Infiltrating a diabolical stronghold (full party)

[Yuthirin]

Scratched, see prior post.

[Anastasia]

Fairly fast. Just roughly, you expect they'd cover it in a few more seconds. Some time in the next round. You could grab her safely, but she'd provoke an AoO from them for being moved.

[Merc]

ooc: Just as a reminder, I did hold my move action as I wanted to see if the portal dispelled or something bad happened (which it did). Since I can still move, Sylvie and/or Lief are probably better targets to grab. Wouldn't say no to some quickened healig if you've got any though. Might fuck up tumble and if do eat an AOO, my health margin is sucky.

[Yuthirin]

"Well, first," Muirfinn says, reaching out via extra-magical means and healing Ithea.

Heal on Ithea. +150 HP.

"And second," He fires off a dispelling at the chains covering the portal!

Greater dispel. Let's see what happens! Probably nothing!

[18:28] <Yuthirin> roll 1d20+20
[18:28] <Serith> Yuthirin roll for Serith < 23 >12 [d20=3]

Stats: ShowHide

Muirfinn
HP: 161/300
AC: 50
Active Effects: Superior Resistance (+6 to all resistances)
Passive Effects: Fast Healing 11, immune to disease & poison
Form: Tortle

[Anastasia]

Ithea's injuries immediately heal, the worst of them fixed and her vitality once again returning. But the chains don't stop, Muifinn's spell doing little. "Enough resistance," The second Nessian strides to the side, a momentary opening to Ithea has he positions within reach of her, Muirfinn and Sylvie.

You can AoO, Ithea, thanks to your reach shenanigans.

[Merc]

Ithea attempts to whack him with a glaive.

ooc:
[20:35] <Merc> roll d20+45+4 AoO
[20:35] <Serith> Merc roll for Serith < 61 > [d20=12]
[20:35] <Merc> roll d10+25+3d6 AoO damage if hits (and 1 neg level)
[20:35] <Serith> Merc roll for Serith < 40 > [d10=7][d6=1,3,4]

I'm sure it misses, but never let it be said I didn't take the shot.

[Anastasia]

Ithea stabs out, managing to shallowly wound the Nessian. It's just a graze in its stomach, hardly slowing it at all. Its axe begins to burn with infernal fire, "Bow to the King of Hell!"

> roll 1d20+65 (+8 smite good)
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 78 > [d20=13]
> roll 4d6+54 and CMB incoming
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 65 > [d6=1,4,3,3]
> roll 1d20+73 vs Ithea's CMD of 77
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 88 > [d20=15]
> roll 1d20+57 free attack for tripping
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 66 > [d20=9]
> roll 4d6+17 freebe, both attacks beat your DR
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 34 > [d6=5,4,5,3]

The blow hits Ithea head on, a smack with the broad side of the axe. It sends her sprawling, giving the Nessian a chance to stomp down on her rather hard, ribs cracking beneath its clawed foot. At the same time, a foe appears behind you, back at the entrance of the way you came. It is a classical devil, fire red skin and standing around 10 feet tall. He's broad and lean, a smirk firmly planted on his face.

He wears rich finery of green and gold, elegant and immaculate. A length of heavy chain serves as a bracelet on his right wrist. He carries no visible weapon, but smiles on seeing you. "Aurora," The same voice as before, "Rejoice! Few foes warrant a personal battle with a Duke of Hell. Go screaming into Hell knowing that you are singularly honored mortals." As he speaks, two pit fiends come from behind him, forming a defensive line 10ft in front of him. They are not Nessians, at least, but 'merely' normal pit fiends.

> roll 1d20+12 pit fiend init
> roll 1d20+12 pit fiend init
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 30 > [d20=18]
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 18 > [d20=6]

Initiative is now: Sylvie (43) > Ithea (42) > Duke of Destiny (36) > Nessian 2 = Repeating Mass Harm (34) > Lief = Pit Fiend 1 (30) > Muirfinn (28) > Nessian 1 (27) > Pit Fiend 2 (18)

Taelfagn is 90ft behind the party and blocking the way out. Sylvie's up and will be in the next post.

[Merc]

Ithea grimaces as she rights herself with feline grace (OOC: Using Back on Your Feet, immediate action, to stand up after trip), and she turns to Sylvie, "Can you use 21 to destroy the effect on the Gate? Return it to its true purpose, getting us out of here and to Ysgard?"

[Anastasia]

"On it," Sylvie shouts back, 21 appearing in her hands. She utters three profound words of power, a blast of light hitting the chains and portal.

> roll 1d20+21
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 34 > [d20=13]

Light washes over the chains, shattering them like nothing more than cheap glass. Sylvie takes this chance, diving through the portal, uncaring of the opening it provides.

> roll 1d20+57 AoO1 vs AC of 55 needs a 1 here
<Serith> Kowork roll for Serith < 70 > [d20=13]
> roll 1d20+57 AoO1 vs AC of 55 needs a 1 here
<Serith> Kowork roll for Serith < 64 > [d20=7]
> roll 4d6+17+4d6+17
<Serith> Kowork roll for Serith < 59 > [d6=2,4,1,4,4,3,3,4]

Sylvie's hacked as she dives through the portal, vanishing through it and away.

Ithea, go.

[Merc]

Ithea takes a brief second to heal before carefully committing to memory the locations of the enemies and their possible attack options and withdrawing through the portal after Sylvie. "Stay alive and make it through, you two!" Ithea demands of Lief and Muirfinn.

OOC: quickened Cure Critical Wounds (Healing Touch SLA / swift from Astral) + Withdraw action (full round)
[21:54] <Merc> roll 4d8+20 healing touch
[21:54] <Serith> Merc roll for Serith < 24 > [d8=1,1,1,1]
[21:54] <Merc> ooc: ...
[21:55] <Yuthirin> HAHAHAHA
[21:55] <Merc> shush
[21:55] <Kowork> Oh wow.

HP is now at 85.

[Anastasia]

Ithea escapes through the portal - and the Duke of Destiny chuckles. "Enough then," He raises a hand, the magic of the portal shuddering as if squeezed.

> roll 1d20+40
<Serith> Kowork roll for Serith < 52 > [d20=12]

Like that, the portal goes out entirely, dispelled. Taelfagn spreads his arms wide, "And now, the fated hour!" At this words, chains erupt from thin air all around the two, going to engulf them.

> roll 1d20+55 CMB vs Lief's CMD
<Serith> Kowork roll for Serith < 67 > [d20=12]
> roll 1d20+55 CMB vs Muirfinn's CMD
<Serith> Kowork roll for Serith < 71 > [d20=16]

Lief and Muirfinn are seized by chains. There is no escape, no hope, no resistance. They are dragged down into screaming, beckoning darkness. A chorus of agonized moans greets them as darkness consumes all.

Ithea into a new topic, Lief and Muirfinn into another new topic. This topic is finished.

Ithea's topic is here: http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,103695.0.html
Muirfinn and Lief's topic is here: http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,103696.0.html