The Four Pillars

Game Master chavamana

"Oh, good, my friend with the deep voice is here! Why don't you get that blade off my leg and cut these ropes, maybe they'll go easier on you when they break through this door!" It's clear she's used to having very loud conversations. Or just being very loud.

"Earth elemental."

"Agreed," Chancre says. "It is still disturbing to see violence done to an animal. Even if the animal is unreal."

"A glaive can take some of us out with a single hit ... Can someone be on alert to revive anyone who goes down with a potion? Horgus, would you be willing to do that?"

"And are we just leaving the sniper behind us? Or is there anyone who can take him down quickly?"

"Drea, shall we do this dance together?" asks Míril as they get ready for action.

"Drea, shall we do this dance together?" asks Míril as they get ready for action.

Drea grins. "I'd be delighted."

After looking at the map, I think we need a round to get into position / summon the elemental / attack and be attacked by the sniper before we open the door. GM, should I revise my round 1 action? Post a round 0 action?

Since this round 1 was flowing from a semi-combat, I'd prefer not to become so worried about the map. I was going with the move near to or into room and standard action assumption for this round, triggered by the elemental setting off the ambush. Which does limit your available actions for round 1, but it looked like most of you were going with that assumption anyway.

Unless, you'd like me to have two rounds to stab the prisoner. My bad guys are cool with this.

Roshan slaps his chest moves two fingers on one hand rapidly with tips pointed down towards the floor. He moves his hand in a zig zag pattern towards the enemy. Then he points towards Aravashnial, makes a hulk pose and stomping towards the enemy and then a waive towards the rest of the group. Then he stops and looks at Aravashnial apparently trying to time his move.

Just as Aravashnial's chant comes to it's conclusion Roshan dodges to the front of the group, going through the space the elemental is being summoned into the room, drawing attacks from every single cultist near the door. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 241d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Moving through the room to finish up by the bound prisoner, Roshan takes 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 damage.

A split second later the elemental is summoned right out of the door and moves in incredibly cautiously. And is also attacked by every single cultist by the door. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 Two of the other cultist get glaive in the small elemental dealing 2d10 + 6 ⇒ (8, 6) + 6 = 20 damage. And is almost immediately sent back to where it came from.

Chancre prepares to follow the Earth Elemental down the hall, corkscrew in hand. He is able to safely move past the glaive cultist in the door.

Hosilla, a tall woman with a long, dour face, looks at the people coming through the door and proceeds to carry though on her threat, driving the dagger into the femoral artery of the bound woman's leg. Samirah take 1 hit point but is bleeding 1 hit point per round. Then grabs a glaive decorated with red runes from the table.

Drea moves into the room and darts around to the north, providing flanking on the cultist nearer to the door. She then lashes out at guard next to her - who falls to the ground.

Míril draws her sword and follows in close to Drea. And successfully sneak attacks her flanked foe.

The tiefling male puts an arm out, moving the leader away from being in an easily flanked position, keeping himself between Chancre and Hosilla.

The two nearest to Roshan strike out at him, one shortening her grasp on her glaive to properly attack the adjacent man. Roshan manages to dodge both.

The flanked woman and the one in the apex of the group attack Miril, but she manages to dodge those attacks.

The last cultist pulls herself to feet, drawing an attack from Drea (1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 131d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6) but managing to tag an blow on Drea in return. (Drea takes 8 hit points.)

Kon moves to the point just below the sniper, another arrow deflecting off of his magical armor, and motions towards the knife sticking out of the woman on the table. The knife pulls out of leg and roughly saws at the bonds around her wrists.

Drea does a quick mental comparison of this fight to the previous one.

"Aravashnial, I might be overreacting, but I personally think another summoning may be in order," she says. "I think this could potentially go very badly very quickly."

"Are you interested in talking about gods?" Chancre asks.

"Are you interested in talking about gods?" Chancre asks.

"Are you looking to convert to a proper one?"

Chancre Cailean wrote:

"Are you interested in talking about gods?" Chancre asks.

"Are you looking to convert to a proper one?"

