056. (Coda) Part 1: Gathering allies and shaking off rust

[Anastasia]

<Muirfinn> "I can supply that." Muirfinn says, shifting down to his natural form and brandishing a wand! OOC: Wand of Cure Criticals!
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Canderella and gets 41." [4d8=6, 8, 8, 2]
> OOC: Roll your heals as the party makes haste away.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Canderella and gets 36." [4d8=8, 1, 7, 3]
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Canderella and gets 40." [4d8=6, 7, 3, 7]
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Canderella and gets 37." [4d8=2, 6, 5, 7]
<Muirfinn> OOC: That should put her at full?
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Vivantha
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Vivantha
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Vivantha
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Vivantha
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Vivantha and gets 28." [4d8=5, 2, 3, 1]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Vivantha and gets 35." [4d8=5, 2, 4, 7]
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Vivantha and gets 44." [4d8=8, 6, 6, 7]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Vivantha and gets 40." [4d8=8, 5, 4, 6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Vivantha and gets 33." [4d8=8, 6, 1, 1]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 Vivantha and gets 39." [4d8=7, 6, 6, 3]
> OOC: I don't think she needed that much healing.
> Kascha's the mained one.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Ah dammit I keep forgetting how powerful this thing is
<Muirfinn> OOC: Move three of those to Kascha, the last three
> OOC: Okay.
> OOC: That all for them?
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 K
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 K
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17 K
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 K and gets 34." [4d8=1, 7, 7, 2]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 K and gets 33." [4d8=4, 5, 4, 3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 K and gets 39." [4d8=6, 6, 7, 3]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Baha. My fingers are itchy. Scratch that last one and put the second one on me
> OOC: Okay.
> OOC: Update HP in #thecauldron when you're done and note how many more wand charges yo uhave.
> The party flees as they heal up! You go further into the sea of crucifixes, no sign of immediate pursuit! Vivantha looks back, "I don't see anything," she says, "Brave hero, I think we're safe for the moment."
> "Unless there's something we can't see," Canderella says lightly, hurrying along. "Let's just keep going. Even if something comes to raise trouble, at least we'll be closer to our goal before they do."
<Muirfinn> "Yes, let's make haste. Even if we were not followed, I'd like to be off the plane as soon as possible. The Abyss suits me ill."
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 85." [1d100=85]
> Hours pass. Hours of hurrying through this grand field of the dead and tormented. At last it ends! Parting ahead are sweet green fields, pockmarked by craters. A dirt road leads further along, tinted a faint, fleshy pink color.
* Muirfinn grimaces at the landscape's erritic nature. "Which way?"
> "Ahead," Canderella says, "The roat could be a trap, it could be innocent." She shrugs here, very lightly. "As innocent as anything is here. Sooner or later we're going to come onto an army, I reckon."
* Muirfinn sighs. "Yes I suppose we might."
> KAscha seconds that sigh as she leads you along. After a brief bit of travel, you come on a large, thatched house. It's multiple stories with a sign hanging over the door. On a glance, it resembles nothing more than an inn from any typical mortal world.
<Muirfinn> "That's probably not an inn."
> Canderella flies up to the sigh and chuckles, "Oh, it has beds, but you won't be sleeping here. Remember, Athux comes from Graz'zt's court."
> Kascha reddens and looks away. Vivantha wrinkles her nose with unhidden disdain, "We have no purpose in such a place, unless it's to lay low the succubi inside."
<Muirfinn> "We've not the time, ladies. The Abyss and its denizens are endless. While it is a noble calling to try to rid the planes of their filth and corruption, it's ultimately futile."
> "It may not be succubi. Despite our reputation, sex is a tool, not an obsession." With a dark smirk as she glances in, "There might be a succubus running it and trying to manipulate the clientele. It could be slaves, willing servants of depravity or even magic fueled illusions."
* Merc (~k@c-98-194-92-5.hsd1.tx.comcast.net) Quit (Ping timeout)
> "Onward," Kascha takes to the air again, flying past on Muirfinn's words.
> "Aren't succubi lesser demons?" Vivantha asks as she flies along, Canderella following.
> "Newborns aren't see as too much better than a bar-lgura other weaker demons, but they aren't really lesser demons. An able succubus is a superb manipulator. We don't have the obvious physical might other demons have, but we don't need it so much. More experienced succubi can obtain higher rank, even if it is as some demon general's concubine. All the better to whisper things into his ear and manipulate the man on the throne."
> *seen
> *or other. Sigh.
<Muirfinn> OOC: SNRRRK
> "So they're more like devils?" Vivantha smiles ever so primly at that, turning her gaze ahead.
> Canderella's eyes widen and a peevish look passes her face. Her fists ball up, "We are nothing like devils!" she retorts heatedly, "We merely use different methods than most other demons. A proper succubus let loose in a mortal kingdom can do more destruction than a rampaging balor and have no one ever be the wiser. After all, she won't be the one who does it. She'll just make suggestions at the right times."
> "Mmm. Wisdom?" Vivantha murmurs thoughtfully. "Brave hero, what do you think?"
<Muirfinn> "Enough." Muirfinn says. "Do not let the destructive nature of this plane influence you. And you," Muirfinn pokes Canderella in the sternum, "are no more demon than devil. You have moved beyond that. While your form and natural talents may be reminiscent of your former self, you are no longer cut from the same base cloth. You are something else. Remember that."
> "Yes, yes," Canderella smiles despite that, "But still, I know how demons work."
> "Let's keep going. We can talk wisdom later," Kascha calls back, "Let's not give chance and chaos an opening by dallying."
> OOC: Ready to continue along?
<Muirfinn> "Now THAT is wisdom."
<Muirfinn> OOC: YEAH!
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 75." [1d100=75]
> roll 1d100
<Muirfinn> OOC: ROCK AND ROLL
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 20." [1d100=20]
<Muirfinn> OOC: LET'S DO THIS SHIT
> Another hour or so. Then...ahead. So far ahead. The horizon becomes dark. Not with the falling of night, but instead with a great mass far ahead. It's too far ahead to see much else about it.
<Muirfinn> "What is that?" Muirfinn asks.
> "Good question," Kascha says, "But I'm worried it may be some sort of demonic force."
> "That could be an army, yes. A proper Abyssal horde can block out the sun."
> OOC: Gah.
> "That could be an army, yes. A proper Abyssal horde can block out the sun." Canderella points ahead, "I don't suppose any of us have far-sight or any way to take a peek?"
<Muirfinn> "No."
> "I can teleport far above under the cover of invisibility and get a view. I'm sur ea few demons will see me, but with proper precautions I shouldn't be in any danger." Kascha speaks up.
<Muirfinn> "Mmmmmmmmmm that would still give us away."
> "Would it?" Kascha says, "If they're an army, surely they'd be anticipating the enemy spying on them," she replies, "As long as I don't look like an eladrin, there's no danger."
<Muirfinn> "Well that's true." Muirfin says, nodding slowly.
> "Demon forces have plenty of irregulars," Canderella says, "I don't see why it wouldn't work, in theory. Assuming there isn't magic stopping teleportation.
> "
> "OOC: Gah.
> "Demon forces have plenty of irregulars," Canderella says, "I don't see why it wouldn't work, in theory. Assuming there isn't magic stopping teleportation." Tapping her lips thoughtfully, "By standards this realm's relatively cracked open and with minimal defenses. An attacking army's relatively light on the sort of defenses protected realms employ."
* Muirfinn nods. "It's your choice."
> "It's better than going in blind." Kascha smiles, before vanishing from normal sight. Her features change, becoming that of a normal humanoid. A moment later and she's gone!
> Vivantha exhales, "I hope she's alright."
> Canderella nods, "Assuming she doesn't run into a trap, she should be strong enough to fend of whatever aerial forces are nearby her. Unless Pazuzu's gotten involved and that's his army."
<Muirfinn> "She has a bad habit of getting herself killed around me. I hope she is more careful." Muirfinn grumbles.
> "She'll be fine." Canderella looks up, towards the sky. "If she were an archon I'd be more concerned, but at least as an eladrin she isn't totally anathemic to the plane."
> "Does it matter much?" Vivantha asks, likewise looking up to the sky.
<Muirfinn> "Didn't the eladrin have some sort of excursion into the Abyss some years back in a disagreement with Pale Night?"
> "Of course it does. An eladrin and a demon would never agree on how chaos works, but they're still both of chaos." Moving her bangs away from her eyes before looking back ahead, "It's still less offensive to the Abyss."
> "Mmm-hmm," Canderella goes on, "The lost children of Androlynne. Short version is that long ago Pale Night stole away an entire generation of eladrin children. The eladrin waged war on Androlynne to get them back but it was futile. Eventually, a small mortal band successfully defeated them. It included Seira, Kascha's goddess. Last I heard, Androlynne's under command of Zquujaj, Knight of the Pale Mother. It underwent some turnover after the eladrin children were finally freed.""
<Muirfinn> \"I see."
> "Apparently Pale Night is taking out her frustrations with losing the eladrin children as toys by sponsoring someone capalbe of defeating Bel." Going on from that, "It's really heartwarming. A tale of an obyrith horror as ancient as Creation down on her luck making a sudden rally like that is the stuff of fairy tails to power hungry demons the Abyss over. Sure, Zquujaj was eventually forced off Avernus, but he came out of it alive and drowning in prestige. If he can hold it together and defeat whomever takes a shot at him, he might make good on defeating Bel."
<Muirfinn> "And wouldn't THAT make things weirder everywhere." Muirfinn sighs.

[Anastasia]

> As you walk, moments later Kascha reappears! "We have a problem," she announces.
<Muirfinn> "Of course we do," Muirfinn says patiently. "We are in the Abyss."
> "It's a given. How big a problem?" Vivantha goes on.
> "There's a huge army of the undead ahead. They're flying the banner of Orcus." Kascha answers, "That bad."
<Muirfinn> "Orcus? That's not good. It could be used to our advantage, though. Are they marching?"
> Muttering an unkind word under her breath, "Fairly bad, then." Canderella gazes ahead at the horizon, "What are they doing?"
> "They're defending. They're being attacked from the front and right flank," Kascha replies, "Athux's own forces are attacking head on while the forces of Demogorgon are attacking the flank. The other two armies are fighting too, but only sporadically."
<Muirfinn> "That sounds like an excellent thing to completely avoid. Can we get around them?"
> "I think so, but we may run into a rear guard action if we go that way," Pointing to the left, "There's some rear guard elements in play. Going to the right isn't realistic - Demogorgon's own forces are badly sprawled in that direction. Worse, they're fighting each other as much as anything else, so it resembles a warzone. "
> "We can deal with the undead rear guards," Canderella says after a little bit of thought. "Especially if they're mostly mindless undead."
* Muirfinn palms his face. "Let's take that option, yes."
> "Or..." Vivantha smiles a little bit, "Under the circumstances, do you think anyone's going to pick a fight with a dragon skirting the edge of the combat? If they're fighting, they're probably too busy to seriously pursue a powerful creature like that."
> "I saw a lot of oversized skeletons," Kascha says, reddening a little bit, "Creatures that I think were vampires as well, but they aren't affected by the sunlight here so I'm not sure. Bony gargoyle like things as well. I didn't get close enough for a look, so I'm not sure what they are. They're traveling in lots of small groups covering as much ground as possible. The air elements aren't that heavy, mostly dread wraiths and horrors with bone wings added."
<Muirfinn> "Or they'll all freak out and surge toward me." Muirfinn points out. "Remember that they are demons and undead. You are thinking in terms of creatures with self-preservation instincts."
<Muirfinn> "Still, either way, it could be an excellent distraction."
> "As long as we have teleportation in play, we're fine," Kascha hms slightly, "I didn't run into any anti-teleportation measures. The battlefield's too fluid for it and the armies are too large."
<Muirfinn> "Well, if no-one has any objections?"
> "I'm for it," Canderella says, and starting to smile, "It has style, too. Muirfinn, your dragon form is large enough for us all to ride?"
<Muirfinn> "Of course."
> Suddenly Vivantha turns rather red, Canderella chuckling. "Then let's do that," she says. "You'll let us all ride you?"
> "Oh, please don't start!" Kascha sighs, starting her own imitation of an apple with her cheeks. Despite that she smiles a little bit, "Considering Athux's parentage, let's not encourage the Abyss here to try something we'd rather not have happen."
> "I'm just lightening the mood," Canderella replies airily, tossing her hair back.
* Muirfinn looks at Canderella, then at Vivantha, then finally a very very very slightly strained look is laid upon Kascha. "Alright then." Muirfinn takes a few long steps away, his body becoming long and muscular as he keeps as los as he can to the ground. The rsult is a very large draconic shape that appears to be imitating a very large picnic blanket. "All aboard. As it were."
> Thus the girls get on! Once Muirfinn has his riders, "I'll direct you," Kascha takes the front position, pointing to the left, "That way."
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 75." [1d100=75]
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 18." [1d100=18]
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 8." [1d100=8]
> OOC: For reference, make a spot check, Muirfinn.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+46
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+46 and gets 59." [1d20=13]
* Muirfinn takes off, silvery wings glittering as he takes to the skies and follows Kascha's direction.
> You fly on for a few hours, Kascha guiding you. On occasion she teleports off and ahead, flying down to remeet you. You see a few scouting groups of bony creatures with bone wings and a few gargolye like creatures, but none of them try their luck. At this point something catches Muirfin's eyes - he can see a vast darkness on the horizon, like hundreds of thousands of ants far ahead and below. His superior draconic vision lets him make out details - vast, loose formations of skeletons and other horrific things, nightmares marching to battle against other nightmares. A tremendous battle stretches on at the very edge of his vision, where countless thousands of horros gleefully clash into a chaotic war.
* Muirfinn frowns, pointing it out to Kascha with a nod of his head.
> "That's the edge of it," Canderella glances over that way, "Keep it just in the edge of your vision." Holding a hand over her eyes and squinting, "They're probably too busy to notice us."
> "How long will the battle last?" Vivantha speaks up at that, looking that way as well. Below you the ground is a haze of craters and beautiful plains, a sharp contrast with each other. A few scattered houses are seen as well, but nothing more than that.
<Muirfinn> "Probably years." Muirfinn rumbles.
> "As long as it takes. It may be hours, it may be centuries," Canderella wavers her hand, "It's impossible to predict."
> As you talk, Muirfinn can spy something! It's thousands of feet away, but he can make it out! A great horde of gargoyle like creatures, flying in your general direction. It must be close to half a hundred of them.
<Muirfinn> "Incoming." Muirfinn says, keeping steady.
> Kascha holds on tight as she turns, "Fight or evade?" she asks aloud. "Can you outrun them, Muirfinn?"
<Muirfinn> "Evading would be difficult. They are ahead of us and heading toward us. Outrunning them would likely be just as difficult. I will try, but I cannot make promises."
> OOC: What your speed and maneuverability?
<Muirfinn> OOC: 250 clumsy. I'm obnoxiously big and not a yellow dragon
> At the speed you're going at, it's not long until they become closer! They're coming right at you! OOC: Anyone can make K:P here, more after I resolve those.
> roll 1d20+33
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+33 and gets 36." [1d20=3]
> OOC: Kascha.
> roll 1d20+30 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+30 Canderella and gets 38." [1d20=8]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+22
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+22 and gets 34." [1d20=12]
> The creatures before you are Nabassu. They are demons that have a gaze of life draining and can cast spells like enervation and energy drain. They're horrible creatures that can make a bond with another creature, resulting the creature taking equal damage to any the nabassu takes. Most of them are juvenile ones and no great threat, though several mature ones are sprinkled in.
> "Nabassu," Canderella raises her voice, "We'd best avoid a fight or our life energy will wither away! You know what a succubus can do with her kiss? They do that just by being close to you!"
<Muirfinn> "Hold on tightly, then!" Muirfinn says, his body straightening and his wings flapping with all the force he can muster as he pushes himself into incredible speeds! OOC: Whee run action!
> OOC: Make a dex check.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+5 waaaah
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+5 waaaah and gets 10." [1d20=5]
> OOC: What exact maneuver are you trying here?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Go faster.
> Muirfinn blazes ahead - but the demons are fast enough to brace! As you plow past, a volley of coruscating beams strike at the party! OOC: More.
> roll 1d20+20 touch AC Muirfinn?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 touch AC Muirfinn? and gets 38." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+20 touch AC Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 touch AC Canderella and gets 24." [1d20=4]
> roll 1d20+20 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 Vivantha and gets 40." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+20 crit threat Vivantha
<Muirfinn> OOC: More'n that
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 crit threat Vivantha and gets 25." [1d20=5]
> roll 1d20+20 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 Kascha and gets 23." [1d20=3]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Oh wait
<Muirfinn> OOC: No, my touch AC is 27
> OOC: Muirfinn hit, Canderella miss, Kascha miss, Vivantha normal hit. More.
> roll 2d4 negative levels Muirfinn, note if immune. Otherwise deduct spells and add penalties as normal for negative levels. I can link you in the OOC room if you need it.
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d4 negative levels Muirfinn, note if immune. Otherwise deduct spells and add penalties as normal for negative levels. I can link you in the OOC room if you need it. and gets 5." [2d4=4, 1]
> roll 2d4 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d4 Vivantha and gets 5." [2d4=4, 1]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Oh these assholes.
> Several nabassu impact as Muirfinn barrels through! The party holds on tight as the beams fly! One strikes Muirfinn in the wing, withering him tremendously! As you break through a stray beam hits Vivantha in the back, making her cry out in lyrical agony as you fly past them! In moments the horde is well behind you and fading, your speed leaving them in the dust! OOC: Act.
<Muirfinn> "Is everyone alright!?" Muirfinn asks, not letting up on the speed until the creatures are far out of sight.
> "Talos's balls!" Canderella swears viciously, wiping a bit of blood from a bit lip. "Eyes in each direction, they can teleport if they want another shot at us!"
> "I'm fine!" Kascha calls, sword away as her hands are at the ready. Runes of magic float around her, forming little concentric, ever shifting rings as she softly chants.
> "I'm alive. Weakened but I endure," Vivantha adds, slumping forward.
* Muirfinn twitches his withered wing, slowing to only double his cruising speed and banking a bit. "I'm veering off course a bit so that they can't simply guess where we are. KAscha, how soon until we can set down?"
> "I can ward three of us short term against that," Kascha shouts over the wind, "It'll last a little under half an hour!" Calling back a moment later, " A few hours if we want to clear it all, through we can touch down if we need it."
<Muirfinn> "I am fine for now, though dealing with that again is not something I relish. If you can restore Vivantha and myself, it would be much appreciated."
> "I can't restore without a wish, only prevent." Kascha says.
<Muirfinn> "Prevention will have to do then."
> Spells are quickly woven! Everyone but Canderella is girded in Life's Grace, warding them from the ravages of undead! OOC: Life's Grace on all three of you, save Canderella. Grants immunity to leve drain and a bunch of ther things. More coming.
> As you fly along, they appear again! 500ft ahead, the entire swarm, ready to strike! Just as Kascha hurredily finishes her third round of chants, "Incoming!" Canderella calls! OOC: Ball's in your court here, there's a horde of nabassu ahead of you.
* Muirfinn surges forward again, icy breath leading the way while he passes!
> OOC: What's your run speed?
<Muirfinn> roll 21d6 cold damage, ref DC 21. Run speed is 1000ft
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 21d6 cold damage, ref DC 21. Run speed is 1000ft and gets 80." [21d6=6, 3, 4, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 4, 3, 2, 4, 3, 3, 4, 2, 4, 5, 4, 6, 3]
<Muirfinn> ooc No it's not
> OOC: Okay, both sides are prepared for a collison this time. Roll init, everyone. Let's sort it out that way since it's happening so damned fast.
<Muirfinn> OOC: yes it is
> roll 1d20+14 Vivantha also remember +2 to everyone's init from her.
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+14 Vivantha also remember +2 to everyone's init from her. and gets 22." [1d20=8]
> roll 1d20+14 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+14 Kascha and gets 22." [1d20=8]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+12 and gets 21." [1d20=9]
> roll 1d20+6 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+6 Canderella and gets 17." [1d20=11]
<Muirfinn> OOC: +2, -5 if NLs affect it
> OOC: It doesn't.
> OOC: So 23 for you.
> roll 1d20+8 Nabassu
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+8 Nabassu and gets 16." [1d20=8]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn(23)>Vivantha=Kascha(22)>Canderella(17)>Nabassu Horde(16)'
> roll 1d20+12 evasion
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+12 evasion and gets 32." [1d20=20]
> OOC: Er, no evasion. Excuse me.
> OOC: Still, half damage from the cold blast.
<Muirfinn> OOC: I can accept dealing 40 damage to all of them.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d4+1 cooldown
> Muirfinn bulls through, blowing freezing ice everywhere! The demons are half frozen, scattering out of the way well this time! As this happens..OOC: Canderella need a save.
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d4+1 cooldown and gets 3." [1d4=2]
> roll 1d20 no matter the save she only fails this on a 1 sinc echa to saves shenanigans
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 no matter the save she only fails this on a 1 sinc echa to saves shenanigans and gets 13." [1d20=13]
> You blow past them, feeling an aura of absolute coldness and darkness as you go past! Vivantha holds for the moment as Kascha gestures back! In her wake a spray of rainbow light goes, engulfing the nabassu!
> roll 1d20+26 plus whatever Canderella's aura gives, she auto passes this with +cha to SR check
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+26 plus whatever Canderella's aura gives, she auto passes this with +cha to SR check and gets 45." [1d20=19]
> roll 1d8
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d8 and gets 2." [1d8=2]
> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+12 and gets 23." [1d20=11]
> Bursts of green acid light hit them, several of the nabassu screaming from acid burns! As you zip past, Canderella braces! But in seconds they're left behind again, not immediately following from teleport! OOC: Free act.
> "Faster!" Kascha urges tensely, "Maneuver too! They may have enough in them for another go around!"
<Muirfinn> "Going as fast as I can here!" Muirfinn says, his voice strained.
<Muirfinn> "Maneuvering WILL slow us down! Choose one or the other!"
> "Both!" Canderella snaps, voice an inspiring current of lightning. Literally, as Muirfinn gets a bit of a shock. "You're going to move faster and you're going to do it NOW!" she demands!
> Vivantha settles for just holding on tight!
<Muirfinn> "Don't blame me if we all die! Now HOLD ON!" Muirfinn says, clapping his wings down with great strength as he abruptly shifts their direction 45 dregrees to the left.
> The girls do just that! You swerve to the left as the demons appear ahead again - but this time you manage to avoid them and zoom right away from them! Canderella's looking back, "Correct towards the right next time, they're looking like they're about to teleport again!" she shouts! Her hair whips in the wind, standing on Muirfinn's back. Despite it she seems perfectly balances, pointing to the right. "Now!"
* Muirfinn banks sharply to the right, his tail cracking like a whip behind him!
> OOC: Dex check this time.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+5-5
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+5-5 and gets 19." [1d20=19]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Good time for a 19
> This time Muirfinn moves much smoother, banking well! The demons appear to your left, but you're already out of their path! But it gives Kascha the perfect opening! "Gate of the Four Winds, open with fury!" Canderella chants! Next to appears a giant air elemental, zipping off like a crossbow bolt at the demons! You barely get a glance at it as you zip past and away, the demons suddenly having a big distraction! "That'll tie them up for a bit," Kascha calls back, "It'll buy us some time! Now!" Seven circle appear around her, "Weave of Mystra! In the name of Kascha, servant of Seira, I command you to hide us from the eyes of just and injust alike!" There's a powerful ripple of magic as suddenly the party is invisible! She sags down, "Fly, we should be all but unseen. Swoop down a bit so we won't run into them and be quiet!"
* Muirfinn carefully extends his wings, gliding silently on as his speed slowly bleeds off.
> 'They're behind us, looking confused,' Canderella reports in your mind seconds later. 'Now they're above us and spreading out a bit, but they look like they have no idea. Skirt the ground, maybe 50 feet or so above it. They can probably manage true seeing, but it's limited by distance and not useful in this sort of scale.'
* Muirfinn does so, angling away from the group of demons.
> Soon enough you're flying on, no sign of the demons above. You pass a few groups of skeletons, but they don't seem to notice you. "Alright," Canderella speaks aloud, "Ascend at least 200ft up if not higher so nothing land-bound can spy us. Kascha, how long will this invisibility last?"
> Exhaling slowly, looking rather peaked, "About a half hour. Less if we break it. I'd prefer not, I need time to recover after casting a wish."
> Vivantha strokes Muirfinn's back, "You did well, brave hero," she sings, "WE bloodied and confused them."
* Muirfinn gives a few flaps of his wings, bringing them up to roughly 200 feet up and traveling at a standard cruising speed of 250 feet. OOC: the urge to make an in-flight movie joke is strong
<Muirfinn> "Indeed. That was good spellwork as well, girls."
> OOC: Content with moving on a bit now that th eimmediate danger is past?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Yes please
> A few more hours of flight pass. The ground below becomes barren and devastated, but at last Kascha speaks up. "We should be past," she announces, "We can land now or keep aireborn if you want."
* Muirfinn swoops down to land carefully, tucking his injured wing to the side. "All ashore for now, if you please."
> Everyone finally gets off. There's stretches and moments of relaxation. The ground is bone dry beneath you, more like sand than dirt. Everything is cracked, broken and ruined. Canderella kneels and picks up a handful of sand, letting it fall from her hand. "Hmph. Athux is hard pressed his is realm is showing these signs of wear. I'd say the opportunity is ripe if he's this weak."
> "If we can just get in and kill him without facing legions of demons, we can do it," Kascha affirms, I think we have to be getting fairly close, too."
* Muirfinn retakes his form, the shell on his back bearing the withering that had shown on his wing. He grumbles about negative energy, peering over his shoulder at the damage.
> His shell is rather withered and brittle. He feels a general lethargy in his entire body.
* Muirfinn sighs. "Well. Nothing to be done about it now. It will fade in time. Gods help us if we actually have to spend more than 24 hours here, though."
* Natsuki (~Kallen@ppp59-167-140-198.static.internode.on.net) Quit (Quit: )
> OOC: Okay, what sort of marching order do you want here?
* Natsuki (~Kallen@ppp59-167-140-198.static.internode.on.net) has joined #dunes
<Muirfinn> OOC: Oh good lord, that's a serious question. Uhm. I'll go first, I suppose. The girls can line up as they like behind me?
> OOC: Okay. Then Muirfinn/Canderella/Kascha/Vivantha. Moving on.
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 35." [1d100=35]
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 86." [1d100=86]
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 24." [1d100=24]
> You wander a few more hours. Soon the broken ground becomes rolling grassy greens once more, a path leading you along. Cresting yet another hill, you can see it on the far horizon! A great castle of black and purple, surrounded by great gardens outside. It is stunningly beautiful, like a sunrise having come to play.
<Muirfinn> "That what we're looking for?" Muirfinn points.
> "I think so," Canderella smiles just a little bit, "Now we have to figure out how to get inside and do the deed."
<Muirfinn> "Well. We could always go with the tried and true method and knock the place over."
> "I like it!" Canderella says, "It does fit the Abyss well. So how do you propose we knock over what is surely a superiorly fortified fortress of a new demon lord?" Turning with an innocent smile to Canderella, "I'm all ears!"
> *to muirfinn
> "She has a point. If we're going to try force, we're going to want overwhelming force. It's surely built for the worst," Kascha speaks up, wringing her hands.
<Muirfinn> "I was thinking earth elementals. Lots and lots of earth elementals."
> "How many can you summon?" Kascha inquires right back.
* Muirfinn ponders a moment.
<Muirfinn> OOC: THAT'S ACTUALLY A VERY GOOD QUESTION! LET'S FIND OUT!
<Muirfinn> "Three elder elementals, up to fifteen greater elementals, seven huge elementals, and more smaller ones, plus I can summon an elemental swarm. The swarm would grant us several large elementals.over the course of half an hour." Muirfinn says. "I could do better, but negative energy has diminished me."
> "How long would we have them?" Canderella says, "I'm sure we could do something interesting with them."
<Muirfinn> "The majority of them, not long. Probably long enough to knock over at least half the building though. The elemental swarm ones would last significantly longer. A few hours or so."

