Conquering the land IC

[Genth]

There is a moment of silence as the Construct considers this proposal. Then with a glimmer behind his expressionless faceplate, he nods, turning to the creature. "Can you agree to that? Cause some distractions for us, keep any 'heroes' off out backs, and then we reward you by sending you somewhere to feast?"

[Alhallor]

The giant pile of corpses and corpse part seems to be thinking but ultimately nods. Everything that has a mouth joins in.

"That sounds absolutely delightful. I agree with all my hearts." It bows again "I'll eat here and then I'll eat in another place. Nothing better."

[Genth]

"Bon Appetit." Parzlataamun replies, dryly but with a hint of amusement and turns to the others, raising a hand to the doorway, still filled with several corpses, and blasts them away with electricity. "Lets go within. Tayci, head in the front and scout for obstructions. Be wary of traps and magic, the master of this place is likely watching." he orders, starting to walk into the tower, gesturing for the other two to join him as his feet crush a few stray bones beneath his feat. "This castle has its good points. I might keep it." he muses, before letting out a small, cold chuckle.

[Alhallor]

Spoiler: Baron woodstrides stuff

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A royal coat (hide armor +3 that counts as light armor, a shield +2, a ring of protection +2 and a cloak of resistance +3.

The hallways of the castle are mostly barren with some pieces of disturbing art thrown in between. A picture depicting a scantily clad lady, made out of living bugs, a jewel encrusted severed and still bleeding arm and a playful decorated corner are just some examples.

Sometimes both Tayci and Parzlaatamuun can spot a trap that would engulf someone walking in the ceiling or push someone off the wall. The very obvious ones, like a spiked pit, with the remains of a human inside on the floor are easily avoided the ghast trying to push Tayci in falls through her and lands in himself. The smaller unintelligent monstrositys are easily dispatched.

When the ground is layed out with a red carpet you can all already see a wide arching door, the side of the door and the wall that holds it are blasted like a lot of small explosions happened there.

You can here voices coming out of the door that seems to be see through proof with some kind of darkness or just a dark curtain.

"I can't believe he protected some pages of his book with wards. Who does that?"

Another voice: "Contemplating about the nature of evil may make you turn evil yourself. Better destroy it fast before it claims you."

[Genth]

Parzla's eyes glow quite bright this time and a long, slow hiss comes from him. ~The Mysterie, I suspect. We should kill them. Cast your spells, and then we shall bleed them.~ he says to the others Telepathically, before he activated one of his own defense systems and his body starts to shimmer slightly, before his image is bifurcated into a dizzying morass of shattered pictures only vaguely giving the impression of the Lord of Silent Iron.

Spoiler: OOC

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Activating Displacement for 12 rounds. Down to only 11 more castings per day of that D:

Waiting for the others to buff up quickly, and then:

As the others finish their preperations, Parzlataamun unsheathes his claws, and glittering with his sickly green energy, steps through the dark curtain.

[Warlawk]

Raziel tucks away the items stripped from the corpse of the Baron and follows the walking War Machine further into the depths. As they prepare to greet the Mysterie he draws his blade and lets forth a wave of sound so deep it is more felt than heard as it ripples around his allies, breaking aspects of reality that hold their power in check.

Spoiler: OOC and Statblock Show Draw weapon and move to follow Parzla, activate Bardsong as we pass through the doorway. Raziel Angel NE Angel Bard 10, Sublime Chord 2//Angel 12, Level 12, Init 1, HP 134/134, Speed 30' / 60' Fly AC 37, Touch 11, Flat-footed 36, Fort 15, Ref 15, Will 20, Base Attack Bonus 12/7/2 Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Rapier +28/23/18 (1d8+17, 15+x2) Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Falchion +28/23/18 (2d6+19, 18+x2) Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Breastplate, Githcraft, Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Heavy Shield (+8 Armor, +5 Shield, +1 Dex, -1 Size, +1 Deflect, +13 Natural) Abilities Str 20, Dex 12, Con 20, Int 13, Wis 19, Cha 28 Condition Inspire Courage +6, Glibness 110M/120M Tongues, Discern Lies, True Seeing Greater Magic Weapon +3, Magic Vestment Armor and Shield +3, Superior Resistance +6 Resistance Acid, Cold, Petrification+12, Resistance Fire, Electricity 6, +12 Vs Poison, DR 6/Good, SR 23. Magic Circle Vs Good (Bonus = Cha Mod) and Minor Globe of Invulnerability 3rd lvl spells. Regeneration 6/Good.

