Tanzy/Prizzard: ooc: You hit with everything over 20 Tanzy, and he does indeed lose his AC, so sneak attack is successful. Also, Prizzard, I'm assuming since she did, you want me to do the attacks you pm'd me, yes? If I'm wrong, let me know and I'll edit this!
AC is 20 btw, so you know when you hit from now on.
IC: Surprisingly, Prizzard's intimidation has no effect, leading you to wonder what more there is to this man. The more you're around him the more he doesn't seem...quite human. The air in the room feels heavy, goosebumps raise on your flesh at the sight of him. Something familiar about this feeling, like dread and fear are all around you. And then, Tanzy strikes. A quick, rabid unleashing of attacks, many of them hitting him squarely, one even to the chest. Prizzard, not one to miss an opportunity, follows suit, a powerhouse as he attacks, also hitting a vital spot, this one in the stomach, though he fumbles a moment later, slipping on Graystone's blood. The noble himself reacts more with irritation than anger, though blood does indeed run down his body and it's clear his wounds are extensive.
Well then, that was something, he says drily. He turns then, to Tanzy, responding to her last statement as though he didn't just receive, what should have been, mortal wounds from the both of you.
A missing bride can be found, and she will be. As for me..what makes you think I'm alive as it is, my dear? he chuckles in response to Tanzy's threat. By now, the beginnings of fear deepen in both of you. An unnatural, aggressive feeling attempting to sink into your bones and make you cower. You feel, somehow, that it is retaliation to Prizzard's intimidation attempt, though you don't know how you know that. Then, with alarming speed, the man lunges forward and grasps Tanzy's arm in his hand. You feel all the muscles in your body stiffen instantly, as though you're made of stone or wood. Even breathing is difficult as you fight this horrible feeling, as your body threatens to buckle and drop you on the spot....Meanwhile, you both are still fighting the feelings of fear taking over as well.
ooc: Go ahead and roll a knowledge arcane if you want to get an idea of what you're dealing with. Also, please roll Will saves DC 20 or succumb to fear (see the following link for what failure entails) :
https://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/fear.htm
Bryon: As you wait in the hallway, you can't help but hear footsteps approaching from around the corner. Still invisible, you see a man, stumbling towards the door. He looks tired, so tired you wonder how he is conscious. His mouth is hanging open, his eyes barely open, like he's just woken up. He's pale, ashen and gray and he moves clumsily yet steadily towards the room...