[Anastasia]

> "Could we use them to burrow under?" Vivantha speaks up, snapping her fingers. It's a sharp sound that draws attention to her. "Our goal isn't to bust in as long as we get in and kill Athux. We don't have to make a giant spectacle if we don't need to, right?"
<Muirfinn> "Well, I suppose we could at that." Muirfinn nods.
<Muirfinn> "Though thoqqua would be better for that. Faster.
<Muirfinn> "
> "The question is that if we can keep one long enough to do the burrowing," Kascha remarks, "As well as keeping the tunnel stable." Biting her lip as she looks on at the castle, "The problem with following burrowing creatures is that the tunnels are very unstable. They usually fill back in shortly after the creature passes, if not immediately."
<Muirfinn> "Well, thoqqua tend to leave stronger tunnels, if simply because they use heat to burrow. The earth and stone around them are melted into a solid tube."
> "That helps if we don't go too deep," Kascha says, "If we'r edeep enough, the pressure and weight of the dirt above will overwhelm it. So we can't burrow too deep safely."
> "Why not do it ourselves? Kascha, can't you manage another wish to do that?" Canderella asks, "I know it can be done for a single person with a mid-circle spell." She smiles slightly, "Either way, the lack of sentries around is a good sign, as well as a lack of something coming to kill us. Athux's forces are likely stretched thin with Orcus and Demogorgon invading."
> "I'd rather not unless we don't have a choice. I'll be weakened for any battle within if I do." Shaking her head, "I'd like to save that last wish for an emergency."
<Muirfinn> "Well no, I don't want to dig oto deep. Gods above know what's actually underneath this place."
> "Probably cysts," Canderella pipes up with a dull smile. She looks faintly ill as she looks down, "Remember when the previous form of Greenrot recurred? We don't really want to tunnel into a giant abscess of poisonous abyss-matter."
> "How long can you summon a Thoqqua, brave hero?" Vivantha asks curiously.
<Muirfinn> "I can summon a great deal of them for short bursts of time, but they are fast. I suspect we will only need four or so."
> "How about we get to the gardens and burrow from there?" Kascha says, looking ahead. She squints as she peers at the horizon, "If they're pressed, the gardens are probably nearly empty."
* Muirfinn nods. "A good plan. If we can't get there, I can always summon more."
> OOC: Ready to move along then?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Let's see what horrors await us in the garden.
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 62." [1d100=62]
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 57." [1d100=57]
> OOC: Spot checks, y'all. Note if you can see invisible.
> roll 1d20+29 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+29 Kascha and gets 33." [1d20=4]
> roll 1d20+27 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+27 Vivantha and gets 47." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+35 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+35 Canderella and gets 44." [1d20=9]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+46 true seeing and all that it entails
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+46 true seeing and all that it entails and gets 52." [1d20=6]
> You walk ahead. The hills are pleasant as you head to the garden. But are you're about to crest one, you spot something above. It's far above, a good 40ft above the ground. An invisible scrying sensor, visible to your enchanted eyes!
* Muirfinn points! "Scrying sensor!" Dispel magic incoming!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+20 GDM
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+20 GDM and gets 30." [1d20=10]
> To your magic, the scrying sensor winks out of existence entirely!
<Muirfinn> "Ha! Let's move on."
> Canderella nods as you head further in. It's not far from there to the edge of a large, sprawling garden. A white trellis archway with roses leads into it. Within you can see a fountain of clear water, an obscenely nude statue of a woman decorating the middle. Past that various footpaths lead into thick greenery.
> Kascha pointedly does not look at the statue, but instead around.
* Muirfinn ignores the statue entirely, his eyes glancing at it and then moving on, as though it's not something so odd. He looks around, instead. "This close enough?"
> "You always have to wonder if that's a petrified person or a real statue," Canderella speaks up, contemplative. "Malcanthet's realm is known for it, though it's hardly the only one that uses formerly living creatures as art." She studies it casually, "Just. Let's get to the other end of the garden first."
<Muirfinn> "That's a somewhat unpleasant thought." Muirfinn says, examining the statue with more interest now. OOC True Seeing reveal anything here?
> OOC: LInk me? Also sec.
> Muirfinn can see the figure of a screaming, thrashing woman above it. Tears pour down her face as she silently howls in agony.
<Muirfinn> "...yeah, this is definitely one of those cases." Muirfinn says. "This statue is alive."
<Muirfinn> "And I didn't think to prepare a Stone to Flesh spell."
> "I'll keep watch ahead," Kascha calls, going to do just that. Vivantha comes over, as does Canderella. "It's no surprise." Tapping her lip with a finger, "It doesn't mean it's an innocent. It's also used to punish servants and thralls that displease their masters. Constantly tormenting a thrall can become boring and bothersome rather than a joy. Besides, after you break their mind and spirit, that empty-eyed look just isn't the same. The point is don't assume this is some innocent maiden. It could be anything but, or even a trap."
* Muirfinn frowns. "Perhaps. Nothing is what it seems in the Abyss. Still...I find it difficult to leave her this way."
> "We should do something," Vivantha agrees, "We can't leave an innocent suffering."
> Canderella glances at her with a slight sigh, "Save your power. It's more important to defeat Athux. Listen to me - you can't right every wrong in the Abyss. Many of them shouldn't be righted regardless. We're in a realm where the worst in Creation come to suffer and commit atrocities. We can do good by killing Athux. Trying to solve every other problem in our way is a waste of time and valuable resources."
<Muirfinn> "I'm not disagreeing with you, Canderella. Merely making a statement. If time permits, I will return and do what I can after our deed is accomplished. No doubt that killing Athux will throw this realm into even greater chaos."
> "Good. Then let's go." Canderella turns and heads for Kascha.
* Muirfinn looks at Vivantha, taking her hand as he leads her away. "She's very likely correct, you know. The many we find here are damned, and have earned their place here in some form or another. It does not mean that we cannot try, but trying to help everyone will only result in a great many difficulties and perhaps our deaths. We can return another day and see what, if anything, can be done."
> "I know she is." Vivantha answers and looks into Muirfinn's eyes. Her own eyes are sad - a deep sadness you can lose yourself in. "This realm is horrific, all the moreso because the surface is fair.
> OOC: Gah.
> "I know she is." Vivantha answers and looks into Muirfinn's eyes. Her own eyes are sad - a deep sadness you can lose yourself in. "This realm is horrific, all the moreso because the surface is fair. Canderella has been telling me that all the while with telepathy. Yet I find it hard to forsake those in suffering. Is it not strange, brave hero? I'll take a life for a good reason and slay demon and devil alike. But to see them suffering, I wish to help them."
<Muirfinn> "Of course you do. It's what makes you a good person. Sometimes the right thing to do, though, is to save your energy for the greater enemy. It is difficult, yes, but right."
> "I suppose," Vivantha says, "We'll just have to be strong."
* Muirfinn nods.
> OOC: Going to go join the others now?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Yup
> From here you go to the other end of the garden. The others wait, waiting on Muirfinn to summon his monsters.
* Muirfinn ponders for a moment, then summons!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d4+1
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d4+1 and gets 5." [1d4=4]
> On summoning, five of the snake-fire creatures instantly appear! They writhe out of the ground, hissing hot and ready to serve!
<Muirfinn> "Craft us a tunnel into the palace before you. Two abreast on two abreast, with one on top." Muirfinn says in Terran.
> The snakes spring into action! They dig into the groudn, burrowing ahead and down! The earth sizzles as they dig in, a path slowly being revealed ahead!
> "Hurry now," Canderella picks up the pace, heading down the tunnel.
* Muirfinn heads in as well. "There should be room for us all to stand with little difficulty.
<Muirfinn> "
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d100 and gets 46." [1d100=46]
> OOC: How long do they stay?
<Muirfinn> OOC: 22 rounds
> They dig and dig and te party follows! Soon there is a soft crash! They break through into a well lit basement room! It's large and empty, save for a few bits of nice looking furniture. A door leads out of the room.
<Muirfinn> "Well," Muirfinn says as he steps into the room. "That went remarkably well."
> "No burrowing defenses?" This makes Canderella snicker as she comes in. "I suppose the rumors aren't true after all."
<Muirfinn> "Rumors?"
> "Rumors are that he bent over and thought of nice things while Graz'zt made him a woman, so to speak." With a dry chortle, "In other words, he doesn't think to guard his unprotected rear."
> Kascha grimaces at that, "Must you?" She sighs, going to the door. "I don't hear anything on the other side." OOC: She took ten on her listen check.
* Muirfinn looks at Canderella strangely for a moment, then looks at Kascha. "Let's proceed then.
<Muirfinn> "
> The door leads into another room. It's essentially the same as the last. The furniture's in the same place but it's otherwise unchanged. Another door on the far side leads further along.
> *changed around but otherwise. Gah.
> "He must have big plans for down here," Kascha observes with a wrinkle of her nose.
> "Dream big and figure out how to live up to it," Canderella adds with a slight smile. "Even if his dreams are no good."
<Muirfinn> "This all seems rather innocuous dor a demon lord."
<Muirfinn> OOC: For
> Sauntering over to a soft couch and patting the back rest, "It's probably meant to be luxurious. Some demons like that sort of thing and it fits what we've seen of Athux."
<Muirfinn> "For who, though? Himself?"
> "His slaves, his harem, his favored servants," Shrugging as she heads ot the next door, "For the ambiance. Even if it's a palace of sin and torment, the right apperance is important."
> KAscha goes to the next door in the meanwhile, "Let's just keep going," she adds quietly.
* Muirfinn shakes his head. "Let's just move on. Demons."
> The next door opens - leading to a room similar ot the last. The furniture's slightly different, but it's otherwise the same.
<Muirfinn> "I am detecting a pattern here."
> "Really big plans," Vivantha says quietly, "As am I. I fear what plans these basements are meant to have."
> Canderella frowns faintly but goes to the next door without comment.
<Muirfinn> "The level of repetiton here is a bit more insidious than that. I think we might be in a maze." Muirfinn says, opening the next door.
> The next door is again much the same. "Or a trap," Canderella says softly, "I wonder now if his back was more guarded than we realized."
<Muirfinn> "Indeed."
> "This could be bad. Really bad." Kascha looks around warily, "I've seen some of the things a planar lord or deity can do with space and distance in their realm."
> "So what do we do now?" Vivantha speaks up, "Press on or something else?"
<Muirfinn> Hmmmm." Muirfinn ponders. "Well, he's likely using the morphic nature of the plane itself here. Not an actual spell. We'd know if it was. The only thing we CAN do is either play the game, or break the rules."
> "The question is how do we do that?" Kascha says, "If this is properly set up, teleportation or gating won't work. I have a friend who knows a lot about Cania - one of Mephisto's defenses is a mountain pass that loops on itself. Once you're in the loop, you found out that the astral connetions are severed, so there's no teleporting out."
<Muirfinn> "Well, my favorite is the tried and true method of rule breaking. When in doubt, knock down everything." Muirfinn says.
> "We could just go back and try another route," Canderella adds, "If the tunnels are still intact."
> "I trust your choice, brave hero," Vivantha adds after, voice lilting upwards.
<Muirfinn> "If the tunnels are still there. If the way back leads us back to the tunnels." Muirfinn helpfully points out.

[Anastasia]

> "If," Kascha says grimly, sighing and closing her eyes. She shakes her head back and forth, "I'd bet they aren't. No wonder his flank wasn't defended seriously."
> "I have faith in the Moonmaiden," Vivantha speaks up, "I do not believe she would send us on a futile quest, so there has to be a way out. Considering anything else slides into defeat."
> "If not, our best bet may be a dragon's temper tantrum," Canderella adds helpfully, "How big can your dragon form get, Muirfinn?" OOC: Also curious OOC here.
<Muirfinn> "Perhaps a magic circle against chaos? If we can manage it, it might just collapse the trap we're in."
<Muirfinn> OOC: Colossal size. Real damn big.
> "I couldn't without that wish," Kascha shakes her head slowly, "Chaos is a part of my nature - of all of our natures, save yours."
> OOC: You can't reach that size in here, but you could squeeze in huge and push into gargantuan.
<Muirfinn> "As large as a full-grown red dragon." Muirfinn says, looking about. "I don't believe I'd fit though. It'd have to be smaller, a bit."
> "I can protect the rest of us from cave-in," Kascha speaks up, "If all else goes wrong."
> "It seems our best option," Canderella says, "Do you agree, Muirfinn?"
<Muirfinn> "I have no problem with it. I believe I'd better go with something more destructive than ice, though. Perhaps a gold's fire?
<Muirfinn> "
> "Everyone, gather around," Kascha calls, "Except you, Muirfinn." As the girls cluster she waves her hand. There's no incantation, just suddenly a curving circle of force around the party. It leaves only a little gap above it, with Kascha spreading her wings out to cover the other two.
* Muirfinn nods, stepping away to the other side of the room. His form flows, green scales turning a bright, burnished gold with wings sweeping out from his back. His neck elongates sinuously and horns sprout from his head as his face morphs into that of a gold dragon. His tail lashes idly behind him as he grumbles, "...fire." before heaving in a great breath of air. He lets it loose all at once,
* Muirfinn air becoming a raging firestorm inferno that fills the room as he blasts it out of his gullet.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
> OOC: Where exactly are you aiming and how large are you growing?
<Muirfinn> OOC: With the amount of fire I'm putting out, it might not matter. Also, Huge
<Muirfinn> OOC: For completion's sake, say a random wall.
> Fire erupts out all around! A torrent of flame engulfs the room! IT's all on fire, everything's burning around you! The wall of force keeps it away form the girls, at least. Everything is indeed on fire - so now what? OOC: ACt. The stone's charred, the furniture's on fire and flammable things are doing the burn thing.
> OOC: Okay.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Walls burning? Melting? Screaming obscenities?
> OOC: The walls are burning a bit. They're stone so they don't burn easy. It more melts when it get shot enough.
* Muirfinn waits a moment, letting his breath recharge, then breathes again! More fire!
<Muirfinn> OOC: I have a plan after this.
> More fire gushes out! Everything is ablaze! The walls are starting to show signs of melting, the stone relenting under the massive heat!
* Muirfinn lashes out with his powerful tail, smashing it against the wall! OOC: What exactly would I roll for this?
> OOC: Just a damage roll should be fine.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d6+36
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d6+36 and gets 52." [4d6=6, 1, 4, 5]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Wait
<Muirfinn> OOC: That's colossal damage
<Muirfinn> roll 2d6+36
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 2d6+36 and gets 43." [2d6=3, 4]
> Muirfinn's tail hits the burning wall! It shudders but stays up as the burning continues! The air is becoming foul with smoke and nastier things yet, as below Kascha and company hide from the fire!
* Muirfinn smashes into it again!
<Muirfinn> roll 2d6+36
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 2d6+36 and gets 43." [2d6=4, 3]

[Anastasia]