[AvatarVecna]

Zara curls up in on herself and begins shaking violently. A loud ripping fills the air, and the old skin in cast off, thrown away by the force of its molting. Zara is now far bigger, her limbs glistening and rippling with muscle.

Spoiler: OoC

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Righteous Might + Divine Power. Here's a sheet with the changes noted.

[AvatarVecna]

A quick spell later, and the whole group feels faster, like the world is moving in slow motion. "Let's get in there and take them down before they know what hit them~"

[Alhallor]

The group of enemies doesn't react initially when you come in.

Spoiler: MAP

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MAP

[Genth]

Bursting through the shadowed entrance, his chains whirling behind his back, Parzlaatamuun flies inwards, facing both groups. His faceplate splits in two across the middle vertically and pulls back, obscene and like some hungry monster of the Far Realm, revealing a whirling vortex cloud of green and black mists. From this comes an ear-piercing shriek, resonant and destructive, like the fabric of the world itself tearing, mingling with the silence-song of Raziel into a wave of sonic death.

Spoiler: OOC

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Fly 60ft to L-33. Release Sonic Scream, a 120ft cone (vertical edge ending at L-9, horizontal edge off the map)
This is a DC 26 reflex save for half vs (12d6)[36] Sonic Damage

"P E R I S H" He calls as the scream dies down, faceplate returning to normal.

[LairdMaon]

Tayci flaps her expansive wings and propels herself toward the three individuals in Sunset guise. Only at the last moment does she halt her forward motion. Her barbed harpoons eat up the rest of the distance, each one targeting a figure.

Spoiler: ooc

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Hp: 180/180

Wings of Fate and Made for the Sky are contributing. (Uncanny Dodge and Evasion)(bonuses to rolls)

Swift Action to activate Hustle.

First Sunset
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+21)[38]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+21)[33]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[16]
Force, Fleshgrinding

Second Sunset
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+16)[20]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+16)[20]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[20]
Force, Fleshgrinding

Third Sunset
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+11)[22]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+11)[23]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[21]
Force, Fleshgrinding

[Warlawk]

Following the others through the shrouded doorway Raziel leaps forward launching himself on raven pinions. The humming power coruscating around him seems to sigh in contentment as the broken angel's charge terminates in a deadly thrust of his blade into the pitiful cultist who was already covered in the viscera of their dwarven companion.

Spoiler: OOC and Statblock Show Charge to any remaining Sunset cultist, power attacking for 8. (1d20+28)[47] to hit (28 base, +6 Bardsong, +2 Charge -8 Power Attack) (1d8+31)[34] Damage (+17 Base, +6 Bard Song, +8 Power attack) If above roll is 43+ it is a threat. (1d20+28)[43] to confirm (1d8+31)[38] Damage Raziel Angel NE Angel Bard 10, Sublime Chord 2//Angel 12, Level 12, Init 1, HP 134/134, Speed 30' / 60' Fly AC 37, Touch 11, Flat-footed 36, Fort 15, Ref 15, Will 20, Base Attack Bonus 12/7/2 Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Rapier +28/23/18 (1d8+17, 15+x2) Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Falchion +28/23/18 (2d6+19, 18+x2) Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Breastplate, Githcraft, Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Heavy Shield (+8 Armor, +5 Shield, +1 Dex, -1 Size, +1 Deflect, +13 Natural) Abilities Str 20, Dex 12, Con 20, Int 13, Wis 19, Cha 28 Condition Inspire Courage +6, Glibness 110M/120M Tongues, Discern Lies, True Seeing Greater Magic Weapon +3, Magic Vestment Armor and Shield +3, Superior Resistance +6 Resistance Acid, Cold, Petrification+12, Resistance Fire, Electricity 6, +12 Vs Poison, DR 6/Good, SR 23. Magic Circle Vs Good (Bonus = Cha Mod) and Minor Globe of Invulnerability 3rd lvl spells. Regeneration 6/Good.

