Rexil moves up to take a swing at the closest lamia.
Praxim, don't forget the Bit of Luck. The ability that allows you to roll twice to hit and take the better roll.
(Damage above)
The alu-demon to the left steps in to the line of fire as Praxim shoots Delvahine the succubus. "No! Mistress!" she screams as the arrows pierce her. She dies, shielding her mother/mistress from the paladin's attacks.
Thordak cuts down one lamia, Rexil the other.
Delvahine grins evilly as she steps calmly through the tentacles, uncoiling her barbed lash.
The remaining alu-demon teleports to her side, ransuer in hand.
She lashes out at Thordak, but slips on the blood of the lamia, and misses!
Did Delvhane save against the glitter dust?
Praxim continues his barrage against the succubus.
Rexil steps up and gives the alu-demon something to think about.
Lym chants again, aiming her magic at the succubus like a scythe. As the spell goes out, it tears and savages at any magics she might have wrapped around herself!
As Praxim fills the succubus full of holes, Thordak aids the stone giant in taking on the alu-demon, yet, switches the power of his ring toward the succubus just for good measure.
Did Delvhane save against the glitter dust?
Lym chants again, aiming her magic at the succubus like a scythe. As the spell goes out, it tears and savages at any magics she might have wrapped around herself!
The alu-demon tries to sacrifice herself to save her mistress, but fails to move in time. Praxim's arrows slam into the succubus causing her to shriek in rage.
Rexil crushes the errant alu-demon, bringing her to her knees, where Thordak's first blow finishes her. Switching targets, he deals two solid hits to the demon.
Sorry. Tomaru's plan is to Bit of Luck Praxim for the rest of the fight.
If it's too late for that, then Silence her DC18
With the rest of the enemy defeated, the two celestials shift so that Archie continues to protect the group by the entrance, while Jughead circles to the other side of Delvhane and attacks her. (accepting the aoo)
Delvhane needs to make a DC 16 Will save or be affected by Aura of Menace (-2 to hit, ac, and saves)
Greatsword: mw, power attack, haste, flank
Aurora casts a
then an Intensified Boneshatter (Fort DC 22) x 1.5= 76
”Bye bye. Time to die,” Praxim says, and lets the arrows fly.
185 total
Tomaru drops a Silence, but the succubus shrugs off the affect. Alone and outmatched, she leans forward with a snarl and hisses at you, baring her fangs.
She drops into a roll, slipping under the swings of those around her. Rolling to her feet, she darts out of the room via the southern opening.
"Don't let her get away!" Lym shouts, and she takes flight.
Shaking his head, "Oh no ya don't, missy! You'll not be gettin' away from me THAT easy! Ya haven't called us 'Mistress' yet!" The dwarf then EXPLODES with a fantastic level of speed that even he didn't realize he possessed.
”Thordak! Wait for the hounds,” Praxim calls out. He delays until the hound archons and moves with them.
Rexil as well.
Tomaru casts Truesight before going out after the fiend.
Archie and Jughead move out trying to keep the group within their protective auras.
Don't forget that she is still marked with Glitterdust.
Aurora flies out after Delvhane
Adjusted positions.
Aurora flies after Delvhane and targets her with another Boneshatter.
Lym's missiles slam into the succubus, and she screams in pain. Impossibly, her screams get louder as the Boneshatter crushes her skeleton from the inside. Twisting in agony, the demoness falls in a heap, dead.
"Got her!" Lym shouts. "We did it."
With a sigh, the Wizard settles back to the ground and with a careless gesture banishes the writhing tentacles.
"Alright," she says, as she briefly braces her hands against her knees and sighs out a long breath. "Alright. Let's collect the final component and see about the man in the cage. After that, we need to find the spot where we can augment our weapons."
Lym hesitates, then adds: "And we need to consider whether we'll sweep out the rest of this rat's nest as well. There are still five more schools to consider -- and cleanse."
”They haven’t been causing any trouble for thousands of years. Not much reason to think they’ll start now. Of course, there might be some nice treasures, but are they worth us dying and having nobody left to stop Karzoug’s return?”
As the demon dies, the dwarf's fury relents as he catches his breath. "Whew! Blast I'm beat. Good thing too that we beat her. Otherwise, she was about to die," he states as a matter of fact, to tired to give what he said any thought.
