The hunt for goldenfire (Afina and Jaela, later Surraruthru too)

[Corwin]

Jaela snorts. "Wouldn't it make Elena happier if the training parted the booze into two new mugs?"

She takes the seat by Dana's side, nudging her over. "Meet a fellow Lifasan that joined the Crusade. The master of nightmares and terror, was it?" she muses, glancing over at the colorful dragon.

[Iron Dragoon]

Caught sniffing at a small puddle of spilled booze, Surraruthru is caught surprised by the mention and takes to the air with a quick and excited jerk.

"Bringer of nightmares and chaos! I am Surraruthru!"

He lands on the table, eyeing Jaelea a bit suspiciously. "You're a princess? Hmm. You don't seem like the ones in my parents' stories. You should work on that." With that casual comment he turns to regard the new people, starting with Dana and stares at her intently, "You said she's a princess? A fucking princess? What's that? Is fucking a thing? Is she doing it now?"

He turns to regard Lady Rosa and The Master, "Are they fucking, too? What's fucking?"

[Corwin]

"Yes. Dana is fucking with you right fucking now."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru cocks his head so he can have one eye on both Jaelea and Dana at the same time.

"She is? Hmm.." He considers this strongly before turning to look at Kascha and speaking gravely and seriously.

"Is 'fucking with' the same as being grumpy? That's the only thing I can see that they have in common. It must be that, right?"

Turns back to look Dana and Jaelea, "You should work on that too. Are you grumpy because you're bad at princessing? You have a lot to work on. I'd like to help, but I think that'll be too difficult to fix while also taking care of Kascha."

[Ebiris]

"Just how old are you, Surraruthru?" Afina feels compelled to ask. He is even smaller than Hope but she assumed fairy dragons were just naturally slight of build compared to true dragons.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru cocks his head at that question and focuses on Afina. "Not old. I was the youngest! I can only remember... maybe 20 winters? Yes, sounds right. They said I was the best at games, though!"

[Ebiris]

"Well that makes you as old as Jaela and Ithea... I suppose it's talent that counts, not age," Afina says, settling into an appropriately pixie-sized chair and reaching out for the plate of cheese and crackers that appears before her. "What are your skills anyway?" He might just have a puffed up opinion of himself but surely Seira wouldn't have sent him to watch over Kascha if he wasn't at least as strong as her?

[Anastasia]

The Master chuckles. "One can't have everything their way." He moves slightly, avoiding yet another splash - this one from above, out of the blue. "Indeed."

Rosa turns beet red and just glowers at the faerie dragon, while the Master is unruffled.

"Oh, see, now fucking Jaela has it right on the fucking nose." Dana refills her mug and takes a big drink this time.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Tricks! Illusions! We played games with them. I was the best as mind tricks. The devils weren't easy to trick. They saw through most things at first, so I had to learn what they liked to see to trick them. They don't like nice or fun things, but I had to get good at them to trick them."

Surraruthru flutters his wings in discomfort and irritation at that. "I could get them to fight each other at times. It was easier to make them see each other as enemies. They don't trust each other much. I could show you!"

[Ebiris]

Munching on a cracker as she listens to Surraruthru's explanation, Afina nods. "We had trouble during the invasion with erinyes, the ones that can see through illusions and pierce invisibility. But yes, show us what you can do," she encourages, wanting to get a baseline of his skill before she agrees to take him on any dangerous missions.

[Anastasia]

"Please," Lady Rosa speaks up, still crimson-cheeked. "I'd like to see this magic of yours."

[Corwin]

Jaela watches curiously, summoning a bowl of dates to nibble on.

[Anastasia]

Kascha gets herself some lemonade in the meantime, the magic of the tables producing it instantly. She sips and watches, "Yes, I'd like to see the magic you have. I study wyrms and dragon magic and there are such revelations to be found in there!"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru puffs up proudly, beginning to cast his first spell!

OOC: 1st spell/action: Time Stop.
> roll 1d4+1 Time Stop
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 5 > [d4=4]

2nd Spell/action: Nightmare Terrain.
Nightmare Terrain: Range - 55 ft., Will vs DC 25, 15 rounds, no SR

3rd Spell/Action: Hide check (Nightmare Terrain allows hide check while observed)
> roll 1d20+37 Hide
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 40 > [d20=3]

4th Spell/Action: Phantom Battle
Phantom Battle (adding Phantasmal/Fear): Range - 360 ft., Will vs DC 28, 26 rounds no SR if you failed detection; Will vs DC 26, SR allowed if you passed detection. Choosing to have it not affect Kascha, Afina, Jaelea, Lady Rosa, and The Master. Everyone else that fails the save can't make AoOs and are flanked.

5th Spell/Action: Nothing, ending time stop for spell effects to take place.

As Surraruthru completes his spell, several things happen at once. He seems to speed up impossibly, completing his second spell instantaneously and suddenly everything goes out of control. Suddenly the cafeteria of Aurora is replaced by things most present are familiar with: springing from every surface horrible, twisted, corrupted and nightmarish vegetation springs, writhing with horrific hunger despite their apparent rotting. Twisted and deformed limbs appear on the plates in front of everyone, replacing their formerly succulent food with things only the corrupt would find joy in. Spotted throughout the room, on all surfaces, smoking pits open, belching forth vapors and clouds smelling of burnt, rotten flesh as corpses clamber out of the pits, their screams and moans being tortured and horrible, reminding many of things they've seen and heard from the hands of the devils and their allies.

Among this, Surraruthru is covered by the writhing, rotting vegetation, swallowed up and hidden from view from all. Following his disappearance, to add to the confusion and fear of the new scenery, the sounds and roar of battle suddenly spring forth. Out of the pits, along side the corpses, pour forth an army of devils and horrors, all howling for blood, torture, and murder, screaming in the name of Taelfagn. In response to their sudden appearance, a host of soldiers, comprised of creatures he's seen here in Aurora flood into the room from every entrance, screaming their own war cries and calling for the cafeteria residents to rally in the name of Aurora as they slam into the host of attacking monsters.

[Ebiris]

[19:58] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+35 spot (blindsense vs darkstalker)
[19:58] <Serith> Ebiris roll for Serith < 48 > [d20=13]

Afina's eyes never leave Surraruthru despite his concealment and theatrics, and she munches on her now illusory revolting cracker without any sign of complaint. "Pretty good," she comments as a screaming barbazu leaps over her head only to be bisected by a similarly screaming werewolf. "I'm glad we upgraded the mess hall, though, or you'd have put everyone right off their food."