[AvatarVecna]

Zara's magnificent terrible form follows, and their air fills with bloody images of gnashing teeth and claws.

Spoiler: OoC

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Move in. Standard, cast Blood Wind to get a full natural attack routine, spend 2 blood points to attach negative levels.

Bite: (1d20+22)[34] ((1d20+22)[24] crit confirm)
Damage: (1d6+8)[9] (+(1d6+8)[14] if crit)
Poison: (2d6)[10] Str damage (DC 19 Fort negates)
Negative Levels: 3 (or 1, if normally immune)

Slam: (1d20+22)[33] ((1d20+22)[37] crit confirm)
Damage: (2d6+18)[24] (+(2d6+18)[28] if crit)
Negative Levels: 3 (or 1, if normally immune)

Targeting Sunset 3, or Sunset 2 if 3 is dead from the others?

[Alhallor]

When Parzlaatamuun screams the dwarf is instantly obliterated, spraying his guts till the end of the room and covering several of the other members of the sunset mystery.

Spoiler: PARZLAATAMUUN

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You see that the one wielding a sword pretty much takes the damage and then looks incredible annoyed at you. Like you ate his favorite soul or something.

Tayci's attack hits everyone of the individuals from the sunset but none of them dies. When raziel propels himself forward he skewers one and the might of the thrust punches a hole big enough for his entire torso unto him. He falls shortly after.

Zara's teeth fly towards one and he still stands, smiles sheepishly but then falls down, blood pouring out of his mouth and eyes.

Spoiler: Zara

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The negative levels got him.

"It's the iron devil!" Screams the last surviving member and fumbles around with a scroll. He try's to initiate it but the fact that a giant spectral harpoon is inside of him, gives him slight problems and he is unable to cast the spell.

From the ceiling comes an arrow and flys towards Zara.

Spoiler: attack on Zara

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To hit (1d20+32)[44]
Damage (2d8+8)[21]
Skirmish (5d6+2)[14]
Yes you get the skirmish damage even if you're undead

The robed guy says "damn, damn, damn!" and fires several blasts towards Parzlaatamuun.

Spoiler: PARZLAATAMUUN attack

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To hit. (1d20+30)[45]
(1d20+25)[38]
(1d20+20)[26]
If it's a hit it deals first (10d6)[27]
Then (9d6)[28] and then (8d6)[37]

Every hit provokes a fort save against 21 (a 1 is always a failure) that jumps towards raziel with the same to hit roll for half damage and provokes another save.

The guy with a sword vanishes for a moment and then appears directly before Parzlaatamuun. "You heap of scrap metal!" And strikes him with an unbelievable mighty strike that shatters the ground the lord of silent iron stands on.

Spoiler: another attack on Parzlaatamuun

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To hit. (1d20+40)[57]
Damage (3d8+22)[34]
Additional (6d6)[26] Ignores all Dr.

[Genth]

DEVIL?! I AM NO DEVIL! Parzlaatamuun rages, lifting an arm as the blasts come towards him, the magic dissapating off his plating. "I am worse than any filthy creature of the planes, you WEAKLINGS!" he turns as the sword-wielder appears, raising his arms to block the attack but too late as he is stuck powerfully upon the chest, sinking down a few inches as the ground cracks beneath him, his chest-plate scoring an ugly crack through which his green light shines. The Lord of Silent Iron looks down and his eyes become miniature green suns as the rage overtakes him from his injury. He looks down at the swordsman before launching into a vicious assault.

