Smith (Jaela, Calleigh, Surraruthru)

[Corwin]

"What do you even have that's worth..." Saving is the wrong word, so what works? Not killing them? She doesn't actually want to promise that either. "Let's go with your survival in the immediate term?"

She flies closer, joining Cresiel at the vanguard of her forces. If the devils want this badly enough, they can slowly bake in her presence. "Let's hear it, I'll decide if it's worth my while after."

[Anastasia]

How much damage is your aura?

[Yuthirin]

Has an hour passed yet since the psychic storm?

[Corwin]

2d6 per round to evil outsiders within 60ft of me.

[Anastasia]

No, about 10 minutes so far.

The moment Jaela comes close, the two cry out and fly back, burning and smoking. "Stop! Stop!" the gelugon calls, doubling over and coughing violently.

[Corwin]

"Talk, or I'll... slowly approach you," Jaela says, stifling a sigh. Is that a threat? That's just sad.

[Anastasia]

Once out of range, an entire small army's gazes on them, "Just enough healing so we can make out of this cursed rift," the gelugon requests, as the barbazu snarls at them. "Is it an agreement?"

[Corwin]

"If I like what I hear you'll get a sporting chance."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel scowls but waits, eyeing the two like vermin.

The gelugon merely says, "A blade-daemon known as a valeoloth. It carried a blade of disintegration and massacred our group. It traveled alone and swords of disintegration appeared when it struck, destroying us."

[Corwin]

K:P

[22:19] <@Annerose> roll 1d20+48
[22:19] <Kobot> Annerose rolled 1d20+48 --> [ 1d20=19 ]{67}

[Corwin]

"And who's this 'us'?" Jaela asks. "Who do you report to? How many forces does he have committed to closing the rift?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru begins eyeing the area, using the True Seeing his mask imparts on him, just in case these foolish devils led this blade daemon to them, and prepping his first spell to cast into the Tapestry.

Prepping Celestial Valor and True Seeing to hit the Tapestry.

[Anastasia]

Surraruthru, you couldn't cast a 10th level spell into your eldritch tapestry, since its maximum level is 7th.

Surraruthru doesn't see anything hidden, at least within his range of true seeing.

"The Cold Ones, " The gelugon clatters, mandibles hitting together. Meanwhile, a name comes to Jaela. Lucial, a powerful personal assassin to a daemon lord. Lore suggests that it may even be the General of Gehenna or a similar figure, but nothing is certain. He wields Tamabaril, a legendary sword that brings the black blade of disaster when it strikes. As a powerful valeoloth, he is more than a match for mere barbazu and gelugons. Finally, you recall that his raw strength is overwhelming, stronger than a titan.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru, you couldn't cast a 10th level spell into your eldritch tapestry, since its maximum level is 7th.

I know, but it hits 24 creatures for me, so that's solidly everyone. I worded it poorly; I mean prepping Celestial Valor, then True Seeing for the Tapestry.

[Corwin]

"Lucy might make for a decent fight," Jaela muses, though she shakes her head. "You didn't make this worth my while, though, and I specifically warned you in advance. Telling me that scary people are in a battlefield where everyone has a stake in is worse than useless. Cresiel, what do you think? Are they coy and stalling with the really juicy devil gossip, or they just want to die?"