GM Rednal's Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master Rednal

A small dais of steps descends into this oddly shaped chamber, while more stairs lead to the northwest and southeast. Lit candles surround the circle of arcane purpose scribed on the floor. Overhead, the ceiling rises nearly forty feet. A large crystal hangs overhead from a heavy chain, pulsing in the reflected light. A tiefling woman and three demons stood in the middle of the runic circle, chanting voices filling the chamber. Unfortunately, all the noise you'd made in the previous room had alerted them to your presence... and their leader raised one hand as you entered, conjuring up a Wall of Force across the hallway to block you from approaching.

Spellcraft - Identify spell as its cast. That way I feel a little more legit haha: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33

MA: Move for cover if necessary
SA: Imbibe Feral Mutagen

Julian gives a grunt of frustration as the air thrums and the enemy conjures something beyond his means to destroy. At this sudden turn of events he decides its time to imbibe his latest mutagenic formula. With a smile on his face he does so, popping the cork and downing the concoction in two swigs. After which he says over his shoulder to his companions. "We need to come up with a way around this..." His shoulders start to crack ashis frame grows wider, this feral Mutagen wasn't like the ones before. His legs taking on a more digitigrade form as well as his face growing more birdlike in appearance. By the time the transformation was over he partially resembled a Vrock. With savage claws and a beak like face to go with it.

GM Rednal - Looking at the map I find it hard to picture this. So the enemy basically put the Wall of Force in front of the door we were trying to pass through then?

"Prepare. Ready your defense's and prepare for the final push to save the citadel." with that said she casts for armor on herselff as she urged her companions to do similar actions.

k - arcana - identify spell and durations if possible.: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

They wouldn't fail. Not this close to making a difference. Even if it cost her life or limb they would take Drezen.

Very small chance of this working with my current effective Caster Level..

Glaring through the invisible wall of pure force, Anathya calls forth every bit of will she can muster. Summoning a burning rage that would seek to incinerate the evil that sought to further corrupt this citadel. Focussing on a single point, she draws on everything she has left, unleashing the divine power with a shout of defiance.

Spend 1 Mythic Point. Inspired spell. Cast Dispel magic

Dispel check vs Wall of Force (DC 20): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

...Are you sure that's what you want to do, Anathya? Walls of Force are explicitly immune to Dispel Magic.

Crap, missed that. and disintegrate, dimension door and teleport aren't divine so looks like I've got nothing.

You could look for a teleport to get past - or try and buff yourself some, or just attack it. ^^ You don't have to do nothing unless you want to!

Frowning as her mind races through and rejects option after option, Anathya utters a prayer to Ragathiel to empower her ability to strike down their foes.

Cast Gravity bow.

Behind the Wall of Force, the leader's form shimmered as she casted - a Displacement spell, apparently. You were taking the time to prepare but she was doing the same... meanwhile, those with her shuffled backwards, muttering under their breaths.

Julian growled savagely, a look of utter delight on his twisted face as he glared at the enemy leader hungrily. His mutated eyes darted t her subordinates as he chose to imbibe another potion. His muscles swell visibly as it takes affect and he even feels compelled to perform Heroic deeds!

His hungry smile twists further in amusement. "When the barrier falls... They die." His voice was like that of a crooning bird, yet more savage, like its voice was twisted into something otherworldly.

Imbibe Heroism Extrac 90 min duration +2 to Attack, Saves and skills.

"Don't lose yourself in bloodlust Julian." Rowan's words cut like a blade, she couldn't have his mutated form running wild and she knew that the enemyso close was only making him itch for battle. As he imbibed another extract she frowned. She turned her focus back on the enemy and casted a shield spell upon herself. A blue light blazing before her as she finished the incantation and a symbol of Iomedae flashed brilliantly in the air.

However as quickly as the shield appeared, so did cracks that pulsed red with a malevolent energy. Her frown remained but didn't deepen. "The darkness still binds my righteous casting, this will be difficult. Anathya, lets gain some ground between ourselves and Julian, less that harlot catch us all in a single casting."