Spoiler: OOC

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Previous HP - 218 plus 10 THP - takes 60 damage from the big hit. Fast Heals 6, so Current HP - 174
Current extra buffs are +6 Damage/Attack from Song*, +1 from Haste
*Not 100% sure I am within Bardic Songs range, have asked Warlawk what his range is. I am about 45-50 ft away from Raziel. If so, just take 6 off the Attack roll and Damage Roll confirmed with Warlawk that it's within earshot, so I do get the bonuses yay

Attack 1 - (1d20+33)[39] | Damage (3d6+21)[26] plus (1d6)[2] Electricity plus 8 Fire
Attack 2 - (1d20+33)[38] | Damage (3d6+21)[32] plus (1d6)[3] Electricity plus 8 Fire
Attack 3 (Haste) - (1d20+33)[37] | Damage (3d6+21)[29] plus (1d6)[2] Electricity plus 8 Fire
Attack 4 - (1d20+28)[31] | Damage (3d6+21)[30] plus (1d6)[3] Electricity plus 8 Fire

Assuming at least one hit, rending damage (6d6+21)[47]
Discharge Electrricisty (12d6)[31]
And of course 2 negative levels.

[Warlawk]

As his sword sinks nearly to the hilt into the Cultists chest Raziel spins gracefully around the collapsing body, a few sable feathers raining down from the strain of redirecting his mass at full speed. Thus retaining his forward momentum the sickly halo above his cowled head flares as he lunges toward the fleeing mortal, a hellish Angel of Wrath made manifest blade carving its reaping toll among the unworthy.

Spoiler: OOC and Statblock Show Charge to the Sunset cultist to the northwest on the map, power attacking for 8. (1d20+28)[37] to hit (28 base, +6 Bardsong, +2 Charge -8 Power Attack) (1d8+31)[35] Damage (+17 Base, +6 Bard Song, +8 Power attack) If above roll is 43+ it is a threat. (1d20+28)[48] to confirm (1d8+31)[38] Damage Raziel Angel NE Angel Bard 10, Sublime Chord 2//Angel 12, Level 12, Init 1, HP 134/134, Speed 30' / 60' Fly AC 37, Touch 11, Flat-footed 36, Fort 15, Ref 15, Will 20, Base Attack Bonus 12/7/2 Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Rapier +28/23/18 (1d8+17, 15+x2) Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Falchion +28/23/18 (2d6+19, 18+x2) Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Breastplate, Githcraft, Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Heavy Shield (+8 Armor, +5 Shield, +1 Dex, -1 Size, +1 Deflect, +13 Natural) Abilities Str 20, Dex 12, Con 20, Int 13, Wis 19, Cha 28 Condition Inspire Courage +6, Glibness 110M/120M Tongues, Discern Lies, True Seeing Greater Magic Weapon +3, Magic Vestment Armor and Shield +3, Superior Resistance +6 Resistance Acid, Cold, Petrification+12, Resistance Fire, Electricity 6, +12 Vs Poison, DR 6/Good, SR 23. Magic Circle Vs Good (Bonus = Cha Mod) and Minor Globe of Invulnerability 3rd lvl spells. Regeneration 6/Good.

[AvatarVecna]

Zara looks to the shooter, and doesn't bother with a spell when he is already within reach of her enormous form.



Her limbs and jaws reach out to deliver the same punishment up close and personal.

Spoiler: OoC

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Yeah...Zara is Huge right now, and was already flying. The ceiling is presumably within 30 ft of the floor for his particular flavor of shenanigans, which makes him within her reach unless she's standing. I mean, if he's not, then she can mark down a spell use for the same thing, so lmk if I've misjudged his range and the height of the room. I prepared scads of these.

Targeting the guy on the ceiling.

Bite: (1d20+22)[33] ((1d20+22)[29] crit confirm)
Damage: (1d6+8)[11] (+(1d6+8)[14] if crit)
Poison: (2d6)[10] Str damage (DC 19 Fort negates)
Negative Levels: 3 (or 1, if normally immune)

Slam: (1d20+22)[31] ((1d20+22)[30] crit confirm)
Damage: (2d6+18)[25] (+(2d6+18)[22] if crit)
Negative Levels: 3 (or 1, if normally immune)

[LairdMaon]

The winged girl turns in the air and lets her then harpoons dispate. Her attention is now on the robed figure next to the spellbook.
She arcs through the great room, delivering all three harpoons in near unison.

