The Sword of Myr, again (Surraruthru)

[Anastasia]

'Finally!' Wand declares, 'Burn, all of you!'

> roll 27d6
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 112 > [d6=6,3,6,1,3,6,5,3,2,1,5,5,4,5,3,6,2,5,3,4,6,5,3,5,6,6,3]

Flames burn away the images but not the darkness all around you. The sense of being overwhelmed lessens even more.

'It is futile.' A voice cold as death burrows into your mind, like knives piercing in. 'Offer your knowledge to me.'

Int check. Opposed.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+8 Int
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Iddy roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 17 > [d20=9]

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Surraruthru
HP: 296/296
AC: 32+6
Touch AC: 17, Flat Footed: 26, SR: 33, CMB: 26, CMD: 42
Init: +12, Touch Atk: 29
Active: Mindblank (CL25), Planar Tolerance (CL7), Greater Mage Armor (CL25), Heroes Feast (CL20), 50% Spell Failure
Bonuses: +1 morale attack/will saves
Passive: Improved Evasion, Diamond Body, True Seeing, Detect Magic, Energy Immunity (Fire)
Ability Damage: -4 Cha

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+13
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 26 > [d20=13]

The darkness is all consuming, crushing your mind and enveloping you.

You remember the feeling of your father's blood on your hands, the elation of knowing that you would know rule Argent Keep.

> roll 1d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 1 > [d10=1]

The memory of smacking Deanna for speaking up is sweet as wine, the look of fear burned into your mind.

> roll 1d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 4 > [d10=4]

The elf's screams? A music you recall many a time when you're bored. A different tone for each cut, from a shallow slice to the loss of a finger or toe.

> roll 1d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 5 > [d10=5]

You cherish the images of that day, where your tax collectors came back with the bounty of the new tax. Those piggish peasants had been made to give you what they were hoarding for themselves. It's only your due, damn them. Damn them for not knowing their place.

> roll 1d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 2 > [d10=2]

A push. A push. You regret it with every fiber of your being. Your brother's screams as he fell, the meaty smack of his body breaking on impact with the unforgiving ground. They know. They all know. You have to do something. You can't stand the looks any longer. They all know. You can't live like this.

> roll 1d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 9 > [d10=9]

The giddy drunkenness of the hunt. Watching her. Waiting for the moment, drawing your knife as your entire body burns with anticipation and is drunk on desire.

> roll 1d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 10 > [d10=10]

Ugh! You shudder to your very soul, images of crimes and sins not your own momentarily overwhelming you. 'You are doomed, Surraruthru.' The voice says, your brain burning painfully. 'Drown in sin.'

Go. 31 vile damage total.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru is confused by these memories and images... Father's blood on his hands? He has no hands, only claws made for the rending of his enemies. Smacking Deanna? Who is Deanna? A dragon would bite and rip with fangs. A screaming elf from cutting? A dragon uses no blades. Tax collectors? A dragon takes for himself. Pushing a brother down? His brother would have wings and could fly, as all Faerie Dragons do. Hunting a woman with a knife? No proper dragon would use a knife, not when their claws serve better than blades.

"What are these... illusions? None of these things mean anything to me. Secretus, your foolishness would be adorable if it weren't so... inane. These are mortal memories. Human, elf, demon. I AM A DRAGON! YOU DARE TO THROW THESE PATHETIC SCENES AT ME? BLADES?! MY CLAWS WILL REND THE FLESH FROM YOUR BODY! TAXES?! TAXES?! I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING YOU ARE AND ADD IT TO MY HOARD! TO MY GLORY! FALLING? DROWNING? I AM A DRAGON! I SOAR ABOVE EVERYTHING YOU ARE, AND NOTHING YOU CAN DO WILL DROWN THE RAGE OF A DRAGON! I WILL BREAK YOUR WORLD!"

Finishing his rage filled bellow as loudly as he can, Surraruthru focuses the rage at the audacity of the demon lord, of the insult of using the memories of non-dragons, to try and drown him into a white hot, burning focus to throw back at the demon lord!

[Anastasia]

Int check.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+8 Int
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Iddy roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 17 > [d20=9]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+13
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 23 > [d20=10]

You watch the city burn. It is only right. They would not give you tribute. Let the inferior creatures burn, you are superior.

> roll 1d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 7 > [d10=7]

A single, horrifying image. A dragon watching the death of thousands, all by his own hand. As you shudder from that, a path appears in the darkness.

'You wish to face me? Come and die trying.'

