Muziel gives the fleeing Lacall a solid shock from behind before seeking cover inside the fog bank. Kolaiah, with the Gnome's heads-up, tracks down the escaping cleric and catches up to him, but the scythe proves rather unwieldy when both attacker and attackee are moving.
The Kuribu, with Muziel slipping into the fog and Kolaiah coming back out and directly menacing one of the Allomars in full view, chooses to give chase and take another shot at Kolaiah with its bow. It's a difficult shot with the effect of the smite between them, but the Angel calls on the righteousness of its cause and the arrow strikes true.
Penelope will finally listen to Kolaiah and go get her pretty pretty bow.
Penelope rushes in to retrieve the bow, and even though the fog being inside is a little disorienting, she's spent the night here a couple times and has a good idea where to go. She soon emerges from the doorway holding the bow triumphantly.
Lacall's wounds continue to slowly stitch themselves together through Infernal Magic.. The cleric puts his hands to his ears in an attempt to silence the terrible suggestive whispers and just tries to go into a flat-out run to get as far away as possible.
Cimri sees Penelope reappear through the fog with the bow and arrows. "Shall we fire brigade this thing to him?" she asks, reaching out to take the weapon from her and continue bringing it farther.
"You've got it, Sloth!" Muziel grabs the bow from Cimri and heads to Koliah, ready for him to grab ahold of it.
My AOO...
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On my turn, Kolaiah swaps out the bow with Muziel, putting away Pestilence and continues into the cloud.
"Ok, I'll work on killing that angel, but first I need some negative healing. Who has the stick?"
Penelope agrees!
I've got it! Penelope yells I'll give a good poke once I get over there.
Kolaiah swings pestilence as Lacall makes a break for it, but either dumb luck or divine intervention seems to be with the second Allomar twin tonight. Shortly thereafter Muziel emerges from the fog with Penelope's bow, completing the hand-off to the anti-paladin. Feeling a little low on health he moves toward Penelope for some healing as he swaps weapons, taking some cover in the lingering cloud.
The Kuribu has one 'clear' target and aims its bow at Muziel, who also happens to be the one in best position to pursue the fleeing Allomar or take a parting shot. Worry that there hasn't been any recent signs of activity from Loran seem to have distracted it enough that its aim isn't that great.
Penelope will draw her wand and touch her not 100% companion with it. There you go, all better, soon at least. Now kill that angle!
Penelope activates the wand of Infernal Healing on Kolaiah. So far the amount of time the movements take to activate this particular wand haven't been noticed, but in the heat of combat when every moment counts it seems to take a surprisingly long time.
Lacall continues to both heal slowly and flee rapidly, running as fast as he can and disappearing into the night and the town.
Cimri, using concealment to creep up to the very edge of the fog, tries to get low and disappear from the Angel's view, hoping that she can do more damage with some surprise. The Kuribu doesn't seem to initially spot her approach, but the throw isn't great and the Angel definitely notices her after the throw.
Muziel tries to zap the angel again, in the hopes that he could somehow overcome its innate resistance to electricity.
; .
He then moves back into the fog for cover.
Muziel fires another blast of electricity at the Kuribu. Once again his aim is good, but the energy seems to dissipate across the divine being harmlessly. As the Angel nocks another arrow to retaliate, the Gnome ducks back into the cover of the fog.
As Kolaiah waits for Penelope to finish coaxing that sweet, sweet healing out of her wand, the Kuribu switches targets to the partially obscured Cimri as the only currently visible option. Even though the she isn't hidden, the fog does enough to mess with the perceptions of distance that the arrow passes by her without seriously threatening her well-being.
Just as the arrow sticks into the ground behind Cimri, Penelope finishes the process of activating the wand.
Not really having a outlet to cleave the thing to death, Penelope will hold her action, guarding Kolaiah's flank, if the flying thing swoops down to attack.
Kolaiah moves out of the clouds and fires at the angel!
"Pow!"
Penelope follows Kolaiah out of the cloud and readies an action to attack the angel if it comes within range. Kolaiah's wounds stitch themselves together a little while he moves out of the cloud and takes a shot with the bow, and the arrow strikes the small angel quite squarely. The concentrated evil flowing through the strike pierces the Kuribu's defenses and deals extra damage as well.
"Nice shot, Envy!" Cimri says, enthused. Then she runs over to where her masterwork dagger landed and grabs it out of the dirt. Given time, she'll try hiding in the fog and throwing it from surprise again, the expression on her face isn't hopeful that she'll be able to do much to help the anti-paladin even so.