Spoiler: ooc

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Hp: 180/180

Activating Hustle

Wings of Fate and Made for the Sky are contributing. (Uncanny Dodge and Evasion)(bonuses to rolls)

First Attack
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+21)[26]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+21)[22]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[21]
Force, Fleshgrinding

Second Attack
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+16)[21]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+16)[29]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[22]
Force, Fleshgrinding

Third Attack
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+11)[19]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+11)[29]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[19]
Force, Fleshgrinding

[Alhallor]

Parzlaatamuun's wild strikes hit the human twice, but he is nimble and quick enough that he evades the third strike and parries the last one. He spits some blood out while your blades are crossed and counters. "You are nothing more than a slimy dretch, licking the dirt away under your masters toenails." His weapon seems to change subtly and then bursts into incredibly hot flames which he uses to attack the Lord of Silent Iron mercilessly.

Spoiler: Attack on Parz

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You realize that your target is barely bloodied and your level drain doesn't seem to affect him.
Attack 1 (1d20+40)[44] ; Damage (3d8+22)[43], Fire Damage (3d6+13)[26] Addition (2d6)[10]
Attack 2 (1d20+40)[59] ; Damage (3d8+22)[40], Fire Damage (3d6+13)[25] Addition (2d6)[10]
Attack 3 (1d20+35)[37] ; Damage (3d8+22)[40], Fire Damage (3d6+13)[22] Addition (2d6)[7]
Attack 4 (1d20+30)[35] ; Damage (3d8+22)[33], Fire Damage (3d6+13)[22] Addition (2d6)[9]
Every attack counts as chaotic and adamantine, ignoring your DR.

The last standing member of the Sunset mysterie falls under the blade of Raziel, skewered like the last one. His unused scroll falling down.

The shooter looks panicked after he's hit by Zara's bite. He retreats and evades her slamming into him with that.

"The ward isn't working!" He falls back, and shoots at her in desperation. His gloves seem to glow for a moment before he releases that arrow.

Spoiler: Attack on Zara

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You realize that you only stole one level from him. That does make him panic though. He made his save against the poison.
Attack (1d20+31)[42]
Damage (2d8+8)[14]; Skirmish (7d6+2)[29]

The robed figure in front of the spellbook Looks at Tayci and goes: "Sh..." He teleports a short distance away to evade the first harpoon, the second and third however still hit him.

"Die! Die! Die!" Despite having two harpoons stuck inside him he throws three blasts at the Daughter of Silence.

Spoiler: Attack on Tayci

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Attack 1 (1d20+30)[31] Touch attack, if hit SR check. (1d20+15)[27]; Damage (8d6)[28] Untyped damage
Attack 2 (1d20+25)[33] Touch attack, if hit SR check. (1d20+15)[33]; Damage (8d6)[29] Untyped damage
Attack 3 (1d20+20)[22] Touch attack, if hit SR check. (1d20+15)[31]; Damage (8d6)[26] Untyped Damage
Every hit provokes a Fort save against 21 or your blinded for one round.

Spoiler: Map

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Now a MAP with Pictures!

[Genth]

As the first slice comes within millimeters of slicing through Parzla's head, the only thing to save him being the cloud of duplicate images around his blurred form, he tries to raise an arm to block the second hit, only to find the blade biting into his metallic flesh and leaving a vicious wound, eliciting a yell of pain.

Spoiler: OOC

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174 HP, healed 6 to 180 then took 69 (nice) damage from the hit that got through. Current HP: 111

"Fool" he says, sidestepping the other slices of the blade, voice filled with rage, but also something else. Respect. Sort of. "The Dark Lord is long dead. I serve only myself. But I will grant you one thing, Mysterie." he launches into a flurry of attacks, trying to put the man down before any more harm can come to him.

Spoiler: OOC

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Second Verse, same as the first!