> Another hit! The wall shudders again, leaning forward from the blow but not quite giving out yet! The smoke is getting thicker, as a few burning bits of stone fall, raining down on Kascha's wings!
> roll 3d6 fire damage, her DR covers the bludgeoning damage. Fire's the one element she doesn't have any innate resistance to
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d6 fire damage, her DR covers the bludgeoning damage. Fire's the one element she doesn't have any innate resistance to and gets 10." [3d6=2, 6, 2]
* Muirfinn opts against breathing again, and instead shifts into the icy form of a silver dragon, Immediately he breathes a dense cloud of ice and frost against the burning wall!
> roll 1d20+1
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+1 and gets 6." [1d20=5]
> The cold hits the already battered wall! It shudders and collapses as cold meets hot! In the aftermath you see something ahead! It's another room, identical to this one except for a few changes in furniture placement. Also it's not on fire. Steam and smoke meet clean air in the meanwhile, making it a little easier to breathe. Yet as you look, the room appears indistinct, vague and altogether slightly off. Almost slightly transparent.
* Muirfinn happily fills THAT room with cold too!
> Ice gushes into that room! A sheen of ice coats everything, as meanwhile a bit more fiery rubble falls from below on Kascha and her outspread wings!
> roll 3d6 fire damage, make sure to update her HP in #thecauldron.
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d6 fire damage, make sure to update her HP in #thecauldron. and gets 10." [3d6=6, 3, 1]
<Muirfinn> "You girls alright over there?" Muirfinn turns his head to look at them.
> "We're fine!" Kascha calls back, her wings smashed and burnt in a few places. "Any luck?"
* Muirfinn uses his breath to extinguish the remaining fires, then says, "Come have a look at this next room."
> Cold air meets hot ceiling! An already crumbling ceiling, one that shudders before collapsing down in great chunks! OOC: Uh oh. Roll ref.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+30 evasion
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+30 evasion and gets 44." [1d20=14]
> roll 10d6+20d6 Muirfinn none and I'll let you know what the other stake since this is a bit complicated
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 10d6+20d6 Muirfinn none and I'll let you know what the other stake since this is a bit complicated and gets 117." [10d6=5, 3, 5, 6, 5, 3, 1, 6, 5, 1][20d6=5, 3, 6, 3, 5, 3, 5, 4, 5, 3, 6, 1, 2, 3, 5, 2, 6, 6, 1, 3]
> OOC: 107 to Kascha, 53 to Vivantha and 42 to Canderella. More coming.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Ohh Jesus
> Muirfinn darts back, a move far too fast for any true dragon! He leaps into the empty room, avoiding the collapse! Everything in the room is now covered in burned-charred-frozen rubble! Above sunshine spills down from 30ft above! Atop that and 80ft away from Muirfinn is a creature hidden in a white robe. It's huge, towering over the chasm! At each side is a hezrou, the huge and foul demons familiar to Muirfinn! The voice of the robed one echos in a tone that sounds of crackling fires, "Slaughter the intruders!" OOC: Init. Just you for now since the others are covered in rubble and doing ??? things.
> roll 1d20+6 Hezrou 1
> roll 1d20+6 Hezrou 2
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+6 Hezrou 1 and gets 14." [1d20=8]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+6 Hezrou 2 and gets 13." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+17 (+5 nerveskitter) whtie robe
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+17 (+5 nerveskitter) whtie robe and gets 27." [1d20=10]
* Kotono changes topic to 'White Robe(27)>Hezrou 1(14)>Hezrou 2(13)'
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+12 and gets 26." [1d20=14]
* Kotono changes topic to 'White Robe(27)>Muirfinn(26)>Hezrou 1(14)>Hezrou 2(13)'
> The white robes creature holds out a hand! It is a hand flayed of flesh, the muscles and veins visible! They throb with white light as arcane patterns trace within the veins! From his palm comes a violet ray of light!
> roll 1d20+33 touch AC, Muirfinn?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+33 touch AC, Muirfinn? and gets 35." [1d20=2]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Touch 27
> OOC: Are you immune to mind affecting or compulsion?
> OOC: Also, any SR?
<Muirfinn> OOC: YUP
> OOC: To which?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Mind affecting
> The beam hits Muirfinn, yet nothing happens! The creature's other hand comes out! From it comes more light, forming into an eye that grows into the creature's other palm! From it a single tear falls out! It catches the light as it falls, growing and shifting into a teardrop arrow! It flies right at Muirfinn!
> roll 1d20+33 AC?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+33 AC? and gets 53." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+33 AC? crit?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+33 AC? crit? and gets 35." [1d20=2]
<Muirfinn> OOC: AC 63
> OOC: Are you immune to bleeding effects by any chance?
<Muirfinn> OOC: I can be in one round!
> OOC: I mean at the moment.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Oh, no
> roll 20d6 and more after the flavor text coming, DR does not apply.
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 20d6 and more after the flavor text coming, DR does not apply. and gets 69." [20d6=6, 3, 1, 1, 6, 2, 2, 2, 6, 3, 4, 1, 2, 5, 6, 1, 1, 5, 6, 6]
> The arrow flies true, piercing through Muirfinn's chest! It leaves a bloody wound, yet it not all that bleeds! Tears of blood begin to fall from Muirfinn's eyes! His very eyes begin to tint red and burn terribly as well! OOC: 5 bleed damage a round plus this can't be good for you eyes. Go Muirfinn.
* Muirfinn stumbles in the act of launching through the hole, but catches himself and does just that! He flies up through the hole into the air with a great clap of wings, arcing down into a streaking charge as his form shifts, scales becoming heavy stone as the bleeding halts. He smashes into the white robed hezrou at roughly 57 miles an hour with all 24 tons of his new weight! OOC: Hi. I don't
* Muirfinn have bones or an internal structure anymore. If he can't avoid this, he's probably paste. Not sure how to roll it though.
> OOC: Okay. So you flew up and out, became an earth elemental and are trying to fall on the baddies?
<Muirfinn> OOC: It's more that I charged as a dragon, then immediately shifted into elemental form. So I'm sort of charging bull rushing flying...thing.
> OOC: Okay, make a CMB check then.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+34 I can do that.
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+34 I can do that. and gets 44." [1d20=10]
> Muirfinn shifts in mid-flight, becoming a giant lump of earth! He manages it successfully, slamming into the creature hard! It's sent flying back, able to partially dodge! It still lands hard, the sound of cracking bones sharp in the air! Around you is a massive interior courtyard, a picturesque save for the demons around you. There's lots of plants, benches, that sorta thing. Like an open air garden. But Muirfinn barely has a chance to observe it, as the two hezrou turn on him! OOC: Are you immune to poison?
<Muirfinn> OOC: YUP
> OOC: They're going to go full PA and hitting you. They're buffed but they're smart enough to know a dragon's likely defenses. Just gonna roll 1d20s and see if they hit and 20s by fishing.
> roll 3#1d20
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3#1d20  and gets 60." [3#1d20 = 20, 20, 20]
> OOC: Are you fucking serious?!
* Muirfinn (~Desktop@ip72-201-113-118.ph.ph.cox.net) Quit (Quit: <censored> THE BULLSHIT)
* Muirfinn (Desktop@ip72-201-113-118.ph.ph.cox.net) has joined #dunes
<Muirfinn> ooc:
<Muirfinn> I CALL HAX
> roll 8d4+60+2d8+44+2d8+44
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 8d4+60+2d8+44+2d8+44  and gets 180." [8d4=2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3][2d8=6, 5][2d8=6, 1]
> OOC: Immune to crits? I'll reroll then.
> roll 4d4+30+1d8+22+1d8+22
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 4d4+30+1d8+22+1d8+22 and gets 86." [4d4=1, 1, 2, 1][1d8=1][1d8=6]
> roll 3#1d20 roll the second hezrou's attacks. Hope it isn't a repeat
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3#1d20 roll the second hezrou's attacks. Hope it isn't a repeat and gets 18." [3#1d20 = 4, 11, 3]
> One of the hezrou leaps onto his scales! Somehow his claws cut in like they aren't there, rending his side apart! While the other flails pointlessly on Muirfinn, the effective hezrou tears in! Earth rips apart like cloth as the claws of the hezrou glow! Suddenly the creature screams, consumed with fire! It's propelled away from you, landing 50ft away in a massive column of flame! Abyssal fury screams throughout the Abyss, enough to make the sky crack! THe fire flows into the hezrou - and in moments, a balor stands before you! It roars with the fury of a thousand suns! OOC: Congratulations, you just spontaneously caused the hezrou to promote. White robe is up.
* Kotono changes topic to 'White Robe(27)>Muirfinn(26)>Balor(14)>Hezrou 2(13)'
> The robed creature manages to rise slowly, hood pushed back. The creature beneath is a hezrou, yet all its flesh is flayed away. It stares at Muirfinn with utter hatred, gaze only breaking to stare at the newly born balor! It gazes between Muirfinn and the balor, before simply vanishing away! OOC: It fled. Go Muirfinn.
<Muirfinn> OOC: So what all is left? A hezrou and a balor?
> OOC: Yes.
<Muirfinn> OOC: I assmue the hezrou is still in melee range?
> OOC: Yes.
* Muirfinn straightens up, leans to the side and swings around, giving the hezrou a baleful, "Now you done fucked up, son." look. Then he unceremoniously smashes it into the ground.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 41." [1d20=4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 40." [1d20=3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32 and gets 44." [1d20=12]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27 and gets 37." [1d20=10]
> OOC: All hit.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 51." [4d10=1, 10, 9, 4][2d6=2, 6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 50." [4d10=1, 10, 4, 8][2d6=5, 3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 45." [4d10=6, 9, 1, 6][2d6=1, 3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 55." [4d10=9, 1, 9, 9][2d6=6, 2]

[Anastasia]

<Muirifinn> OOC: I though Witey booked it?
> OOC: It has, I just haven't fully updated init yet.
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn(26)>Balor(14)'
<Muirifinn> OOC: I see!
> The newborn balor before you throbs with power! Its face slowly twists, becoming human-ish. It has a beauty that's profanely alluring, going past handsome into an almost feminine ideal of beauty. It raises its thunderous blade above its head before charging Muirfinn head on! OOC: Reach, Muirfinn?
<Muirifinn> OOC: FIFTEEN MILES
<Muirifinn> OOC: FEET
<Muirifinn> OOC: I meant feet
> roll 1d20+58 (-20 PA, +8 ???, +10 ???, +2 charge, +6 ???) AC?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+58 (-20 PA, +8 ???, +10 ???, +2 charge, +6 ???) AC? and gets 62." [1d20=4]
<Muirifinn> OOC: Alas, 57
> roll 2d6+93+2d6
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d6+93+2d6  and gets 103." [2d6=1, 2][2d6=4, 3]
> OOC: Any DR?
<Muirifinn> OOC: Great question! No!
> The demon charges right into Muirfinn, tearing into his chest! Blood and bone are torn wide asunder, the balor's blade literally screaming in the same rage as the balor! You can feel raw, pure and undiluted fury, as if the creature before you represents pure battle-rage! Meanwhile below, you can hear the rumbling of stone and a thunderclap! A geyser of stone debris rise up from below, raining down around the duo! The howling of winds is heard, a terrific storm of power! OOC: Adding those three into init since they managed to storm away the collapse around them.
> roll 1d20+12 kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+12 kascha and gets 14." [1d20=2]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn(26)>Balor=Kascha(14)'
> roll 1d20+6 Canderella forgot the +2 for Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+6 Canderella forgot the +2 for Vivantha and gets 8." [1d20=2]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn(26)>Kascha(16)>Balor(14)>Canderella(8)'
> roll 1d20+14 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+14 Vivantha and gets 15." [1d20=1]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn(26)>Kascha(16)>Vivantha(15)>Balor(14)>Canderella(8)'
> OOC: Go.
<Muirifinn> "A bit of healing would not be remiss!" Muirfinn says, stumbling back from the blow, his stone form nearly sliced in twain!
<Muirifinn> OOC: Do they act now, or next turn?
> OOC: This round, but it's a new round and you're up.
> OOC: Sec.
<Muirifinn> OOC: Aw shit
<Muirifinn> OOC: What's Pretty Soldier Sailor Balor's reach?
> 15ft.
* Muirifinn scrabbles away from the balor, staying out of its reach. Once he is 40 feet away and closer to the girls, he shifts back to his natural form. A quick mumbled word and his form heals, horrible rents in scale and shell healing over! OOC: Moved 40 feet, used Heal SLA
> Muirfinn's wounds slowly mend! It is as if his wounds want to stay torn open. The pain lingers even as the damages relucantly reverse, like a lingering curse! Meanwhile Kascha flies up out of the collapsed hole, gesturing at the balor, "Song of unlife, whisper in his ear! Hear my name and if I am willing to cast aside the bonds of life, your power may come forth! Repeat in a prism four times and appear!" From her finger a beam of coruscating black energy fires towards the balor!
> roll 1d20 she has so many mods just seeing if I need to calc the SR ones first
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 she has so many mods just seeing if I need to calc the SR ones first and gets 4." [1d20=4]
> roll 1d20 touch AC, really only going to miss this on a 1
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 touch AC, really only going to miss this on a 1 and gets 8." [1d20=8]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn(26)>Kascha(16)>Vivantha(15)>Balor(14, -6 levels)>Canderella(8)'
> The beam hits the demon in the chest! It seems to make the entire demon wither, as if part of its very essence has been torn away! Even its screams are lessened! Then Vivantha is at Muirfinn's side, having flown up untouched. Her words are not words, but instead a gentle song of life and restoration to heal his wounds!
> roll 3d8+15 healing Muirfinn since ow
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d8+15 healing Muirfinn since ow and gets 34." [3d8=4, 7, 8]
> Muirfinn's wounds are again relucant to heal! But they do, as the balor raises its blade to the heavens! Dark clouds spread out like grease across clean water, darkening the sky! In seconds thunder and lightning is booming down! In the skies above is a dance of lightning bolts, gathering together into one massive bolt above Muirfinn! Then at last the creature utters a word - a single word. "Hammer!" With that utterance the lighting bolt slams down towards Muirfinn like a the wrath of the Gods! OOC: Ref, Muirfinn.
<Muirifinn> roll 1d20+30
* Hatbot --> "Muirifinn rolls 1d20+30 and gets 31." [1d20=1]
<Muirifinn> OOC: Oh come on hat
> OOC: Any elec res?
> roll 30d6 be happy that you got healed since this is full damage. Electricity damage fi you have any resistance.
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 30d6 be happy that you got healed since this is full damage. Electricity damage fi you have any resistance. and gets 113." [30d6=4, 3, 3, 6, 4, 5, 3, 2, 6, 2, 1, 2, 2, 1, 6, 6, 5, 5, 6, 5, 2, 4, 6, 6, 5, 1, 4, 2, 4, 2]
> The lightning bolt pounds Muirfinn down again and again and again! It slams him like a hammer, trying to drive the life out from him! Yet he stands each and every blow, shaking but alive! Then, "Really? Storms? Idiot." Canderella is heard with an exasperated huff. "Go beat up your overstuffed master," she says as she flies up! The lightning storm above shudders and condenses in an instant, becoming a large storm elemental just before the balor! It wastes no time in immediately attacking him!
> roll 1d20+11 fishin'
> roll 1d20+11 fishin'
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+11 fishin' and gets 15." [1d20=4]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+11 fishin' and gets 21." [1d20=10]
> The storm elemental flails at the balor, keeping it mildly distracted as...OOC: Muirfinn, go.
* Muirifinn swiftly and smoothly pulls his staff from the quiver strapped to the side of his shell. He raises if with both hands and brings it down onto the earth point first with a thundering retort. The struck earth reverberates like a gong, groaning as it lurches upward. Up, up, and up it goes, crashing and roaring as it takes the shape of a massive earth elemental, easily the size of a two story
* Muirifinn house. It blocks the way between Muirfinn and the balor, rumbling ominously as it's deceptively swift limbs come in from either side of the balor, seeking to pound it into a very flat vertical balor pancake. OOC: I forgot I had this! Earth Elemental Monolith! Line of sight = BLOCKED. Elemental going NOW!
<Muirifinn> roll 1d20+42+2 slam attack
<Muirifinn> roll 1d20+42+2 slam attack
* Hatbot --> "Muirifinn rolls 1d20+42+2 slam attack and gets 58." [1d20=14]
* Hatbot --> "Muirifinn rolls 1d20+42+2 slam attack and gets 51." [1d20=7]
> OOC: Two hits.
<Muirifinn> roll 6d8+18 slam
* Hatbot --> "Muirifinn rolls 6d8+18 slam and gets 53." [6d8=4, 6, 7, 8, 3, 7]
<Muirifinn> roll 6d8+18 slam
* Hatbot --> "Muirifinn rolls 6d8+18 slam and gets 52." [6d8=3, 8, 8, 7, 2, 6]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn=Earth Monolith(26)>Kascha(16)>Vivantha(15)>Balor(14, -6 levels)>Canderella(8)'
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn=Earth Monolith(26)>Kascha(16)>Vivantha(15)>Balor(14, -6 levels)>Canderella=Storm Elemental(8)'
> Caught between a storm and a mountain, the balor is plummeled without mercy! It's beaten and hit around, pinballed between the two as mountainous blow after blow hammers it! OOC: Ow. Kascha's up.
> Kascha's vest glows! Arcane symbols flow from the balor, becoming back runes that press into Kascha's head and vanish within! "Got it!" She calls, "Again I cast aside the bonds of life! I throw the gates of the Negative open and demand that you come forth with power!" Again a coruscating black beam fires from her hand, right at the demon! OOC: Swift action pearl of power ability from vest, firing another max+empowered enervation.
> roll 1d20 touch AC so only misses on a 1, really.
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 touch AC so only misses on a 1, really. and gets 9." [1d20=9]
> roll 1d20 SR only fails on a 1 thanks to bonuses+Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 SR only fails on a 1 thanks to bonuses+Canderella and gets 18." [1d20=18]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Muirfinn=Earth Monolith(26)>Kascha(16)>Vivantha(15)>Balor(14, -12 levels)>Canderella=Storm Elemental(8)'
> The balor's flames begin to sputter out! It's failing and withering terribly! As this happens...OOC: Vivantha'll hold since the balor looks tied up with the summons and will pop powers if needed. Balor's up.
> Seeming on the verge of collapsing into itself, the balor raises its blade up - and points it at its chest! With a scream it plunges it in, then the world disintegrates into a massive explosion of power! OOC: Ref saves, y'all.
> roll 1d20+28 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 Kascha and gets 34." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+37 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+37 Vivantha and gets 57." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+38 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+38 Canderella and gets 52." [1d20=14]
<Muirifinn> roll 1d20+30
* Hatbot --> "Muirifinn rolls 1d20+30 and gets 47." [1d20=17]
> OOC: Evasion? Also fix the typo in your nick.
* Muirifinn is now known as Muirfinn
<Muirfinn> OOC: Ooops. Yes Evasion
> OOC: Roll for the summons too.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+10 monolithy
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+10 monolithy and gets 29." [1d20=19]
> roll 1d20 elemental, looking it up real quick
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 elemental, looking it up real quick and gets 9." [1d20=9]
> OOC: 50 damage to the three girls. None to Muirfinn. 100 to the summons. Storm elemental's pulped.
<Muirfinn> OOC: How's Balorface?
> OOC: He blew up, how do you think? More coming.
> Light and pain. When it passes, you can see again. No sign of the balor. Around you is a ruined garden. It was once beautiful and picturesque, but now it is ruined. Here and there - on the ground and in the air, throbbing red crack-lines leak pus. The entire realm seems to shudder in protest of this terrible happening. The light in the sky has gone dim and taken on a pale green cast. The air is hot, too hot. Far too hot. You feel as if you burn with fever. Everything here is unreal, impossible. A fever dream given reality. The angles before you are too sharp and too much. Geometry seems in open revolt as your flesh sizzles and your inner core boils. Yet ahead of you is your goal - the great palace-castle of Athux! The beautiful gates have been blown off, revealing the way within. OOC: Fort saves all. This is a disease effect, so don't roll if you're immune.
> roll 1d20+24 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+24 Kascha and gets 40." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d20+36 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+36 Vivantha and gets 50." [1d20=14]
> roll 1d20+40 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+40 Canderella and gets 46." [1d20=6]
> OOC: Pretty sure you're immune, Muirfinn. Speak up and roll if you aren't when you get back.
> Kascha falls to one knee, burnt terribly. Her face is covered in hanging burnt flesh, as if her face was a poster slowly falling away from a wall. She whimpers, trying to rise but falling back to her knees.
> Canderella laughs. It's a wincing sort of laugh, yet her face has a smile. A smile that's too large for anything, "Heh, heh, heh...nostalgic! The realm's splitting up like last time. Step lively now, we need to finish giving Athux a very bad day."
> "Oh, and before he teleports reinforcements back, military losses be damned," she adds in a charming sing-song. "Demons of all shapes and sizes, ready to rip us apart or die trying."
> Vivantha flies over to Muirfinn, "Brave hero, are you well? She's right, we must have haste now."
* Muirfinn shakes his head. "I'm fine, or will be. See to Kascha." Muirfinn gently urges her toward Kascha, exchanging staff for want and rapidly healing himself
<Muirfinn> OOC: Wand. not want.
> OOC: What are you casting? One a round because action time matters here, so don't spam a bunch at once.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Cure Critical
> OOC: Roll it.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 and gets 35." [4d8=3, 4, 4, 7]
> Meanwhile, Vivantha goes over and heals Kascha! At the same time her own wounds heal, calling on arcane power and then calling it back! OOC: CSW plus 45 hp from consuming a 9th level spell then vesting it right back. So 45+incoming roll healing for Kascha.
> roll 3d8+15
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d8+15 and gets 27." [3d8=8, 3, 1]
> Wounds heal slowly, grudgingly! The wounds weep pus as they heal, which soaks into the ground like water into a thirsty desert. Kascha is able to rise now, "W-we have to keep going." Coughing tiredly, "We just have to find and beat Athux." OOC: Next round, take actions, Muirfinn. Be it going ahead or more healing.
* Muirfinn heals himself again, starting to head forward. "We'll let the elemental lead the way. It's big and can buy us a bit of time if things go sour. We don't have the luxury of stealth anymore."
<Muirfinn> roll 4d8+17
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d8+17 and gets 36." [4d8=8, 2, 4, 5]
> Vivantha does the same, healing Kascha once more. OOC: Other's actions coming.
> roll 3d8+15 Kascha healing
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d8+15 Kascha healing and gets 29." [3d8=5, 4, 5]
> Meanwhile Kascha draws on more spellpower, consuming it for healing as she follows! OOC: 40 HP back in addition to that CSW.
> Meanwhile Canderella hurries along, fishing out a wand and tapping her leg with it as she makes haste!
> roll 1d20 UMD, only fails on a 1
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 UMD, only fails on a 1 and gets 11." [1d20=11]
> roll 3d8+5
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d8+5 and gets 25." [3d8=5, 7, 8]
> OOC: Canderella heals 25 from that.
> The party heads on! But there's a problem - the gates aren't big enough to admit a giant earth monolith.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Are the gates built into the ground?
> OOC: They're built into the palace, yeah.
<Muirfinn> OOC: What's the palace made out of?
> OOC: Looks like stone, plaster and fancy things. It's almost certainly magical since it's the domain of a Demon Lord, even a fledgling one.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Okay!
<Muirfinn> The earth elemental does not slow down, gliding through the stone of the gates as though it were a fish in water and easily bypassing that barrier!
> As the party passes in, they find that ahead is...distortion. You can see glimpses of a palace, but it's flickering. It constantly changes. But stepping ahead is hard - painfully hard.  You can feel a terrible malice and limitless hunger ahead! It pushes against all of you like a physical force, as if to prevent further entry! Under its command, the air grows solid and pushes back. The stone of the floor tilt downward and away to make you return whence you came. The air grows hot as an inferno and demands you retreat. The steady drip-drip-drip of pus falling from cracks echos within it, a discordant sound that feels ill at ease with everything else here. "Ugh!" Kascha puts her arms up.
> Canderella gruns - a beautiful, alluring sound in spite of barely being a vocalization at all - and calls, "Can you feel that? Athux's power is directly opposing us! He's close and desperate! His power is stretched too far as it is!"
> *grunts
<Muirfinn> "You know," Muirfinn says calmly as he braces himself against the floor. "I'm really beginning to dislike the Abyss."
> "Less talking!" Canderella snaps, "Power! The power to unravel magic and command reality itself! Anything like that, if you have any scraps of it, now's the time!"
* Muirfinn simply raises the Leaf of Yggdrasil and intones a forceful word. Power flows from him to combat the energy pushing them back! OOC: Greater Dispel
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+20
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+20 and gets 35." [1d20=15]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Also, could you please tell me how many rounds have passed since the Balor died?
> OOC: This willb e round 5.
> Before you the castle shudders terrifically! With a nightmare-born sound of tearing stone and shattering porcelin, the distortion ahead of you breaks apart! At the same time, so does much of the palace! Great cracks run through it, continuing through the air! You stand in a ballroom. A beautiful place if not torn asunder, the floor slippery with pus and growing cysts all over. It's hotter than a fever here, everything off. You can barely concentrate on anything, like a walking nightmare. Yet it's overlayered with a desire to see it all as transcendantly beautiful. It is as if your worst nightmare was clad in heavenly glory. Ahead of you - 50ft ahead, perhaps? Yes, you think that's right. 50ft ahead are five figures. Four women stand before a single balor. (More)
> The first woman is blonde and fair skinned. She wears naught, her body devastatingly beautiful. Yet before your enchanted eyes she seems sick. She is covered in sores. Her entire body weeps vile things. Her postures sags forward, as if she carries some great burden. The smirk on her face does war with the image of a look of horror. Her body thrums with jagged lines of green energy in place of veins. "My..." she says in a voice of seductive sweetness, yet you can just barely hear the same woman sobbing beneath it, "How rude! Guests come to pay homage, not take up arms against the Lord of Greenrot!" The second is brown haired and with tanned skin of the same shade. Her ears and figure point to elven heritage of some sort or another. She looks on with madness, yet over her you see the image of a child curled up into a fetal ball, rocking back and forth in fear. "No Elsa, they've come to offer blood. So much sweet, sweet blood!" The third is a black haired woman of angelic features, with black wings that constantly shed bloody feathers. Your feverish vision flickers - images of hate, of pain, of lonliness, of despair, of rejection. She says something - Muirfinn can't make it out. All he can see is the figure before her screaming as she is wrapped in chains and tossed below, seeming to fall forever. Dreaming, drifting. So hot. There's a fourth...something with a sword. A woman with a sword. A succubus of beauty so perfect that it momentarily pierces the encroaching delierum. (More)
> Something she says snaps Muirfinn from that burning reverie. His attention focuses back as she speaks, "That's right." Her blade is held, and you see no sorrow on her. Only the image of a smile too wide, too happy, too much. It twists up into a V, turning her face into an exaggerated horror. Pointing the blade at Muirfinn, "Offer your spirits!" Any further wooziness si shattered as the balor cracks his burning whip, "Suffer! Your punishment for rebellion against the rightful Lord of Greenrot is eternal misery! You will be slain, reincarnated, reviled, scorned, murdered and again reincarnated, forever and ever. You will beg for mercy and it will never be granted! That is your judgment!" With another crack of his whip, the monsters advance! OOC: Init.

