Too battered to make a sound, Zedric’s lips moved silently as he ran, running through the blessing for safe travel, as he had so many times before. Behind him, the red-eyed creature pursued.
“Blessed Lady, help us to find our true destination”
While it wasn’t overly fast, that thing was nearly unstoppable. Even the Staff of Shishak did little against his matted hide. Holy Water? Used against the flying creature. Father Zastoran’s fire did less than nothing. Zedric’s prayers were nearly all spent, and a few gallons of water wouldn’t help.
“Blessed Lady, guide us away from danger”
Opening the door, Zedric moved into the next room, and felt another premonition of danger. “Praise Desna!” As the gnoll demon appeared in the center of the room with a blast of smoke, Zedric dug his feet into the stones, and ran back the way he came, shutting the door behind him.
“Blessed Lady, speed our steps”
The creature howled, and pursued. He gives chase like an animal, thought Zedric, and will follow if I look weak and afraid. Easy enough. Zedric changed direction again, and soon reached the portcullis and the sands outside. The beast appeared in the doorway, and howled. In the open, Zedric knew he could outrun it, surely the creature would use up his ability to teleport at some point.
“Blessed Lady, lead us not to what we desire, but what we need”
Then, with a blast of smoke, the creature vanished. Zedric was aware that he stood, free, under the wide desert sky. His prayers had been answered, and he was safe. From here, it would be easy to turn, and travel onward. Was he not obligated to travel on, as a priest of Desna?
Zedric took a deep breath, and re-entered the temple of Lamashtu. Perhaps there was still time.