Cast shield on self +4 Shield Bonus for 9 mins

Put at least 40ft between herself and Julian if possible.

Anathya utters a prayer to Ragathiel calling upon the powers of some of the more predatory members of the heavenly host, her features taking on a slightly aquiline cast as feathers sprout at her temples flowing back to merge with her hair.

Cast Aspect of the Falcon +3 competence bonus on Perception checks, a +1 competence bonus on ranged attacks, and the critical multiplier for bows and crossbows becomes 19-20/x3.

The wall was still up - and those on the other side, still casting. Unfortunately, while you COULD get away from Julian, the only effective way of doing so was going back into the previous (dangerously hot) room...

Incidentally, if you think you're done, just say so and we can fast-forward to when the wall falls if you can't knock it down yourselves. XD

Julian grunts as the barrier remains, though his smile never diminishes. His tail, though much more brutish due to the mutagen, appears as dexterous as ever as it pulls an extract out and hands it off to Anathya. He turns his head, his Vrock like face looking towards his companion in an attempt to hide what he as saying from the enemy. Who was no doubt watching. "This should help incase the b!$~# uses Fire on us. You need it more then I do."

Hand Extract of Resist Energy to Anathya

"Thanks Julian." Anathya says taking the extract, her eyes widening slightly at his altered appearance. "What about you?" she asks Rowan.

"Courtesy of your friend yesterday..." He taps the Vrock like beak. He turns and watches the enemy caster and its demon companions, his eyes darting between each rapidly whenever they move. Though instead of being dizzy... "... I can't wait to tear into them with it."

Rowan watches the exchange as she casts more spells. "Herculean Strength." Her muscles surged as spoke. She touched her rosary. "My faith in Iomedae will be my shield, to shield the weak in times of doubt." A shimmering forms around her being as divine might cloaks her in invisible armor. As each effect sets in place she watches the exchange between the monstrous looking Julian and Anathya. I worry too much, he remains in control.

Bulls Strengtha nd Shield of Faith if we have time. If the barrier still persists she readies Summon Swarm to cast the moment she is able. Targeting the obvious tiefling caster in the enemy group.

Finally, the Wall of Force vanished - and a few things happened in very quick succession. Rowan - having called two buffs upon herself - promptly started getting ready to call a swarm... and the tiefling countered with a shout, aiming to dispel Rowan's magic.

Dispel vs DC 13: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

The burst cut through Rowan's spell before it was even halfway finished forming, and the woman let out a cry of triumph. "Kill them!" she bellowed to her minions, gesturing towards you as her form shimmered with the multiple illusions and spells she'd cast upon herself.

Init (Enemy): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Init (Anathya): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Init (Julian): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27
Init (Rowan): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Aaaand Julian's up. ^^

Cast Fireball with Harmful Surge DC 21 for half damage = 54 damage to enemies and Damage to Julian: 1d4 ⇒ 3X 3 = 9 damage

Julians arms splatter blood on the floor as the barrier fell, his killing intent literally radiate off of him as he casted one of his best spells first. In a clear attempt to unleash annihilation in the first few seconds of combat as a small bead of firey light slammed into the floor amid his foes. "Jennu ibafarshan di valignatir marfedelom!" His voice called out roughly in draconic as his body burned with the arcane backlash of his casting.

The damage to him was apparent but it didn't halt him from advancing on his foe. No sooner had the fire receded he was advancing on the enemy caster with Einherjar drawn and ready to unleash death on her.

Use Arcana to add Frost Keen and +2 to Einherjar.
Move towards enemy caster - 60ft flight

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

The woman smoothly dodged the worst of the fire, and she seemed resistant to what hit her (although it still did damage). With a shout, she pointed towards Julian, and a stream of lightning erupted towards him - and towards Rowan, who was still behind him.