"Stupid angel," mutters Muziel, annoyed at its imperviousness to his attacks. He goes over to the dead boy and searches his body for anything that might be of some use against this angel.
Muziel moves over to the fallen Loran and begins rooting around the body under cover of fog. Upon first cursory inspection, he notices the most obvious gear first. The cleric was wearing a chain shirt, carrying a masterwork light mace (still not drawn), and still holding his silver holy symbol of Iomedae in his hand.
The Kuribu, reeling from the surprising power of the shot from Kolaiah, outnumbered, and still worried about the unknown status of Loran, opens the mouth of its eagle face and lets loose an ear-splitting screech at Kolaiah and Penelope.
Success
Kolaiah will continue firing at the kuribu...
I truly hate this thing. Please for the love of all that's not so good in this word, KILL IT. she says much louder to Kolaiah than needed, due to her ringing ears.
She'll stand her ground, hoping the things comes down and she can hit it.
Both Kolaiah and Penelope resist the worst of the Angel's sonic attack, but while the damage could have been worse, it still impairs him enough that his next shot goes wide, sailing off into the darkness even as the Infernal energies knit his wounds back together.
Penelope maintains her ground, looking for an opening, but the heavenly being doesn't seem too keen to voluntarily give up its height advantage. Cimri picks up her dagger from the dirt and scampers back into the fog cloud. In a few seconds she'll use the concealment to creep her way back to the edge for another attempt, but there's only so much she can do at once.
Hoping to find something more immediately useful, Muziel continues to search Loran's body.
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Muziel, continuing his search of Loran's body does find some items that might be immediately useful. Tucked into the belt, partially obscured at first by the bulk of the masterwork mace, is a folded up sling next to a small pouch with ten small metal bullets as ammunition. Additionally, in a pouch on his chest, now partially ripped open by the damage from Penelope, is a glass vial of thick, red liquid.
The Kuribu then fires another arrow at Kolaiah, but the arrow sticks quivering into the ground between its two adversaries.
Kolaiah fires at the Kuribu again...
...and then moves back into the cloud.
Can you please... looking back at Kolaiah only to see him disappear in the cloud, Oh good idea! she smiles and steps back in as well, and decides maybe this would be a good time to start the healing process on herself.
Kolaiah's shot misses, and the two Dhampir take cover in the cloud, Penelope starting the process of exacting the healing energies from her wand. Cimri creeps her way back to the edge of the cloud and catches the Kuribu looking away. She takes the opportunity to throw her dagger with surprise. The Angel spots the dagger at the last moment, but not until its already too late to dodge. The surprise dagger penetrates the divine agent's defenses a little and Cimri pumps her fist and grins for a moment in triumph at having done something before realizing that she's now the only target available to it for retaliation.
Muziel picks up the sling and bullets he finds. As he does so, he tries to think whether it might be made of some material that could be helpful against the angel, like cold iron or silver. . Not that he was sure either would be more effective than usual against the angel.
Regardless, he quickly runs into a couple of people who might make use of his find - Cimri and Penelope. "Psst - one of you wanna try this sling?" he asks, holding out the weapon and ammunition.
Muziel is pretty sure that the sling bullets aren't of any exotic metal, just steel or regularly worked iron, but the ability to either add Penelope's prodigious strength or Cimri's deadly finesse would likely go a long way to punching through the Angel's defenses.
Cimri doesn't respond right away, as she's distracted by the Kuribu turning toward her and drawing back its bow with another arrow. She briefly regrets moving far enough out of the cloud to get a clean shot at the Angel as that left her open to a clean shot in retaliation, and the shot strikes true sinking the point about two and a half inches into her thigh.
Penelope will gladly take the sling, once her casting is done. Thanks Muziel. Me doing Something will make me feel much better. I kind of wonder what angel blood tastes like. Will it burn someone like me?
Kolaiah moves back out of the cloud and fires at the Kuribu...
Kolaiah steps out of the fog and releases another arrow. Even as the Kuribu turns to mark his arrival, the arrow, guided by Kolaiah's daemonic patron, finds the Angel's baby-like chest. Once again the power of his smite punches the projectile through the Angel's defenses, and with a look of surprise and pain the divine being crumples and falls down to the ground, dead. The night becomes quiet again, and over the next minute or so the conjured fog dissipates.
Cimri blows out a deep breath of relief. "I dunno what we would have done without ya, Envy," she says, smirking at him as she gathers up all the daggers she's thrown around the area. "I could barely scratch that thing and only if it wasn't looking. I thought our goose was cooked once Loran was killed."
Kolaiah ignores Cimri entirely, as he holds out the bow, "Excellent tool. To whom does it belong?"
