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The depths of torment (Afina, Surraruthru)

Started by Anastasia, May 27, 2017, 02:34:14 PM

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Ebiris


Anastasia

You race past them and to the door - which is a short, small and shallow closet full of torture implements. At least these aren't animated.

You have the rest of your move and the tools are flatfooted, so no AoOs.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Ebiris

Annoying. Afina freezes time briefly so she can make up for her error.

6th level slot for 1 round of time stop, disintegrate the other door and go move into the doorway.
[18:33] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+55 ranged touch
[18:33] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+55 ranged touch --> [ 1d20=15 ]{70}


"This way!" she calls to the dragons.

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Afina: 303+20/303, glaciante's spiteful ward (CL 27 attached to epic mage armour), heroes feast (CL 20), mind blank (CL 17), fortunate fate (CL 15), planar tolerance (CL 7), epic mage armour (CL 25), moment of prescience (CL 25), greater heroism (CL 25), haste (CL 25), death ward (CL 28), recitation (CL 28), sublime revelry (CL 29), celestial valor (CL 24), shield (CL 25)
AC 99, spell resistance 40, blindsense 30, immunity to fire, water, earth, cold, disease, poison, fear, 50% miss chance, freedom of movement
Spell charges: 5/9/9/8/7/8/3/8/0/2/4/2

Anastasia

The path continues on past it, to a stairway going down on the side a bit away, and more path going on beyond that.

Meanwhile the torture implements go for Surraruthru and Baleruk.

> roll 1d20+20 Surru
<Rei-chan> Space_Cat rolled : 1d20+20 Surru --> [ 1d20=13 ]{33}
> roll 1d20+20 Baleruk
<Rei-chan> Space_Cat rolled : 1d20+20 Baleruk --> [ 1d20=12 ]{32}

AC?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Iron Dragoon

This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

They are but tools. The two of you dodge and ignore the slashes, moving as easily as the wind. Baleruk scoffs and says nothing else.

"Minion," Baleruk declares, "You may go first, so that these wretched things may bask in my glory for as long as possible. Let them enjoy the only worthwhile moments they will ever have the longest."

Baleruk holds for you. Go.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Iron Dragoon

Do the tools count as small objects? In reference to Animate Objects. Plan is to animate an equal number of things to battle them and keep them busy and away from us.
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

It varies tool to tool. There's small ones you could animate, sure.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Iron Dragoon

Surraruthru pulls on his innate magic with a disdainful look Baleruk and pulls various other small objects up to fight the tools.

Animate Object, CL 26, Duration 26 rounds
Animate up to 26 small objects. Medium object counts as two Small or smaller objects, a Large object as four, a Huge object as eight, a Gargantuan object as sixteen, and a Colossal object as thirty-two.

This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

Afina's up, but interrupt.

As Afina flies ahead and Surraruthru invokes his magic, animating various tools to do war with their kin, pain.

It is absolute, white-hot agony as Lifasa screams. There is no other word to it as both of you tumble to the ground, lost in pain.

Go ahead and react, both of you.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Ebiris

Afina loses all her poise, dropping to the ground in a heap and screaming a shrill cry in echo of the planet, all strength fled her bones!

Iron Dragoon

Surraruthru tries to focus and find the source of the pain, writhing as he tries to throw his senses out.
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

Surraruthru is able to look up.

The tools fall. All of them.

Wailing spirits are torn out and plunge down through the floor, ghostly essences pulled down.

As Afina begins to recover, she swears she can hear the sounds of war - swords clashing, iron rending, the dying screaming in agony, the crackle of fire burning.

Free act, the tools got taken care of.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Iron Dragoon

Surraruthru stands up shakily.

"Any idea what that was?"
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Ebiris

Afina begins to rise sluggishly before a surge of panicked energy shoots through her and she flies over to Baleruk and Surraruthru. "It's Bel, we're done here," she says curtly, plane shifting all of them to the Elemental Plane of Air.