Elec Damage: 9d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 6, 2, 6, 3, 3, 6, 2) = 37
Reflex DC 17 Halves (Julian): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21 18 damage.
Reflex DC 17 Halves (Rowan): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22 13 damage. Hooray for energy resistance!

A moment later, the three Schir formed into a line near the doorway to stop Rowan and Anathya from getting close to Julian and the tiefling woman - and they were clearly ready to strike anyone who got close.

Having consumed Julian's extract while Rowan further enhanced herself, Anathya watches as the barrier falls and all hell literally breaks loose. As the lightning strikes her companions and Julian takes to the air after the woman, the Slayer of Ragathiel focuses on the filthy demons blocking thier path

1d20 + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 20
2d8 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 1 + 4 + 2 + (4) = 17

1d20 + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 18
2d8 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 1 + 4 + 2 + (3) = 14

1d20 + 10 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 10 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 20
2d8 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 1 + 4 + 2 + (4) = 17

Swift action: Judgments (Destruction/Justice), Free action: Amazing initiative. Bonus standard action: Blessing (Good). Full attack w Rapid shot

Attack Bonuses: +4 Evil outsider, +2 Justice Judgement, +1 Aspect of the falcon,
Damage bonuses: +4 Evil outsider, +2 Destruction Judgement

Active effects :
Gravity bow
Aspect of the Falcon
Resist energy (Fire)
Good Blessing(Good vs DR, +1d6 vs evil)

Focus on the centermost of the three. Piercing/Magic/Good

Heroism, Shield, Arcana and Feral Mutagen included in stats - Giant Post ahead,apologies...

The smelling of burning flesh and ozone brings a deep rumbling laugh from Julian as he moves with inhuman speed. Downing an extract and dropping the vial to shatter to the ground as his wounds start to close up. "FINALLY!" He roared as he moved with the same speed, after images of him appearing in order as he charged the enemy caster. Swinging Einherjar at her with all the force he could muster!

Amazing Ini SA Drink Cure Moderate Wounds Extract: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (7, 1) + 9 = 17
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SWA - Fleet Charge 60ft move to opponent -1 MP +2 to attack, bypass DR for the attack +Arcane +Keen -SS/SC: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 2 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 30
Damage +Arcana: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16
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FRA now that he is up close

1st Attack w/Einherjar -SS/SC: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 23
Damage +Arcana: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16

2nd Attack w/Einherjar -SS/SC: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 14 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 34
Damage +Arcana: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 = 15

Critical Confirmed?: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 26
Critical Damage: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16
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Bite Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Bite Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Claw Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Claw Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
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Concentration Check DC 17 to caste Snowball: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32
ASF >10% - Pass: 1d100 ⇒ 95
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SS/SC with Einherjar +Close Range Arcana: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 36
Damage +Snowball Fort DC 19 or be staggered 1 round: 1d6 + 12 + 2 + 5d6 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 2 + (1, 2, 5, 4, 1) = 32

Critical Confirmed?: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 28
Critical Damage: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 = 15

His afterimages continued as Einherjar and himself were a blur of motion, he even got swings in with his vrock like claws and snapped at the Tieflings face with his have formed beak. As Einherjar became covered in snow he completed his spell. "Vilzriquathtor Garmth!" He finished the spell by slashing her across the chest, his savage glare never leaving his face.

Despite his opponents distorted image he never ceased his assault. "Don't die on me! We are just getting started!"

SS/SC rolls modified to reflect Bite and Claw attack being removed.
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SS/SC with Einherjar +Close Range Arcana: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 30
Damage +Snowball Fort DC 19 or be staggered 1 round: 1d6 + 12 + 2 + 5d6 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 2 + (1, 2, 5, 4, 1) = 32

Back!

With the barrier fallen she raises her sword and takes the brunt of the enemies magical assault unflinching. Her hair turning completely red as her battle fury enveloped her. With her armor still crackling with electrical currents she raises her demon slaying blade and points it at the wall of demons before her. "Move." Her voice is like ice as she steps into the void, embracing the darkness as she appears in front of one of the shocked Schir's with the speed of a single step forward.

