Gryffin: The Chapel, Round 01

Gryffin saw Lloyd flung across the room by the simplest of spells and was shocked.

"By my fathers' beards..." Gryffin said under his breath, his mouth remaining open. "How'd she..."

Gryffin immediately reviewed the spell in his mind and fear welled up in his throat as he scrambled for a way to duplicate such an effect. He realized he could not. The spell simply reflected the caster's strength of will - her conviction.

"Ah...She must have a very strong will, OR is obssessively focused AND insanely confident... at least that says something about our enemy and not about me being inept - still, a spellcaster determined to kill us isn't good news." He thought as his nervousness got swept away by Guy's bolstering prayer.

"But a caster like her should be an easy target for Rhonna..." And seemingly in vindication of Gryffin's thought, the witch's dark purple eldritch bolt struck deep into the ebon skinned magician - causing her grievous injury.

Further bolstering Gryffin's confidence was the newcomer Orik and his seemingly effortless dispatch of one of the yeth hound.

He then saw Arao - the noble dragonkin servant of Pelor dash forward and launch a breath of fire whose intensity and size - to Gryffin's eyes at that moment - could possibly rival the true dragons themselves.

The dragonkin then called out with a prayer to Pelor and the female spellcaster was engulfed in a column of punishing, burning divine light.

For a moment Gryffin felt unworthy.

"These people - my friends - they really do deserve to be called heroes...How can I..." He thought. Then his brows furrowed in determination.

"Our enemies are distracted...they probably won't notice me..." Gryffin thought as he ducked behind the door to the chapel and hid from the enemies' view.

Brows still furrowed, he tightened his grasp on his father's staff and the runes etched on it's wooden surface blazed to glowing crimson life.

"Firaga!" Gryffin called out as he held the staff - calling on it's enchantment to amplify his spell.

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Gryffin's focus seemed to embellish every moment of the spell's effect in his mind. He saw the threads of arcane power coalesce in the space he summoned the spell to materialize.

The thread's of magic gathered and then burst out - transforming into an expanding ring of fire. The enchantment on the staff magnified Gryffin's spell - throwing the ring further out than it normally would - managing to engulf both the yeth hound and the female spellcaster.

The flames ignited the yeth hound's fur completely devouring it.

The flames wrapped around the enemy spellcaster but as it did - a shimmering barrier seemed to thwart the flames from touching her skin. The woman's eyes were wide as she willed the barrier into place - glaring at the tongues of flame that now threatened to lick and burn her skin.

Gryffin gulped in that split second - fear forcing him to imagine what horror's the witch would unleash upon the party after effortlessly shrugging of an amplified version of his spell. However, the witch's mind
was too strained by the radiant assault of divine light by Arao. She could not hold the barrier fast.

And as the barrier shattered Gryffin thought - "Thank Pelor!" as the yeth hound and the wizardess was consumed by flames.