Attack 1 - (1d20+33)[41] | Damage (3d6+21)[27] plus (1d6)[3] Electricity plus 8 Fire
Attack 2 - (1d20+33)[42] | Damage (3d6+21)[33] plus (1d6)[2] Electricity plus 8 Fire
Attack Haste - (1d20+33)[36] | Damage (3d6+21)[35] plus (1d6)[6] Electricity plus 8 Fire
Attack 3 - (1d20+28)[39] | Damage (3d6+21)[29] plus (1d6)[5] Electricity plus 8 Fire

Rend (6d6+21)[45]
Discharge (12d6)[44]

"You are no weakling. If you were not bound to Outsider parasites, you could become so much more."

[LairdMaon]

The dual blasts for little to dissuade Tayci from continuing her attack. She lets loose a fresh volley of harpoons while making an ugly face at him.

Spoiler: ooc

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Hp: 123+6(fast healing)= 129/180


Wings of Fate and Made for the Sky are contributing. (Uncanny Dodge and Evasion)(bonuses to rolls)

First Attack
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+21)[32]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+21)[24]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[14]
Force, Fleshgrinding

Second Attack
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+16)[24]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+16)[22]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[22]
Force, Fleshgrinding

Third Attack
To Hit via ignoring armor (1d20+11)[21]

Spoiler: Lucky reroll

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To Hit (1d20+11)[23]

To Hurt (1d10+13)[18]
Force, Fleshgrinding

Fleshgrinding Harpoon #1
To Hurt (1d10+13)[20]
Force, turn 1/5

Fleshgrinding Harpoon #2
To Hurt (1d10+13)[21]
Force, turn 1/5

[Warlawk]

The Dark Angel suppresses his first instinct to rush to the side of the Herald of Destruction and instead launches himself toward the spellcaster Tayci is facing off against. His powerful wings launch him forward, the snap of his robes at the sudden movement a sharp counterpoint to the soft rustle of feathers. Raziel rolls around the throne in an aerial corkscrew, ebon feathers raining around him he drops lightly to the floor behind the robed man letting his spin terminate at the point of a deadly thrust of his blade.

Spoiler: OOC and Statblock Show Charge to the spellcaster in front of Tayci landing behind him, power attacking for 8. (1d20+28)[48] to hit (28 base, +6 Bardsong, +2 Charge, -8 Power Attack) (1d8+31)[38] Damage (+17 Base, +6 Bard Song, +8 Power attack) If above roll is 43+ it is a threat. (1d20+28)[36] to confirm (1d8+31)[34] Damage Raziel Angel NE Angel Bard 10, Sublime Chord 2//Angel 12, Level 12, Init 1, HP 134/134, Speed 30' / 60' Fly AC 37, Touch 11, Flat-footed 36, Fort 15, Ref 15, Will 20, Base Attack Bonus 12/7/2 Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Rapier +28/23/18 (1d8+17, 15+x2) Greater Magic Weapon +3 Cold Iron Falchion +28/23/18 (2d6+19, 18+x2) Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Breastplate, Githcraft, Magic Vestment +3 Mithral Heavy Shield (+8 Armor, +5 Shield, +1 Dex, -1 Size, +1 Deflect, +13 Natural) Abilities Str 20, Dex 12, Con 20, Int 13, Wis 19, Cha 28 Condition Inspire Courage +6, Glibness 110M/120M Tongues, Discern Lies, True Seeing Greater Magic Weapon +3, Magic Vestment Armor and Shield +3, Superior Resistance +6 Resistance Acid, Cold, Petrification+12, Resistance Fire, Electricity 6, +12 Vs Poison, DR 6/Good, SR 23. Magic Circle Vs Good (Bonus = Cha Mod) and Minor Globe of Invulnerability 3rd lvl spells. Regeneration 6/Good.

[AvatarVecna]

"Ward?" Zara queries, as if taste-testing the word. She backs away from the annoying morsel, as the air grows thick with blackblood.

Spoiler: OoC

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Sorry, been extremely distracted elsewhere. >.>

Move back a bit, Swift to Spider Dance a Greater Dispel Magic, then do my Blood Wind thing.