Focusing her attacks first on any that Anathya had injured before turning her blade on the next uninjured one. If none were injured then both attacks on a single target please, apologies for the wait!.

MA: Dimensional slide -1 Arcane Point
+3 Oursider bane Longsword -3/+6 power attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Damage +PA +Bane: 1d8 + 12 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 12 + (6, 4) + 2 = 31

Amazing Initiative - Extra SA -1 MP
+3 Oursider bane Longsword -3/+6 power attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Damage +PA +Bane: 1d8 + 12 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + (2, 1) + 2 = 19

Anathya's shots tore into one of the Schir, though that wasn't quite enough to fell it - and Rowan cut down the injured one before slashing into the next. Meanwhile, Julian was lashing out as fast as he could, though her form seemed to ripple in the air.

Hit Chance, 1 is good: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Hit Chance, 1 is good: 1d5 ⇒ 5
Hit Chance, 1 is good: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Hit Chance, 1 is good: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Hit Chance, 1 is good: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Several of his attacks missed - but one of the blows, and a critical one at that, managed to get through the strange power that was protecting her. With a cry of rage, she stepped back and out of melee range, then raised her hand and sent a rapid barrage of missiles at Julian. They erupted out of a ring on her finger - and there were far more of them than there should have been.

Force Damage (Julian): 9d4 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 3, 2, 2, 4, 2, 3) + 9 = 31

"Traitor! You can't deny your own blood forever!"

Even as she yelled, the two Schir focused their attacks on Rowan, stepping into flanking positions around her.

Melee (Rowan): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 = 21
Melee (Rowan): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 = 13

Well, that's a 'nope'. XD

As the first one fell she looked through the visor at the other two her eyes watching for their obvious sign of flanking her. As they closed in she took up a defense stance with the blue ball of light darting around to shield her come what may...

+3 Outsider bane Longsword -3/+6 power attack +Bulls strength:: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 = 15
Damage +PA +Bane: 1d8 + 12 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + (2, 6) + 2 = 24

+3 Outsider bane Longsword -3/+6 power attack +Bulls strength:: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 2 = 29
Damage +PA +Bane: 1d8 + 12 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + (2, 1) + 2 = 18

Confirm Critical: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 = 11
Damage +PA -Bane (doesn't get multiplied iirc: 1d8 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 2 = 20

The armor of the pious was as sturdy as she expected, weathering the sloppy strikes from the demons with easy. The polished shine wasn't even marred by them or at least until the one behind her tripped and slammed into her back. Causing her own counterattack to falter with the first strike, slashing at the empty air before she could catch her balance and swing it back upwards again as she focused on cutting them down one at a time. Though her shoulder was stinging from that sloppy swing a moment earlier, a backlash for putting all her power into the strike. Remember your training and focus, Julian... The splattering of Julians blood made her tense up as the enemy Caster unleashed a volley of powerful magic and a taunt at her companion.

Regarding the demons around her she taunted them, standing her ground firmly once more. "Come on boys... Is that all you got?"

As the Shir move to flank Rowan, Anathya locks her lethal gaze on one of the pair, a pulse of energy reverberating through her crossbow as she unleashes a rain of death on her target.

Piercing/Magic/Good: 1d20 + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 33
2d8 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 + 3d6 ⇒ (8, 1) + 1 + 4 + 2 + (4) + (6, 1, 5) = 32

Piercing/Magic/Good: 1d20 + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 38
2d8 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 + 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 + 4 + 2 + (6) + (4, 6, 1) = 33

Piercing/Magic/Good: 1d20 + 10 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 17
2d8 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 + 3d6 ⇒ (5, 7) + 1 + 4 + 2 + (3) + (3, 3, 4) = 32

Swift action: Bane (evil outsider). Full attack w/ Rapid shot

Attack Bonuses: +4 Evil outsider, +2 Justice Judgement, +1 Aspect of the falcon+2 Bane (evil outsider),
Damage bonuses: +4 Evil outsider, +2 Destruction Judgement+1d6 Good +3d6 Bane (evil outsider),