[Anastasia]

<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+12 and gets 19." [1d20=7]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Roll for elemental?
> OOC: Sure.
> roll 1d20+14 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+14 Kascha and gets 31." [1d20=17]
> roll 1d20+14 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+14 Vivantha and gets 21." [1d20=7]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+2 elemental
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+2 elemental and gets 20." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+6 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+6 Canderella and gets 25." [1d20=19]
<Muirfinn> OOC: -2, not +
> OOC: So 18 for the elemental?
<Muirfinn> OOC: 16
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Elemental(16)'
> roll 1d20+8 blonde
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+8 blonde and gets 14." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+11 brunette
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+11 brunette and gets 15." [1d20=4]
> roll 1d20+10 fallen
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+10 fallen and gets 18." [1d20=8]
> roll 1d20+16 succubus
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+16 succubus and gets 18." [1d20=2]
> roll 1d20+11 balor
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+11 balor and gets 25." [1d20=14]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Fallen=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)>Blonde(14)'
> Kascha stumbles back as much as moves. Her speed is slow, shaking her head. "Let's end this," she whispers, "Three times I call on Queen Morwel to open the heavenly gate! Let seven rays come down and shine on impurity! Shine seven times!" From above seven rays of glorious light cascade down, before exploding on the balor and the succubi!
> roll 1d20+42 (+16 Canderella)
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+42 (+16 Canderella) and gets 58." [1d20=16]
> roll 20d8 and a line of Will saves incoming
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 20d8 and a line of Will saves incoming and gets 78." [20d8=4, 5, 4, 5, 1, 4, 2, 1, 6, 3, 7, 2, 5, 6, 4, 3, 7, 2, 5, 2]
> OOC: DC is 27.
> roll 1d20+18 blonde
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+18 blonde and gets 37." [1d20=19]
> roll 1d20+30 brunette
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+30 brunette and gets 33." [1d20=3]
> roll 1d20+21 fallen
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+21 fallen and gets 23." [1d20=2]
> roll 1d20+44 succubus
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+44 succubus and gets 64." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+19 balor
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+19 balor and gets 30." [1d20=11]
> roll 1d4 blind rounds for fallen
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d4 blind rounds for fallen and gets 4." [1d4=4]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Fallen(blind 4)=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)>Blonde(14)'
> The blast of holy power rocks the already cracking reality! For a moment the fever-dream state fades. For a moment you can see the fiends recoiling from holy powers! The eyes of the fallen angel burst into holy fire, causing her to weep tears of blood as she claws at her face! But it only lasts a moment as...OOC: Canderella and Balor are up.
> Canderella flies forward 35ft, just outside the reach of the balor. "Hi," she beckons, that single word unleashing a hellish blast of sonic energies! OOC: Saccing a 9th elvel charge for 9d4+possible stun sonic burst.
> roll 9d4
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 9d4 and gets 22." [9d4=3, 3, 1, 1, 3, 4, 3, 3, 1]
> roll 1d20+21 blonde vs DC 35
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+21 blonde vs DC 35 and gets 22." [1d20=1]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Fallen(blind 4)=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)>Blonde(14 stunned 1)'
> roll 1d20+28 brunette
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 brunette and gets 32." [1d20=4]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Fallen(blind 4)=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15 stunned 1)>Blonde(14 stunned 1)'
> roll 1d20+23 fallen
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+23 fallen and gets 28." [1d20=5]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Fallen(blind 4 stunned 1)=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15 stunned 1)>Blonde(14 stunned 1)'
> roll 1d20+43 succubus
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+43 succubus and gets 48." [1d20=5]
> roll 1d20+22
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+22 and gets 37." [1d20=15]
> The blast of sound leaves three of the women reeling! Only th esuccubus stays up - as well as the balor! It steps in and unleashes a storm of whipping fury at the nearby Canderella!
> roll 1d20+35
> roll 1d20+35
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+35 and gets 47." [1d20=12]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+35 and gets 50." [1d20=15]
> roll 1d20+30
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+30 and gets 32." [1d20=2]
> roll 1d20+25
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+25 and gets 41." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d20+20
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 and gets 27." [1d20=7]
> But Canderella dodges each and every one of the blows, when suddenly...
> roll 1d20+35
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+35 and gets 44." [1d20=9]
> A blast of pure force slams into Canderella, but she holds her position! OOC: Vivantha.
> Vivantha begins to sing! Her song is half-lost to Muirfinn. It sounds like a lullaby more than anything, bringing hazy memories of a mother's touch - a mother who Muirfinn doesn't even know. But the feeling of a mother tucking you into bed when you're ill is there. It's like a cool cloth on your head, banishing the pain! OOC: +5d6 sonic to attacks. She's staying back otherwise. Muirfinn, go.
> "Hah!" Canderella dodges, seemingly hazy despite being close. Her words grow solid amid Canderella's song, more real than the feverish unreality that presses against you. "Your realm's breaking apart and Athux is hiding behind you like a little bitch!" Spitting out blood before wiping her mouth clean, "How does it feel to serve a coward, oh mighty balor?"
* Muirfinn raises his hight hand, snapping his fingers with a sharp 'Click!' as time grinds to a screeching halt! OOC: Time Stop!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d4+1
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d4+1 and gets 4." [1d4=3]
* Muirfinn casts a series of spells in rapid succession! OOC: Owl's Insight, Sheltered Vitality, Halo of Sand (Wand), and finishing it up with a full-round Death Hail centered in the middle of the bad guys!
> OOC: Link me to death hail?
<Muirfinn> As time resumes, for Muirfinn, black hail falls from the ceiling, striking the group of opposing demonic entities! With that, he takes a fiery elemental form with a grim face!
> Time stops! Even as Muirfinn casts, he can notice that the pus continues to drip-drip-drip. Not even speed stops that. When time resumes...
> roll 1d20+21 blonde
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+21 blonde and gets 23." [1d20=2]
> OOC: Also note DC?
> roll 1d20+28 brunette
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 brunette and gets 46." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+23 fallen
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+23 fallen and gets 35." [1d20=12]
> roll 1d20+43 succubus
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+43 succubus and gets 54." [1d20=11]
> roll 1d20+22 balor
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+22 balor and gets 38." [1d20=16]
> OOC: Also pretty sure at least the blonde failed, so roll damage as you look up DC.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d2 Strength and Con damage to all within radius. It's set up to contain them all. DC 31 fort halves
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d2 Strength and Con damage to all within radius. It's set up to contain them all. DC 31 fort halves and gets 1." [1d2=1]
> The rain falls! It's a dreadful rain of black death, slamming the blonde hardest of all! It slams on the ground, causing it to crack open! More red cracks spread everywhere! It is as if the realm is weeping infected tears at the hail! Meanwhile the fallen can do naught but recover! OOC: Succubus is up.
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Fallen(blind 3)=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15 stunned 1)>Blonde(14 stunned 1)'
> The succubus leaps into the air, flying 30ft up. She beckons at Canderella, "Come here, cow!" she whispers, voice filled with...something. Your vision flickers a moment amid Canderella's song. A warrior in hand, holding sword to his chest. Staring up at her and trying to turn away, yet-guh! The vision breaks, as...
> roll 1d20+40
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+40 and gets 52." [1d20=12]
> But Canderella does not move. She tosses her hair with one hand as she dodges another whip-crack, "I've seen far better," she says, "Is this what skills pass for a whore of Athux? Muirfinn, ignore the succubus. She's barely worth notice or killing." OOC: Elemental's up. Go.
> "Ugh..." Kascha's voice is heard, "I'm burning up." She uses her blade to support herself as bands of magic flow around her. "Air's tainted. Realm's poisoning everything." She coughs, bloody phlegm splattering on the ground from it. "Have to keep focusing!"
* Muirfinn barks a command in Terran, and the elemental glides forward without hesitation into the melee, charging down the balor like an angry avalanche!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+42+2+2 charge + bull rush
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+42+2+2 charge + bull rush and gets 55." [1d20=9]
> OOC: That be a hit
> .
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+49+2+2 bull rush CMB
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+49+2+2 bull rush CMB and gets 54." [1d20=1]
<Muirfinn> roll 6d8+18 slam attack
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 6d8+18 slam attack and gets 48." [6d8=5, 2, 4, 8, 7, 4]
> OOC: Don't forget the 5d6 sonic.
<Muirfinn> roll 5d6 sonic I DID forget!
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 5d6 sonic I DID forget! and gets 14." [5d6=4, 1, 5, 1, 3]
> WHAM! The demon's head on! With Vivantha's song echoing in his ears, Muirfinn can see the elemental crash into the balor! The balor is sent sprawling back in a heap, hit hard enough to make a crater where it lands! Then...OOC: The last two are stunned this round. Kascha's up.
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>Fallen(blind 3)=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)>Blonde(14)'
> Coughing again and again - Kascha coughs so much. Her mouth trickles blood down her chin, which is red as raw meat. Nonetheless she chants, "Now! I am known to you and have entered into the covenant! Take the seven rays and split them open! Take the gate and tear it asunder! More! Open the gates for more!" Another blast of light from above comes, but this one is even more than before, absolutely radiant! OOC: Empowered Righteous Smite+last vest use to recoup.
> roll 1d20+42 SR auto pass
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+42 SR auto pass and gets 59." [1d20=17]
> roll 20d8*1.5
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 20d8*1.5 and gets 129." [20d8=6, 4, 3, 7, 5, 5, 1, 3, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 2, 4, 5, 5, 3, 8]
> OOC: DC is 27.
> roll 1d20+18 blonde
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+18 blonde and gets 27." [1d20=9]
> roll 1d20+30 brunette
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+30 brunette and gets 35." [1d20=5]
> roll 1d20+21 fallen
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+21 fallen and gets 29." [1d20=8]
> roll 1d20+44 succubus
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+44 succubus and gets 56." [1d20=12]
>  roll 1d20+19 balor
> roll 1d20+19 balor
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+19 balor and gets 39." [1d20=20]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)>Blonde(14)'
> The blast of power leaves the foes even more devasted, reeling back under the onslaught! It's too much for the fallen, who simply begins to crumble like sand! Yet as she does, she screams! She is pulled backwards, vanishing out of sight with a scream! OOC: Canderella+Balor are up.
> "A duel?" Snorting as the balor doesn't answer her, "Why not? I suppose I can entertain you before oblivion! Except...swords are boring, don't you think?" That last word is said with terrible emphasis as a massive burst of sound explodes out around her! OOC: Also gets the elemental since it's so close. TAkes the damage but is immune to stunning.
> roll 9d4
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 9d4 and gets 21." [9d4=2, 2, 1, 3, 3, 2, 4, 3, 1]
> OOC: DC 35.
> roll 1d20+21 blonde
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+21 blonde and gets 22." [1d20=1]
> roll 1d20+28
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 and gets 38." [1d20=10]
> roll 1d20+43 succubus
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+43 succubus and gets 60." [1d20=17]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+29 elemental
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+29 elemental and gets 46." [1d20=17]
> roll 1d20+22 balor
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+22 balor and gets 36." [1d20=14]
<Muirfinn> The elemental shrugs it off, losing minor flakes of stone and ignoring the damage.
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella=Balor(25)>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)>Blonde(14 stunned 1)'
> The blast of energy hits them again, driving them back further! Suddenly the balor leaps up, its whip becoming alive! IT becomes a writhing serpent, striking down at Canderella!
> roll 1d20+43 (+8 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+43 (+8 ???) and gets 51." [1d20=8]
> But Canderella dodges even that! She seems to be in two or three places at once, always dodging and always in the right spot to defend! Amid the fever-haze Muirfinn can hear the balor screaming in impotent fury! OOC: Vivantha's up.
> Vivantha continues to sing and otherwise holds! OOC: Muirfinn.
> OOC: Also, death hail.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d2 strength and con damage, DC 31 fort
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d2 strength and con damage, DC 31 fort and gets 2." [1d2=2]
> roll 1d20+21 blonde
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+29 elemental
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+29 elemental and gets 31." [1d20=2]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+21 blonde and gets 27." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+28 brunette
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 brunette and gets 46." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+43 succubus isn't fair
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+43 succubus isn't fair and gets 58." [1d20=15]
> roll 1d20+22 balor
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+22 balor and gets 30." [1d20=8]
> More rain falls, slamming the evil before you! It's causing them to shuddern and look more wracked, th erealm starting to shake all over like a fever chill! OOC: Go.
<Muirfinn> While the elemental and Canderella keep the group occupied, Muirfinn moves over to Kascha. Holding the Leaf of Yggdrasil in one hand, he places the other on her shoulder and intones a word of healing. OOC: Energized Heal! Blammo!
<Muirfinn> OOC: Also, out of shapeshift form since rules.
> Kascha's wounds heal! She straightens up, "Thank you," she manages, "But it won't last! The realm's in terrible flux! I think Athux is losing control and raw Abyssal energies are running amok. We just have to finish this and get out! I'll be fine long enough to finish this, so focus on that!" OOC: Okay.  Succubus.
> "You..." The succubus glares down in hate, before diving down not at Canderella - but towards Muirfinn! Somehow she's able to get past the elemental without even provoking an attack, dive-bombing for the tortle!
> roll 1d20+30 touch CA?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+30 touch CA? and gets 43." [1d20=13]
<Muirfinn> OOC: 36, oh that is some bullshit
> OOC: 6 negative levels. Are you warded?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Ability damage and drain, but not NLs. I guess that was a poor choice.
> OOC: Guessed wrong.
> The creature reaches out, hand going smoothly into Muirfinn's chest! It doesn't tear anything open, yet she comes out with a fistful of glowing white radiance! It suffuses her body, dancing around her! "Lay still now!" OOC: Le OW. Elemental.
* Steph (~Kallen@ppp59-167-140-198.static.internode.on.net) Quit (Quit: )
<Muirfinn> The elemental continues to follow its last command, pounding on the balor and reminding it helpfully that it is still there.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+42+2
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+42+2
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+42+2 and gets 57." [1d20=13]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+42+2 and gets 64." [1d20=20]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+42+2
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+42+2 and gets 64." [1d20=20]
<Muirfinn> OOC: oh
> OOC: It's gonna be paste. It be dead.
<Muirfinn> OOC: MY
<Muirfinn> OOC: UHGAWD
> OOC: Roll damage and make it official.
<Muirfinn> roll 6d8+18+2 normal slam
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 6d8+18+2 normal slam and gets 47." [6d8=3, 5, 3, 4, 5, 7]
<Muirfinn> roll 2#6d8+18+2 slam crit
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 2#6d8+18+2 slam crit and gets 92." [2#6d8+18+2 = 47, 45]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)>Blonde(14 stunned 1)'
> SLam and SLAM! Under that the balor is crushed into paste - before becoming a massive explosion of light! OOC: Ref, y'all. Including the baddies since it doesn't smart target.
> roll 1d20+20 blonde
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 blonde and gets 24." [1d20=4]
* Natsuki (Natsuki@ppp59-167-140-198.static.internode.on.net) has joined #dunes
> roll 1d20+27 brunette
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+27 brunette and gets 38." [1d20=11]
> roll 1d20+48 succubus
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+48 succubus and gets 50." [1d20=2]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>=Succubus(18)>Elemental(16)>Brunette(15)'
> roll 1d20+28 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 Kascha and gets 46." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+37 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+37 Vivantha and gets 44." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+38 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+38 Canderella and gets 56." [1d20=18]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+30-11 muirfinn BAWWWWWWW
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+30-11 muirfinn BAWWWWWWW and gets 30." [1d20=11]
> OOC: 50 damage each to the girls, Muirfinn none. Remember to note evasion.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+10 elemental
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+10 elemental and gets 19." [1d20=9]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Oh yeah
> OOC: 100 to the elemental.
> The blast isn't as bad as the last one. The party is scorched and dazed, but the blonde is simply gone in the wake of it! As you recover from this, fever-chills shaking you like a leaf, the brunette shimmers and dashes ahead, grinning as she charges the elemental! OOC: Provokes an AoO from Mr. Elemental.
<Muirfinn> OOC: alas, only one
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+42+2
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+42+2 and gets 47." [1d20=3]
> OOC: Whiff.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Ah well
> roll 1d20+54 (+4 reckless charge, +6 rage, +4 smite) AC for the elemental?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+54 (+4 reckless charge, +6 rage, +4 smite) AC for the elemental? and gets 68." [1d20=14]
> roll 1d20+54 (+4 reckless charge, +6 rage, +4 smite) AC for the elemental?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+54 (+4 reckless charge, +6 rage, +4 smite) AC for the elemental? and gets 62." [1d20=8]
<Muirfinn> OOC: AC is a muscular 25.
> roll 2d4+126+6d6 and 1 vile
> roll 2d4+126+6d6 and 1 vile
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d4+126+6d6 and 1 vile and gets 156." [2d4=3, 1][6d6=6, 6, 3, 4, 3, 4]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d4+126+6d6 and 1 vile and gets 151." [2d4=2, 4][6d6=3, 3, 3, 3, 2, 5]
<Muirfinn> OOC: That's that!
> With a raw fury the brunette leaps into the elemental! It plunges into its chest and digs with both hands! Hands become claws as it rips in, burrowing through its chest, down and out through where its groin should be! The entire elemental crumbles and fades away, sent back to whence it came! OOC: Now you see why it was a good thing she was stunned a round. Kascha.
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>=Succubus(18)>Brunette(15)'
> Through the fever-dream Kascha hangs back, calling on arcane forces! The words are lost to you this time as you shudder with chill, yet five darts of force fly and grow larger in the air, before slamming into the brunette!
> roll (5d4*1.5)+5
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls (5d4*1.5)+5 and gets 23." [5d4=1, 2, 2, 3, 4]
> A moment later Kascha quickly traces patterns in the air, flaming rays flying out at the brunette! Again her words are lost, Muirfinn nearly doubling over with chills!
> roll 1d20 all touch ACs and her touch AC isn't -that- high
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 all touch ACs and her touch AC isn't -that- high and gets 9." [1d20=9]
> roll 1d20 all touch ACs and her touch AC isn't -that- high
> roll 1d20 all touch ACs and her touch AC isn't -that- high
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 all touch ACs and her touch AC isn't -that- high and gets 6." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 all touch ACs and her touch AC isn't -that- high and gets 18." [1d20=18]
> roll 12d6*1.5
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 12d6*1.5 and gets 69." [12d6=5, 5, 4, 4, 3, 2, 1, 6, 3, 4, 3, 6]
* Kotono changes topic to 'Kascha(31)>Canderella>Vivantha(21)>Muirfinn(19)>=Succubus(18)'
> Three rays pierce the chest of the demoness, who shudders and falls back - and is suddenly sucked back and away, screaming as she vanishes!  OOC: Canderella's up.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Do I actually have a disease?
> OOC: K:P or Heal here, whichever is higher.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+22 K:P
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+22 K:P and gets 42." [1d20=20]
> This isn't a disease - it's just a reaction to pure Abyssal energies running unchecked. Your body is naturally recoiling from it and intepreting it along the lines of what the energy represents. Based on what you see, this is the energy of Greenrot's previous configuration bursting out. Athus is losing control. Unfortunately, there's really no cure expect getting the hell out of here or becoming a demon.
> Meanwhile Canderella takes to the air, charging the last surviving demon!
> roll 1d20+27 (+2 charge)
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+27 (+2 charge) and gets 43." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d10+5+5d6
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d10+5+5d6 and gets 29." [1d10=6][5d6=6, 1, 1, 6, 4]
> With a blade vibrating with sonic energy, she pierces the neck of the succubus! She screams as her body is pulled back! There is a moment of silence before you hear a man's roar of frusturation, as suddenly you are buffeted by a wave of tremendous force! But it peters out as you shiver so terribly - ahead. Ahead is a door. A door that's opening, like a sickbed dream that's just in reach.
> OOC: Free act.
> "C'mon now, don't give in," Canderella's voice sounds absolutely unhinged, giggles following, "Oh, don't want to spend too much time here or you'll start to like it!" She pulls out her wand and touches it to her arm as she walks towards the gate.
> roll 3d8+5 healing to her
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d8+5 healing to her and gets 23." [3d8=7, 3, 8]
* Muirfinn sighs, though not quite with relief. "Kascha, you said you had a Wish left? I could use it, if you're able. All this negative energy has me feeling incredibly weak."
> Vivantha flies, "It's like...dying..." Vivantha rubs her arms and looks pale as can be. Her voice sounds underwater, like she's choking on phlegm. But she doesn't cough, instead wheezing out words of power!
> roll 3d8+15
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d8+15 and gets 29." [3d8=7, 4, 3]
> "R-right," Kascha comes forward, reaching out to touch Muirfinn's shoulder! "Open the final gate of the Weave!" she croaks out, "Lady of Mysteries, you know me! By the name of Kascha restore Muirfinn!" Energy is restored to Murifinn's body! OOC: Negative levels gone.
* Muirfinn slaps himself across the face with a Death Ward. "We ready to end this?" he asks the group, heading forward and feeling MUCH better. Doggedly he slogs through the soupy reality that is Greenrot as it goes to war with itself. "I can still grant force-based armor and a Death Ward to one more person."
> Canderella shakes her head as she goes on. "Me," Kascha speaks up as she begins to go, "The Death Ward." She shakes her head tiredly, "Seira, give us strength for the battle ahead."
<Muirfinn> Thus Death Ward is granted! "We are on the side of righteousness. Our victory is all but assured. We only need to apply ourselves in the porper direction." Muirfinn says comfortingly.
> As you walk ahead, reality seems to give up again. You walk in void for a mere moment, stepping ahead. Now you are in a cozy room. 10ft ahead of you are two hulking, horned demonic figures clad in full plate armor. They each carry fullblades, hefting them at the ready! 20ft behind them, standing before a bed of pillows, is a humanoid figure. He has black skin and a cocky smirk, wearing fine chain armor. A blade is in hand. Around the room are transparent images, each one of hideous warfare. Yet his attention is dead ahead, smirk slowly fading into a look of anger. "Assassins making it this far? No. I refuse to believe it." His voice is coiled sensuality, like deep, smooth silk rubbing against your ears. "Before I kill you, answer me one thing - who sent you? Tell me," Flashing a smile, "And I'll let your souls go free after death."
> "Oh, you know," Canderella declares, tossing her hair back again, "Look at the power I wield. If that doesn't tell you, you're a fool as well as a poor host. No introduction? No grand welcoming? I would think the son of Graz'zt would treat ladies better than this."

