Lita gently turns her head and cringes hard.  " The goddess speaks, that glove is a way.  I.. I feel it.... " Lita says before passing out unconcous from blood loss.

 

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HP:  45/90

Araon looks at the glove then back up to the Death Knight and slowly slides his hand into the glove curiously, while still watching the Death Knight, wondering what is so special about this glove, but knows it must be powerful for this death knight to fear it in Araon's hands.

Marsala doesn't care what is happening with some 'glove' or even the big, bad Death Knight himself. The paladin kneels down by his sister, who has appeared to have lost consciousness.

He unsheathed his Holy Avenger and put it right next to him. Then Marsala laid his hands on his sister, one on her forehead, the other on her heart. The paladin began to pray to his goddess:

"O, Holy Mother of Earth, Marfa, hear my prayers. I beseech you to pour out your healing power through my hands and restore that which has been lost in your faithful servant, Lita. Give her strength and energy to resume the work that you have given her and help heal her to bring her back to the family that loves her."

Marsala's hands glowed a bright light as he began the process of laying on of hands.

 

(ooc: Marsala is a 10th level paladin and through the laying on of hands, can restore 2HP per level which would be 20HP altogether).

The Death Knight flashes into action and calls apon the powers of the UnHoly Avenger in his hand. Holding it up high above his head he chants strange words of power. The black blade seems to react to the chanting and more thicker strands of ash float off its surface. As he reaches a climax in his chanting the sword has almost completely enveloped the knight in a tornado of ash.

With a final shout he lowers the sword, and points it tward Araon. The swirling tornado fires off the end of the sword revieling faces of death and skulls swimming and screaming throughout it as it streaks tward Araon. The knight himself leans into the blast as if it has some tremendouse force behind it, his tattered cloak whips around behind him.

Araon instinctivly brings his hand up to block the terrible blast, and the glove reacts as well. A beutiful shield of white light and flowing energy surrounds him just as the black waves hits him. The clash of the two powers sends bolts of crackling energy randomly in every direction. A few striking near Diedra and the others.

Araon too leans into the energy blast, even though he seems quite protected from it, he can still feels its power. As he concentrates harder to resist the evil, the glove glows brighter, and surrounds Araon and itself in a golden flame. The protective sphere grows, and then focuses itself into a bright white blast itself. Focused to the center of the Death Knights black energy blast, Araon now gains ground, and fights it off with the gloves own energy blast. The two energies clashing into a swirling ball in the center of the two. The lighting, and winds increase and now the very earth splits and cracks under the clashing blasts.

The Death Knight increases his concentration as well now, anger very evident in him as he starts to roar as his sword doubles the energy output. Araon goes to one knee at the sudden increase, and his energy starts to be overtaken as the clashing energies point draws nearer to him.

 

Lita comes too, as the power of her brother's healing touch revives her.  She sees the collision of powers and then takes her brother's hand gently.  " Help me.  Help me focus."  She says silently, not to attract attention. She reaches up for Diedra, and with both hands held, she prays. 

 

 

Lita closes her eyes as her brother and sister watch the fight.  She keeps focused on her prayer, (not spell) as long as she can.

 

 

Araon is amazed at the power of the glove and the tremendous powers from both the glove and the death knight, but he tries to hold on the best he can, trying to force the death knight back.  Araon tries to get back up on both feet to get more ground and to get more power out of the glove, trying to concentrate only on the power from the glove and nothing else.

Araon concentrates harder on the glove, able to muster enough energy to regain his foothold. With the electricity, winds, and flying debris picking up at each moment... Araon can barely keep his focus. Even though he has tapped the gloves energy source, he can tell it was low to begin with and is getting weaker. He looks to the death knights aproaching blast not knowing what else he can do.

Then he hears a faint voice rising off to the side, calling out to her goddess. Diedra braves the torrent of winds, and lightning and walks up closer to the two combatants. As she chants to her goddess Araon can feel a response from the glove. Its inner energies begin to rise. The goddess Mystra answers Diedras prayers as she sees the several visible strands of the weave flow to Araon and the glove. She can tell it helped as well, the output of the gloves energies increase, and stop the death knights advancing energies.

Araon can feel the power growing in the glove, but only enough to even the power struggle between himself and the knight. The clashing energies stop in the center of the two, not advancing either way.

Then a second voice rises up, and chants her prayers to her goddess. Lita uses the remaining strength she has left to call once more on her goddess. There is an instant response. Araon is suddenly surrounded by the light from above once more, making it hard to look directly at him. With the light from the glove, and now the heavenly beam, both light up the area intensly. Araon slides backward on his boots as the massive increase in power pulses through the glove. The white energy emiting from the glove doubles in strength, and slamms into the death knights blast sending him sliding back as well. The gloves power proves too much for the death knights sword as the white energy of life quickly washes over it, and its wielder. The death knight cries out in pain as he is enveloped by the white blast, and is soon silent. Pieces of black armor, bone, tattered fabric, and the dark sword itself fly out of the blast to land scattered on the ground behind where the death knight once stood.

