Be sumting wrong bout dis new situation! Me chicken legs be overcook'n!
Tam's unconscious self just lays there, dying.
The northeast priest casts Protection from Good on himself, then yells at his acolytes to follow suit and advance.
His nearby foes vanquished...or rather squished, Lolygert turns to find himself yet more evil-doers to slay!
He spies a nearby priest and in a blaze of speed....attacks!
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"Gods damn it, Bedlam."
Terapin twiddles his fingers and summons a second magma mephit into the lava pool: Magnus the Magma Magnate, who is not nearly as fun as LaVar but is obsessive about keeping impurities out of his product. LeVar and he used to be friends in college, but Magnus sold out almost immediately upon graduation to work for his father's molten exports business while LaVar never let the party die. Now they mostly only see each other at Delta Delta Delta reunion fundraiser events, and they're cordial but not close.
"Oh eugh, EUGH, there's dwarf in here," Magnus fumes, snuffing some of the lava and wrinkling his nose in distaste. "A chemically tainted dwarf, no less. Just shameful." Magnus knows, as it is his business to know, that when confused animals like dwarves find their way into your magma stock you've got to fish them out quickly, before they get too soupy to grab onto and taint the whole batch. He casts about for a lava pool skimmer but finds none; dear gods, he's going to have to touch the thing. Well. He didn't climb the corporate ladder by being squeamish, after all. (He climbed it by being the son of the owner, but shush.)
Magnus lifts the dwarf by the neck and the crotch and tosses it distastefully back out of the pool to sprawl in a damp heap to the immediate north.
Rook, meanwhile, steps over the mess he was fighting earlier and charges the two cultists to the north, slashing at the left one because left to right is how one must read for writing to make sense and he is lawful and very literate.
Snicker-snack.
Magnus, always appreciating how surprisingly and suddenly buff he is when summoned by Terapin, chucks Bedlam out of the lava.
The alchemist fades from red to black as the lava cools. He's not looking so hot. Wait. I mean. He looks hot. No wait. He looks cool. Uh... he looks bad. But he's fighting cultists! He looks good! But he's disfigured... let's just say words can't describe our mad bomber companion. Somehow, the good, the bad, and the ugly of him's still conscious. Barely.
Rook's sword doesn't care that the cultist is protected from good.
He crits the cultist all the way to the pit.
Meanwhile, Lolly rushes the entangled high priest and slashes him hard.
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Bedlam--smoke drifting angrily away from him--lies completely still. The pool of dwarf skin and dwarf hair and dwarf dwarf do seem to be a bit pooled underneath him.
He has looked better, but really let's be honest, the dwarf was never going to win 2nd place in a beauty contest.
Having gone over to the red dragon dark side, the Alchemist hasn't really looked that much different than he is currently.
He does give a thumbs up to Magnus, LaVar and Terapin even got a wink.
Bedlam then lays quietly a bit red in the face!
Tragershen gestures, but not at any foe in particular. Instead, the spot he points sprouts massive black tentacles that spread in an instance.
Prescience ( 3 of 8)
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That shouldn't break his invisibility since it is not a targeted attack.
Edit: Let's substitute that 8 from prescience for the 6, to give it a 21 to grapple them all this round.
Black Tentacles unfurl in the dark temple, grappling all the priests on the east side of the fell fane.
The West Priest fires off what will likely be his final Channel Negative, hitting the whole party except for Lolly and Terapin, who remains in the passage outside the temple.
He catches the nearest acolyte, too, knocking Orcus' minion into unconsciousness.
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Bedlam falls from Hold Person into unconsciousness. Roll to stabilize, Bedlam! Which means...
BLACK TENTACLES
School conjuration (creation); Level sorcerer/wizard 4
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (octopus or squid tentacle)
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Area 20-ft.-radius spread
Duration 1 round/level (D)
Saving Throw: none; Spell Resistance: no
Bedlam exercises his dwarven right to move his extremities.
Be un durn pain un me arse, dat un!
EDIT!
Bedlam dazed and confused decides that having suffered some lava intrusion sleeps a bit for the interum....
Source PRPG Core Rulebook pg. 190
On the character’s next turn, after being reduced to negative hit points (but not dead), and on all subsequent turns, the character must make a DC 10 Constitution check to become stable. The character takes a penalty on this roll equal to his negative hit point total. A character that is stable does not need to make this check. A natural 20 on this check is an automatic success. If the character fails this check, he loses 1 hit point. An unconscious or dying character cannot use any special action that changes the initiative count on which his action occurs.
Characters taking continuous damage, such as from an acid arrow or a bleed effect, automatically fail all Constitution checks made to stabilize. Such characters lose 1 hit point per round in addition to the continuous damage.
