Petrova advanced and made her attack valiantly, but the cacodaemon evaded. However, this distraction made it all the easier to hit on the part of Talon, who nearly killed it in one go.
It still lived, however, and made to take its revenge.
It managed to hold on through Kanthuun's gale, but only barely. However, the winds dispersed the poisonous fog with ease, leaving a creature exposed not fifteen feet away from behind Hanethes, hunched over and sneaking on three legs, beak-like mouth ajar.
This is a suspiridaemon. You talked about them earlier and made jokes that compared them to the girls in the party.
The cacodaemon withdrew upwards, hissing and spitting and reacting as if terrified.
The vulnadaemon reacted to its unveiling with a massive gasp that made a deafening sound whilst stealing air out of nearby lungs.
The vulnadaemon killed the cacodaemon, but really didn't seem bothered by this fact.
Talon steels himself against the deafening gasp.
Fort Save:
Ugh, it's still prettier than Petrova... Drovya gurgles as he hunches over from the force of the Suspiradaemon's attack. Hanethes! Behind you! The bow tumbles from his fingers as he draws Black Ivan with considerable difficulty.
Rohini's head blows back from the force of the deafening gasp and then lurches back as she vomits on the floor.
Kanthuun lurches back, his skin suddenly rioting with purple and blue spots, his eyes bulging.
Fort:
Hanethes is also blasted back by the foul stench, and seeing Rohini vomit on the floor swiftly produces the same effect.
Arasmes, Petrova, Talon, Kanthuun, Monsters, Drovya, Hanethes, Rohini
Petrova moves towards Shrieky on an angle, leaving Talon an avenue to move up as well to eventually flank. She then slashes with her scimitar.
Attack:
Likely to no avail.
Talon takes said flank, swinging Stark in a horizontal arc.
Arasmes moved adjacent to Talon and murmured a prayer to shield him from the creature's abilities, assuming that, yet again, the fighter would be the main focus of violent attention.
The monster avoided Petrova's blade, its grotesque tongue waggling with the movement. Talon was yet again able to take advantage of the dancer's distraction to strike a mighty blow, though the glowing nature of his weapon didn't seem to be making it anymore effective than previously. Still, it flinched, rasping with the breathing it didn't have to indulge in.
In a split second, the group surrounding the daemon found the air much thinner, as if they'd ascended a great mountain.
The monster moved off to the side, away from his assailants.
Unfortunately for Talon, bravado makes a poor substitute for equilibrium as he feels himself getting tired. However, he is not too tired to take advantage of the opening and seeing as this thing lacked wings, he swings his weapon low to attempt to take it off it's feet.
In an amazing sweep, the suspiridaemon's bulk was thrown to the ground, despite the stability one would assume 3 legs granted.
Fort:
Attack of Opportunity:
Petrova's attack might have hit if the creature hadn't been tripped a split second before her blade struck out.
Though rather pathetic looking on the ground, the monster turns its head upwards and hacks something without discernment, a blue shock moving through its skin and out of its now-motioning claws to manifest into a spell.
Talon coughs as the vapors enter his lungs, but he fights off it's attempt to kill him.
Petrova sees the opening the creature makes, and falls back on her years of informal training in the back alleys of Katapesh.
Attack:
Damage:
However, it won't get past DR, most likely.
Fort save:
Petrova buries her sword in the creature's gullet, but hisses in anger as it laughs off the wound. That proves to be her undoing, however, as she breathes in the lethal fumes and collapses.
Talon's eyes go wide as he sees the Dancer drop dead. True, she was mostly a b$@~% to him. But she was an ally, a pretty one at that. He starts seething with anger.
"More clouds...stay back...deadly..." Kanthuun croaks, unaware of much else save the fog.
Kanthuun ignores the thin air, for what it's worth.
Hanethes covers his mouth and nose and backs away from the toxic cloud.
He looks at it swiftly to see if there is a way to move under it without being affected by it.
"By Cayden's beer, I'm not built for this sort of thing." Hanethes agonizes, seeing no way to help his companions.
Spellcraft:
Rohini, not yet knowing what has happened, yells out to her allies, "Get out of there! Come back and let's plan our attack!"
On her turn she channels positive energy, excluding the dameon.
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She then moves back out of the room, ending her move when she is 40 feet from the daemon.
Unsure of what the clouds are, but wary from Kanthuun's warning and unable to see what events are transpiring within, Drovya fears the worst. However, not wanting to leave the others to an uncertain fate, he charges Black Ivan with arcane power and rushes in to where he saw the creature drop, calling out as he goes, Kanthya! Get rid of that cloud!
[ooc]Swift action to +3 keen.[ooc]
Drovya is able to resist the noxious poison of the clouds, but the creature's aura overcomes him. Nevertheless, he strikes at its prone form, overcome by rage upon seeing the Dancer's supine form.
Drovya's hurtling attack elicits a screeching telepathic scream of agony, followed by more rasping as Black Ivan rends into its torso, drawing blue, starving blood from a major blood vessel in its fiendish form.
"What has happened?!" Arasmes called into the cloud before turning to Rohini and Kanthuun to shake his head in apology before rushing in after the others, his arm covering his nose and mouth to shield him from the spell's vapors.
It wasn't enough. The inquisitor joined the Shadow Dancer in death, morningstar clattering noisily to the ground.
As soon as the Drovya and Arasmes enters the cloud, Talon tries to warn them away. However it is too late for Arasmes as another ally is slain. At least Drovya was still standing. Talon did have thoughts of dragging the bodies out, but he wasn't going to leave another ally to die by himself. He maneuvers for the flank.
Kanthuun spits and raises a hand, saying words now slightly familiar.
Kanthuun read his second scroll with more expedience and urgency, causing another gust to sweep through the area, dispersing the toxic cloud to reveal all that had occurred within and sparing allies from further effects.
Though more than bloodied, the suspiridaemon began chanting again, curling unto itself wretchedly, bloodshot-eyes staring upwards at its assailants.
The hand movements indicate a casting of Vampiric Touch
The monster seemed to drain the life out of the magus and take it for itself before attempting to stand.
Drovya visibly paled as the daemon sucked the life out of him but struck out nonetheless as it tried to rise, his face a mask of determination and rage as Black Ivan hacked and stabbed at the creature.
Talon takes the opportunity to bring Stark down onto the creature.
Drovya lashes out once more.
The two warriors synchronized their movements, ripping the creature in half with three savage bladed strokes, blood spattering over their vestments.
Talon puts Stark away and picks up the fallen bodies of his former comrades. He then solemnly carries them out of the fog.
Drovya follows Talon, assisting with Petrova's and Arasmes' bodies.
Not like this, he whispers to himself. Gods, why did they have to die in this awful place.
Seeing the fog finally disperse, Hanethes turns toward the others, and is dismayed at the sight before him.
"No! Petrova! And Arasmes too?"
He seems particularly hurt.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't see any way I could help you. Not with the poison cloud growing the way it was. If only..... " Hanethes shakes his head in sorrow and no small amount of shame.
"Is this my fault?" He asks to no one in particular.
"It's alright, Han. It was that creature's fault, not yours. But it's dead now." Talon puts the bodies down and looks at them in silence. They came here to save one soul and lost their lives.