Kolaiah approaches the kuribu. Having never seen such a thing before, he wants to learn about it, and perhaps cut off a remembrance or two. The ears? Claws?
Hearing the thud of the angel falling to the ground brings Muziel out of the fog to investigate. "You killed it! Hah!" He goes about collecting the remaining items from the fallen. "Now that Lacall's gotten away, he might go running to his mommy. Or maybe he'll lead us to the resistance? Anyway, he's a fugitive of the law now. We should follow his trail and see where it takes us. Someone should grab Wrath, too."
I believe it is mine. Penelope graciously accepts her bow back with a curtsy and a smile. You did very well, my lord her smile could be non-mocking for once. Hard to tell.
She dips her finger in the angel's wound to see if it burns, and if not gives that finger a lick. Her faces scrunches up in disappointment Nope, not good at all then shrugs I'll go get out sleeping beauty. Should I meet you back here or head in the fleeing one's direction?
"Hm . . . I guess we can just wait until she gets here. Who knows if we can even follow this trail? If we can't figure anything else out, the thing to do might be to go to the Temple of Iomedae." Muziel looks for obvious signs like a trail of blood that might be helpful for tracking Lacall.
A thought occurs to Muziel. Perhaps there was some use to be made from this Angel's skin, being a creature of good. Muziel will see if it's possible.
"Thank you Penelope. Having killed this creature with it, would you be offended if I offered to purchase the bow from you? I find I might have a sentimentality towards it," he says with a toothy grin.
Muziel is welcome to the skin, I just need a claw or something to remember it by.
Penelope laughs Sure. Muziel found it somewhere, so the thanks should go more to him.
She'll pound on the temple door, not knowing at all where Ismene sleeps.
The Angel's body has no claws, but it does have fingers, ears and other small extremities that could be taken and preserved as a keepsake without ruining the chances of making armor from the thing's skin.
A few moments after Penelope bangs on the doors of Ismene's temple, the front door opens slightly to reveal a sour-looking, wrinkled face barely lit by the candle the old man the face belongs to is carrying. The hand not holding the candle rubs grit out of his eyes and then runs back along the top of his bald head, making an unpleasant sandpaper sound as it goes.
"It's the middle of the night, child," he says, unable to completely mask the annoyance that he plainly feels and adjusting the priestly frock that he plainly threw on in a hurry. "Any sacrifices or prostrations can surely wait until morning. You'll be hard pressed finding the appropriate number of witnesses at this hour, anyway."
Muziel takes a look at the angel to see if it made any sense to try to skin the angel himself, or if he should seek help from someone else. Maybe he had enough anatomical knowledge to attempt it.
"I'm up, I'm up." Yawning, a drowsy Sister Ismene appears next to the old man. "Oh, hey Lu- er, Penelope. Kinda late to be finding religion, don't you think?" Yawning again, Ismene stretches, several loud pops and cracks issuing from her various joints.
Um sorry, your... um Priestly-ness...sir. Priest of any kind creep Penelope out a bit, but she tries to not show it too much. A couple of Iomedae brats tried to get into the jail just a bit ago, them and a angel of some type. I wanted to get our friend here in case the others take issue with us having to gut one or two of them. All while keeping the peace and all. She kind of feels like she's asking if an adult if their kid can come out and play.
The priest looks between Penelope and Ismene for a moment, then lets out a deep, long-suffering sigh. "If she wishes to help you in the middle of the night, that's her business. I'm going back to bed." The old man shuffles away from the door back into the temple, incongruously fuzzy slippers making whooshing noises on the stone floor as he departs.
Muziel decides he has no business trying to skin the angel. Maybe their necromancer friend could be of assistance, who knew?
He digs around the jail to see if there's a sack that he could use to cover the angel's corpse.
Ismene sticks her tongue out at the priest as he disappears back to his cell. With that bit of important business taken care of, she stifles a yawn, following Penelope back to the jail. "Wanna run that by me again? An angel attacked the jail? Is it still there?"
Yep, and annoying flying turd of a thing. It's body is still there... if Muziel hasn't cut it up for parts yet that is while heading back she'll give a full run down of what happened.
Returning to the jail, Penelope and Ismene find the scene much as it was left, with the exception that it's been slightly tidied. By now Cimri has collected all of her thrown daggers and has dozed off in one of the desk chairs. Muziel has found a sack of the appropriate size to fit the angel, but being that it's about the same size as he is, stuffing the corpse into it has taken him most of the time.
Cimri stirs a bit as the women return. "So what's the plan now, then?" she asks, blearily. "Me, I'm in favor of going back to sleep and worrying about it in a few hours."