That their voices might be carrying doesn't occur enough to Dorian to call for shushing, but he does go still rather than move at the appearance of their target roaming around the back of his company. He is poised and ready, and a sliver of electrical energy flourishes down the length of his staff just as Erimond screams out, and casts his spell too swiftly to defend against. The noise Dorian makes is a protesting one, flinching back when ice slices his face.
His face.
He doesn't need Nathaniel's instruction, surging to his feet properly as he hefts his staff. It seems to spin light and easy in the air, and comes down far heavier as he brings it two-handedly back down to earth, lightning and purple illumination flurrying. The effect itself happens beyond him, purple light lancing and glowing amongst the feet of the enemy mages, and above their heads, a sudden blooming of darkness, like a smoke cloud rising, furling into the impression of a skull before dispersing, a feeling of heavy horror intent to settle over the company.
Hanging back, Dorian stays rooted to the spot as the next turn of his staff sends fiery energy towards the company, striking sand, white-heat and orange flame.
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His face.
He doesn't need Nathaniel's instruction, surging to his feet properly as he hefts his staff. It seems to spin light and easy in the air, and comes down far heavier as he brings it two-handedly back down to earth, lightning and purple illumination flurrying. The effect itself happens beyond him, purple light lancing and glowing amongst the feet of the enemy mages, and above their heads, a sudden blooming of darkness, like a smoke cloud rising, furling into the impression of a skull before dispersing, a feeling of heavy horror intent to settle over the company.
Hanging back, Dorian stays rooted to the spot as the next turn of his staff sends fiery energy towards the company, striking sand, white-heat and orange flame.
His face, though.