Finding a wall to lean against, he listens in on the conversation. His ears then perk up at the sound of 'nice treasure'. "Nice treasure? Ya say there's nice treasure? Well... let's not jump ta conclusions, lad. What if the lass is right? What if this rat's nest does need ta be cleaned out, else, you'll just have more rats flitterin' about. And ya don't want a bunch of flitterin' rats runnin' about an' goin' around destroyin' the world! It ain't natural I'm tellin' ya! Flitterin' rats and all their chaos! It's just not!" he nods emphatically as he drags a rag across his forehead to wipe the sweat off.
Listening to the dwarf, Praxim tries to follow the tirade. ”Thordak, when did you learn Thassilonian?”
The dwarf raises an eyebrow a moment as he ponders the question. And ponders the question. Still pondering the question. Eventually the dwarf finds himself simply shaking his head. "I'm thinkin' I don't know that language, lad. But maybe I should know it... maybe I should..." he decides, thinking this might be a good time to learn, although, he's not really sure why.
Tomaru stands there concentrating for several moments after Thordak finishes speaking. Eventually he nods his head "Right." Though he seems to not be very sure.
With the hag-fiend dead, Aurora lands and furls her wings back into her. "Rats just should not flitter."
"They also should not be available to help Karzoug with his comeback."
Strewn about the chamber are a dozen exotic, bejeweled toys and devices of decidedly erotic natures that Delvahine uses in her debauches. The functions of some of these devices are salaciously obvious in some cases, but in others isn’t always clear at first glance. As a collection, they are worth 2,400 gp, but not all merchants would publicly admit to an interest in purchasing them.
The succubus herself carries a +2 glamered mithril chain shirt, sadist's lash, +1 dagger, belt of physical might +4 (Dex, Con).
A human-sized birdcage with flimsy silver bars decorated with delicate golden birds and flowers stands on four slender legs here. The cage doesn’t seem to have a door.
The inside of this birdcage contains a shivering man wearing little more than a set of chains and a thick leather collar. A pair of clay bowls occupies one corner and a pile of straw sits in another.
"These... items are the final ingredient we need to Rune-forge weapons," Lym says, with a brief gesture at Delvahine's 'toys'. "Now we just need to find the spot where we mix these with the glass from the wing of Pride, and we can get cracking."
Lym makes a face at some of the items lying around. "Ecch. Thordak, how about we do it like we did collecting the keys to this place? Hold up the sack and I'll levitate them in."
"Hello?" Lym says to the man in the cage. "Can you hear me? Delvahine is dead. Does that make a difference?"
"Pick that one," Praxim says, pointing to some bizzarish bladed contraption. "Looks like a dwarven beard trimmer."
"Only question is...what kind of beard?"
"It's not the shape that matters. We just need one... item for each weapon," Lym says, very pointedly looking away from the 'beard trimmer'.
"Pick that one," Praxim says, pointing to some bizzarish bladed contraption. "Looks like a dwarven beard trimmer."
"Only question is...what kind of beard?"
The man doesn't move or show any other indication he hears Lym. Every once in a while, his body quivers as if he's laughing. But you can't hear him...
"What do we do with him?" Lym asks. "He's been driven round the twist, looks like. But if we leave him in there, he'll starve."
"Maybe he just can't hear us. Could there be sound-blocking magic? After all, she probably wouldn't want to listen to him sob and cry constantly.
"Only way for us to be sure is to let him out. I worry, though; he's probably one of the Thassilonians who worked here at Runeforge. He may be a wizard of some skill."
Lym makes a face at some of the items lying around. "Ecch. Thordak, how about we do it like we did collecting the keys to this place? Hold up the sack and I'll levitate them in."
"Works for me, lass." He then holds open the sack to help out.
Shooting an evil stare toward Praxim, "There'll be no trimmin' of me beard! None! And there's only one kind of beard ya crazy elf!" he huffs. Sometimes I wonder about that elf. He's always talkin' nonsense. By Torag, I wonder if he ever actually hears himself?! I'm thinkin' he may be losin' his mind or somethin'. I guess this kinda place'll do that to the lesser minded folk. Dwarves, such as meself, were born to remain strong minded no matter the situation, he comes to the conclusion, nodding as if that makes perfect sense.
"I say we let 'im out. Even if he is a wizard, he looks in no shape to be throwin' magic around. And if he is foolin' us and gets the jump on us...," he stops, looking back over at the practically unmoving man before, "Yeah I say we let him out. This one's got nothin'."
Is Tomaru's True Sight still active and, if so, what does he see when he looks at the man in the cage?