Active effects :
Gravity bow
Aspect of the Falcon
Resist energy (Fire)
Good Blessing(Good vs DR, +1d6 vs evil)
Bane(Evil Outsider)

Confirm
Piercing/Magic/Good: 1d20 + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 - 6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 24
2d8 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 1 + 4 + 2 = 12

Pretty sure Bane and Good Blessing damage don't multiply on a crit

At the mocking shout and attack from his foe the mutated Julian threw his head back and laughed in utter mockery of his foes words. His savage glare fell on her again, showing the pure hate he held for her kind. "How many demons have you bedded for power? I'm no ones tool weakling..." The Vrock that was now part of him seemed to take glee in their shouting, but Einherjar's voice grounded his choatic thoughts.

<:Redeemed remain...:>]

With unnatural speed he slammed back another extract, his wounds healing rapidly once more. His tail lazily putting the empty extract back into his pack as he stepped forward wings spread. Like an avatar of war he roared at his foe!

-1 MP SwA to Drink Cure Serious Wounds Extract:: 3d8 + 9 ⇒ (1, 7, 8) + 9 = 25

MA: 5ft step towards his foe
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FRA now that he is up close again... Still have Keen and +2 on Einherjar which makes him 15-20 crit range

1st Attack w/Einherjar -SS/SC:: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 36
Damage +Arcana:: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 = 15

Critical Confirm?:: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 34
Critical Damage +Arcana:: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 2 = 19

2nd Attack w/Einherjar -SS/SC:: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 30
Damage +Arcana:: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 2 = 18

Critical confirm?:: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 24
Critical Damage +Arcana:: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16
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Bite Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
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Concentration Check DC 16 to caste Bands of Force: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31

ASF >10% - Pass:: 1d100 ⇒ 78
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SS/SC with Einherjar +Close Range Arcana:: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 28

Damage +Bleeding Wounds:: 1d6 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16

Bleeding Wounds - Spell Resistance yes, No save

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Julian swung Einherjar with such force that would kill most in a single swing. If his foe wasn't magically protected, he would have killed her already in his mind. The very air reverberated with the passing of the blade through the distorted image before him. His intent to destroy her utterly was without remorse or regret, the only thing that could save her is surrender and even then it was unlikely she was redeemable. To Julian she was too far gone and after seeing the dead in the dungeons and his fallen friends spirit he had no mercy to give. He bite at her with her vrock like beak, intent in ripping the distorted images throat out as he growled in anger. "This is for Soltengrabbe, my comrades and all those you left broken!!" Though his teeth had found nothing but open air he was undaunted, bringing back his hand as he started chanting. Intoning the words for a necromantic spell meant to make his foes bleed profusely, as his hand pulsed with dark energy he spoke in draconic once more. "nomag dout rhyisjir ezoukeic nurti cease!" His final slash tore through the air before her then as the necromantic energy filled Einherjar with additional might.

Second reminder, Julian - you can't cast between attacks when you're using Spell Combat. The spell can come at the beginning, or it can come at the end, but you cannot cast between your attacks. If I were you, I'd update my pre-made combat rolling form to reflect that. XD

Rowan's first swing was a clean miss - which made the backswing all the more impressive when she carved straight into her foe, lopping off its head with a single strike. Anathya rained death down upon the remaining Schir a moment later... and like that, they were gone. Meanwhile, Julian was busy trying to take down their leader as fast as he could...

Hit Chance (1 is good): 1d3 ⇒ 2
Hit Chance (1 is good): 1d2 ⇒ 1

His first swing missed, but his second one managed to connect as her defenses wore down. Sadly, the snapping bite of his jaws was nowhere close to hitting... but what happened with his spell was even worse. Rather than wrapping around her as it should have, the entire spell twisted the moment it touched her, sucked into the ringer on her finger. Apparently, force spells weren't likely to work... although the last of his attacks did hit. With a cry of pain, she stepped back again and chanted under her breath... then vanished as a Dimension Door whisked her away.

