The Mind of Evan

As the battlefield shifts and one by one the Sentinels are struck down, Evan lowers his crossbow to the ground. He places a strangely steady hand on the haft of his mace, forged to honor the Rod of Selûne.

"I have foolishly spent Your Gifts this night, My Goddess. Forgive my lack of foresight. Let me be your weapon here, give me the strength to vanquish these hellish foes! Let me make amends for my too generous actions tonight."

Evan stands, grasps the mace with both hands, and fully trusting his Goddess he strides purposefully toward the fiend.

"Creature of darkness! I am Evan Caulder, Priest of Selûne, and tonight I am your Doom. Flee back to whatever foul pit spawned you or you shall know the agony that the pure light of Selûne inflicts on fiends of the Underworld."

With a confidence only the truly faithful or the mad know, Evan raises his weapon and charges toward the monster.

"Selûne! Guide my my hand!"