[Anastasia]

<Muirfinn> "Enough posturing." Muirfinn says. "Let's just get this done. You canot hide behind your cannon fodder any longer, Athux."
> "Indeed. It is time." Vivantha speaks - but her voice is doubled. Another voice echos with hers as she draws the Sword of the Moon. From it pale moonlight comes forth! It banishes the fever-dream sensations, returning reality to a stark, bleeding-realistic edge. There is a series of hazy images in the air, just visible. You can glimpse your journey and the journey of others, going through the Astral, Dyrani, the Infinite Staircase and finally Greenrot. The others are radiant figures, joining into the moonlight. "In the name of chaos I spite you, demon, and cast you to the fate of law. In the name of all that is holy, I condemn you to oblivion."
> At this Athux hisses like a wounded animal, throwing his arms up over his face. He steps back and in a shaky voice, "The...the hell is this?! Ha...ha...hahahhahahaha! Whore of Talos and maiden of Selune!" Wincing in the light and nonetheless holding at the ready, "You're just as jealous as Father is! You're terrified of me!" He stands firm and snarls back, "Fine! I accept your spite and will choke you on it!" At his words, four ghostly maidens surround him. They whirl around him - the four you just fought. "This is my realm! No one can defeat me here! Not either of you, not the angel and not even the dog of water!" OOC: Init.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+12 muirfinn
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+12 muirfinn and gets 23." [1d20=11]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20-2 elemental
* Merc (~k@c-98-194-92-5.hsd1.tx.comcast.net) Quit (Quit: )
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20-2 elemental and gets 7." [1d20=9]
> OOC: Your elemental got toasted, remember?
> roll 1d20+6 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+6 Canderella and gets 7." [1d20=1]
> roll 1d20+14 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+14 Vivantha and gets 15." [1d20=1]
> roll 1d20+14 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+14 Kascha and gets 20." [1d20=6]
<Muirfinn> OOC: I do now!
> roll 1d20+6 Guard 1
> roll 1d20+6 Guard 2
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+6 Guard 1 and gets 23." [1d20=17]
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+6 Guard 2 and gets 19." [1d20=13]
> roll 1d20+23 Athux
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+23 Athux and gets 42." [1d20=19]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42)>Muirfinn=Guard 1(23)>Kascha(20)>Guard 2(19)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> Athux gathers in power! It makes the realm shake, more cracks appearing! Pus weeps out all over, ruining the beauty of the room. You can see hands reaching out from the bigger cracks, the distorted head of manes occasionally poking out. The four ghosts around him gather faster, surrounding Athux like armor! At the same time, a buffet of raw power slams into the party! OOC: Ref saves, y'all.
> roll 1d20+38 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+38 Canderella and gets 43." [1d20=5]
> roll 1d20+37 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+37 Vivantha and gets 43." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+28 Kascha
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+30
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+28 Kascha and gets 30." [1d20=2]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+30 and gets 38." [1d20=8]
> OOC: Evasion?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Evasion
> roll 10d12 halve this all
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 10d12 halve this all and gets 58." [10d12=9, 6, 4, 5, 3, 12, 11, 4, 1, 3]
> The blast of power is titanic! The realm itself shudders! Yet when it comes close, the moonlight shines brighter! In it you can see images of battle, of goddess facing against a raging balor! It seems to weaken the blast, far less of it hitting you than it should! Athux stares and snarls wordlessly, "Bastards!" OOC: Muirfinn.
<Muirfinn> "I'm a reptile, actually. Clearly not a dog." Muirfinn says, body ebbing and flowing into form of purest water. His head just barely sloshes against the ceiling as he surges forward to confront the rightmost of the two guards.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+2 plus more if there's still residual bardsong?
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+2 plus more if there's still residual bardsong? and gets 46." [1d20=7]
> OOC: It's gone for now, she'll set it back up on your turn.
> OOC: Hit, d100.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d100 and gets 49." [1d100=49]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Also, True Seeing still in effect if displacement
> OOC: Okay, you're off the hook then. Hit.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 2d6 vs evil, also 1 Con damage.
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 2d6 vs evil, also 1 Con damage. and gets 47." [4d10=9, 4, 4, 2][2d6=3, 6]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Counts as silver/good/magic
> Muirfinn comes in and slams down! But the figure shimmers like a heat haze, not that it fools Muirfinn! He htis it hard, the figure standing firm despite the abuse! It takes it and stays up, turning its wrath onto Muirfinn!
> roll 1d20+51 (+8 smite good, +3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+51 (+8 smite good, +3 ???) and gets 64." [1d20=13]
> roll 1d20+46 (+8 smite good, +3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+46 (+8 smite good, +3 ???) and gets 52." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+33 (+3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+33 (+3 ???) and gets 39." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+28 (+3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+28 (+3 ???) and gets 40." [1d20=12]
> OOC: AC Muirfinn?
<Muirfinn> OOC: 66
> But Muirfinn's defenses are enough to hold them at bay! The blades flash out as Kashca steps forward, "Seira, guide my magic," she whispers as moonlight illuminates her face. "Once again, open the seven gates and tear them asunder in my name!"
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 32." [1d100=32]
> But the magic doesn't come, Kascha stumbling forward! She manages to rasp out a single arcane syllable after!
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 77." [1d100=77]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42)>Muirfinn=Guard 1(23)>Kascha(20 8 images)>Guard 2(19)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> But a moment later, eight other Kascha images dance around her! Meanwhile the second guard continues to protect Athux! Then Vivantha begins to sing! Her song is uplifting and powerful, sending your weapons to vibrating with sonic power! Yet her song also sings of life, protecting the party! OOC: 5d6 sonic to attacks plus immunity to poison/disease. Go go go combine songs. Canderella.
> Canderella confidently strides forward despite her wounds. She approaches the second guard even as she drips blood from her wounds, staining the crumbling floor, "Well then, here I am, son of Graz'zt. Oh high and mighty demon lord, smite me down for my insolence!" Her face is a cruel smirk, "Pah! Don't worry, this time you won't have to hide in Daddy's pants when you fail." Almost as an afterthought she attacks the second guard, getting right in his face!
> roll 1d20+23 (-2 fighting defensively)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+23 (-2 fighting defensively) and gets 41." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 8." [1d100=8]
> Her blade lashes out, but hits the demon and at the same time misses, doing no harm! Athux snarls in cold fury, before he barks a word of power! You don't know what it is, but the meaning is clear, "BOW!" OOC: Will saves. Mind-affecting, note if you're immune.
> roll 1d20+40 Kascha
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+40 Kascha and gets 54." [1d20=14]
> OOC: Canderella, excuse me.
> roll 1d20+31 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+31 Vivantha and gets 50." [1d20=19]
> OOC: Kascha's warded.
* Muirfinn very overtly ignores Athux, making a waving motion at him as though he were nothing. OOC: Immune
> But Kascha ignores it, an interlocked band of arcane runes flaring to life around her head! Meanwhile Canderella just laughs, as Vivantha continues to sing, unbowed! "Fine! Fine!" Hissing against the light and images of holy triumph before him, "I'll do this the right way! I'll decorate Greenrot with your hearts!" He points his blade out at Canderella! OOC: Muirfinn.
> 'Muirfinn,' Canderella's voice is calm, 'I'll keep him tied up. Make sure Vivantha stays up. If she falls, all of this was meaningless. I have nothing to fear from his unholy smites, anyway.'
<Muirfinn> 'Of course.' Muirfinn's watery fists lash out like miniature tidal waves, pummeling the demonic guard with all the force of a perfect storm at sea!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 42." [1d20=5]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 44." [1d20=7]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32 and gets 46." [1d20=14]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27 and gets 42." [1d20=15]
> OOC: Hits.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 59." [4d10=5, 5, 6, 1][2d6=3, 4][5d6=1, 2, 3, 6, 4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 71." [4d10=9, 8, 6, 3][2d6=6, 6][5d6=1, 6, 2, 3, 2]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 61." [4d10=2, 8, 3, 3][2d6=5, 4][5d6=2, 6, 3, 3, 3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 58." [4d10=9, 5, 4, 2][2d6=5, 3][5d6=2, 1, 5, 2, 1]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Total of 5 Con damage so far
> The demon takes the assault with stolid vigor, silent as it concentrates! It takes terrible wounds but holds its position! It seems to ignore the crushed ribs and torn arms that it now sports! It simply rears back and makes one massive blow at Muirfinn!
> roll 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???) and gets 73." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???) crit?
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???) crit? and gets 72." [1d20=17]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Immune.
> OOC: Off the hook for the crit then.
> roll 2d8+79
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 2d8+79 and gets 88." [2d8=1, 8]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Ow, shit
> His blow rips through Muirfinn! Pure unholy power tears into him, devastating his aquatic form! He's still up, but his eyes sting and his body quakes in the aftermath of the attack! OOC: Kascha.
* Topic is 'Athux(42)>Muirfinn=Guard 1(23)>Kascha(20 8 images)>Guard 2(19)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
* Set by Koaway on Wed Jun 19 22:44:34
> Kascha flies to the side, going around Muirfinn and hugging the wall! She utters a single quick word...
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 60." [1d100=60]
> Suddenly she is far more radiant than before! She is breath-takingly beautiful as her words echo, "The fourth circle opens into the heavenly realm of truth! In the light of the Lady of the Lake, unseal the charnal fires!" OOC: Inner Beauty+free daily quicken for it. Athux is in range of the stun but he's immune.  +4 sacred dex/cha to Kascha. More depending if she makes her check for the twinned greater fireburst
> .
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 64." [1d100=64]
> Suddenly two great bursts of flame surround her, the edges licking at Athux!
> roll 1d20+55 yep, deities have absurdly good saves
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 yep, deities have absurdly good saves and gets 71." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d20+55 yep, deities have absurdly good saves
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 yep, deities have absurdly good saves and gets 62." [1d20=7]
> roll 15d8
> roll 15d8
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 15d8 and gets 64." [15d8=5, 3, 3, 3, 4, 2, 5, 1, 5, 8, 2, 8, 4, 4, 7]
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 15d8 and gets 65." [15d8=7, 7, 8, 1, 5, 8, 7, 3, 2, 3, 2, 2, 5, 3, 2]
<Muirfinn> "Well, Athux," Muirfinn says, the make-up of his watery body surging in to reinforce the damage done, leaving him somewaht diminished in mass, but not strength. "it's nice to know that not all of your minions are completely worthless. At least these will provide me a challenge before I come over there and smear your ugly face all over the floor!" Though unused to taunting, Muirfinn is
<Muirfinn> nonetheless poignant in his words.
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -blonde)>Muirfinn=Guard 1(23)>Kascha(20 8 images)>Guard 2(19)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> Athux opens to retort, but suddenly he suddenly turns to the flames! The beautiful blonde spirit around him flies into the flames, shielding him! She shrieks - a horrible sound of dissolution as her very soul is cast to the flames before you! Kascha stares on at the woman's screams as her essence is consumed! "You're next!" He snarls to Muirfinn! OOC: Okay, Guard 2 is up.
> Meanwhile, Canderella and the second guard fence back and forth!
> roll 1d20+43 (+3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+43 (+3 ???) and gets 61." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+38 (+3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+38 (+3 ???) and gets 45." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+33 (+3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+33 (+3 ???) and gets 44." [1d20=11]
> roll 1d20+28 (+3 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+28 (+3 ???) and gets 41." [1d20=13]
> But Canderella is a dynamo! She dodges, whirls and seems to be in four places at once! Each blow is avoided! OOC: Vivantha.
> As Vivantha maintains the songs, she comes forward to Canderella! She touches her shoulder, still singing of power and energy! OOC: Song of life refrain, heals her equal to her perofrm check as a swift action.
> roll 1d20+34 Healing to Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+34 Healing to Canderella and gets 35." [1d20=1]
> Then her song picks up, singing of the greatness of your battle! Muirfinn and Canderella feel their spirits soar! OOC: 5 rounds and counting on sonic boost. +4 to saves and AC, you two. Canderella's up.
> "Really?" Canderella continues to laugh, ignoring the guard as she lobs a blast of pure eldritch power at Athux!
> roll 1d20+24 touch AC
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+24 touch AC and gets 39." [1d20=15]
> Yet Athux dodges it cleanly, even as Canderella continues to absentlymindedly fence with the demon before her! Then Athux moves. He's fast - fast as Abigor, maybe faster! He's on Canderella in a split second, unholy blade going for her heart!
> roll 1d20+59
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+59 and gets 69." [1d20=10]
> roll 1d8+29 all vile
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d8+29 all vile and gets 37." [1d8=8]
> The blow is too fast to follow. It impales Canderella through the chest, only missing her heart by an inch! Before you can even blink she's been kicked back, landing on one knee! You can see her heart in the wound, crackling with stormy electricity! "That...it?" Yet Athux isn't looking at her now. He's staring at Vivantha, snarling as the two lock eyes! OOC: Muirfinn.
* Muirfinn punches the guard repeatedly in the face whils he says conversationally, "So Athux, is all this anger of yours due to the rumors that your mother was secretly the ugliest erinyes that your father could get his hands on? I mean, I'd believe the rumors. Are they true? I mean, you're uglier than a box of those naked mole rat things."
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 55." [1d20=18]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 48." [1d20=11]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32 and gets 42." [1d20=10]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27 and gets 33." [1d20=6]
> OOC: Three hits.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 73." [4d10=6, 9, 6, 8][2d6=4, 4][5d6=3, 4, 4, 2, 4]
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 51." [4d10=1, 9, 2, 2][2d6=1, 1][5d6=3, 4, 5, 1, 3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 61." [4d10=1, 3, 5, 2][2d6=5, 5][5d6=3, 2, 6, 4, 6]
> At the same time, the guard rears up and repeat shis last trick, looking to bisect Muirfinn!
> roll 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???) and gets 64." [1d20=9]
> OOC: AC?
<Muirfinn> OOC: 70
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -blonde)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images)>Guard 2(19)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
<Muirfinn> "Well look at that, he just dropped dead. Would you mind putting a veil or or something? It's killing your guards!"
> But Muirfinn is able to block it, bringing up an arm to deflect the blade away! At this the demon stumbles back and falls, breaking down into pus and opening up another crack beneath it! The realm shudders again, yet more tears appearing! Athux tears his attention from Vivantha to Muirfinn, "In due time," he suddenly smirks! "You can't hurt me, and your defenses are greatly overestimated. Just wait a moment while I finish her off."OOC: Kashca.
<Muirfinn> "We'll have all died of old age by that point."
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 43." [1d100=43]
> Kascha begins to chant, but falls to one knee! She coughs, her spell ruined! OOC: Guard 2.
> The second guard strides forward suddenly, going towards Muirfinn with one overwhelming strike!
> roll 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???) and gets 75." [1d20=20]
> roll 2d8+79 at least you're crit immune
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 2d8+79 at least you're crit immune and gets 87." [2d8=4, 4]
> Muirfinn gets run through! If not for his altered body, his heart would be pierced! Yet instead it's just a horrible wound, water spilling out from his aquatic form! OOC: Le owwies. Vivantha.
> Vivantha retreats back behind Muirfinn as she continues to sing, touching his shoulder! She brandishes the Sword of the Moon, Athux momentarily shielding his face again! OOC: 4 rounds on sonic boost left.
> roll 1d20+34 healing to Muirfinn don't miss this
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+34 healing to Muirfinn don't miss this and gets 47." [1d20=13]
> OOC: 47 hit points healed to Muirfinn.
> In a bare whisper, "Brave hero, she's offering herself up. She told me not to..." she breathes into his ear, all while hiding back! OOC: Canderella.
<Muirfinn> "I know." Muirfinn says, setting himself to keep the path to Vivantha blocked.
> Staggering and bleeding profusely, Canderella limps for Athux, "Heh..heh...should be used to this. Stick it in a girl and she's not satisified, eh?" Spitting up blood as she raises Storm up to strike, "C'mon, show us how much better you are bent over and taking instead, bitch!"
> roll 1d20 she only hits on a one, fighting defensively
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 she only hits on a one, fighting defensively and gets 13." [1d20=13]
> OOC: On a twenty, but.
> You can't even see Athux's blade flash out, yet it dances all over Canderlela!
> roll 1d20+59
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+59 and gets 67." [1d20=8]
> roll 1d20+54
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+54 and gets 62." [1d20=8]
> roll 1d20+49
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+49 and gets 61." [1d20=12]
> roll 1d20+44
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+44 and gets 45." [1d20=1]
> Yet somehow Canderella holds him off! She staggers back several times from impacts that don't even faze Athux! She's panting for air and her wrists are broken, bones sticking out in all directions, like they're pulverized! The skin around her arms and shoulders peels away, weeping black ichor! "Heh...c'mon, big boy. C'mon! I know women with bigger dicks than you!" She wobbles terribly, but somehow holds on! OOC: Fighting defensively+songbuff kept her from death. Barely. Muirfinn.
> "Silence, whore," Athux declares, "I'll correct your screaming soul in just a few moments. Hold on for me, baby!"
<Muirfinn> "You act," Muirfinn says, casually slapping the second guard around. "as though you don't know what's about to happen. Perhaps you are in denial. I understand that people cursed with looks as poor as your own would be well versed in the practice."
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 43." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 47." [1d20=10]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32 and gets 40." [1d20=8]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27 and gets 31." [1d20=4]
> OOC: Three hits.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 61." [4d10=1, 9, 6, 2][2d6=1, 2][5d6=4, 2, 5, 4, 6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 61." [4d10=5, 2, 3, 5][2d6=5, 1][5d6=1, 4, 6, 6, 4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 58." [4d10=2, 4, 6, 2][2d6=3, 3][5d6=6, 3, 3, 4, 3]
> The guard endures the plummeling, managing to stay up! It gets smashed and mained, but endures silently! "Perhaps I'll make you one of those. No vocal cords, nothing but blind obdience," Athux calls as Muirfinn strikes! OOC: Okay. Kascha's up.
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 100." [1d100=100]
<Muirfinn> "They called you ugly too? You know, if a lot of people say it, it's probably true."
> "Dragon Princess, I offer the third token!" Kascha kneels, her face twisting into that of a dragon! Acid burbles in her mouth! OOC: Dragon Breath.  OOC: Guard 2.
> The second guard again repeats, unable to do anything but attack Muirfinn with the power of evil!
> roll 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 (+8 smite good, +3 ???, +4 ???) and gets 64." [1d20=9]
> But Muirfinn manages to sidestep him this time, blade whizzing through the air in a slice that would cut him apart at the waist! OOC: Ow. Vivantha. 3 rounds on sonics.
> Vivantha continues to sing and heal Muirfinn! She manages to whisper, "Just wound him enough so I can hurt him with the Sword of the Moon," she whispers!
> roll 1d20+35 Murifinn healing
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+35 Murifinn healing and gets 55." [1d20=20]
> Muirfinn's wounds continue to mend, song healing better than a week of bedrest! OOC: Canderella.
> Canderella stays in position, putting it all into her defense as she holds firm! OOC: Total defense, +4 dodge to AC. AC 70.

[Anastasia]