As the woman vanishes, Anathya dashes into the room. "Julian! Can you fly me up to the spot she was in when she teleported?"

Yay I get to use an obscure ability

As his opponent vanished Julian spoke. "So Weak..." She didn't hear the rest as she had already vanished and Julian was interrupted by a sudden shout. He turned to look back at Anathya with a look of interest on his Vrock like face before acting swiftly He beats his wings powerfully, swooping towards Anathya and landing in front of her with inhuman grace with his wings spread to their full wing span. "Yes..." He quickly wraps an arm around her then, pulling her in tight before jumping upward and using his wings to carry her back towards where the woman once was. He releases her upon landing watching her with his pupil less eyes in curiosity as to why she had him take her there.

He never once sheathes Einherjar, for fear there were more attackers nearby.

With Demons dealt with Rowan looks around the room suspicious that more attackers could possibly appear. She was thankful to have a skilled archer like Anathya watching her back, lest she be felled by lesser demons such as those Schir's.

When Anathya is swooped up by Julian she wasn't alarmed, she watched in curiosity as to why Anathya suddenly needed to reach that particular spot. On instinct to regroup she quickly made her way to where the two were and stood back with Julian on post to watch their backs as Anathya performed whatever it was she was doing.

As Julian takes her aloft, Anathya lets her senses spread out, calling upon her divinely granted ability to hunt prey capable of shifting through space, sensing the tendrils of energy left by spatial displacement, the way a bloodhound would a wily fox's scent.

Survival Tracking/favored enemy/favored terrain: 1d20 + 21 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 21 + 4 + 2 = 31

At 2nd level, a cold iron warden may acquire clues about a teleporting creature’s destination by closely examining the place it once stood. As a full-round action while standing in a square that a creature occupied when it cast a conjuration (teleportation) spell or spell-like ability, the cold iron warden may attempt a Survival check (DC 10 + the teleportation spell’s caster level) to sense the direction of the creature’s destination as well as whether the destination lies within 25 feet, 100 feet, 1,000 feet, or more than 1,000 feet of her. She must use this ability within a number of rounds after the creature’s teleportation equal to 1/2 her inquisitor level, after which the trail goes cold. A cold iron warden may use this ability once per day plus one additional time per day for every 4 levels she has beyond 2nd.

Isn't it nice to get some use out of stuff? XD You can sense that the tiefling lady teleported to the east, within 1000 feet.

"She went that way, and she's within a thousand feet of here." Anathya says pointing in the direction of their quarry, "I can feel the disturbance from her reappearance"

Julian's head swiveled and he let loose a low growl. "We've yet encountered fierce resistance. Like the demon mentioned in the journal. Most likely she ran crying to them. Certain cast off's grabbed for scraps instead of securing their own power. I expect at least three opponents as that fake hero disappeared on us to." He looked back to Anathya then. "Interesting ability, it'll be more useful in the future for sure. So lets search the area and see if it leads anywhere else..."

He was hoping to avoid the searing hot room they had left if possible.

The only other exit from this room was to the southeast - other unexplored areas were back through the furnace.

Rowan was astounded at Anathya's declaration, though upon seeing the path was not straight to a door she knew it wouldn't be as easy to finish this quest. Undeterred she raises her helm and gives Anathya a smile. "A fine ability indeed! Ragthiel is blessed to have one such as yourself to hunt for him."

She quickly follows suit with Julian's search and looks to the unknown doorway with unease. "Lets move quickly, we don't want them getting the time to rest."

She looks to her companions befre they press on, giving them both encouraging words of praise. "Without you two I fear our journey may have ended sooner then I had hoped. Thank you Julian for being the backbone on which this crusade rests on and thank you as well Anathya for bringing with you your devotion to the cause. Of which we will need both to continue pressing forward as we have. Before we move forward..." She presses her hand on her injuries, sealing them up before laying them on Julian's as well to ensure they were at their greatest fighting strength moving forward.

