Seeing the others accept Tolenn's suggestion with sudden alacrity, Tolenn runs to catch up, stumbling a little as she'd forgotten about her enlarged form.
Skidding to a stop just withing the noisome temple, she notes the statue of Urgathoa , then focusses on the target of her righteous fury,
Lady Andaisin.
As the adventurers rush in to back up Wednesday and Terri, the sole remaining culstist rank-and-filer does his best to hold back the tide - starting with Wednesday. He almost laughs when his blow actually catches his target in a vulnerable spot (for 7 points of damage).
Then his face kind of falls as he sees not only Cassandra and Amira sprinting in, but also an enlarged Tolenn.
Terri comes sliding to a halt behind Tolenn. A prayer already on her lips as she began to bless the others.
"Protect our hearts and minds from those that would harm us," she says beginning her prayer.
Andaisin fails to avoid the flaming sphere but isn't burned particularly badly by it. In response, she starts walking away from it, up into the air above the fountain and Urgathoa statue (about 15 feet up in the end). From that vantage point, she casts a spell.
Wednesday's first attack splatters the cultist (who was pretty badly wounded).
Cassandra kisses Amira lightly. Magic flows from the wizard into the Druid.
"Your turn. Be careful."
Another corpse falls in a pool of its own blood, courtesy of his companions blades. This left but one adversary for them to bring down. She has already felt the bite of his magical fire and she may yet feel it again before this fight ends.
Victor's index and middle finger were pointed at his still burning spell. The sorcerer motioned his fingers in the direction of their foe, in response a shadow duplicate of himself leapt from his dark reflection, launched itself towards the flaming sphere and kicked it after Andaisin. The ball of fire bathed the area around it with a flickering, orange light as it rose into the air, its flames hungry for another taste of the sorcerer's enemy.
The same hand Victor used to motion towards Andaisin filled with a tar like liquid with an acidic tint. The mage swiftly flung the blackish liquid at the floating woman hoping to assault her with not only fire but also acid.
Tolenn feels the ill-wrought magic steal over her, her vision blurring for but a moment, until with a shake of her head, Tolenn is able to throw off the enchantment.
"Aid us as we fight those that would prey on the weak. Help us defend the innocent," the prayer continues.
The rumble of thunder echoes in the chamber as Terri's holy symbol begins to arc with blue-white sparks that soon begin to travel down her arm.
Closing her eyes for a second as the kiss sends a flow of magic into her, Amira gives Cassandra a little smile. "Always." she says with a wink. Turning to face the enemy she moves closer to the fountain, sending her enchanted starknife spinning towards the woman.
Stepping carefully around Cassandra and Wednesday, Tolenn advances on the hovering priestess, wary of the water in the fountain, but certain her divine purpose will protect her.
She is tempted to entreat the woman to abandon the pestilence of her goddess and embrace the light of Saranae or the warm embrace of Sheyln, but seeing the malice marring the woman's features, realizes that such an offer would be rebuffed immediately.
Resigned to resolving this physically, Tolenn brings her scimitar to bear, calling upon Saranea's light to guide her....
Andaisin sidesteps the flaming sphere this time and Amira's star knife bounces off her armor and protective wards. She cannot sidestep Tolenn's attack, however. And that's a solid hit.
Lady Andaisin shuffles back a step (as if she's walking on air) to get out of Tolenn's reach and says, with a sneer, "You hopeful fools. You think you can save yourselves and your city from the Pallid Princess's touch? Prostrate yourselves and I shall make your end swift."
Her voice takes on a powerful tone as she commands you to "Halt!".
"Wow. How does she not spit out her teeth with so many 'p' sounds?" Cassandra wonders, as the spell flows right over her.
Then Cassandra steps forward and twirls her grappling hook before letting go.
"Toleen!" Cassandra tosses the (currently) giantess her grappling hook and rope. "Bring her down!"
Victor aimed his hand at his own shadow and unleashed for blasts of force at it. His silhouette shuddered and splashed upward into the air as if it was a disturbed pool of water.
The four eldritch blasts came out of Andaisin's shadow and raced to slam into her.
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"Wow. How does she not spit out her teeth with so many 'p' sounds?" Cassandra wonders, as the spell flows right over her.
Then Cassandra steps forward and twirls her grappling hook before letting go.
"Toleen!" Cassandra tosses the (currently) giantess her grappling hook and rope. "Bring her down!"
Amira gives the woman a look somewhere between contempt and annoyance, clearly making no effort to stop.
A volley of magic missiles streak out of the hall, pelting Andaisin fairly hard.
Terri, hopefully lucky at love because she's currently unlucky at die rolls, stops and stands, her eyes fixed on Andaisin. The spell she was casting is, unfortunately, lost.