> "C'mon...give it to me, baby," Canderella drawls, coughing and nearly doubling over! Then as a blur...
> roll 1d20+59
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+59 and gets 79." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+59 ow
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+59 ow and gets 64." [1d20=5]
> roll 1d20+54
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+54 and gets 57." [1d20=3]
> roll 1d20+49
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+49 and gets 56." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+44
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+44 and gets 55." [1d20=11]
> roll 1d8+29 all vile
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d8+29 all vile and gets 35." [1d8=6]
> The blow rips into Canderella! Her innards are torn open, ribs exposed! You can see her organs - as much masses of lightning and writhing, shapeless chaos as anything else. It's all breaking down, breaking down into black acid. It eats away the other intact parts of her. Her spine is crumbling. Her wings are drooping, starting to peel away from her back. She coughs, spitting out several teeth that dissolve into black acid. Yet you can't even -see- Athux strike! "Maybe I'll promote you after awhile, you're persistent." Athux says, turning his attention to Muirfinn,
> OOC: Gah.
> The blow rips into Canderella! Her innards are torn open, ribs exposed! You can see her organs - as much masses of lightning and writhing, shapeless chaos as anything else. It's all breaking down, breaking down into black acid. It eats away the other intact parts of her. Her spine is crumbling. Her wings are drooping, starting to peel away from her back. She coughs, spitting out several teeth that dissolve into black acid. Yet you can't even -see- Athux strike! "Maybe I'll promote you after awhile, you're persistent." Athux says, turning his attention to Muirfinn, "Enough, I grow weary of you." He raises his blade to Muirfinn and Canderella, "Time to finish this." OOC: Muirfinn.
<Muirfinn> "Oh no, I am afraid. Whaver shall I do." Muirfinn deadpans while his mind races. Keeping the banter up is more difficult than he remembers! He punches the guard in the chest a few times for good measure. "If you knew what was good for you, you'd slink off and wait for us to finish so you could pick up the pieces after we go."
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 43." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 46." [1d20=9]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32 and gets 38." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27 and gets 34." [1d20=7]
> OOC: Two hits.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 70." [4d10=8, 6, 9, 1][2d6=5, 1][5d6=5, 2, 3, 6, 5]
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 56." [4d10=5, 3, 6, 9][2d6=1, 2][5d6=1, 3, 1, 4, 2]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -blonde)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> Under that assault, the demon collapses! It falls into a crack! The floor is now nothing more than roiling boils, save for where Athux stands! The entire realm is constantly shaking now, the moonlight dancing wildly, "All of this!" Athux gestures with one hand, "It isn't enough! All this history, all this power, and you're still not strong enough!" he laughs, throwing his head back as he shakes with mirth. "They were right to be terrified and jealous of me! Come! Here I am! Find out how futile your entire gambit was! Talos! Selune! Seira! Mother Ocean! Watch as I show you what the price of opposing me is!" OOC: Kascha.
> Kascha rears back, spitting out a line of acid at Athux's face!
> roll 1d20+55 ref
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 ref and gets 69." [1d20=14]
> roll 1d4+1
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d4+1 and gets 2." [1d4=1]
> roll 10d6 acid damage
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 10d6 acid damage and gets 42." [10d6=4, 6, 3, 4, 3, 6, 2, 4, 5, 5]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -blonde)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 2 rpimds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -blonde)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 2 rounds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> Acid flies out, but the brunette concubine appears before it! The acid hits her, the very soul of the woman screaming as it dissolves in the mess! It fades and leaves Athux unwounded! OOC: Vivantha.
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -blonde brunette)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 2 rounds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> Muirfinn is healed again as Vivantha stays back, "Hurry!" she bids Muirfinn! OOC: 2 rounds o sonics.
> roll 1d20+34 Muirfinn healing
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+34 Muirfinn healing and gets 54." [1d20=20]
> Muirfinn heals, his wounds mending up once more! Canderella just wobbles, "Fuck...you..." she rasps, defending herself! OOC: Athux is up.
> Athux simply ignores Canderella, even her desperate strike as he turns his back on her and walks away!
> roll 1d20 needs a 20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 needs a 20 and gets 17." [1d20=17]
> He marches right to Muirfinn, gesturing to him as he walks in! OOC: He's flagrantly provoking the AoO. You can take it if you please.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 55." [4d10=3, 3, 10, 2][2d6=1, 4][5d6=2, 4, 1, 5, 1]
> OOC: Wroooooong roll.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Wait
<Muirfinn> OOC: That's wrong roll there
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 51." [1d20=14]
> But Athux sidesteps the blow, so fast that you only see the afterimage as he strikes at Muirfinn!
> roll 1d20+61 (+12 smite good, -10 PA)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+61 (+12 smite good, -10 PA) and gets 67." [1d20=6]
> OOC: AC?
<Muirfinn> OOC: 70
> Muirfinn -screams-! The dodging doesn't feel like a dodge. It feels like a dozen blades impaling him all over, worse pain than the guard's massive blows! Yet he dodges, even as he sees a dozen ways in which he failed! Somehow he moved fast enough, the phantom pains fading in the light of the moon! "All it takes is one blow," he whispers, voice silky and seductive as Muirfinn dodges. "And you're mine forever!" OOC: Muirfinn.
<Muirfinn> "Enough banter. Let's get down to the brass tacks, shall we?" Muirfinn says, raising both fists properly.
> "Here I am!" Athux laughs, spreading his arms!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 57." [1d20=20]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 40." [1d20=3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32 and gets 36." [1d20=4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27 and gets 44." [1d20=17]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37 and gets 51." [1d20=14]
> OOC: One normal hit.
<Muirfinn> OOC: This guy is horseshit
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 71." [4d10=2, 9, 10, 4][2d6=1, 5][5d6=4, 5, 2, 6, 4]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -blonde brunette fallen)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 2 rounds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> Muirfinn swings! His fist goes right for Athux's skull! Yet the image of the fallen angel appears, stopping the fist! Muirfinn can feel her very essence tearing apart as she howls in lamenting agony! Somehow, Athux grins even more, "Do you see? You're facing not just Athux anymore! I am every shred of fear, respect and homage given! Every being that's submitted to me is within me! I have risen above any level which you could reach!" OOC: Kascha.
<Muirfinn> "Then I'll just have to keep hitting you until I make you feel it." Muirfinn says grimly.
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 26." [1d100=26]
> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 75." [1d100=75]
> Kascha stumbles, another spell fizzling! But she rights herself, starting ot chant, "Weave...you know me...open...open the gate! Speed of the zephyr, bless us! Give us what we need!" Suddenly Muirfinn is much faster! OOC: Haste. +1 to a bunch of stuff, including full attack. Vivantha.
> Vivantha continues to sing and to heal Muirfinn, hanging back with the Sword of the Moon at the ready!
> roll 1d20+34 tortle healing!
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+34 tortle healing! and gets 53." [1d20=19]
> OOC: At least she's busting her hump keeping you up.
> Canderella stays, a thundercrash behind her even as she crumbles! Above her a moonbow forms, three motes of lightning coming! But they burst with sound, "Three...thunders!" Canderella wheezes, sending the bolts off!
> roll 1d20+24
> roll 1d20+24
> roll 1d20+24
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+24 and gets 30." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+24 and gets 37." [1d20=13]
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+24 and gets 41." [1d20=17]
> roll 10d6 at least he can't SR these half lightning/half sonic and more
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 10d6 at least he can't SR these half lightning/half sonic and more and gets 39." [10d6=5, 6, 3, 6, 6, 4, 2, 2, 4, 1]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -all 4 down)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 2 rounds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> The bolt flies - and the face of the succubus appears! It is torn apart by the blast, screaming as it fades away! Athux isn't even phased after she leaves, attention all on Muirfinn!  "You're mine!"
> roll 1d20+61 (+12 smite good, -10 PA)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+61 (+12 smite good, -10 PA) and gets 63." [1d20=2]
> roll 1d20+44 (-10 PA)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+44 (-10 PA) and gets 50." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+39 (-10 PA)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+39 (-10 PA) and gets 58." [1d20=19]
> roll 1d20+33 (-10 PA)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+33 (-10 PA) and gets 41." [1d20=8]
> OOC: +1 to that, doesn't matter.
> But somehow Muirfinn dodges! The moonlight comes stronger, seeming to momentarily shake Athux! Somehow the vile blade misses, Athux snarling! "You think you can last long? Fine," his smirk returns, "Two blows then!" OOC: Muirfinn.
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -all 4 down)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 2 rounds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7 dazed 1)'
* Muirfinn quirks his head. "Perhaps."
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27+1
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 48." [1d20=10]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 50." [1d20=12]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 46." [1d20=8]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32+1 and gets 35." [1d20=2]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27+1 and gets 35." [1d20=7]
> Yet each and every blow is dodged. Sidestep after sidestep happens, avoiding the blows! Athux chuckles, "Too slow!" he says, a blur of movement and dexterity! With haste you can see him move, but he's still damnably fast! He reminds you of Afina's speed! OOC: Kascha.
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -all 4 down)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7 dazed 1)'
> Kascha falls to a knee, yet fires a jet of acid at Athux!
> roll 1d20+55
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 and gets 56." [1d20=1]
> roll 10d6
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 10d6 and gets 25." [10d6=1, 3, 3, 2, 6, 1, 1, 6, 1, 1]
> The acid flies - and somehow catches Athux off guard! It lands on his arm, hissing and sizzling! It barely does any visible damage at all, but it's enough to get his attention! "Don't think I've forgottne about you, bitch!" OOC: Vivantha.
> roll 1d4+1
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d4+1 and gets 4." [1d4=3]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -all 4 down)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 4 rounds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7 dazed 1)'
> "His defenses!" Vivantha whispers, sidestepping! Her song ceases, and instead she SCREAMS loud enough to shred the cracks and pus as she sends all of that at Athux!
> roll 1d20+55 fort
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+55 fort and gets 75." [1d20=20]
> roll 10d6
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 10d6 and gets 31." [10d6=1, 4, 1, 5, 2, 2, 6, 1, 3, 6]
> OOC: last round of sonics, 5 rounds on the AC/Saves buff.
> The potent shout buffets Athux! He looks mildly perterbed by it, but not much more! Meanwhile Canderella recovers herself! OOC: Athux is up.
* Koaway changes topic to 'Athux(42 -all 4 down)>Muirfinn(23)>Kascha(20 8 images 4 rounds)>Vivantha(15)>Canderella(7)'
> Like a dance of seductive death, Athux strikes Muirfinn all over!
> roll 1d20+71 (+12 smite good)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+71 (+12 smite good) and gets 73." [1d20=2]
> roll 1d20+54
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+54 and gets 61." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+49
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+49 and gets 65." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d20+44
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+44 and gets 55." [1d20=11]
> OOC: AC?
<Muirfinn> OOC: 70 for 5 more rounds
> roll 1d8+29+66+4d6 all vile
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d8+29+66+4d6 all vile and gets 115." [1d8=6][4d6=2, 2, 5, 5]
> Agony. Agony unlike Muirfinn has ever known. The blow rips into his body, mind and spirit, sundering all three! He stumbles back in mind-breaking pain, only staying up by the dregs of his will and toughness! The wound is a deep slash across his chest, causing black necrosis to spread all through his body! OOC: Le ouch. Muirfinn, go.
<Muirfinn> OOC: That sonofabitch
> 'His sword! Dammit, do something about his sword!' Canderella sends, 'You can't outslug him if he's turning you into kebabs!'
* Muirfinn snarls, limbs seeming to flail in every direction, but all landing upon the sword!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt and gets 52." [1d20=17]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt and gets 42." [1d20=7]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt and gets 52." [1d20=17]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt and gets 39." [1d20=4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+34+1 sunder attempt and gets 47." [1d20=12]
> OOC: How much more on the sunders?
<Muirfinn> OOC: +3.
> OOC: Two hits on the sword then, strike the last bit.

[Anastasia]

<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 65." [4d10=5, 9, 3, 6][2d6=1, 4][5d6=5, 6, 2, 1, 4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6+5d6 holy+sonic damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 66." [4d10=1, 8, 10, 10][2d6=2, 3][5d6=5, 1, 1, 3, 3]
> Athux's blade vibrates and shakes with the blows! Cracks run up and down it, silver moonlight shining within! "Wh-" Athux begins, before the blade explodes from the vibrations! He's knocked back momentarily, staring in a moment of absolute shock! As Kascha fails in the meanwhile...OOC: Vivantha.
* Merc is now known as Merc-zzz
> Vivantha's eyes widen as she picks up her song of life and heroism again, targeting herself and Muirfinn! "Brave hero! Now!" she cries! OOC: +4 bonuses extended, sonic boosts are gone. Canderella.
> "See?" Canderella croaks, sniggering as she says something else - but her tongue falls out, the flesh of her face melting away like warm butter. You can see her jawbone moving and making gasping noises! Yet she rises on unsteady feet. She approaches, one middle finger extended as the other hand takes Storm and thrusts ti right at his skull!
> roll 1d20 needs a 20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 needs a 20 and gets 1." [1d20=1]
> But the blow isn't even noticed by Athux, who stares at the hand that held his blade. "I can hardly...that blade costs more than a mortal kingdom! You don't shatter a weapon like that! It doesn't happen! It doesn't fucking happen!" he snarls! His hand twists into claws, as he goes for Muirfinn's throat!
> roll 1d20+62 (+12 smite good not a happy camper now)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+62 (+12 smite good not a happy camper now) and gets 68." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+62 (+12 smite good not a happy camper now)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+62 (+12 smite good not a happy camper now) and gets 68." [1d20=6]
> Yet both claws miss! Muirfinn is able to dodge, body straining! He feels terrifically ill, the pus in the air heating things up! But yet everything stays clear in the moonlight! OOC: Muirfinn, go.
<Muirfinn> "And yet it did." Muirfinn says, trading blows with the upstart demon prince.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27+1
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 52." [1d20=14]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 41." [1d20=3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 40." [1d20=2]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32+1 and gets 49." [1d20=16]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27+1 and gets 29." [1d20=1]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Th...go fuck yourself Hatbot
> The two trade blows back and forth, but neither can manage to land a decisive hit! Kascha rises, wiping away blood from her mouth, "Seira," she breathes, going to flank Athux with Muirfinn!
> roll 1d20 needs a 20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 needs a 20 and gets 6." [1d20=6]
> Yet the battle degenerates into desperate blows and slashes! Blood flows freely ,both sides reaching the limit! As this whirls, Vivantha takes his last side, "Selune, guide me," she whispers, ending her song. "Guide us, Gods of Light! Guide us as we need it the most!" Then the Sword of the Moon strikes out at Athux!
> roll 1d20 also needs a 20, but he's surrounded now at least and swordless
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 also needs a 20, but he's surrounded now at least and swordless and gets 18." [1d20=18]
> The group exchange blows, pushing him back further! He's surrounded as Canderella laughs! It's a choking sound, her dress falling away as her skin peels away, "Until...the last bit of my spite, you bastard," she breathes, organs and bones on display as much as flesh, "For the glory of Talos!
> roll 5#1d20 20 fishing, also sonic boost is gone now
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 5#1d20 20 fishing, also sonic boost is gone now and gets 47." [5#1d20 = 20, 6, 4, 9, 8]
> roll 1d20 crit?
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 crit? and gets 7." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d10+5
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d10+5 and gets 13." [1d10=8]
> A blow hits Athux's back, perhaps making the slightest bruise there! Athux tries to draw in power - but only moonlight comes! "Dammit, this is my realm? Why won't you die?!" he snaps, "START DYING, DAMN YOU!" His voice becomes a wild shout, his eyes glazing with pure hate and a huge, demented grin!
> roll 1d20+62 (+12 smite good) Muirfinn
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+62 (+12 smite good) Muirfinn and gets 66." [1d20=4]
> roll 1d20+50 Canderella
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+50 Canderella and gets 51." [1d20=1]
> But his blows are again stopped! His flailing is powerful but contained, held in check for mere moments! OOC: Muirfinn.
<Muirfinn> "I will some day. Perhaps. But not today." Muirfinn is calm now, almost placid. The surface of his body moving in ripples as murky clouds of black corruption flow through him.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27+1
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 42." [1d20=4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 44." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 49." [1d20=11]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32+1 and gets 47." [1d20=14]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27+1  and gets 34." [1d20=6]
> OOC: Did you include +2 flanking? Alsod oesn't matter since Hateboto.
<Muirfinn> OOC: No
> Back and forth, back an dforth! The two fight like wild animals, but neither cna get a lead in! Kascha meanwhile grimly holds the line! OOC: +2 fighting defensively.
> roll 5#1d20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 5#1d20 and gets 45." [5#1d20 = 20, 2, 3, 13, 7]
> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 and gets 18." [1d20=18]
> roll 2d6+7
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 2d6+7 and gets 15." [2d6=4, 4]
> Another blow lashes Athux! Perhaps it does some passing harm, for the elements hiss on the blade as it scraps across his side! Meanwhile Vivantha screams with lyrical beauty, the Sword of the Moon again seeking him!
> roll 5#1d20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 5#1d20 and gets 68." [5#1d20 = 4, 19, 18, 12, 15]
> But she can't manage to land the blow at all! "Give up!" Vivantha demands! OOC: 3 rounds on AC/Saves buff, Muirfinn.
> Canderella says nothing else. She can't. All she can do is swing like a demended, dying puppet!
> roll 5#1d20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 5#1d20 and gets 35." [5#1d20 = 7, 8, 8, 6, 6]
> But her blows are completely in vain!
> Athux whirls on Canderella, "Just one of you DIE!" he demands, "JUST DIE!"
> roll 1d20+50
> roll 1d20+50
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+50 and gets 61." [1d20=11]
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+50 and gets 58." [1d20=8]
> But Canderella's defenses are superb even now! Athux's face twists with fury, "Why can't I kill you?! WHY?!" Tears of frusturating start to leak from his eyes! OOC: Muirfinn.
> After a moment Athux screams in pure, impotent rage, "I'LL SHOVE YOU DOWN TALOS'S THROAT, YOU STUPID WHORE!" At the same time, Canderella's skull twists into a grin.
* Muirfinn punches Athux in his now unprotected kidneys!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27+1
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 39." [1d20=1]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 41." [1d20=3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 45." [1d20=7]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32+1 and gets 39." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27+1 and gets 39." [1d20=11]
> OOC: Pure Hatebottin'.
> Back an dforth the dance goes, still unable to land a blow! Kascha merely grunts, swinging again and again!
> roll 5#1d20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 5#1d20 and gets 57." [5#1d20 = 19, 16, 4, 14, 4]
> But she can't land either! Vivantha holds up the Sword of the Moon, now radiant, "It's because you meddled in a game you weren't wanted in," she says, a hint of another voice with hers, "The future I see has no place for another demon. Begone!" Then the blade thrusts out, going for his chest!
> roll 5#1d20
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 5#1d20 and gets 71." [5#1d20 = 12, 6, 20, 18, 15]
> roll 1d20 crit?
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20 crit? and gets 5." [1d20=5]
> roll 1d8+11+10d6
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d8+11+10d6 and gets 48." [1d8=6][10d6=5, 1, 3, 4, 1, 3, 5, 2, 1, 6]
> The blow penetrates his chest! The blade sends shimmering moonlight all through his body, causing his skin to crack open! Blood is followed out by moonlight, his entire form ravaged! He goes from beautiful to sickly, to to potent to shuddering! "These people didn't give in," Vivantha intones, "They didn't succumb to the pain inside of them, whelp!" Meanwhile Canderella just chuckles, swinging again and again!
> roll 1d20+28 (+2 flank, +1 haste)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+28 (+2 flank, +1 haste) and gets 34." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+28 (+2 flank, +1 haste)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+28 (+2 flank, +1 haste) and gets 48." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+28 (+2 flank, +1 haste) crit?
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+28 (+2 flank, +1 haste) crit? and gets 34." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+23
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+23 and gets 39." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d20+18
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+18 and gets 25." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+13
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+13 and gets 26." [1d20=13]
> roll 1d10+5+2d10+10
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d10+5+2d10+10 and gets 28." [1d10=8][2d10=1, 4]
> Canderella's blows rip into his skin like it's, well, skin! Not hard, fiendish resistance or divine energy! More of it is torn away in the glowing moonlight that suffuses him! Now Athux whirls on Vivantha, his face stained with tears and a mask of boiling hatred and rage! He bellows wordlessly, claws going for her!
> roll 1d20+40 (-10 moonlight)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+40 (-10 moonlight) and gets 53." [1d20=13]
> roll 1d20+40 (-10 moonlight)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+40 (-10 moonlight) and gets 50." [1d20=10]
> roll 1d6+6
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d6+6 and gets 9." [1d6=3]
> The blow scraps across her throat, drawing a few lines of blood - a wound a hound or wolf may give, not a mighty deity! OOC: Muirfinn.
<Muirfinn> "I'm sorry, did we give you permission to touch the pretty girls? I don't recall that." Muirfinn hammers down on Athux's head, like a hammer on a nail!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+37+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+32+1
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+27+1
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 47." [1d20=9]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 41." [1d20=3]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+37+1 and gets 45." [1d20=7]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+32+1 and gets 48." [1d20=15]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+27+1 and gets 41." [1d20=13]
> OOC: All hit.
> OOC: Dont' bothe rwith the con damage, he's immune.
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 51." [4d10=9, 3, 2, 9][2d6=4, 5]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 41." [4d10=2, 8, 4, 1][2d6=3, 4]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 60." [4d10=9, 8, 9, 5][2d6=5, 5]
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 43." [4d10=4, 2, 6, 7][2d6=4, 1]
<Muirfinn> roll 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 4d10+5+14+2d6 holy damage, plus 1 Con damage each hit. Counts as magic/good/bludgeoning/silver and gets 50." [4d10=8, 5, 7, 5][2d6=3, 3]
<Muirfinn> OOC: It's just a c/p, ignore it :D
> Blow after blow plummets Athux! He stumbles back, pushing back Vivantha! But she manages to correct, letting him get plummeled again! One arm hangs broken, his face smashed up good! But he's still up as...OOC: Kascha will hold on Vivantha.
> "Farewell, demon!" Vivantha calls, striking out!
> roll 1d20+31 (+2 flank, +1 haste)
> roll 1d20+31 (+2 flank, +1 haste)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+31 (+2 flank, +1 haste) and gets 47." [1d20=16]
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+31 (+2 flank, +1 haste) and gets 50." [1d20=19]
> roll 1d20+31 (+2 flank, +1 haste) crit?
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+31 (+2 flank, +1 haste) crit? and gets 37." [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20+26
> roll 1d20+21
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+26 and gets 38." [1d20=12]
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+21 and gets 23." [1d20=2]
> roll 1d20+16
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+16 and gets 27." [1d20=11]
> roll 1d8+11+10d6+2d8+22+10d6+1d8+11+1d8+11+10d6+10d6
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d8+11+10d6+2d8+22+10d6+1d8+11+1d8+11+10d6+10d6 and gets 219." [1d8=8][10d6=3, 4, 4, 4, 2, 3, 6, 2, 6, 2][2d8=1, 3][10d6=6, 6, 4, 2, 6, 6, 4, 1, 2, 4][1d8=2][1d8=8][10d6=2, 4, 6, 1, 5, 6, 3, 2, 4, 1][10d6=2, 3, 3, 4, 1, 5, 1, 1, 5, 6]
> The Sword of the Moon plunges into Athux! Beams of moonlight and moonfire erupt all over him, a blast of concussive force pushing the party back! The blade sinks into him, vanishing within! Athux falls to the ground, convulsing! As he shakes the realm shakes with him, the same cracks on the realm now appearing on him! His words are hopelessly garbled as he shakes one last time, and in a burst of moonfire, his body dissipates! For a split second the realm is silent, before a massive earthquake tosses all of you down! The realm itself is shaking, splitting apart! Cracks spread all over like wildfire, spreading out and around! OOC: Free act. All that's left of him is his chain armor - no sign of the Sword of the Moon.
> "MUIRFINN! WE NEED TO ESCAPE!" Kascha screams, bouncing about. Canderella just shakes with laughter, entire body on the verge of total and literal collapse!
> Vivantha simply collapses, going limp.
* Muirfinn opens a Gate flush woth the floor and heaves Vivantha's form into his arms. Quickly he runs over and picks up Canderella as well. "INSIDE NOW!" OOC: Gate to Ysgard ho!
> OOC: For the resurrective property or for Aurora? It's on Air in case you forgot.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Option A
> In a tizzy Muirfinn manages to open the gate, plunging in! The gate itself seems to shudder terribly as you pass between realms! Muirfinn knows pain, shaking terribly as darkness and a thump overtakes him! OOC: You escaped! We'll begin when you awaken next time.

[Anastasia]