Araons blast disapears, and the glove hangs steaming with golden energy. He looks past it to see the remains of the death knight, all pieces smoking, and slowly melting away. The Unholy Avenger stands nearby, sticking out of the ground. It too smokes with thick wisps of blackness.

 

Lita stops her prayer, as she is still hurting from the gash.  She leans in her brother's arms, as she is weak from spirit and blood loss.  " Praise the Goddess for this victory."  She says before slipping into a sleeping mode.

Marsala kisses his sister on the forehead, then gives a shrill whistle. Mercury, the paladin's faithful white stallion, comes galloping up to its master.

He laid Lita carefully on the stallion, then spoke with Diedra.

"I'm going to rush Lita back to our home so that we can keep an eye on her to make sure everything's all right. I'll be there when you arrive back home."

Marsala climbed up on Mercury's back, then cradling Lita, he instructed the stallion to race towards Moreheart Manor. They soon arrived there and Marsala climbed down. He took Lita in his arms, patted his faithful steed on the nose, then took his sister into the house to make sure she was comfortable.

The paladin laid her down on the couch, then went to get a cold cloth to put on her gash. He placed the cloth on the cut, then sat there watching to see if Lita would rest comfortably.

Araon had felt all this power overwhelming him as he just concentrated on focusing to defeat the death knight. After Araon watches the death knight evaporates in the engulfing white light which surrounds him. He smiles faintly as he stands there, looking at the remains of a powerful foe, maybe one of his toughest ever, knowing he couldnt have done it without some help and he wants to turn to face his friends but he feels so tired and exhausted from all this he just cant move. He stands there silently as his hand drops to his side then his knees collapse and he falls down on his knees. Araon breathing deeply he closes his eyes in very deep thought about what just happened, his head tilted back as he does so then just purposely falls down onto his back and opens his eyes, staring up at the sky, reaching out and grabbing his sword and shield slowly dragging them to him and putting them away once again

A shadow falls over Araon as he lays on the ground, he looks over to see a familiar face. Raven leans over looking down at him. "Fine job Araon. I see you were successfull, as I knew you would be."

Raven backs up, and looks out over the forest. "I would have dealt with Nevar myself, but he would expect that.... and be prepared." He looks back to Araon... "You make a fine trump card." Raven laughs and helps Araon to his feet, looking at the glove on his hand. "It is the glove of Paladine. Its strength lies in the power of friendship, and the alliance of all goodly influences. Use it well Araon."

Raven smiles as he watches Marsala and Lita leave, and he returns his attention to Araon. "She was a great help to you Araon, you should find an appropriate gift." His eyes then go to Diedra standing nearby... "As was Diedra near the end." He bows to her with a warm smile.

Raven then turns to walk back tward the forest, he looks down a moment at the still pulsing Unholy Avenger... but keeps going. "The threat of Nevar is now over. We can all rest easier tonight."

 

(( Glove of Paladine +3. Holds up to 10 charges. Punch damage d6+3+Str. Each charge can be released in the form of Positive Energy beam. 6d10+3 Dmg. Double dmg to Undead, and Demons. Can be recharged 2 ways. First... can drain an item or weapon of its enchantments. 1 charge per plus of the item or weapon drained. Can even handle cursed or evil items without penalty. Second... the prayers of goodly priests or mages. 1 charge per person, per turn. Currently at 1 charge left. Can be at 0 charges with no penalties.))

((DMOOC: Araon knows these abilities after using the glove.))

 

Araon stands up with the help of Storm then looks over as Marsala leads Lita away then over to Diedra with a small, tired smile and lets back at Storm right before he leaves and sees him glance over at the unholy avenger and Araon walks over to it. Araon hesitates then looks down at the glove which steel has pure white steam drifting off of it then he reaches down slowly  and takes the hilt of the unholy avenger, concentrating on draining the sword of its properties.

The sword screams out a mental cry across the forest as Araon touches it. It tries to fight him off, but the glove quickly drains it of its power to defend itself. Within moments the dark energies from the sword flow into the glove, turning to pure white light as the mythryl chain glove laps up every drop of energy. The sword quivers a moment as it goes silent, and turns a dusty grey. A slight breeze then passes Araon, blowing through his hair as the area goes silent, and the glove returns to normal once again. The breeze hits the sword, and breaks it up into a flurry of dust which quickly disapates into nothing. Araon can feel some of the energies in the glove restored. ( add 6 charges. )