Cassandra lobs her grappling hook Tolenn's way - only to have it clang off her shield and hit the floor of the chamber. Park slaps his forehead in dismay with a "D'oh!"
Terri freezes, going quiet mid-syllable. The rumbling of thunder fades into nothingness and the energy arcing from her symbol and along her arm fades with it.
She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't make a noise beyond a terrified whimper as the words catch in her throat. The divine power she had been gifted for the spell she was casting was gone. Just, gone.
She looks up at Andaisin, and worries about what else the vile priestess could make her do if she wished it.
Strangely enough it appeared Andaisin's own shadow reached out to the ball of fire, grabbed old of it and dragged it to her. All this occurred after Victor motioned towards her with his hand.
The sorcerer was advancing forward now and he found it strange that Terri was not charging onwards as usual. He found no explanation to this Impossible for her to be afraid of the floating lunatic...did she do something to her? Something I didn't notice?
The thown grappling hook lands with a clang, drawing only a momentary glance from Tolenn, Cassandra's idea had merit....had I an extra arm or two."
Seeing that the priestess had moved to keep the fountain between them, Tolenn moves to a more advantageous location, her scimitar flashing...
Eyes narrowing as she studies the woman's movement, Amira realizes she is more walking in air than flying. Quickly drawing a shoanti bolas from her belt, she sends the unusual weapon spinning towards the @#$%^'s ankles.
The flaming sphere catches up with Andaisin, giving her a bad burn.
Toulon steps around the statue in the fountain, as Wednesday clambers up it, and delivers a relatively weak blow to the priestess of Urgathoa. Fortunately, the power of the Dawnflower gives it a little extra mustard.
In the meantime, Wednesday makes it into position - precarious, but within reach of the priestess. Andaisin's eyes flash at Wednesday's crassness, but before she can do anything about it, Amira's bola hits her in the shins. They catch her in a particularly sensitive spot and she falls - sort of. She falls into a prone position about at her current level of elevation.
Andaisin, closely beset and increasingly angry, clasps the holy symbol around her neck and a wave of pain and dismay wash over many of the heroes.
Then, she stands back up.
Wednesday frantically lashes out amid the negative energies breaking his body down at the basest of levels.
Tolenn grimaces as Andaisin's prayer causes unholy energy to course through her body. She is unshaken however in her resolve to see the woman brought down. Seeing an opportunity as the foul priestess stands up , she strikes...
She then presses her attack with Wednesday...
Seeing Wednesday on the verge of collapse, Terri shakes the doubt and fear from he rmind and steps forward and channels Shelyn's grace to heal his wounds, hopefully without prolonging the fight.
Seeing Wednesday on the verge of collapse, Terri shakes the doubt and fear from he rmind and steps forward and channels Shelyn's grace to heal his wounds, hopefully without prolonging the fight.
"Ow!" Cassandra says as the negative energy plays havoc with her aura. Or whatever it is negative energy does. "Watch it, lady! I'm fighting evil here!"
Cassandra hops over to Terri and touches her, infusing the cleric with magic.
As Andaisin stands, both Tolenn and Wednesday batter her. And then both batter her some more. Unable to withstand the divinely-fueled punishment, the priestess of Urgathoa dies - not falls unconscious, outright dies. Without any form of will behind it, the air walk spell on her gently wafts her dead body to the floor.
The greater command doesn't automatically expire with her death, leaving Terri halted in her tracks... barring a successful save.
Wednesday watches tensely as the Priestess' body crumples and slowly descends towards the ground.
"Why is it that every time I climb up something it ends with me killing a woman?" he mutters to himself.
The sorcerer of the street placed his hand to his mouth and began clicking his tongue several times. A ripple went through his shadow and soon after the sound of metal being bent and ripped erupted from the statue.
"Very funny." Wednesday lets out after a split second of concern.
Terri remains rooted to her spot, her hand still uselessly raised and holding her holy symbol.
Tolenn stares at the still, slowly descending body of their foe, a stillness coming over her.
She felt satisfaction , colored with regret; that such an obviously capable woman would pursue such an avenue to power
With a sigh, she turns to Wednesday, "Be at ease, Wednesday. This woman deserved her fate."
"Still, I'm noticing a pattern."
Gravity claimed the woman's body that has once ignored its grasp. Victor stared at the corpse for a few moments before turning away his concern saved for more deserving parties as far as he was concerned. The mage's eye focused on Terri who remained as she was seconds ago, almost frozen in place; as if chains he could not see restricted her movement.
The sorcerer placed a hand not far from the blond's face and concentrated. His ebony reflection upon the floor shifting, morphing and expanding before returning to its original form once more. While his face carried its usual scowl, a clear look of concern was in his eyes neighboring the focus that he placed on the spell.
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