> Darkness. Muirfinn knows nothing but the embrace of oblivion. He has the faintest stirrings of pain, of voices far away. But they slip out of reach in moments, oblivion returning. Like this he drifts in a sea of unknowing. Very slowly a little more awareness returns to these odd not-awarenesses. Finally, the darkness breaks. Awareness returns to Muirfinn. Thirst. He's so thirsty. His mouth is painfully dry. His entire body throbs. The very thought of moving causes ripples of protest to issue from the animalistic part of his mind. But the awareness isn't going away this time, nor is the pain.
* Muirfinn opens one azure eye and peers around.
> A stab of pain follows this. It's so bright. His mind reels from it, a raspy groan escaping from his parched mouth. "Hold on," A woman's voice, familiar. Hanna? It sounds like Hanna's voice. "He's stirring again."
* Muirfinn carefully raises an index finger toward the sky and croaks a single word. "Water." Abruptly the air above him fills with 42 gallons of water, which all at once succumbs to gravity, falling on his face and chest with a titanic splash. OOC: Create water! Drinky time!
> OOC: Is that a spell or an SLA?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Spell!
> Muirfinn calls on the water - but his mind is empty. On checking them, he realizes his mind is completely empty of magic! "Here," Hanna's voice, a hand under his head. "Open your mouth. Be calm, you're going to be alright. I'll explain after you drink."
* Muirfinn complies!
> Cool water comes down his throat. It's a slow trickle, picking up as he swallows. "We had to purge out the corruption in your body. You lost most of your body mass; you're on the mend now. You've been out about a week." The water is wonderful - you feel a bit better after you finish it.
<Muirfinn> A week! Ludicrous! Muirfinn coughs. "Where am I?"
> "Aurora." Hanna answers, "Adrian, turn the lights away," she says, voice a little farther away. "Kascha's been awake for a few days now and Canderella's still asleep. Intentionally, she got the worst of it and...well, there's a complication that's slowing down her recovery. Nothing we can't overcome."
* Ko-CidisKointraining is now known as Kotono
<Muirfinn> "And Vivantha?" Muirfinn asks, blinking both eyes as he looks around. Pain is no stranger to him. He will soldier through.
> The pain is far less. You're in the medical wing. Hanna's sitting next to you - filling out some small chair meant for someone far smaller than a planetar - and using magic to fill the glass with more water. Adrian's stnading at the foot of your bed, arms crossed. "Glad to have you back," he says.
> "She's fine. She was shielded from the worst of the corruption or it was purged out of her. She's-" Hanna begins before half smiling, "Apparently she had contact with Selune during your battle with Athux. She's spent most of the week in a prophetic estascy. It's winding down last time I talked to Balyss."
* Muirfinn snorts, levering himself up into a full sitting position and shaking his head like a dog. "Hello Adrian. Good to see you as well."
> More water is offered as you manage to position. Your body still aches and feels weak. Hell, you feel exhausted and you just woke up. "Likewise. When Mistfall dragged you all back, I wasn't sure how'd you do. Turns out that Abyssal corruption is less tenacious than Abigor's. Hanna has the magical details if you want them."
> "It's not too complicated. In short, Athux wasn't as old or as spiritually potent as Abigor was. His corruption couldn't latch in as tenaciously and we knew what to expect this time." Hanna explains, "You're going to be on best rest for most of the next few days, in between treatments. Most of your body mass is back, but you've still lost some weight. You'll want to eat up and rest up."
<Muirfinn> "Well that's good to know, at least. He couldn't really swing a blade worth a damn either. We were mostly okay once I had his attention."
> "Kascha already gave a report on the battle," Adrian rolls his eyes, "I don't expect dry understatement from someone with water elemental blood."
> "
> "Balyss says to come by when all of you are up to it," Hanna adds, "Speaking of, the Abyssal energies are clinging ot Canderella much harder. Her body and spirit carried them for so long that they have an easier time of clinging back on. She's mostly recovered physically, but we're still proverbially wringing the corruption out."
* Muirfinn nods. "Take your time and do it carefully. We're no longer under a crunch for time."
> "Speaking of," Adrian goes on, "That armor you brought back's sealed off. Not only is it unholy armor, the corruption saturated it. Elder Magi Tepen and Vul'lath worked on it for awhile. The massive flux of energy from Athux dying put it over the edge. It's becoming an artifact of pure evil, death and seduction. We can seal it, but it's already impossible to simply destroy."
* Muirfinn frowns. "We will have to find a way."
> "21," Adrian says laconically. "That's our plan, but we're waiting to consult with all of you first."
> Hanna glance sbehind her at that and sighs, "Hold on. Ithea's pet has been clinging to me again." With a distinct note of exasperation she goes off, "Get off of that! How did you even get back in here?"
* Muirfinn nods at Adrian. "We're lucky we have that. It is very effective at what it is intended to do."
> As you can hear a crashing noise to the side, Adrian nods, "Damn right. You'll be getting well-wishers." Nodding once more, "Rest up."
* Muirfinn nods, ignoring Hanna for now. It's good to be back. He lies back and makes himself comfortable.
> OOC: Okay, what's your plans now as you recover? Anyone you want to talk to or get anything done while you're at home?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Loaf around until I'm good to get out of bed, go see the girls, and meander until we're ready for phase 2.
> Within a day Muirfinn feels like getting up. Just as well, because Kascha awaits. She looks a bit tired but otherwise normal. "Are you feeling better?"
<Muirfinn> "I'm not one to rest on my laurels. I've been ready to move since I woke up. Lying around makes me feel restless. I am feeling better though, yes."
> Kascha laughs, a hand going to her mouth. "Good to hear it. Going to visit Vivantha or Canderella?"
<Muirfinn> "I think I'll start with Vivantha." Muirfinn says, heaving himself out of the bed with more energy and acrobaticism than he ought to have. "Then move on to Canderella. You did well back there."
> "Thank you," This draws a deep sigh, "I thought we were dead and damned. I saw in his eyes that he was right, when he was going on about how we got so far and didn't have the power to finish it. " Heading towards the portalss in the meantime, "I'm still not sure how we managed it. I fear if we'd fought that battle ten times we'd have lost it nine. Without a doubt the Gods watched over our battle."
<Muirfinn> "I'm glad I could help. One less son of the Abyss." Muirfinn says, keeping pace beside her.
> A trip to Cressea's eatery follows. Here you find Vivantha sharing a cake with Simmer. You can overhear them as you approach, "...Third cycle of the moon will lead to the orange path." Vivantha says.
<Muirfinn> "Hello." Muirfinn greets, nodding at the two ladies. "Some sort of prophecy?"
> "Yeah, Balyss is right," Simmer says, eating a bit of cake with her fingers. It sizzles and chars in that grasp before she pops it into her mouth.
> "Oh, Muirfinn!" Vivantha smiles widely, rising. She comes over and embraces him, "I'm sorry I wasn't there! I've not been myself."
> Kascha smiles and sits down, getting herself some cake. She hides a smile by taking a bite of food, shooting Simmer a look. The pyrodryad returns it with a slight smile of her own, going for more cake instead of commenting.
* Muirfinn returns the embrace with only faint awkwardness. He's getting better at this! "Quite alright. I'm hardier than what little he was able to do to me, anyway. So tell me, what have you learned from your experience?"
> "Oh! It's so strange. The battle against Athux is branded into my mind. If I close my eyes, I can see it all as if I was there again." She sighs slightly before slipping away, returning to sit. "My understanding is that it's a side effect of Selune's influence on me during the battle. According to Balyss, I'll always be able to recall it like that."
* Muirfinn nods. "An unfortunate side effect. I'd not want to remember that place if I could."
> "It's not so bad. I remember Selune's presence with me. It's comforting. After, I was waken by seer's vision. I saw strange things and ranted for days." She reddens slightly, "That's another effect of the level of contact. Oddly, Balyss says most of them won't have anything to do with Aurora. This sort of prophecy tends to be aimd at later generations to find." With a bemused look, "She's telling me about how scholars will look to the Vivanthan Oracles for guidance."
> "Oh yes," Kascha begins, taking a bite of the cake. She promptly gags, turning bright red as she doubles over hacking!
* Muirfinn chuckles for a moment, then eyes Kascha. "I thought you liked cake."
> "Oh by the way. It's a pepper cake. It's a recipe from Fire," Simmer says with a serene smile, taking a little more.
> Kascha coughs and pounds on her chest, "It's like eating dragonfire!"
> "That's because they only grow in lava flows heated by dragonfire," Simmer says, the underlying 'duh' in her tone clear.
> "I like cake that isn't burning hot," Kascha appends, "Please warn me next time!" she adds, clearing her throat.
> Vivantha clears her throat, "Brave hero," Interjecting, "Have you seen Canderella yet?"
* Muirfinn raises an eyebrow at the byplay, then turns to Vivantha. "Not yet."
> "You should," Vivantha says, the mood around the table quieting.
> "She wasn't in a good place when she was brought back here," Simmer adds.
<Muirfinn> "I had planned to. I just figured I would next. Care to join me?"
> "Yes." Vivantha rises, smiling. She offers her hand out, tentatively.
* Muirfinn takes her hand, nodding to the other two. "We'll see you two around."
> The two ladies are smiling as they wave you off. Like this you head to see Canderella. She's in a tucked away corner of the medical wing, surrounded by curtains. Hanna's there, going to move the curtains without comment. On a bed Canderella sits. She is nude and uncovered. Her body is covered with various sigils. Before your eyes they move and change, constantly in flux across her. Around the bed are seven glass jars, wide and tall as a human. They are mostly full of black fluid. They each connect via silk string to a point on her body - one one her forehead, two on her chest, one on her midsection, two on her knees and two on her feet. Physically she looks untouched, a pristinely beautiful woman made somehow radiant with the symbols on her body. Yet she is asleep, little droplets of darkness going up the silken strings and into the glass jars.
> Sitting on a chair nearby is Ebony. Her hood is back, her gaze steady as she looks to Muirfinn. "You're up." she states. "How are you?"
<Muirfinn> "I've been worse." Muirfinn nods at Canderella. "And certainly not as poorly off as she is."
> "Her physical injuries have passed," Ebony says softly, turning her gaze back to the succubus. "She was nothing more than bone, organs and will when she returned to us. Nonetheless, she's healed. It's the evil of the Abyss that is still being treated. I'm hopeful she'll awaken today."
* Muirfinn nods, looking over at the jars. "She took quite a bit of heat off of us. It kept Vivantha, Kascha and I alive long enough so that we could surround him. A remarkably selfless thing to do for a succubus."
> "I'd like to know why she did that," Ebony confesses, "It's...not in her character to do that." She hesitates just a moment, reaching out to brush back a bit of errant hair from her face.
<Muirfinn> "Chaos can swing both ways, I suppose. I somehow doubt she'd just come out and tell us. Perhaps I'm wrong though." Muirfinn smiles thinly.
> "Mmmm. Perhaps I'll coax an answer out of her," Ebony murmurs.

[Anastasia]

> "Is there anything we can do?" Vivantha asks, "Barring allowing events to transpire?"
<Muirfinn> "It would be difficult to say. The corruption is chaotic, as is her nature. If she were an erinyes, it would be a simpler matter."
> That causes Ebony to chuckle, but she doesn't elaborate on it. Instead, "All we can do is wait. Patience is a virtue. If you'd like to wait, there's some chairs on the other side of the far curtain."
* Muirfinn glances momentarily at Vivantha. "I see no harm in spending some time here. It's the least we could do."
> This draws a mere nod, Vivantha going and coming back with chairs. They aren't the softest ones ever made nor the nicest, but they do the job. As the trio settles in, "It's a miracle she made it back," Ebony says softly, "Thank you for bringing her back alive."
<Muirfinn> "I thought she might not survive the trip. That's why I opened the portal to Ysgard and not Air."
> "You were correct," Ebony says, "Mistfall - the Shard of Selune that ensured your safe return - expended most of his healing magic keeping her alive. Not healing, but merely alive and stable."
> "I'm amazed she didn't die," Vivantha adds, "She went well beyond what a mortal creature could dream to endure. I attribute that mad endurance to that of a balor, not a succubus."
<Muirfinn> "Hmm." Muirfinn taps his beak thoughtfully. "Would it not have been more merciful to end her suffering then and let the magic of Ysgard bring her back in the morning, hale and whole?"
> "He was worried about the corruption. Besides, Selune had given him his instructions." Ebony says, "So that was that."
* Muirfinn nods. "So it is."
> From here time slips by. Several hours of light conversation. In time Vivantha drifts asleep, head resting against Muirfinn's shoulder. She lies there, her weight not even felt. He can feel the warmth of her cheek, yet she seems absolutely weightless.
* Muirfinn glances at her again, briefly, not shifting in the slightest. "How are you fitting in here now, Ebony?"
> Ebony's voice is barely a whisper as she replies, "Well. I've made friends here and there. Canderella is the most obvious," A glance at the slumbering succubus as darkness continues to be leeched from her body, "I've spent time with all the generals as well as Balyss. I alread knew Kascha before joining. Passing the time at Creasea's is good when I have no other duties." A soft chuckle follows, "In my last mortal days before joining Aurora, I simply spent the time learning how to cook. It may be trite to say, but I truly never imagined how satisfying simple things could be. In my youth, I would have scorned a baker or considered them as nothing more than a witless pawn."
> Up and down, up and down. Vivantha's breathing is slow as she rests.
* Muirfinn is motionless except for his head, his reptilian physiology allowing him to remain completely still as he nods. His voice is low but not rumbly, "The crafting of food is a fine tradition and an honorable skill. Not everyone can feed a family well. That Creasea does so with such artful precision speaks highly of his skill."
> "He's exceptiona," Ebony begins, 'Nothing is the same.' Canderella's voice, 'You can not tell the difference between what I see and what you see. Or was it all just a lie from the beginning? Let it all disappear with the dawn!'
* Muirfinn blinks.
> "Canderella?" Ebony rises out of her chair, speaking louder.
* Muirfinn gently jostles Vivantha.
> 'Let's go out and continue my dreams,' Canderella's voice continues, picking up its pace. Her words become frantic, tumbling one after another. 'The whole world pulses in delusion. The burning won't stop. Everything's breaking apart into sixty-six pieces of the broken pieces from that day before. The only answer is that there isn't an answer. There was only the egg, but the egg is wrong. The egg is in chains. The chains will fall into sixty six pieces but they won't collapse.'
> "Brave hero?" Vivantha's voice is groggy, blinking, "Canderella?" she speaks aloud, quickly wiping away the sleep from her eyes.
> 'I'm hungry but I won't eat because I've seen worse. Do you understand?' Giggles, like a child laughing at finger puppets, 'There's so much more and there's never a reason why. There can't be a reason why, and that's the reason. Meaning destroys the meaningless.'
* Muirfinn shakes his head, standing once Vivantha straightens. "Chaos and more chaos. She's not yet well."
> "Be ready, just in case," Ebony says, wings spreading out as motes of shining light surround her.
> 'Creak, creak, my entire mind is screaming. I shouldn't be here. I don't want to die. I shouldn't be here. Let it all fade away in a meaningless dream!' Suddenly Canderella arches her back up, screaming at the top of her lungs! Her eyes fly open, her body thrashing terribly! The lines connecting to her body explode into ruin and lightning, a gush of lightning erupting from Canderella's mouth as she screams.
* Muirfinn wind elementals, moving forward to hold her down!
> OOC: Does that grant resistance/immunity to elec?
<Muirfinn> OOC: YUP
> Just in time does Muirfinn get there, as everything explodes into a titanic windstorm! His airy form allows him to stay in place as it sends everyone and everything flying! Massive bursts of lightning explode out moments later, arching through where people were and now aren't. But this doesn't bother Muirfinn as well! Canderella screams and thrashes, the storm moving with her!
* Muirfinn holds on, pressing her down against the rapidly charring bed! "Ebony! Do something!"
> Ebony is currently lying in a heap on the far side of the room! But before anything else happens, the storm ceases. Canderella goes quiet, panting on the bed. Amid her panting, "Muirfinn?"
* Muirfinn blinksblinks at her, azure orbs flickering as they float in a mass of thick, swirling air. "...hello."
> Canderella flops back, "I'm exhausted," she says, eyes drifting shut. "...feel like I had a nightmare."
<Muirfinn> "Well you did your best to zap the inside of this room with it." Muirfinn says, shifting back into his natural form. "Gave us quite a scare."
> No answer - Canderella slips right back into slumber. A moment later Elena is at your side, "Is everything alright in here?!" she blurts, giving Muirfinn a quick once over before dashing to the others.
<Muirfinn> "Well, Canderella...exploded." Muirfinn says, eyeing her before heading over to check on the girls.
> Vivantha's up, helping Ebony rise. Everything's a mess, save for the glass tubes. They are unbroken despite the impact, the corruption within safe.
> "Is she alright," Ebony dusts herself off, "Is she awake, for that matter?"
<Muirfinn> "Well, no. She was for a moment, but that has passed. She appeared to become coherent, though."
> "That's a good sign," Ebony says, "Elena, could you watch over her for now? WE shouldn't stay in case that happens again."
> "Right," Elena says, going on over.
* Muirfinn nods. "Let us know how things go, please."
> From there you head out through the portals. Waiting in the entry hall is Balyss. She's dressed in her normal armor, half drowsing as she leans against the wall. In one motion she gets up once you appear, "Muirfinn," she says, "There you are."
<Muirfinn> "Looking for me?"
> "Yeah," she says, "C'mon with me."
* Muirfinn shrugs a bit to himself and follows after her.
> You're lead into the memorial. It's quite peaceful here, save for Misalea meditating before Elrisa's marker. Going to the opposite side of the room, "I got a gift for you today," she says, taking out a rolled up set of scrolls.
<Muirfinn> "A gift? Truly? No one ever gives me gifts anymore." Muirfinn chuckles.
> "It's a scroll of greater planeshift and a map to what you're looking for. IT also came with a divine warning," Balyss says, "A sundered creature also seeks the treasure. Be wary."
* Muirfinn sighs. "It's never easy. Not once can we just show up and take what we seek unhindered. It's like...like some malicious presence is constantly setting obstacles in our path."
> "It never is." Balyss says with a wistful smile, "But that's part of the adventure. Anyway, when you've rested up enough to go, form a group and go."
* Muirfinn nods.
<Muirfinn> "You have my thanks,."
> "Who you take is up to you," Balyss says, "If you want my help, you can have it. Think about it - I'm certain you don't have to rush. Call it a whisper from above."
<Muirfinn> "I will. I had planned on giving it some thought while everyone recovered."
> "Good luck," Balyss says, "Oh, and by the way," she starts to go and stops, "The Sword of the Moon will return, but not right away. It's out of our hands right now, but I'm assured it survived."
<Muirfinn> "I had hoped it wasn't left behind in the Abyss."
> "My understanding is that it was taken into Athux in his death throes," Balyss says, "But Selune says it will return, so it will return."
<Muirfinn> "I wasn't really paying attention at the time. Reality was in the process of melting and the layer was reverting to its previous form in a most pleasant fashion. Quite distracting."
> "Selune was watching," Balyss says, as if that explains it all. "Good luck. If you choose me, let me know." OOC: Okay, do you have any inklings on a party?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Nope!
<Muirfinn> OOC: I'd given it 0 thoughts.
> OOC: Okay. Tell you what. Think that over a bit, figure out what you want and how you want to approach what's ahead. We'll begin with assembling your party next time, say?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Ok!
> OOC: Just let me know ahead of time if you choose someone still not levelled.
<Muirfinn> Can do!

[Anastasia]

> OOC: Okay, who are you going to go grab first?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Well, I see Muirfinn spending more and more time with Vivantha, so it's no surprise that she'd be first.
> Vivantha's not hard to track down. She's perched on the roof of Aurora, watching the armies do practice battles and formation. Adrian and Ithea lead one side while Afina and Jeala another. On a glance it's a stalemate right now, though it looks like a defensive exercise anyway. "Brave hero," Vivantha greets warmly, "Are you feeling to your full strength again?" From below the clunk of wood on wood mixes with grunts and the occasional otherworldly sound of magic being invoked.
<Muirfinn> "Hello, Vivantha." Muirfinn sats, joining her. "I'm feeling better, yes. I'm feeling the urge to move on to the next stage in our quest, and thought that you might like to join me."
> "I would be honored," she says, turning to him with a smile. "If all truth is to be told, I feel that I'm suited for this. The horrors we faced are tempered by the touch of the divine."
<Muirfinn> "Yes, you were quite the little swordswoman there at the end, too." Muirfinn cracks a smile at her. "Hopefully the rest of this will be filled with fewer chaotic horrors."
> "The wisdom of the lillends will guide us," Offering her hand to him, "Who will accompany us?"
<Muirfinn> "Well, obviously not Canderella. She's still convalescing in the infirmary. While I have no problem bringing Kascha again, something tells me to take a different route. I've chosen to bring Hanna as our muscle. She needs to get out more and I think if I don't take her, she may drive Jaela mad. As for our magical firepower, well, I thought we'd bring Ellese. I think she's had plenty of time with
<Muirfinn> Tepen and I think she's earned her chance. I'd also like to see what she can do in a real combat situation. If we're to depend on her in the future, we need to see how she can handle working in a team."
<Muirfinn> OOC: My masterpiece is now complete. Carry on.
> "I worry about Ellese," Vivantha admits, "But she does deserve a chance. Shall we go find them?"
<Muirfinn> "As do I. She needs more socialization, and I think that an excursion would do her some good." Muirfinn says, nodding and offering his arm.
> His arm is taken as...OOC: Which one next?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Hanna!
> A quick search doesn't find Hanna, so this brings Elena out. She's garbed in full armor and helmet when she appears before you. "Hanna? She's tucked away in a corner of the library. She's been reading old books of prophecy all day."
<Muirfinn> "Hmm, that's odd. Well, thank you Elena. We'll go there presently." Muirfinn exits portal, stage right.
> A quick trip to the library finds it quiet. Dana's asleep on a chair with a book open in her lap. Elder Magi Tepen, Vul'lath and Sylvie are at a table, arguing about something in a language Muirfinn doesn't immediately know. Hanna's curled up in a far corner, a soft chair curled up into. She's reading, her wings wrapped around her like a blanket. She doesn't even glance up as you approach.
* Muirfinn stands next to her, clearing his throat in a weird, somewhat unpleasant reptilian way.
> This causes Hanna to mark her page with a book mark and close the book. She puts it aside before replying, "Yes, Muirfinn?"
<Muirfinn> "How are things?"
> Hanna waves a hand lightly, "Well enough now that all of you are over the worst of it," she remarks, "Most of the healing staff put their lives on hold for the week you were out."
<Muirfinn> "We appreciate it. It was quite the battle, with Canderella taking the majority of the worst Athux could deal out. Thankfully I was able to draw his attention away from her when I did."
> "I thank you again," Vivantha says, her voice a lyrical chorus of appreciation. It echos in the library like a heavenly call, making it all a little brighter.
> "You're welcome," she replies, "I'm not complaining, your timing was just less than fortunate for me."
<Muirfinn> "What are you up to? Researching prophecies? Elena mentioned as much. Did our arrival interrupt your studies?"
> "I'm about done for now. I need to refocus anyway," Standing and stretching, a kink-pop filled rain of sound follows. She stretches her wings out before they take their customary position tucked behind her. "So what do you need?"
<Muirfinn> "Well, I was just thinking that you'd like to join us on an excursion to the deepest parts of Ysgard, in search of a treasure for Baleruk." OOC: I think I'm remembering that right?
> OOC: More or less.
> "That dragon's sending you off again?" Hanna shakes her head, "Is this connected to that trip after Mazpluan?"
<Muirfinn> "Indeed. Want to come along? It could be fun! Probably more fun than going to the Abyss."
> "Getting out of here would do me some good," Hanna admits, "When do we leave?"
<Muirfinn> "As soon as we collect the fourth member of our crew, unless either of you have preparations to make?"
> "I need to fetch my bag of holding and talk to Jaela before I go," Hanna shakes her head, "But neither should take too long."
<Muirfinn> "Excellent. Meet us at the gates in an hour or so then?"
> "I will." Hanna then goes off, Elena appearing right behind you. "Ellese is in her room," she adds helpfully.
<Muirfinn> "Thanks, Elena." Chuckling to himself. "We'll go there now."
> Ellese opens her door without incident, dressed simply. Her room is bright - full of warm colors and paintings of the natural world. Of Lifasa as it should still be. She stands aside and lets you in without incident.
<Muirfinn> "Hello, Ellese." Muirfinn says, stepping in.
> "
> "Hello," she greets blandly back, licking her lips after. "How are you today?"
<Muirfinn> "Quite well, actually. Yourself?"
> "I'm having a good day," she goes to sit on her bed. "Some days are better than others. I'm not remembering as much today. It isn't so bad."
> Vivantha hangs back, a gentle smile on her face all the while.
* Muirfinn nods. "That's very good to hear. I'm glad that you're doing well today. I'd like to ask you if you would like to come with us to Ysgard. We have a bit of a task in front of us and I thoguht you might like to get out of the castle a bit."
> In one instant Ellese tenses up. She closes her eyes and breathes out slowly. Again and a third time, her tension receding back. "So it's time?" she asks, "I don't know if I'm ready..." That degenerates into a pained laugh, "I don't know if I'll ever be ready. But I have to try."
<Muirfinn> "It's a request. Hardly an order. I'm not in any kind of position to make those of you. If you are not ready, then it is as you say. I'll not force you to do something you do not wish to do. If you do choose to join us, know that we're seeking a treasure for Baleruk. All that glitters tends to attract admirers, so we will likely have to bargain or fight our way to it."
> This draws another few breaths. "I want to go. I need to know." she says, "I need to know if there's hope for me. The nightmare magic's screaming to be used." Her voice trails away again into softness, only semi audible. "I can see what my polluted magic wants me to do. I have to know if I control my magic or if my magic controls me."
* Muirfinn nods. "How soon can you be ready?"
> She goes to her closet and comes back out wearing a simple belt in addition to her normal clothes. "Now," she says succinctly.
Session Time: Fri Jul 05 00:00:00 2013
* Muirfinn nods. "We're to meet Hanna at the gates in an hour or so. Please, join us."
> With that, all are gathered! Soon the group meets before the gates. The practice war is still going on, the din of it loud as everyone gets together. The expanse of Air is before you, as Hanna cracks her knuckles. "So where in Ysgard are we going, exactly?"
> Ellese hangs back a moment, keeping to herself.
* Muirfinn consults the map!
> The map opens! It is a beautifully painted thing, literally alive with color. You see it starts in a simple chamber marked START HERE. From there the path follows long an dwinding passages decorated with steaming pools, quartz-lined walls and other such things. It goes on quite a ways, eventually coming to a long downward passage, a forest (odd since it's underground) and finally a vast set of chambers.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Does it provide an actual location? Or am I looking for a physical START HERE sign?
> OOC: It doesn't provide a location - yet as you look at it, you feel a strange confidence that you can make it to it. A certainty that has no business being there.
* Muirfinn looks up from the map to Hanna, one scaly eyebrow raised in bemusement. "Believe me when I tell you that I do not know. We're just going to go there."
> Hanna shrugs. "It's the work of a Goddess. I have full confidence it'll succeed."
> "We fulfilled our end of the bargain," Vivantha adds, "It should work."
* Muirfinn sighs very quietly. Gods and their silliness. "Right. Are we prepared?"
> This draws a chorus of, "Yes," from the ladies.
<Muirfinn> "Alright, let's be off." Muirfinn strolls through the gates!
> Thus you are out in Air! OOC: I should also remind you that it came with a scroll of greater planeshift.
* Muirfinn unrolls the scroll of Greater Planeshift so thoughtfully provided with the map and, once everyone is gathered 'round, reads the words.
> The world around the party shifts! It's not like normal. It's only like a moment's blink. You stand in blackrock caverns. The rock is a rich, deep and glossy black. All about are little ponds of steaming hot water, filling the air with misty warmth. Oooooh. It's warm here. So wonderfully warm. Ahead in the cavern is put a single path leading on.
> Hanna stretches and looks around, "This is rather pleasant. I've been to parts of Nidavellir before, but this is a remarkably fine section."
* Muirfinn leans on the rock, absorbing some of the heat. "This is much more pleasant than I'd expected. Such fine weather."
> Vivantha does much the same next to Muirfinn. "If only the sun was here and out. It would be wondrous to nap on these rocks." This draws a smile, "Occasionally, my sisters and I would sneak into a door to the mortal worlds and find such places."
* Muirfinn snorts. "I can understand why. Though I am a creature of water, I am also a reptile. Warmth is always welcome. So long as it is not actually on fire."
> "Yes, but we can go to somewhere better known and less lost to history for leisure. Let's make good time before we run into problems." Hanna says, hefting her axe over her shoulder as she begins to walk. "By the way, I brought my staves with me if you run low on healing magic."
<Muirfinn> "Ah, thank you. That could prove most fortuitous." Muirfinn says, straightening and moving along.
> OOC: What sort of marching order are we looking at here?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Squishies in the middle, I'll take the rear and Hanna can take front. In a pinch I can reach over them anyway.
> OOC: Okay.
> OOC: Also, are you doing anything for light? The entire party has darkvision 60ft if not.
<Muirfinn> OOC: I have low-light. Worst case scenario, I can sit on someone's shoulder as a bird.
> OOC: You're an outsider, aren't you?
<Muirfinn> OOC: Yup
> OOC: Outsiders get darkvision 60ft as a racial thing.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Well then we're good.
<Muirfinn> OOC: SALLY FORTH
> Thus you go down the winding, steamy passage. You follow it for perhaps a minute or two. It gets narrow in a few places, but nothing impassible. At this point you come to a juncture - the path continues on ahead and there's also a branch that goes to the right. The branch to the right has hanging stalagtites lined with some sort of dark metal. They sag heavily but do not quite fall from the ceiling. "Which way?" Hanna asks, "Could you pass me the map?"
* Muirfinn passes the map up to Hanna. "By all means."
> "Ahead," Hanna announces, glancing towards the stalagtites, "I've never seen those streaked with metal before," she observes, "But Nidavellir is full of metal. I've heard it's lousy with portals to Earth."
<Muirfinn> "Earth's not so bad a place. Probably."
> "Kascha would be scribbing down notes already," Vivantha announces lightly.
<Muirfinn> "Without a doubt." Muirfinn chuckles. "She'd want to stop and study them."
> "There's worse places to be," Hanna agrees, leading on and leaving the metal stalagtites behind. The path meanders on for a bit more, sloping up. Ahead the way is blocked by a steaming pool. Past it the path continues on with a few branching paths. Checking the map as she absently begins to fly just above the ground, "We go straight on and take the last right," she says, eyes ont he map as she glides over the pool.
> Ellese continues to follow, simply splashing through the warm water.
* Muirfinn wades in behind Vivantha, no stranger to water.
> roll 1d20+25
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+25 --> [ 1d20=12 ]{37}
> The water is terrifically warm. It sends heat all through Muirfinn's CLANG! Suddenly Hanna's holding her axe one handed, deflecting a spear from above. It happens in a split second, the spear, sent careening into the wall!
> "This is so ni-" Vivantha stops cold at Hanna's defensive sweep, "A trap?!"
* Muirfinn blinks, scales warping briefly into water and back again out of reflex. "A trap? Here?"
> Hanna's eyes dart around, axe held at the ready. "Apparently so. From the looks of it, it meant to impale me and have a chance of leaving me face down in the water to drown." She slowly lowers her axe, "That spear went right for me, too." She flies over to it, plucking it out of the water. "It's solid adamantine."
<Muirfinn> "Could be useful in the future. Pass it here."
> "I have a bag of holding too," Hanna says, passing the spear over.
* Muirfinn shrugs. "I have a quiver. It'll do for this. Keep your in case we run into something a bit larger. Your bag is much less restricted than mine."
> OOC: Loot post.
> "Right," Hanna readies her axe, holding the map with one hand. She frowns as it rolls back up, "Ellese," she says, "Keep the map open, I need both hands free to react."
> "Alright,
> OOC: Gah.
> "Alright," Ellese opens the map up, "The last passage on the right," she announces. "Like you said."
> As you go down towards that - passing unremarkable branches that don't have anything interesting as far as darkvision goes - Hanna speaks up, "Plus that's solid adamantine. It's likely local work or was taken from locals. That or our trapper's rich beyond reason."
* Muirfinn nods. "Adamantine is rare for certain. Making a spear out of it completely seems...wasteful."
> You reach the last branch on the right and begin to go down. As you do...OOC: Everyone make spot checks for reference later.
> roll 1d20+5 Ellese
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+5 Ellese --> [ 1d20=13 ]{18}
> roll 1d20+33 Hanna
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+33 Hanna --> [ 1d20=3 ]{36}
> roll 1d20+27 Vivantha
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+27 Vivantha --> [ 1d20=2 ]{29}
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+
<Kobot> Muirfinn rolled 1d20+ --> error: malformed expression
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+
<Kobot> Muirfinn rolled 1d20+ --> error: malformed expression
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+46
<Kobot> Muirfinn rolled 1d20+46 --> [ 1d20=9 ]{55}

