[Cast a Ray of Frost at Sister Margrite.]
Initiative!
Cirrus Mist = 19
Sister Margrite = 9
Father Velholme = 7
An image flashes through your mind of a wild hog you once put down to protect the orphanage. The cold of deep darkness, the cold of your blood, bruising animal flesh and boring in, leaving a crater of black necrosis on a lifeless body in the garden.
You cannot hesitate. From the shadows you aim your finger, pistol-like, at your old guardian. The strangely pleasant chill of channeled energy travels down your arm and concentrates on your fingertip. It feels as if you have plunged your hand into a freezing lake.
The blue ray flies over the childrens’ heads.
Attack roll: 19 + 2 = 21
Hit!
Damage roll: 1d8 = 6
Cirrus deals 6 cold damage to Sister Margrite.
The Ray of Frost flies true, striking Sister Margrite in the heart. She doubles over, disoriented and shocked. But she does not go down. Clutching the silver needle tightly, she stumbles toward the line of children and jabs the needle into the forehead of the first child she can reach.
Sabine.
You have no time to think. Father Velholme’s scepter rises, its brass head depicting a sun whose rays are many wings, and in his resonant preacher’s voice you hear him speak magicked words.
“The morning star smites thee, wicked child!”
The scepter flashes like daybreak. Everything becomes obscure, as though you have been staring into the sun.
Wisdom saving throw: 13 + 1 = 14
Success
The magicked words do not break your resolve. Your senses return just in time to see Father Velholme looming in front of you, disrupting your shot on Sister Margrite. His raised scepter is ready to come crashing down upon you.
What do you do?
A. Cast Ray of Frost on Sister Margrite with disadvantage.
B. Take an opportunity attack from Father Velholme in order to break away from him and cast a Ray of Frost on Sister Margrite.
C. Disarm Father Velholme of his scepter.
D. Attack Father Velholme with your dagger.
E. Grapple Father Velholme.
F. Flee.