You can keep a dying character from losing any more hit points and make him stable with a DC 15 Heal check. If any sort of healing cures the dying character of even 1 point of damage, he becomes stable and stops losing hit points.
Healing that raises the dying character’s hit points to 0 makes him conscious and disabled. Healing that raises his hit points to 1 or more makes him fully functional again, just as if he’d never been reduced to 0 or lower. A spellcaster retains the spellcasting capability she had before dropping below 0 hit points.
A stable character who has been tended by a healer or who has been magically healed eventually regains consciousness and recovers hit points naturally. If the character has no one to tend him, however, his life is still in danger, and he may yet slip away.
Recovering with Help: One hour after a tended, dying character becomes stable, the character must make a DC 10 Constitution check to become conscious. The character takes a penalty on this roll equal to his negative hit point total. Conscious characters with negative hit point totals are treated as disabled characters (see page 189). If the character remains unconscious, he receives another check every hour to regain consciousness. A natural 20 on this check is an automatic success. Even if unconscious, the character recovers hit points naturally. He automatically regains consciousness when his hit points rise to 1 or higher.
Recovering without Help: A severely wounded character left alone usually dies. He has a small chance of recovering on his own. Treat such characters as those attempting to recover with help, but every failed Constitution check to regain consciousness results in the loss of 1 hit point. An unaided character does not recover hit points naturally. Once conscious, the character can make a DC 10 Constitution check once per day, after resting for 8 hours, to begin recovering hit points naturally. The character takes a penalty on this roll equal to his negative hit point total. Failing this check causes the character to lose 1 hit point, but this does not cause the character to become unconscious. Once a character makes this check, he continues to heal naturally and is no longer in danger of losing hit points naturally.
The dwarf dreams of a running river of red....
Aurora brandishes the Staff of the Battlecleric in her hands, igniting it with silvery flames as a swift action. She takes a five-foot step up to the priest engaged with Anzath and brings a practiced series of blows liable to be bone-crunching against him.
Aurora smashes the cleric into a mushy pile of clerical errors.
The vrock yawns a bit. It has now way of knowing that in the three rounds its been absent, all hells have broken loose (or is it all heavens?). It lackadaisically casts Mirror Image on itself.
The mirror images scratch at a pinfeather. It's probably just another tease. Demon will teleport back in to the action, only to learn the action is over. Again.
The vrock sighs.
"Good vork," Anzath nods at Aurora and spits on the pile of cleric pulp. She looks over her shoulder and quickly assesses the situation.
"Sh!t."
Anzath uncharacteristically risks her life to give Bedlam a fighting chance. She rushes up the stairs to take out the acolyte not engaged with Lolly.
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Anzath looks amazing as she rushes up the staircase over the boiling well of lava, both scimitars in hand, one holy, one hellish...
...and the acolyte looks fittingly cinematic as he tries to hold himself together before stumbling off the bridge into the chasm below.
The high priest, spitting out a tentacle, says "FREE ME YOU FOOL!"
He Delays until the NE priest can cast:
The NE priest says, "Right away, boss!"
He casts Dispel Magic on Black Tentacles:
The black tentacles wither away.
The high priest, now uncluttered by the frustrating tentacles, takes what is probably his last deep breath and begins speechifying: "I am ZEHN, high priest of the Upper Temple of Orcus! You may slay us, but we will return... or we won't! It doesn't matter! Matter doesn't matter! Orcus is the end of all roads, for He is entropy, He is chaos, He is the heat when there is nothing left but heat! Even undeath ends in Orcus! All is meaningless, all will fall! But in the meantime: NADROJ! I SUMMON THEE!"
Zehn then remembers that it's not just the tentacles: Bedlam also glued him to the floor. He looks up at Lolly. He sighs.
His ring flares red as he speaks a command word and uses Telekinesis to flip Lolly into the lava pit:
Unless someone finds otherwise, Lolly is flung into the pit of lava...
The barbarian's sheer incredible health keeps him conscious. It's kind of awful and amazing to get to feel what a pool of lava feels like--he finds that the rage that has always made his blood boil is nothing to the ACTUAL feeling of boiling blood.
Bedlam would like to wake up, but he is having a nice dream of roasted mutton and cheese cake....
And the restaurant just ran out of cake!
Lolygert's eyes widen in ragin' surprise as he lifts in to the air and is deposited into the pit of lava.
Pain washes over , into and through his body as he instinctively stands and leaps or runs out of the pit!
Gobs of cooling lava fly in all directions as he shakes himself like a dog, trying to rid himself of the burning substance!