"Lead on Julian, be wary for the Shadow Demon we spoke of may lurk nearby." With those words she shuts her visor while readying her demon slaying blade and hoped she would not have to turn it on her friends.

Lay on Hands +Greater Mercy +FF - Rowan 8/d: 4d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5, 4, 2, 4) + 1 + 2 = 18
Lay on Hands +Greater Mercy - Julian 7/d: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1, 6, 5) + 1 = 18

As Julian's wounds seal he gives Rowan a smile. "Thanks, remember what I told you both, regardless. If we catch up to her, she won't get away again." He turns towards the doors and checks quickly for traps before pressing forward through the doors they found. He didn't try to be overly quiet, feeling that their fight was loud enough to wake the dead...

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

The door is untrapped, and pushing through, you find yourselves in a short hallway that heads south before turning east and heading down some stairs. There's another set of doors at the end, and after another cautious check (revealing no problems), you push through.

Swaths of pulsating red lichen illuminate this long, 30-foot-high, alcove-lined hall. The alcoves themselves display elaborate, colorful murals of demonic entities, each with inscriptions chiseled into the stone below them. Each of the murals on the walls depicts
the demon lord Deskari mutilating and savaging a different deity - Iomedae, Sarenrae, Torag, Desna, and Shelyn. At the far end of the hall stands a massive iron framework that displays a red banner. There's another pair of double doors straight across the room, and one alcove is larger than the others, featuring a statue of Deskari.

"...Huh. Ugly thing, innit?" Nurah mused as she walked into the hall with Aron. "Saw a couple bodies back that way - you three all right?"

"I don't like this place..." Aron muttered, tilting his head at the demonic whispering still coming from the walls. "We're done providing distractions up above - haven't seen hide or hair of something in ages, so Irabeth sent us down here to help. Anevia's watching the stairs to make sure nothing else gets in that way."

So they popped in from behind us?

Perception Searching the hallway: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

At their sudden appearance Julian wields Einherjar at the pair, his Vrock like mutated state appearing completely angered by this turn of events, naturally because he was. He uttered a low growl in his throat as he spoke. "No. Nothing is as it seems, so touch nothing in these halls..."

He looked to Rowan, his anger more apparent. "I knew we should have told them to stay out of here. This place... Wait... " He turns to look at the pair, his blade still raised, this time it was far from friendly as Julians enlarged tail whipped in agitation. The growl becoming louder as he tensed up, cracking his neck in readiness for combat. "Do not move a step further. Rowan, Anathya... Are they truly here...?" The whispers had never ceased and he wasn't about to take chances, he didn't care what these two said. They could be apparitions, shapeshifted or mental psychosis from too much exposure to these dark halls. For all he know he knew this was a trap...

He cracks his shoulders rising to his full mutated forms height, completely ready for battle as he watched the pair with a stern and hardened gaze.

Sense Motive on Nurah, Rowan still isn't very trusting of her and doesn't believe that Irabeth would have given such an order.: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

Being closer to where the two popped up Rowan moved to calm the overly protective Julian. "Yes, they are here Julian. So remain calm." She turns her eyes on the pair, her face calm but her eyes were assessing the details to their sudden appearance just before she raises a hand for the pair to halt. "Remain still you two." Rowan uses her ability to detect evil, looking at both of them and ensuring that Julian's paranoia wasn't correct.

Cast Detect Evil and verify Aron and Nurah are not evil.

Specifically, through the doors.

In the large east alcove, Julian's able to locate a cunningly-concealed door. Now that it's been found, getting through it would probably be easy enough.

Nurah looked a bit miffed at the scan - Aron merely seemed resigned to it, and neither of them detected as evil. "...That bad, huh?" Aron asked, looking at Julian and carefully avoiding any threatening moves. The whispering grew a bit louder, and he winced. "Yeah, I can believe that. Check us as much as you like - it's always best to be sure when demons are involved, right?"

