(12)+13=25
(16)+13=29
(19)+13=32
(14)+13=27
Amenephus holds up a cautionary hand. Under the rumbling of machinery he hears voices.
Rusty pads up to the door and attempts to listen to the voices within.
OOC:
Stealth
Perception
The roaring crump of machinery effectively masks Rusty's less than stealthy approach and he is able to move through the slightly open door and into the room. Here, he can hide behind an enormous set of bellows without anyone being the wiser. The dragonborn might well consider himself lucky, as the room is full of creatures, intent on some abominable ritual.
Rusty
The dwarf girl, Vianna, limp with fever, sags in the arms of a human and an armoured beast, while behind her a spined devil and another human look on gleefully. Around the room, golden-eyed dwarves and a leering kobold wait exultantly.
A older, robed dwarf advances on her, holding a steaming beaker of liquid gold in tongs.
"We bring the blessing! The ceremony will be completed!"
The spined devil brutally pulls back Vianna's head and prises her jaw open as the dwarf dumps the contents down her throat. Dropping her callously to the floor, the assembled group watch with a kind of vicious pleasure as the dwarf screams, writhes and clutches at her chest. Her eyes open wide with golden fury as the older dwarf stands over her exhorting her to accept the transformation.
The dwarf bellows defiantly and starts to change...
(Dorvin's bonus counted.)
As the group advance into the chamber, matters take an unexpected turn. Vianna bellows again and blasts the robed dwarf and the kobold with molten gold from her mouth, taking them completely unawares. The liquid doom engulfs the pair, melting and incinerating them with a glittering death shroud. Now fully transformed into a golden dragon, she takes to the air, desperately looking for a way to escape.
Clawing frantically at one of the air shafts she rips a hole in the wall and prepares to fly into it.
The remaining cultists are fleetingly dumbstruck by the turn of events, but the false Journeyman retains enough presence of mind to shout to the others "Leave her! We must finish our work here. Destroy this!" He points to the vital machinery.
Rusty's reptilian eyes are full of horror as the diabolical dwarves torture Vianna. Then his heart sings with pride when she transforms into a beautiful gold dragon. Unable to restrain himself any longer, the dragonborn unleashes his fiery breath on the conspirators.
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OOC:
If my line of sight is not blocked by the machinery, I'll use my breath weapon with my Hurl Breath feat:
When you use the dragon breath power, you can hurl it as an
area attack instead of using it as a close blast. You create
an orb of energy that explodes in a burst 2 with a range of
10 squares.
I'll center the blast on M-13 which should catch all the enemies in the southern group.
Attack G2 (Reflex):
Attack G3 (Reflex):
Attack G7 (Reflex):
Attack G8 (Reflex):
Attack G9 (Reflex):
Attack Bo (Reflex):
Damage
Quillan joins Rusty at the chamber entrance and looks on with astonishment.
"Looks like I missed somethin' important," says Quillan to the fire breathing Rusty at his side.
"Mind fillin' me in before I start splittin' heads in Moradin's name?"
Rusty takes full advantage of Dorvin's help to shift around the giant bellows and bellow in his turn, belching fire over the unsuspecting dwarves. Five of the creatures crumple under his assault, turned to ashes before they can do anything to help themselves.
As the party rampage through the door, Vianna breaks through the wall and disappears into the wide shafts honeycombing the mines.
"No, don't let them damage the machinery! I shall take care of these leftover vermin!"
OOC:
Move : E,E,SE,SE to M-13
Standard : Cleave on Bo
Attack:
Damage :
If I hit, G3 take 5 damage.
Rusty's blade crashes into the bolter and continues to obliterate another goldspawn.
Meanwhile, the spined dveil flies cackling to the top of a piece of machinery an hurls a handful of spiny barbs at Isari.
Hronagar advances menacingly towards Isari, Dorvin and Amenephus wielding an urgrosh. The mighty blow swings harmlessly over all three of them.
Quillan circles around and strikes at the armored creature in the middle of the group after putting his oath on it. As his axe lands, a burst of radiant energy washes over Quillan and dozens of ancestral souls blanket him like armor, prepared to lash out at any enemies that dare come near the dwarf.
The shades of Quillan's dwarven ancestors serve him well, clearly approving of his determination to cleanse the Mountain of abomination.
Hronagar grunts slightly as the axe hits him.
"Get over there!"
Amenephus takes a step backwards and unleashes a sacred flame at Hr:
Amenephus retreats, with the smell of burning hair in his elegant nostrils.
Chuckling at the eladrin's mishap, Sebastian climbs the nearest piece of machinery and calls upon the stones of the mountain to crush friend and enemy alike.
"Can't you discriminate at all?" yells the Journeyman. Sebastian just laughs and shrugs. "Let the mountain do what it will. All destruction is good destruction."
The Hammerer smiles grimly and moves to flank with Hronagar, driving its shield into Quillan's knees.
Quillan is rocked from behind by the mighty hit but with typical dwarven stubborness, grits his teeth and holds his ground against the assault.
"Hittin' me is only gonna' make it worse for yer' beasty here," Quillan says to the Hammerer with cold certainty and through the strength of his enmity bond, his axe's edge glows and sharpens with each blow that is dealt to him.
Isari points at Hronagar, who soon feels the chill of Isari's aegis fall over him. He then begins to step to the side, only to step onto the machinery next to the spined devil, and the machinery soon turns slick with a thin coating of ice as he slashes into it's side.
Isari casually drops his Aegis on Hronagar before landing beside his natural foe, the spined devil. The creature hisses as the swordmage's blade bites deep into him, cooling the boiler. Steam rises around the precariously balanced pair.
Isari
The Jouneyman grins evilly and reaches into his robe for a whip. With his other hand he clasps the holy symbol around his neck and contemplates the assembled foes. The golden symbol spins charmingly, seeking to hold the party in thrall.
"You may have a point, Sebastian. Discrimination is over-rated."
Somewhat perturbed by the devastation he's inadvertantly wrought among his own, the Journeyman sneers at Isari and lashes at him with the whip. The tip just reaches the swordmage's toes, but can't reach the blow is badly mistimed.
Nayce sends his shadowy noose after Hronagar, attempting to trip it up.
Dazed though he is, Nayce manages to deal substantial damage to Hronagar and the creature roars with pain as the noose tightens around its throat.
The goldspawn load crossbows and spread around the room, opening fire on Quillan.