Crossed swords

[Anastasia]

You step forward. It is still dark as Ranbar says, "Who could love this?"

"Well, someone spat out Glasya and Lixer," Donald answers as he walks, shield at the ready, "So someone's stupid enough to."

A chuckle, low and deep. For far ahead in the dark, visible despite it, stands Shar. An avatar of Shar, head bowed and long black hair falling in front of her face like a curtain.

It is time.

[Corwin]

"Sorry we took the long way over, Shar," Seira tells her. "So this place is important enough to warrant an avatar, huh? Good to know!"

[Anastasia]

Donald smiles slowly, "I have to admit, for all we clash, we rarely see each other face to face. It's a shame you're so cute. It's just..." he shrugs, "I expect wretchedly ugly to match the sorry state of your soul."

"Why are you doing this?" Amaryl asks, "You have our attention, don't waste it."

"Come," Shar murmurs, "I invite you because today is the day you realize your struggles are in vain. That everything you have done is a meaningless pasttime until oblivion beckons you to rest."

Metal bars and lines spread out around, in walls of stone that form from nothing.

"The Cauldron would give itself to protect you. You feel the power in your plane, in any plane?" Shar asks.

[Corwin]

"You're... diplaying a morphic plane to us?" Seira asks in feigned confusion. "Hate to break it to you, but we, uh, kind of know of them."

[Anastasia]

"You're a few eons behind the times," Donald agrees, "Oh, did your brooding time cut into your research time? Ooops!"

The planes are a source of power vast and untapped. A power that exceeds even our own. Come, let me show you what happens when I harness that.

Shar steps back, seeming to merge into stone that rises up, as if becoming part of this place.

[Corwin]

So like our new home? Seira relays to her companions, observing Shar's actions for now. It might even be an interesting trick, since even terrible people can come up with useful ideas at times.

[Anastasia]

Much too much to be any good, if she's drawing power from it.

Donald smiles, "Oh good, I was hoping you wouldn't just flail and die."

[Corwin]

Snorting, Seira tells Donald, "You're still leading the way."

[Anastasia]

Die trying.

"No," Ranbar's voice is soft but not that soft, carrying. "You first."

Init here.

[Corwin]

21:20 <Corwin> roll 1d20+18 vs DvR0
21:20 <Penuche> Corwin invokes Penuche's magic: < 19 > [d20=1]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+8 Donald
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 23 > [d20=15]
> roll 1d20+26 Amaryl
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 30 > [d20=4]
> roll 1d20+19
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 23 > [d20=4]
> roll 1d20+34
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 48 > [d20=14]

Init is Shar's Avatar (Supreme) > Amaryl's Avatar (Supreme) > Seira's Avatar (Supreme) > Donald = Ranbar (23)

Note that Supreme Init resolves this way when the same DvR is in play between multiple deities who have it:

If two deities with this ability and the same divine rank are in a battle, make an initiative check for each deity, and the deity with the higher result goes first.

Before any of you can react, a spike of pure shadow erupts above you and explodes, shadow-shards piercing you all over.

Ref.

[Corwin]

22:17 <Corwin> roll 1d20+66+10 improved evasion
22:17 <Penuche> Corwin invokes Penuche's magic: < 83 > [d20=7]

As a reminder, the Celestial Valor and Glorious Rally should still be in effect on everyone.
+10 to attack/damage/AC/saves and +2d6 more damage vs evil and 76 temp hp to all.

[Anastasia]

Thanks for the reminder, Cor.

> roll 70d6
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 223 > [70d6=223]

Halved, but only halved.

Shadow shards pierce your body all over, little detonations of pain all over your body. Not that you have time to react, as dark pressure surrounds you on all sides, squeezing you tight as a vise.

Fort.

[Corwin]

18:36 <Corwin> roll 1d20+69+10
18:36 <Penuche> Corwin invokes Penuche's magic: < 81 > [d20=2]

[Anastasia]

> roll 50d10
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 294 > [50d10=294]

Full. Not your day for rolling.

Seira feels pain erupt all over her body, pressing her down, skins plitting and bones creaking.

HP after this?