Julian lowers Einherjar, visibly less tense now as he spies a rather well concealed door. He was a ball of irritation, it was hard for him not to be as the whispering increased and continually disrupted his focus. He masked a full body shudder with a low growl as the trembling that had set in passed. I can't lose more comrades, not today... Before he spoke though he tempered his growing irritation and sighed heavily. "Yes. We encountered a shifter yesterday. So, sorry... You should literally not trust a thing in this place..." Einherjar's voice whispered in his mind, a soothing balm to the irritation that was breaking his focus but a grim reminder over his overprotective nature as well.

<:Redeemed, trust in your comrades.:>

He looks at the pair then, a serious look in his demeanor and an odd shine in his eyes as he spoke. "Not even me... You should know as they do. Should I lose myself in this place. Then do not hesitate to defeat me." Any protest from his companions is met with a stern rebuttal. "We have come too far, I will resist but it isn't certain I won't fall. No matter what, We Must Win." He points to Nurah and Aron then. "Remember what I said." He turns his back then moving towards the concealed door.

<:Trust in yourself.:>

Pointing to the door he nods to everyone. "I'm heading out first, there's a door here by this s#!+show of a statue... So lets leave this hall. It makes my skin itch." He pauses a few paces from the door, speaking one last time before pushing through. "One last thing Nurah..." He smiled to himself n the shadow of the statue of Deskari. "If your name isn't in the chronicles I'll be disappointed because your slogging through the s@$& now."

Perception, searching for traps before pushing through the door and listening for anything on the otherside.: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Anathya lowers her crossbow, as they confer with their companions. "Ready when you are."

The door leads into a short corridor, then into another, larger chamber.

A five-foot ledge runs the length of this circular pit. A second elevated ledge stands above the ledge with a short series of steps rising to a small platform ahead of it. To the southeast, a giant statue of a six-armed woman with a serpentine body rises out of the pit. It looms over each ledge with outstretched arms bearing an intimidating array of exotic weapons. There are pairs of double doors to the east and the south.

"I am sorry I doubted your appearance my friends and... Yes, the last push has proven difficult. But we prevail." Julian's repeated words from before leave her frowning within the armor of the pious. A now welcome refuge as she kept her emotions hidden beneath her gilded helm. She couldn't stop a sigh though before speaking to Nurah and Aron once more. "Forgive him, these halls have proven far more challenging for him. As we met some of his old allies, now tortured spirits bound to this place in the dungeons. So, tell the others to not enter the jail, that's where they linger still."

She turns to follow Anathya and Julian but pauses, instead turning to approach the two officers. Sheathing her sword as she approached and placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "I commend you for your bravery and have one last thing to ask of you. Tell Irabeth for us that the crystal back in the last chamber needs to be secured. They were using it to try and bring down the Citadel I think. If you two can, hold off any who try to resume the ritual but do not sacrifice yourselves needlessly." After those words she speaks a blessing over the pair, infusing them with tireless courage and bestowing upon them the blessing of Iomedae's finest. The power of her mythic nature seemed to echo in every word, she wanted them to listen to her and hoped to instill hope in their hearts.

Cast Bless, affects Aron, Nurah and Rowan.
Diplomacy - Ask them to perform a task: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37

"I want to travel farther with you both. So take care until we return, my friends." With that she released their shoulders, turned and drew her sword once more. Before disappearing into the alcove she waved to the pair over her shoulder with one armored gauntlet.

Stepping into the chamber she wasn't too thrilled but was undaunted by what lay ahead.

Use Detect Magic

Julian holds a hand to halt the others as he stands near the ledge. "Let me check for any traps in the area first..." He calls upon his detection magic, hoping to not feel a ping as he searched the chamber for any magical traps. He follows this up with more traditional means of detection, his acute perception.

Perception - Search for traps: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

He does his best though not to move from the spot he was at, just in case.