The depths of torment (Afina, Surraruthru)

[Anastasia]

Your orb of force strike the orthon in the head, knocking it down and causing it to crumble into glass. Maggots erupt out, going all about - including over Afina, crawling and biting her.

> roll 2d6 chomp
<Serith> Space_Cat roll for Serith < 9 > [d6=5,4]

Meanwhile, Baleruk looks on in disgust. He simply gestures at the orthon, a sphere of acid appearing behind it, the very edges of it licking at the orthon's back.

> roll 15d4
<Serith> Space_Cat roll for Serith < 35 > [d4=4,4,3,2,2,2,3,2,1,1,3,1,2,4,1]
> roll 1d20+9 ref
<Serith> Space_Cat roll for Serith < 17 > [d20=8]

The orthons shudders as it melts, back dissolving as it collapses into jagged hunks of obsidian and fire. AS it does, maggots burst out again, once again all over Afina.

> roll 2d6 chomp
<Serith> Space_Cat roll for Serith < 10 > [d6=6,4]

Free act.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Why must they always be so... disgusting? Bleach. Afina, I can heal you a bit if you desire."

[Ebiris]

"They're not cold iron, it's fine," Afina says, the maggots unable to find purchase on her. Without further ado she continues on.

[Anastasia]

"Onward," Baleruk says in disgust, "You need more RAINBOWS," Baleruk snarls at the remnants of the orthons, maggots oozing out of the way as the three of you advance.

Down, around, forward. You follow the path as the ground continues to shake. Lifasa's scream echos through you as you come to a chamber. Iron maidens, racks, chains, blades, blood. So much dried blood. Flame pits that provide dull light, chains above them, manacles to hold the unlucky above them.

This place sickens you. The air is foul, wrong. It is difficult to breathe. Every few breaths you hear it, broken voices screaming, "Yes! I give myself to Hell! I serve! I SERVE!" The jangle of chains. You can feel the magic of unhallow around you without even needing to try, the cursed nature of this place evident to all of you. This is a profaned place, unholy and unclean.

Yet there is no one here, only shed blood and miasma. There is a door on the far wall going ahead, as well as a door on the left side wall. Both are closed.

!!!

The chains begin to move. The iron maidens open of their own accord, showing blood and bone stuck deep within. Blades take to the air of their own will.

Baleruk snorts, managing to sound like a dragon even now. "Is this it?" he declares. "Hell is so cowardly as to THROW MERE IMPLEMENTS AGAINST US, RATHER THAN FACING MY DRACONIC MAJESTY AND THAT OF MY MINIONS?"

[Ebiris]

Is one door bigger/fancier than the other, or is there a sign that one sees more traffic?

[Anastasia]

The door straight ahead is made of stone similar to the wall, only indented enough to make it notable. Looks a bit worn, or maybe it's just the stone here is worn.

The door to the side is a bit smaller, carved in a similar indented way. It looks a bit more weathered, perhaps?

[Ebiris]

"Ignore the animated rubbish," Afina says, firing a disintegrate at the more weathered door and flying through in that direction.

[17:00] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+55 ranged touch
[17:00] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+55 ranged touch --> [ 1d20=19 ]{74}

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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: 5/9/9/8/7/8/5/8/0/2/4/2

[Anastasia]

The side door dissolves. You can't see much in there from this angle. Oh, that and all the torture implements coming right at you. That's a problem, too.

Init.

[Ebiris]

[17:16] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+30
[17:16] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+30 --> [ 1d20=17 ]{47}

[Anastasia]

As this happens...

'Afina, Lifasa retreated to Elysium. Meet there. Vision of Bel leading attack on Aurora. Be advised. Repeat, vision of Bel attacking Aurora. Please be careful.'  Tepen's voice.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru gets a disgruntled look on his face as being referred to as a minion and opens his mouth to argue the fact, but the pauses and decides to let better judgement prevail as whatever they're likely about to face would try to take advantage of the disagreement between himself and Baleruk.

Though, it does get him thinking, which shifts his face into a more thoughtful look... Combat between an Arcane Dragon and a Prismatic Dragon... Hmm... He's got plenty of options for defenses except that pesky divine protection thing... He'll need to figure something out to burn through that one day... Perhaps Goldenfire... Or tapping into a greater power even if just for a bit... Maybe an artifact to amplify spells... Or a demi-plane built to dampen... Something to work on, maybe frame it as a weapon against the devils... He could always make two and keep one hidden...

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+9+2 Init
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 12 > [d20=1]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+4 torture implements
<Serith> Space_Cat roll for Serith < 23 > [d20=19]
> roll 1d20+0 vs ???
<Serith> Space_Cat roll for Serith < 17 > [d20=17]
> roll 1d20+5 Baleruk
<Serith> Space_Cat roll for Serith < 15 > [d20=10]

Init is Afina (47) > Torture Implements (23) > ??? (17) > Baleruk (15) > Surraruthru (12)

The dread pixie opens.

[Ebiris]

Afina doesn't have any interest in delaying with pointless animated objects and so flies around through the freshly disintegrated doorway, intending to put their hasted speed to the job of leaving such obstacles far behind.

"Understood, continuing as planned for now," she mutters in response to the sending.

[Anastasia]

How far can you move like this?