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Morguerat
The knight felt fear begin, clutching at the edges of his mind, trying to find purchase. Thoughts came unbidden racing in and out of his mind; the tower will be your tomb, Helm cannot take a soul lost in a place like this, the mage Joseph cannot be trusted any more than any other practicer of vile enchantments.
As he felt his edge begin to slip under the onslaught of the drums' enchanted terror he steeled himself and rolled his save, a 6 came up as the die in his minds eye stopped spinning, a failed save, by a single point, Crap, he could hear distantly. He prayed to Helm as a more distant rustling of papers sounded, mumbling was also heard, something about finding a bonus as pure dread congealed around his heart trying to sieze it up. The prayer came to his lips and he chanted it aloud, but it was not the prayer he had expected.
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Ah, there it is, paladins get a +2 to their saves, I made it (just barely). The panic attack passed as the knight practically shouted the litany drowning out the drums with his own words. He took the book Joseph had been offering to him. He opened it to a random page, gazing curiously at Joe as he waited to the mage to do his thing, still shouting, hoping Larry might hear, and begin reciting the litany himself.
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