Kabal makes it look so easy that Winter only stares open-mouthed at the sommersaulting giant Brevian!
Cat has at least the wits to dodge in the very last moment, but poor Winter is hit heavily
Somehow Desna does not like pool and so Winter does not suffer the same fate as some of the unlucky elves...
Now that you have survived the first "onroll" of doom, you have a moment to observe the scene:
Minutes ago there was a gigantic orrery here on the rooftop under a cupola of glass. Someone must have destryoed that fabulous work of art for all the golden planets are now rolling criss-cross over the rooftop maiming everything in their course...
Only a small part of the orrery at the far end of the rooftop is still intact and on the largest planet sits a drow...meditating as if this was the serenest place in all of Golarion.
HP 28/46
FYI guys Healing remaining:
2 CLW (1d8+1)
1 Channel - 30' (1d6)
4 Lay Hands (2d6) or 30' at 2 uses.
Wands.
Kabal curses under his breath when the giant ball hit WInter and took out some of the elves...shouldve snatched that thing up and tossed it bub...think faster next time...
Where the hell is Bree and them at?...Archers! Take out that drow up there.
Kabal starts making his cautious way towards the drow at the center.
Caterine reels from her near miss and witnessing Winter's less than enjoyable ride. She stays on the balls of her feel and keeps back, fearing what might come next.
The elves quickly get their bows ready, nock arrows and then...hesitate, the drow has raised his right hand, turned his palm outside and whispered a single word - and a split second later, the golden balls (size: diameter of about fifteen feet) stop in mid-motion.
The dark elf then rises and nimbly surfs down the side of the sphere he was sitting on.
Even Razorhorn is irritated by the figure that oozes pure confidence and takes a step back.
Mercus raises an eyebrow and looks at Kabal
Man, these drow f!*#ers really have some sort of inferiority complex...guess that's because they're dominated by their women, heh.
Meanwhile you were able to make out Bree and the others who were also dodging balls ahead of you.
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...Damn kid's gotta filthy f~++in mouth...where did he learn that crap from anyways...probably Bree...
Kabal looked at Mercus incredulously.
Ruled by their women? Huh? You're daft boy! Where did you hear that?
The Brevian kept making his way towards their friends that were closing in on the drow.
Bree knows that now that the drow is up and on his feet, the chances of her crossbow hitting him have slimmed down quite a bit, as little as they already were. She knows now that her only chance at getting a hit on him is going to be if she can get behind him, and even then her best chance will come if she can get in close with her blades. She begins to move to circle wide to get behind the drow, crossbow still out and readied for now.
The drow stops in the centre of the rooftop and smiles malignly at you...after a theatrical pause he cocks his head and points to the sky
You have about twenty seconds left, then you will perish, I know, it's quite a shame...you would surely have achieved this or that of no importance and maybe even saved him or her of no importance... he smiles and shrugs please, I have always wondered what the last thoughts of simple-witted individuals like you are...would you like to share your sentiments before you will be crushed?
Kabal didnt slow down at all as he made straight for the...pompous, spider kissing, bastard, son of a milkless goat...
And? You think you're gonna make it out of here bub?
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Sable starts to wonder himself if the drow has a contingency for getting itself out of this chaos. "To fall, to fly, I share the fate of my flock. Whether this is by your design or those of your ebon-feathered ilk, you will not see it come to fruition. Twenty seconds is more than enough time to cut your flight short. If the winds carried me here, then so be it, but I assure you we'll clutch one last victory in our talons."
Sable fires his crossbow at the drow.
Sable also glances around to see if the drow has an escape route in mind, or if anything beyond the ensuing chaos also seems out of the norm.
How do you tell a Dragon, 'Hey you almost stepped back on me' without sounding insignificant?...and did the Dragon just take a step back???
"So. I take it you are responsible for the comet. Are you here to ensure it hits its target this time? A near miss as evidenced from our time...maybe a miscalibration or calculation that you are here to fix."
Sebastian watches the Drow's eyes to see if a glance might give something away.
Winter watches the Drow, wishing he had wings to fly, and trying towork out how he might get to the Evildoer and wring its neck.
The bolt misses the drow by an inch or two and the wizard smiles and shakes his head
Fifteen seconds left. Well, I'm not responsible for THIS comet. It is just an echo of the past - scientifically we call it an "armageddon echo". When a catastrophe kills so many people like this comet did some thousand years ago, sometimes it creates an echo of itself that stays. It repeats itself again and again...my achievement was to lure you into this echo and trap you within. You survived the first impact in an impressive way, but you will hardly survive the second...third...fourth...whatever impact. You see, the trap is set up perfectly.
Winter looks to his comrades, he appears to be readying another monologue, you can feel it, the air around his is palpable with the sheer gravitas that accompanies one of his pending speeches.
Caterine is at a loss given her lack of ranged offensive options and general disquiet with the situation.
Kabal growled low in his broad chest. He was a half a second from charging the haughty drow and cutting him into two pieces...if I'm gonna die then I'm damn sure taking this punk with me..this I vow...
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Winter looks at his sword for a moment, then his armour, then across to the great Green Dragon beside him.
”So would you look at that? Your armour is green and strong as steel, and my armour is also green and strong as steel. My armour is forged from the Noqual ore of the very comets that threaten to come and smash us and send us all to the great beyond, a funny irony that both you and I will be entombed by the very ore I wear as my protection... my Green scales being the end of me, and here you are set to be killed because your Green scales identified you as an agent of Evil, to be coerced by the Drow into doing their bidding as a likely ally” Winter ebsures the Dragon well heard every letter and sylable.
