]
The Staff was something he'd gotten during an adventure he'd had on the Astral Plane, helping the faithful of Bahamut take back one of their temples. It was his single most useful item, semi-intelligent and able to change itself to different modes for different purposes. Weapon Mode, Support Mode, and Repair Mode when it was damaged.
The Staff was something he'd cobbled together with a round wooden pole and wood stain from Home Depot, plus a round plastic ball and a few parts from Hobby Lobby and Goodwill.
There really wasn't time to sort through these memories though. Not in the middle of a fight.
Leaping high into the air, spreading spectral wings, and then bringing his magical power to bear - THAT was something he had to sped some attention on. "Dragonstaff. Multiply. Divine Barrage!"
[Target claudatur. Multiplicans. Divinum Verberare.]
Thirty arrows of golden light slammed into the creature as it began to rise from the fire that had been wielded against it.
Again it screamed, the sound of children laughing issuing from where a mouth would be if it had been human.
Garen dropped to the ground near it, brandishing the hammer. "Exorcism seal. Initiate."
[Exorcismus initiantur. Signantes.]
Circles of light formed around the dark fae, rotating and leaving a trail of light to become a dome. Then contracting until something inside managed to stop it.
There was a brief struggle that ended abruptly as if something within had distracted the creature bound. Then the sphere contracted to baseball size, ignited with white flame, and consumed itself.
[Sumptus consumpta est. Replere tempus una hora viginti minutes.]
Steam jetted from a vent just under the hammer-head.
Garen dropped to the ground the rest of the way, his bottom smacking into the dirt as he tried to use his senses to probe for any trace of the fae remaining.
Finally he relaxed as those senses reported it was truly gone, the purified soul of the victim passing on to whatever afterlife he'd earned.
WHACK! went a wand into his head.
When he turned to see what this was about, he found the small pink-haired girl kissing him.
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