[Iron Dragoon]

With rage in his heart, Surraruthru takes off down the path, a spell ready to be thrown.

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Surraruthru
HP: 258/296
AC: 32+6
Touch AC: 17, Flat Footed: 26, SR: 33, CMB: 26, CMD: 42
Init: +12, Touch Atk: 29
Active: Mindblank (CL25), Planar Tolerance (CL7), Greater Mage Armor (CL25), Heroes Feast (CL20), 50% Spell Failure
Bonuses: +1 morale attack/will saves
Passive: Improved Evasion, Diamond Body, True Seeing, Detect Magic, Energy Immunity (Fire)
Ability Damage: -4 Cha

[Anastasia]

Quick note, make sure to track vile damage separately, as it's difficult to heal. Thanks.

The path is into the darkness.

!!!

A tidal wave comes at you from all directions. The path does not hold, the darkness threatens to swallow you whole.

Int check. Opposed this time.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+8 Int
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Iddy roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 9 > [d20=1]

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Surraruthru
HP: 258/296 (38 Vile)
AC: 32+6
Touch AC: 17, Flat Footed: 26, SR: 33, CMB: 26, CMD: 42
Init: +12, Touch Atk: 29
Active: Mindblank (CL25), Planar Tolerance (CL7), Greater Mage Armor (CL25), Heroes Feast (CL20), 50% Spell Failure
Bonuses: +1 morale attack/will saves
Passive: Improved Evasion, Diamond Body, True Seeing, Detect Magic, Energy Immunity (Fire)
Ability Damage: -4 Cha

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+13
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 23 > [d20=10]

A memory of-

The blood of-

It hurts-

Mother never-

You killed-

The fear-

Hate.

Hate.

Hate.

Hate.

Scorn like a whip.

You break and drown in the darkness. You are ripped apart like a rag, rendered into nothinghness. Hundreds of vile memories assault your mind, pouring into it a cornucopia of madness.

> roll 10d10 vile damage
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 62 > [d10=9,6,6,3,4,1,7,7,9,10]

You scream. Vomiting follows as you curl up, barely able to withstand and escape oblivion's embrace. You are in the darkness...but something ahead. You hear it, the hissing of snakes. It beckons you.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru tries to focus through the pain and force himself forward. If he can't be completely triumphant, at least he'll bite Secretus' throat and watch him bleed out next to him...

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Surraruthru
HP: 196/296 (100 Vile)
AC: 32+6
Touch AC: 17, Flat Footed: 26, SR: 33, CMB: 26, CMD: 42
Init: +12, Touch Atk: 29
Active: Mindblank (CL25), Planar Tolerance (CL7), Greater Mage Armor (CL25), Heroes Feast (CL20), 50% Spell Failure
Bonuses: +1 morale attack/will saves
Passive: Improved Evasion, Diamond Body, True Seeing, Detect Magic, Energy Immunity (Fire)
Ability Damage: -4 Cha

[Anastasia]

The figure before you is a man.  A man's body, muscled and powerful, yet all is not right. He has the head of a snowy white owl, eyes glazed over and empty. His chest is not the firm chest of a man, but the heavy breasts of a woman. His legs break apart past the knee, becoming green snakes several feet long. Six each leg, most of them curling up to suckle and bite on the creature's bosom.

Two of the snake, one from each leg, rise up to stare at you, hissing.

Mind blank prevents a Will save here by protecting your mind.

"Come," The left snake hisses at you, "Come to us, brother."

"Come," The right snake hisses at you, "Feed us, brother."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru gives the snakes a grin, a bloody broken thing, and speaks one word, channeling power into Wand.

Channeling Life Font, level 10 spell into Wand.

<IronDragoon> roll 1d100 Spell Failure
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> IronDragoon roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 80 > [d100=80]

<IronDragoon> roll 1d20+24+1+1 CL check, add +1 if sub type is evil
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> IronDragoon roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 40 > [d20=14]

[Anastasia]

> roll 27d10
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 164 > [d10=9,1,7,9,10,10,3,10,1,8,7,2,5,1,4,5,10,10,8,8,8,4,3,10,5,2,4]
> roll 1d20 ranged touch, only misses on a 1. Don't roll a 1
<Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 11 > [d20=11]

'Yeah, that's the stuff!' Wand calls, as a spear of fire impales the creature before you. It bursts into flame, snakes screaming and thrashing as the entire mass is put to the torch.

'This is your fate. Those that oppose me personally become experiments.' The voice stabs into your mind, each word making your wounds throb like they're infected. 'Rage uselessly.'

Init here.