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[Anastasia]

Rogadas is said to be a great demon - probably a balor but reports vary - transformed into a whirlwind of hate and destruction. So great was the carnage he unleashed that he took on a form to better kill.

What's less known is that he once served Demogorgon but was banished from his court. Apparently one of Demogorgon's heads hated him but the other one liked him, and it balanced out into a banishment. He worked for a few demon lords off and on in the meantime, until he faded into legend. Not dead, merely not getting attention or participating in Abyssal politics.

His winds are like blade slashes and tear anyone apart. He's also an evoker of some skill.

[Nephrite]

Rogadas!

Know that we are not here for you, but if you choose to stand in our way, you will find that your banishment from the court of Demogorgon will be the least of your problems!

[Anastasia]

Trying to intimidate?

[Nephrite]

I guess it's closer to Intimidate than Diplomacy in this case, yeah. He'd err on diplomacy but I don't think it'd be viewed that way.

[Anastasia]

Intimidate check, yeah.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 136.

[Anastasia]

The demon's fury does not abate, but the spell ceases. It does not dispel you. Instead, in your mind it howls, 'You have come to die?'

[Nephrite]

We are here for The Hecatoncheries.

[Anastasia]

As the others stand at the ready?

'Then you have come to die.'

[Nephrite]

We will not die this day. Do you serve at its behest? We have no quarrel with you and if you know where it can be found we will be on our way.

[Anastasia]

'Become and go die, loathsome thing.' With a gust your sphere is sent flying ahead, hurling away from the whirlwind.

Cresiel doesn't react, carried along.

Sylvie braces against the side.

Jetina readies herself, "Does this absorb impact shocks?"

[Nephrite]

"It probably does?" Moore says with some uncertainty. "I can't say I ever tested that particular magical theory."

He flies in the middle, deciding to see where they land regardless.

"I could always just dismiss it before we hit the ground, you know." He adds.

[Anastasia]

As you fly, crashing down towards more rubble and ruin, "That's a great idea!" Sylvie calls, "While we still have time to buffer off any momentum!"

[Nephrite]

With a wave of his hand, he dismisses the wall of force magic and will just use the momentum they've built up to angle himself and fly upwards instead of crashing.

[Anastasia]

All you come to a stop, floating in the air and with the whirlwind gone.

"We'll get more attention regardless," Cresiel predicts, "That was just the first one that noticed us."