Targeted Dispel on this guy: (1d20+12)[20]

Bite: (1d20+22)[32] ((1d20+22)[29] crit confirm)
Damage: (1d6+8)[12] (+(1d6+8)[13] if crit)
Poison: (2d6)[3] Str damage (DC 19 Fort negates)
Negative Levels: 3 (or 1, if normally immune)

Slam: (1d20+22)[41] ((1d20+22)[40] crit confirm)
Damage: (2d6+18)[21] (+(2d6+18)[22] if crit)
Negative Levels: 3 (or 1, if normally immune)

Hopefully the Dispel gets something fun stripped off. I'll make additional Dispel checks as necessary, just lmk how many more I'll need to roll.

[Alhallor]

The sword wielder sneers. "I just work with them I'm a..." Parzlaatamuun hits him first and he begins to glow briefly. His image flashes and instead of a nearly naked man it seems he is actually loaded with stuff. A intricate porcelain mask, a helmet, a heavy looking, slighty glowing full plate, magic rings on his fingers… "You trig..." And he disappears. But with a quick, inhumane sweep Parzlaatamuun swipes something from him.

Spoiler: Swipe

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What will he get? (1d4)[2]
1 Mask
2 Left ring
3 Right ring
4 Belt

Zara has to adjust her aim slightly because the guy who was on the ceiling falls down now. All her attacks hit. When he crashes on the floor He seems weak like a newborn kitten but somehow still lives.

Tayci's enemy teleports a short distance away again but get's skewered by her remaining two harpoons. He staggers and smiles weakly. "You won't get me so eas…" And behind him appears Raziel and with a single strike puts him down.

The room is eerily silent for a single moment and then you all hear a loud, heavy thump. Like in a trance one of you destroys the throne and you follow the steps down a room. The slow deliberate sound, like from a heart reverbarates in your mind. The way before you is alight with green flames that bring you before a little pedestial. You see… Something.

It's not a heart, it looks more like a quivering lump of flesh, it has a swollen up closed eyelid on it. It's body? Is covered with small cuts that seem to leak more than one strange substance. One of it looks like blood, but doesn't smell like it. On another wound is seeping some thin yellow liquid. On another pours some thick dark blue syruplike substance. There are some lumps of thin translucent hair that covers some of it and a single round teeth, somewhere under it's eye. You feel a mind touching you briefly. It's full of pain and misery, but behind that you feel a consciousness that is old… Older than anyone of you can even imagine.

You feel that it's severed and broken and for a short moment, several images and knowledge flashes by and ingraines something into your mind.

You see one old dwarf, sitting in the lotus position, his body adorned with a strange robe. Several others dwarves in strange armour are around him, perhaps keeping watch over him?

There is a harsh frozen tundra and you can see great winged and scaled beasts battle in the sky.

You see a giant scrapyard of metal, some people made out of metal scavenging for something.

You feel yourself reduced to the mere beginnings of your power and see grand golden buildings, healthy humans and people are cheering on a radiating exalted being with an undiscernable face.

You feel a rush of power coming towards you and the poor remnants of the heart quiver and seems to lie still for a moment. But then move again, his "wounds" still bleeding.

Spoiler: OOC

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You all receive a 5 Bonus to resistance that you can apply freely to Fire, Electricity, Ice, Acid or sonic. Also you all get a Level up! (Meaning both sides of your gestalt.) Also you will all get a little something later.

When you go up again, everything is still how it was. The guy who was on the ceiling is not even trying to get up. But apparently he still breathes.

[Genth]

"We.. We did it. Yesssss." Parzlaatamuun says, looking down at the Heart, voice filled with glee and hunger. "Can you feel the power within this, allies? The age... with this, I think we could do great things. But..." he turns slightly, and looks outwards before his gaze falls on the survivor. "Where is Mordigar, weakling?" he asks, coldly.

[Alhallor]

The sole survivor struggles a bit, but the poison coursing through his veins make him movements minimal and weak.

"We" He breathes heavy "We killed him. Gart was" He coughs several times. "Just trying to burn his spell book. To vanquish all" He takes a deep breath "The evil that remained of him. We... Got his three horrors that… Guarded the North... West and East. The divinations… Mentioned we... Shouldn't bother the south…" He's wheezing. The few words already sapping most of his remaining strength.