”Yes, yes, I know in your chest beats a heart set on malice, yes I know that your mind is filler with rapacious thoughts and a voracious appetite for hording the wealth and largesse taken from others, and I know that you look at my kind as a threat and a menace to be removed for the very reasons I just suggested, that all too often my kind has persecuted your kind, and your kind has eaten mine. Once upon a time I held aloft a borrowed sword and imagined myself killing you over and over as I beat the sword against rocks and trees, waiting for the days when I would be a crusading knight bashing it against your Dragon scales in rescue of some imaginary captured damsel, but idn’t it strange how life changes us, how murky and unclear things become, we believe there is the ocean and the sand, and yet we miss how the water churns the sand as the waves hit, making the line become a mess of sand and water which looked so separate from afar, yet so obviously much more complex when we get right in close... the sand and the water creating an opaque foam... so too become our decisions, our judgments, and even the moral choices.”
”We too face a choice here, to fight as one or to perish, to gird our loins and understand that the great evil is the Drow, and in their hands and hearts lies the ability and the intent to kill us. Who knows? Maybe even if we win we lose, but I don’t expect to stand here and simply go quietly. My friends have endured enough already to simply come all this way to be defeated, Riddleport has gained too many orphans, too many lost loved ones, too many dead to simply add to their pile of bodies without putting up a valiant finish. Malice beats in your heart as too much kindness beats in mine, so maybe we both have our faults, but I tell you this, in no ploace in my heart is there a spot for dying atthe hands of this bunch of tip rats, and I will be walking myself thrugh to the gates of the Nine Hells with my bags packed for a long stay ahead of just giving up on my comrades and dying like a wretch, and yet I lack the wings to fly myself over there and smite that Drow fiend from here to the deepest pits of the Abyss, and yet you do have wings, so hear this Wyrm, I expect you to feel the same way, but you will bear me as your rider and draw me close so that we both wear our Green skins of steel with pride, and with your fang and my steel we will smash that fool so hard they will feel the hit in the realm of the outer gods. Bend your neck down now, and prepare to carry an angel! I promise I wont smite you this day.”
Winter makes his point rather clear, and walks to the Dragon fully expecting to get on and be borne aloft to put an end to all this Drow business for good. His face suggests he isn’t up for a conversation about it either, and is simply an Angel making a demand, as Angels do.
Diplomacy
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With Winter laying plans for his last bargain, Sebastian seeks to keep the Drow focused on revealing his plot. He strides forward and addresses the Drow but keeping acorner of his eye on Winter and the Dragon, "So beautiful that you are to be a fly caught in amber as well? Time would seem to run out for you as well, standing in our midst as time in the city comes to an end...oh wait<sarcastically>...you plan to escape...through the Shadow Door just over there. Convenient for such a clever trap to have an escape hatch built where you think only you may know where it is. Well here's the truly beautiful part, we plan to go through the Door, over your corpse, leaving it here to share the ignominy of what will be its eternal tomb of repeating punishment. And how will we do this...For our beautiful plan I will allow Winter and RazorHorn to explain." Sebastian bows and sweeps out of the way hoping fireworks will follow.
The drow looks rather amused at Winter as the angelic paladin starts his speech, bored after some sentences he turns his attention to Sebastian and replies
Ten seconds...well my scholarly friend. The plan is flawless and I guess you have already realized that a shadow gate will only open in a SHADOW...now look whose shadow will be falling upon us in mere heartbeats!?
He turns to face the sky where the black orb of death has nearly reached the size it had when it struck for the first time.
To the drow's left the dragon has also understood that his own near-immortal existence is at stake and without further negotiations follows Winter's will and bows his neck...
Winter gets on the Dragon, and whispers it to launch itself at the Drow, "Lets put a shadow on that upstart and kick him back to the Abyss" , sword in hand, Winter prepares to take the Drow out of this mortal realm, by sword and by Dragon...
"If the shadow crosses, run for the portal comrades!"
The moment Razorhorn prepares for the jumping attack and Kabal has nearly reached the drow wizard, the golden balls suddenly start to move again!
While you try to dodge the spheres of doom, the shadow of the meteor falls on Celwynvian once more, but this time you are prepared, at the right place and know what to look for!
In the centre of the rooftop, next to the wizard a shadowy gate opens...
Acrobatics:
Caterine deftly avoids the balls of squashy doom.
Bree is able to doge the moving balls once more, and heading Winter's words, she heads for the portal when she sees it open instead of further attacking the Drow.
...who knew I'd be so g%~ d&*ned light on my feet?...
Kabal had to fight every instinct that raged through his body to not attempt to cut the drow in half...hellfire...I'm tempted to chuck one of these damn, metal balls at the punk... Survival being the more powerful instinct won out and the Brevian made his nimble way towards the shadowy gate...unless this is just part of the trap... He waved an obscene gesture at the drow with a promise of
"Physics people! Watch the angles when they bounce!"
Acrobatics
The moment Razorhorn prepares for the jumping attack...
Kabal and Mercus are first to jump right into the black portal, Sebastian is second, then Cat, Bree and Sable follow - Silsavar pushes Evianna into the yawning darkness and follows right behind.
The moment Razorhorn grabs the drow in one of his massive claws, he's hit by one of the planet spheres and instantly knocked unconscious...Winter and the dark-elven wizard are catapulted forward when the dragon skitters over the rooftop and both fall right into the shadow gate...behind them Cerwynvian is once again destroyed by a meteor...
Fortitude:
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