He settles his baleful gaze on the unholy priest, his teeth clenched in pain and rage, growling something that sounds something like, "You're gonna wish you didn't do that!!!"
His sword seems to glow more red from it's bath in the lava, cutting a red smear through the air towards the priest of Orcus!
"Ooooooh, is that a riiiiiiiiing?" Terapin makes a mental note to call dibs unless somebody else really really wants it.
Magnus the Magma Magnate snarls as yet another greasy mammal is thrown into the perfectly good lava batch, although at least this one has the wherewithal to clamber back out again. Still, this fool who keeps throwing fools...
Grumbling and slicking his spikes back, Magnus flies out of the lava to deal with the source of all this pollution, drops directly onto Zehn-who-is-glued-to-the-floor, and assumes his Magma Form, turning into a pool of lava 3 feet in diameter and 6 inches deep.
"You keep getting your meat in my magma... but I bet you don't like it when I get my magma on your MEAT! You see? You see how much this interferes with business operations?!" Magnus gurgles incomprehensibly, both because he's speaking Ignan and because his mouth is a dollop of lava on top of several hundred more dollops of lava.
Rook, meanwhile, closes the 40 feet between him and the remaining cultist in the northeast corner with a howl, putting the wretch within his Aura of Menace () and slashing at him with his great sword.
And Terapin, of course, peers down the hallway behind him, still wary of that giant bird thing.
Lolly looks both cool and hot as he scrambles out of the lava and slashes Zehn into unconsciousness.
Rook does his best impression of the same on the last of the underpriests, but the priest doesn't fall.
The one priest remains. And one nervous acolyte.
Tragershen points and speaks, sending shards of arcane force at the remaining priest.
Casting magic missile, targeting the priest. If any darts are left after the priest falls, he'll send them at the acolyte.
1st Magic missile
2nd Magic missile
3rd Magic missile
4th Magic missile
Aurora takes stock of the immediate field with a lofted hand, holy symbol clasped, and a wave of positive energy discharges to wash over those within 30ft — herself, Tragershen, Tam, and Terapin; a terrific trio of Ts.
Health replenished, she begins to make her way north through the room with her stave brandished.
Bedlam continues to just lie quietly on the nice mosaic flooring. Grateful that the lava has cauterized his wounds....
Tragershen sprays the final priest with Magic Missiles.
Tam coughs out a little blood and looks wide-eyed around the room for Lolly, grabbing her bow and scrambling to her feet.
The vrock, having a decent intelligence score, realizes that even though all its foes are likely all dead already (as usual, so boring), it'd be wiser to return to combat from a position of cover. It teleports in to the back door of the temple, opens the door, and looks around.
Its feathers stand on end when it sees the massacred priests scattered around the temple.
Yep. The vrock is not invisible or anything, just multiple because of Mirror Image.
Anzath points her wicked purple blade at the open door and yells out, "Demon! Your dayz on diz vorld are over. I am de Dark Krystal! Konsort of Aragnak de Red, Liberator of de Enslaved Massez! I have kome to rid diz vorld of your wretchednezz. De might and terror of Aragnak knowz no boundz. I have slaughtered your undead minionz, and I vill hunt you down akrozz eternity!"
She then descends the stairs in a blur of movement and ends up against the wall just inside the door.
Terapin gives a "see?" look to Rook, nodding towards Anzath. Terapin is however magically invisible and around a solid stone corner while Rook is actively engaged in a duel and facing the opposite direction, and so it may have been missed.
Bedlam continues to nap on the cold, hard flooring as all the excitement happens around him....
Bedlam grins as the burning burns and burns and burns so good....
The vrock is technically not intimidated by Anzath, but Anz is pretty ferocious. It feels nervous.
Tragershen's magic missiles knock all the remaining clergy into unconsciousness.
Nadroj flies through a corner of the room and out through opposite wall, trying to act inconspicuous. Nadroj is incorporeal, btw. You may try to spot him, but even if you do, he's inside the stonework.
The high priest, now uncluttered by the frustrating tentacles, takes what is probably his last deep breath and begins speechifying: "I am ZEHN, high priest of the Upper Temple of Orcus! You may slay us, but we will return... or we won't! It doesn't matter! Matter doesn't matter! Orcus is the end of all roads, for He is entropy, He is chaos, He is the heat when there is nothing left but heat! Even undeath ends in Orcus! All is meaningless, all will fall! But in the meantime: NADROJ! I SUMMON THEE!"
Bedlam lies on the cold stone floor as he is unconscious....
Tragershen floats above the floor with a wisp of will. As he does, he utters words of power that bring a sphere of power to help protect him.