"If… You let me live... They may not... Hunt you down."

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The guys had some nice stuff.
The three of the Mysterie had crap armor but all had some nice scrolls.
1x Summon Monster IX (Arcane)
2x Heal (Divine)
1x Divination (Divine)
1x Haste (Arcane)
2x Dimension Door (1 Arcane, 1 Divine)
The dwarf had nothing that survived Parlaatamuuns scream.
The guy who tried to burn the spellbook had a Ring of Protection +2
A Chasuble of Fell Power
2 Potions of Greater Mage Armor
The guy from the ceiling who is currently alive has.
A Composite Longbow +4 strenght, +3.
A greater Truedeath Crystal.
A Chain Shirt +3
2 Potions of spider climb
The ring Parzlaatamuun stole is not easily identifiable.
The spellbook has nine arcane pages that somehow still survived the Burning.
The pages are Mage Armor
Web
Haste
Life restored for a Price (Must be researched)
Permanency
Undeath to Death
Mages Sword
Mind Blank
Mage's Disjunction (all of These can also be used as scrolls.)

[Genth]

Parzlaatamuun places his taloned foot heavilly on the poor man's chest, looking down as he spills his truth out. "A shame. I was looking forward to eating his shrivelled soul." he says at the news of Mordigar's death. He gives a soft chuckle and pushes down a bit more heavily. "So your divinations led you here, but told you nothing of our arrival, hmm? It would seem your grasp on the skein is failing. This is good. Soon enough 'they' will come. They always try to prevent the inevitable. Listen well before your being is obliterated, weakling. This world will soon come under my foot, just as you are now. Know that you die, not to go to some faroff parasite plane, but to feed your superior." he growls, before pushing down and unleashing a torrent of electrical discharge, frying the man and in the process, sucking his soul into the cancerous wound that is the Lord of Silent Iron's being.

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Unnesecary? Yes. But still fun to roll for LEVEL 13 electric discharge! (13d6)[47]

Also eat his soul

1/5 ????

[Warlawk]

Raziel flicks his blade to the side, clearing the blood before sheathing it. The pulsing of the Heart resonates through the shattered words of creation cobbled together in his soul tugging him deeper into the chamber. He throws his head back as visions wash through his mind leaving behind tantalizing memories and visions. Shards of secret knowledge nestled in the folds of consciousness, left to be savored, deliciously drawing out every buried hint and intimation. Once the visions have passed the angel sags, looking wrung out. He wearily trudges back up the stairs as Parzla interrogates and summarily dispatches the last survivor. Poking through the items of value Raziel carefully organizes and tucks them away for safekeeping.

[Genth]

"It is time, I think, to consider our next plans, my friends." Parzlatamuun says, turning and crossing his arms as he looks towards the others. "We have a gift in this fortress, should we wish to take it. We could make it into a bastion of power and strength, able to reach out and impose a measure more control upon this fed-upon plane. I wish for this to happen. I desire Lordship of this place, and to begin my work anew, to make creatures of strength and power, able to impose their will upon the world. Here, it can begin, and I would have you all following me. You know me. You know I am not greedy. The Angel, I know, follows my own path. Lady Zara, you could have great strength, each and every corpse we lay low could be yours to do with as you will, and this bastion will need its guards. Tayci, you are lost, you need a guiding principle and you know it." he says, his speech careful and deliberate, gesturing to each in turn as he mentions them. Then he points towards the Heart. "That object has great power. Grand Maw will show us the way, but I will be the one to lead us. Will you join me?" he asks of the group, holding out his hands in a gesture of welcoming.

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Just a diplomacy roll to help y'all with your replies (1d20+20)[32]

[Warlawk]

The cowled head dips low in solemn response "You know I believe our goals coincide, as long as your leadership remains reasonable and guided I will follow." A grimace crosses the porcelain features barely visible beneath the hood and Raziel's voice is rough, difficult words grinding through his teeth as his hand cuts the air in denial "Though never again will I follow blindly" He shifts his stance to watch the others and gauge their response to the Herald's proposition.