"I was about to ask you that question. Tell me about yours."

"Pleased to meet you, by the way," Drea says to the Ifrit on the table as she ducks under a swinging blade. Her face is mostly concealed by the deep hood of her cloak, but the occasional flash of white fangs or glowing eyes is visible. "I'm called Drea. And I generally get knocked unconscious right around this point, so I thought an introduction might be better sooner rather than late."

Samirah refuses to scream, as promised. But anyone listening very closely might here a string of muttered curses in Ignan.

The Minions of the Minotaur - Round 2

Roshan's fingers twitch towards his throwing daggers, but his eyes twitch down towards the almost freed woman, then his own blood dripping onto the floor. He takes a step towards the haughty Hosilla, carefully positioning himself, then downs a potion. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 71d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 His caution is enough. [dice](Roshan heals 7 hit points.)[/ooc]

Muttered curses from behind the barrier where Aravashnial was casting from then the sing-chant. Followed by Anevia's softer tones. Then Aneiva moves up to the corner, taking aim at the sniper above Kon's niche. But her arrow breaks on stone as she tries to keep some cover of her own.

"Step aside, tiefling," Chancre says. "I would grapple with your boss."

...and when the tiefling declines, Chancre attacks it with his blade. Successfully, but only for a nick.

Hosilla shoots Chancre a contemptuous look, "Not even if I needed something to sacrifice."

"The Master of the Maze. My lord beat Asomodeus at his own game, taking part of that devil's plane for his own. He teaches us that all things are possible for us, we just must learn how to listen and use what our enemies ignore."

"Like the freaks. Such a useful commodity, and not a single one of the self-righteous prigs even cared about them."

An aura flares out from the woman, she briefly considers Chancre, then causually stabs her glaive into Drea. "You... just aren't worth the time. Maybe if you actually learn something." (Drea take 15 points of damage. Leaving her teetering at 0 hit points.)

Samirah grabs the knife. "Thank you, deep voice! I owe you a..." her voice trails off as she stares, mesmerized by the frost the sorcerer is conjuring. She tears her eyes away and attempts to lunge toward Hosilla and the Tiefling bodyguard. The pain in her leg is enough to stop her, and she looks for something she can use to bind the wound. She flicks through the ropes binding her legs, ripping off a section of pants as she does so.

Drea slams her fist into the face of the cultist beside her who falls to the groud, and then her fangs flash towards the one between her and Míril, closing on air.

Míril maintains her flanking position on the cultist and strikes at him.

The tiefling silently hinders Chancre path to the woman.

The cultists make quick precise attacks, emboldened or afeared of their leader. (Miril takes 11 hp points. Roshan take 11 hit points.) One of the cultists takes a step towards Miril, clearly aiming for the door and the spellcaster behind it.

The bonds cut, Konstantin releases his telekinetic hold on the blade. He returns fire on the sniper, sending a ray of frost up to meet him.

"Mine played Aroden's game and came out victorious. He prizes independent thought, personal choice, freedom, a bit of wine, and a bit of luck. I like to say that lucky is holy."

"I feel that I personally embody this."

"Aroden wasn't even a god, just a human with pretensions of grandeur."

"Yours is just a leech and a drunk." A smirk, "And you do. Only you are hideous as well."

"Tall words from the follower of a bovine consort," Chancre says. "A hider-behind."

Chancre laughs. "But you're right on one point. I'm not as pretty as I used to be when I was young and had all my teeth."

"... If anyone has any brilliant ideas, now would really be the time to pull them out."

As Samirah binds the wound on her leg, she eyes Drea. "You seem like the resilient sort; I'm sure we'll get a proper introduction when our foes have fallen." She jumps down from the table. "And you'll have my name after I have words with Hosilla and her shield." She grins, perhaps a little madly, and turns to join the fray.

The Minions of the Minotaur - Round 2

Roshan attempts to open a hole in the enemy line. If he's going to go down, he's going to go down fighting, not drowning in g@#-d++ned piss water healing potions. He steps back away from the red glaive3 b&@+& and the pikers and lets fly again. And one of the chakram hit, drawing blood just before Roshan falls to the ground.