[Anastasia]

> Thus you head down the next passage. It's not far down it that Muirfinn can see a ripple in the air ahead of Hanna. Likewise Hanna pauses, an arm extended out to block the way forward.
<Muirfinn> "I see it as well. Do you know what it is?"
> "I'm not sure," Hanna pauses a moment to inspect it.
> roll 1d20+29
> "Trouble and more trouble," Vivantha murmurs, "It seems the predicted opposition exists."
* Kobot (~dunefar@ip68-96-9-49.hr.hr.cox.net) has joined #dunes
> roll 1d20+29
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+29 --> [ 1d20=17 ]{46}
> "It's a nasty one," Hanna scowls at it, "It tries to teleport you in several directions at once, causing physical trauma from it."
* Muirfinn frowns. "That's hardly friendly. Who wants first crack at dispellig it?"
> "Fairly obvious," Ellese speaks up, "Obvious traps meant to be found have at least one more layer of meaning or purpose."
> With a slight shake of her head, "I can try a basic dispel, but it may not be strong enough." Hanna focuses her powers, the ripples wobbling like a stormfront is passing through!
> roll 1d20+10
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+10 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{20}
> But nothing further happens.
> "No good. But still, it wasn't hard to notice. From what I've experienced with traps, any good trap can't be seen unless you're trained to find them." Hanna goes on, gesturing with her axe. "It may be nothing more than a stall or a resource drain for anyone deft enough to notice it."
<Muirfinn> "Hmm. Is there a way around it?"
> On a glance, it doesn't cover the entire passage. It would take some good wiggling to get by without touching it, though.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Passage made of stone?
> OOC: Yes, the same black stone as most everything else so far.
* Muirfinn pulls a wad of clay from his pack, mumbling a bit as he reshapes it into a wide square. A moment later, the walls warp and expand! OOC: Stone Shape, making tha passageway bigger to allow easier passage.
> OOC: LInk me?
> A hunk of the wall moves aside into a square, providing easy passage ahead! Hannag oes through followed by Ellese. As they go Vivantha smiles, "Well done," she murmurs as she goes on. "That was most skillful."
<Muirfinn> "That was the first time I've ever had cause to use it." Muirfinn admits as he follows along behind Vivantha. "I'm glad I had it prepared, though."
> Hanna smiles a little bit at this, "I feel that way about some of my own spells. The spellcaster's dilemma is deciding on spells you'll use most days or keeping spells you'll only use rarely. Yet those rare spells can save lives."
> "A g-" Ellese suddenly clears her throat, "That is what scrolls are for."
* Muirfinn nods. "Scrolls are a habit I've yet to develop. It's a personal problem."
> As you go along you pass by a little recess filled with water. It would make a good natural spring if one were interested in bathing. As you go past it, "We go ahead, ignoring the next few side passages, and keep going down the long passage," Ellese announces as you walk on.
> Here Vivantha lingers a moment, kneeling and stirring a finger in the water. She flicks it clean and then rises, "I wonder if there are native creatures to the waters here?"
<Muirfinn> "Possibly small fishes, lizards, and insects. The lightless areas of the worlds tend to accumulate mosses and fungi that do not need sunlight. After all, myconids are not uncommon in subterranean caverns."
> Hanna's answer goes unspoken - for as sh eopens her lips she stops. "Everyone follow me until you see it," she says.
* Muirfinn blinks. "Alright."
> Thus you go a little ahead. When Ellese reaches where Hanna was...(More)
> roll 1d20+32
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+32 --> [ 1d20=15 ]{47}
> With a howl Ellese rears back, holding her face with her hands. A feral growl rips from her throat as she turns away, "No further!"
* Muirfinn blinks again, peering about. OOC: My spot check was huge! I have true seeing!
> OOC: True seeing doesn't penetrate mundane darkness. You're just not in range of it with darkvision yet.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Blast!
> OOC: Or wait, it does. I read past it. More coming then.
> OOC: I suck.
> Peering ahead, Muirfinn suddenly sees it. It is a whirling web of crude metal blades, knitted together into a barrier. Like a mockery of a blade barrier, spinning in impossible angles. Your stomach lurches as you gaze at it! OOC: Will.
> OOC: Mind-affecting.
<Muirfinn> OOC: Immune!
<Muirfinn> "It's...some sort of weird blade barrier. Moving in odd ways, though." Muirfinn says.
> Vivantha advances far enough to see it, "It's strange. Metal doesn't move like that..." she trails off, looking faintly queasy. "It's like watching caramel being spun and swirled."
> OOC: You can make K:A here if you wish.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+22
<Kobot> Muirfinn rolled 1d20+22 --> [ 1d20=19 ]{41}
> roll 1d20+27 Vivantha
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+27 Vivantha --> [ 1d20=20 ]{47}
> roll 1d20+28 Ellese
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+28 Ellese --> [ 1d20=6 ]{34}
> This isn't really a blade barrier. It's pure chaos magic that's using metal to stay manifested. It speaks of great power and absolutely no subtlety. Whomever did this wanted to be seen or just didn't care. It's like casting a fireball over the heads of your enemies as way of greeting.
> Ellese turns away, rubbing her eyes. They're half melted, yet they're quickly oozing back into proper place.
<Muirfinn> "Alright there, Ellese?"
> "Y-yes," she says, her eyes fully regenerating in moments.
<Muirfinn> "Good good." Muirfinn says, turning to peer at the seething chaos once more. "It's not metal, not really. It's chaos, wild magic and raw chaos, imitating a blade barrier. It's...extremely unsubtle."
<Muirfinn> "Yet likely intentional. Whoever did this doesn't care if we know it's here, and likely has a sizeable amount of power."
> "There are angles and lines at play here we don't comprehend yet," Hanna marches forward to just before the barrier, inspecting it closer. "Did you ever think to ask Baleruk why he was so interested in this treasure in the first place and why right now?"
> "I don't follow," Vivantha says, "How does this follow to questioning Baleruk?"
* Muirfinn raises a curious scaly eyeridge in response. "You really think asking Baleruk to provide a logical explaination or details for something is a wise use of time?"
> "This treasure's been lost for ages if I understand right? But somehow we're coming on it at the same time as some other expidition? That sounds like the making of a bard's tall tale, not reality." Hanna says, "We're looking at wild, powerful chaos magic right here. It could be the locals, but I rather doubt it."
> At this Hanna sighs and slumps slightly, "A waste of time," she agrees, "I've served as an instrument of divine will many times. This feels like a certain type - when you have to do something but the whys and what's going on isn't explained for whatever reason."
<Muirfinn> "I'd only be half surprised if Baleruk was the true initiator of this design. Something like this, it seems...more subtle, yes. It wouldn't surprise me if, at one time, he was fed this information."
> "But to the problem at hand," Vivantha speaks up, "How do we get past the barrier?"
<Muirfinn> "We could try to dispel it." Muirfinn says. "That could possibly cause it to explode, though."
> "That's probably simplest," Hanna steps back, "By all means."
* Muirfinn dispels!
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+20
<Kobot> Muirfinn rolled 1d20+20 --> [ 1d20=9 ]{29}
> The whirling blades of chaos shudder once before explodin ginto a rainbow of colors! They gush out in a rain of color before dissipating entirely, the way ahead clear.
<Muirfinn> "A much more preferable explosion than what I was expecting." Muirfinn says. "Shall we?"

[Anastasia]

> With that Muirfinn and company move on. Ahead you come to find the walls lined with big deposits of clear quartz. Some are clear enough to see through. Some hide more rock behind them and yet others you can see boiling  pools of water, sealed away behind quartz and black stone. Ahead the path continues on, with additional branches to the left and the right. The left leads down and into some sort of large room. With true seeing, Muirfinn can see it's full of hunks of something metallic just lying there. The path straight ahead goes on further than he can see. The path to the right continues on, with more clear quartz replacing blackstone.
> "Which way, Ellese?" Hanna asks, on alert as she glances down each hall.
> "Ahead," Ellese replies after a moment, "Straight ahead."
<Muirfinn> "Looks like something came through here." Muirfinn says, peering at the metal. OOC: Does it appear shaped or forged or worked? Or is it just lumps of ore?
> OOC: It looks like plain lumps of ore.
<Muirfinn> "Whatever it was didn't have enough sense to do anything with the ore though."
> "It could be," Hanna says, "There places in here where metals simply lie, waiting to be taken and forged." She glances down that way, "It may not have been anything."
* Muirfinn shrugs. "I'm not well versed in the nature of metals."
> "It's not natural as the Prime reckons it," Hanna says as you advance on, "I don't know that much myself, but raw ores usually have to be mined out."
<Muirfinn> "That's what I'd thought!"
> roll 1d20+33
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+33 and gets 49." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d20+28
> roll 1d20+28
> roll 1d20+28
> roll 1d20+28
> roll 1d20+28
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 and gets 30." [1d20=2]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 and gets 34." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 and gets 42." [1d20=14]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 and gets 32." [1d20=4]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 and gets 47." [1d20=19]
> It happens at once. Hanna whips her axe up and calls, "Stay b-" with the rest lost to a metallic slithering. Spears of metal launch at Hanna from the sides and ahead! Yet Hanna brings her axe up and stops two of them cold, wings flaring out to deflect the others. There's a moment of silence after that, Hanna utterly tense as she peers ahead, "Stay back. It's another trap." she says plainly, finishing.
> "Again?" Vivantha stops cold, watching and waiting.
<Muirfinn> "I'd say so." Muirfinn says. "Well done on deflecting them."
* Muirfinn pulls a rod from his quiver, focusing on it and casting a spell. OOC: Extended Detect Magic, 44 min
> "Catching an angel off-guard's about impossible," Hanna says with an agreeable smile, as Muirfinn peers ahead. OOC: Make a general spellcraft check?
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+ Spellcraft whee
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+ Spellcraft whee and gets Error: Check syntax." [1d20=9]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+50 Numlock whee
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+50 Numlock whee and gets 57." [1d20=7]
> There's lots of magic. There's a general enchantment that should interfere with scrying, teleportation and other such things. A typical sealed zone, albeit coming directly from the stones. There's heaps of latent earth magic and a few traces of water and fire magic as well. Tapping into those could power spells easily if a caster took some time to attune themselves to the energies and knew how. They could keep certain things going, such as traps.
<Muirfinn> "I think the ambient magic from the stones is powering these traps." Muirfinn says, gathering the deflected spears. "There are large amounts of raw earth magic here, as well as anti-scrying and teleportation enchantments. It's a sealed zone."
> "Nothing to be done. When the seals are in place, the murders begin," Ellese sing-songs, before stopping and rubbing her temple. Her face twists into a wince, "I'm sorry. Bad thoughts. Dog thoughts."
<Muirfinn> "It's apt though." Muirfinn says, nodding. "Anyone who controls this area can manipulate those inside at their leisure."
<Muirfinn> "With enough earth, water, and fire magic as is here, an attuned individual could be very dangerous. We should proceed with caution."
> With that the party moves on. Down this passage - and ahead. It goes on for a little ways, Hanna simply stopping abruptly, raising her hand up. She says not a word, but after a moment you hear a grinding noise. It's just outside your vision limit, sounds like. It has a voice like grinding stones, "Hungry..." it rasps, "Feed...me...?"
<Muirfinn> "Here we go." Muirfinn says very lowly.
> Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. The creature that emerges into sight, 100ft away from Hanna and 120ft from Muirfinn, is bones. A collection of bones knitted together with vein-threads. It is in a vaguely humanoid shape, like bundles of bones carelessly tied together by a bored child. Within the 'center' you can see dozens of beating hearts, all the vein-threads connecting to them. "Hungry...feed....me...!" It rasps. It doesn't have a mouth but it speaks. Bones on its headless 'top' grind out words, making you involuntarily wince as you see it. OOC: Init here, bad guy is sighted. Sec.
> roll 1d20+12 Hanna
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+12 Hanna and gets 32." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+7 Ellese
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+7 Ellese and gets 24." [1d20=17]
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+12 M
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+12 M and gets 29." [1d20=17]
> roll 1d20+14 also +2 to those above due to Vivantha's aura
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+14 also +2 to those above due to Vivantha's aura and gets 32." [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20+4 bone-creature
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+4 bone-creature and gets 24." [1d20=20]
* Retrieving #dunes modes...
* Kotono changes topic to 'Hanna(34)>Vivantha(32)>Muirfinn(31)>Ellese(26)>Bone Creature(24)'
> "I can hold it back if it charges," Hanna announces. OOC: She's holding a sec to give y'all a chance to act first. Vivantha's up.
> Vivantha falls back and begins to sing, a song of great sonic power! Sonic energy surrounds the party, strengthening their blows! At the same time great energy fills Muirfinn and Hanna! OOC: +5d6 to melee attacks and +4 AC/Saves to Muirfinn and Hanna. Muirfinn go.
* Muirfinn intones a fiery word of magic, flames rising up on Hanna's axe! OOC: Fires of Purity, will link in a moment
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+21 SR check, applies each time the target strikes an enemy
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+21 SR check, applies each time the target strikes an enemy and gets 22." [1d20=1]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Good lord, I hope this thing doesn't have SR
> OOC: Your prayer is...rejeeeeeeeeected.
* Merc is now known as Merc-zzz
> Holy fires encase Hanna's weapon, turning it abright with flames! Ellese meanwhile holds her head, twisting farther back than should be possible. Her head touches the ground behind her, her body in a tight U shape. She then suddenly springs back, a huge orb of acid erupting from her mouth! With it she shouts a spiteful word, a terrible word! The orb of acid flies right the monster! OOC: Freezing sphere with energy sub(acid) and energy admixture(acid).
> roll 1d20+20
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+20 and gets 39." [1d20=19]
> roll 1d20+11 reflex
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+11 reflex and gets 15." [1d20=4]
> roll 30d6
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 30d6 and gets 104." [30d6=2, 2, 3, 6, 1, 1, 6, 6, 5, 5, 5, 5, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2, 5, 4, 5, 5, 3, 2, 6, 4, 2, 1, 5, 2, 5]
> The orb of acid explodes over the bone-creature, sizzling deep into it! Bones turn black as its voice stops! A moment later Hanna is flying ahead like a shot, aiming to finish it in one dramatic strike!
* Kotono changes topic to 'Vivantha(32)>Muirfinn(31)>Ellese(26)>Hanna>Bone Creature(24)'
> roll 1d20+38 (+2 charge, +9 smite evil, -9 PA)
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+38 (+2 charge, +9 smite evil, -9 PA) and gets 44." [1d20=6]
> roll 3d6+49+5d6
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 3d6+49+5d6 and gets 66." [3d6=1, 6, 1][5d6=2, 1, 1, 3, 2]
> With the creature already acid-sizzling, Hanna's axe rips right through it! Bones splinter apart as the creature's innert hearts are cleaved! No blood comes - instead, the entire thing simply falls apart. OOC: Free act.
> "Far less than I was expecting," Hanna pokes it with a toe, "At least the outer defenses are not overwhelming."
<Muirfinn> "Indeed." Muirfinn says, eyeing the pile of bones distastefully. "Hopefully they don't get more horrific." OOC: Anything in the pile of value?
> OOC: Spot.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+46
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+46 and gets 58." [1d20=12]
> There's a glint of something odd amid the pile of bones. You'd have to go digging to find out more.
<Muirfinn> "Hmm." Muirfinn says, pushing the pile arond and geting into it. "Something here."
> Within the bones is a small engraved metal plate. It's covered with odd symbols...OOC: K:A here.
<Muirfinn> roll 1d20+22
* Hatbot --> "Muirfinn rolls 1d20+22 and gets 29." [1d20=7]
<Muirfinn> OOC: Not my best skill
> The symbols have something to do with life and death, as well as abjurations. This is certainly magical, even if there is no obvious magical aura.
<Muirfinn> "Anyone know what this is?" Muirfinn says, pulling the tablet free of the pile.
> roll 1d20+27 Vivantha
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+27 Vivantha and gets 44." [1d20=17]
> roll 1d20+28 Ellese
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+28 Ellese and gets 34." [1d20=6]
> "I do," Vivantha sings, "It appears as a ward against life energy and other forces, if I understand the symbols right."
<Muirfinn> "Well...that's useful, if you're undead."
> "It would explain how the living dead survived here," Hanna agrees, hefting her axe over her shoulder. "Want me to put it in the bag for later?"
<Muirfinn> "Sure." Muirfinn hands it over.
> "Let's keep going," Hanna says after, heading down past the skeletal remnants.
> Ellese breaths slower and slower in the battle's wake. She shakes her head and then licks her lips. "I did good?" she asks.
<Muirfinn> "Of course. You expected differently?"
<Muirfinn> "...of course you did. You're still adjusting. My apologies. Yes, you did very will." Muirfinn says, palming his face.
> "You did well," Vivantha seconds, "Your acid dispatched the creature swiftly."
> Slowly, ever so slowly, Ellese smiles. "T-then let's keep going," she says, "We aren't there yet."
<Muirfinn> "Right. After you, ladies."
> Further ahead is a series of 5 to 20ft drops. The path becomes choppy and full of these holes. But to a party that can fly, this is barely even worth mentioning. The first few are empty, but the third is full of bubbling water. The water has a golden sheen to it, like liquid wealth.
<Muirfinn> "That's probably not what it looks like." Muirfinn chirps as he flies over it.
> Hanna glances down as she does, "It actually might be," she admits, "If there's just the right mix of pure water and pyrite, you'll get tiny flakes that mix in."
<Muirfinn> "True, but it's certainly not actual gold. That would be far too convenient. It's probably a trap. Might be an ooze."
> "It's pretty," Vivantha opines as she follows. Ahead is another gap and another. Simple hops do for them. The next is lined with jagged quartz crystals, like it's full of tiny clear teeth. Ahead the path drops sharply again, going further down yet. "I think we've reached the second part," Ellese speaks up, "A long downward path that eventually leads to a subterrain forest."
* Muirfinn nods, alighting on Vivantha's shoulder for now. His seagullish form settles in as he replies chirpily, "Well, hopefully things go as well as they have. Last thing I want is another fiasco like we had with that maze in Greenrot." Muirfinn ruffles oily feathers.