Aravashnial's sing chant ends, with a poof of stardust a 100 pound leopard appears in the room. It jumps with a vengenace on one of the glaive wielders who goes down under the cat, prone but not dead. Faintly from the pool room, "Well, I don't even know if I'd consider myself a wizard anymore."

Anevia shoot at the sniper again. This time her arrow is true and the man slumps against his perch, blood dripping down next to Kon.

Again Chancre swizzles at the tiefling with his corkscrewed blade. Another nick the tiefling bears stoically.

"I fight just fine from back here." The woman says, stabbing Drea again, who falls to the ground. (Drea take 9 hit points.)

After speaking to Drea, Samirah turns and attempts to dance around the tiefling to reach the woman he's protecting. Being on the other side from the tiefling, she finds it easier, but she looks uncomfortable with the small dagger and misses Hosilla - stopped not by the armor, but by a dark shield of force that only appeared to deflect the attack.

Seeing Drea's predicament, Míril dances around the guard between them. Activating her scale, she lays hands on the succubus. (Drea heals 4 hit points and is stable at -5 hit points.)

The tiefling silently hinders Chancre path to the woman. And nudges to woman slightly, making her harder to attack.

One cultist strikes out unsuccussfully at the cat mauling the other cultist, another just misses Miril. The last takes advantage of Miril's absence to move up to the doorway and stab Konstantin. Kon take 5 hit points.

Kon takes a step back, casting defensively, and fires a ray of frost at the woman in the doorway, successfully.

"What? We're done talkng?"

"What? We're done talkng?"

Hosilla looks at the fallen Drea. The fallen Roshan. "I'm all for talking, after all I've gone from one sacrifice to two. I'm ahead."

"What is the purpose of the sacrifice? Is it for you? Your god? Clearly you are not sacrificing something dear to you, but rather something dear to another."

"What is the purpose of the sacrifice? Is it for you? Your god? Clearly you are not sacrificing something dear to you, but rather something dear to another."

"My lord wants knowledge and secrets." She smiles, "Blood just makes the abyss stronger and it doesn't have to be blood that matters to me."

"It is the sacrifice, not my sacrifice."

"... like effing clockwork," Drea mutters as she slips into unconsciousness.

Roshan has (properly) pointed out he still has one hit point and is not on the ground.

The Minions of the Minotaur - Round 4

Roshan runs forward and behind the former prisoner, slides across the table scooping up Drea and pulling her with him further behind Chancre and Miril's protective shielding. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 He manages to get through the gauntlet of attacks just barely avoiding the blades.

He quickly and adeptly administers another potion. Drea heals 6 hit points and is conscious at 1 hit point.

The leopard bats at its grappled prey with a heavy paw, moving closer to the creature attempting to perforate it. The cat mauls the first cultist into a bloody heap with the paw, just to turn on the next cultist, it's jaw grappling the glaive user.

Anevia takes a step back and shoots at the woman in the doorway. The arrow hits a glancing blow.

Chancre changes his stance slightly and swazzles at the tiefling. It is... less than successful.

Samirah gives the dagger in her hand a look of loathing, and when she turns to attack the tiefling after her failed attempt on Hosilla, a cry of joy escapes her. She spots her beloved scimitar behind the chakram thrower, and dashes to the other side of the room to grab it.

Hosilla takes a step, "On that note, I believe I already promised your soul to someone." The glaive hits, but not in a middle of the nerve cluster. Samirah takes 9 hit points.

The tiefling continues to hinder Chancre... and anyone else approaching from that side.

The cultists attack - unsuccessfully - although the one being grappled by the cat manages to hit it with a gauntlet.

Silver claws flash from Konstantin's fingertips as he steps back in close to his attacker. A quick flash of energy begins to close the wound he suffered. The attacker in the doorway looks heavily damaged, but not enough to go down yet.

"Wait wait wait -- blood and souls? I'm confused here."

Round 5