Urashu walked into the ring with his wand in hand, though he held hit behind him to prevent it from being broken. The awkward position meant he didn't have a chance to dodge he attack from the devil.
He's .... fast. Time to disappear.
The devil growls in irritation as you disappear, hunkering down in a defensive posture.
Urashu stays quiet as he pulls out a potion of fly and drinks it. He keeps the wand of vanish in his other hand.
HP=42
Luc chuckles. "At least I know that I got through this entirely on my own strength. You, on the other hand, may never know whether or not you could have done this on your own. You will never be able to give yourself that satisfaction."
Luc chuckles. "At least I know that I got through this entirely on my own strength. You, on the other hand, may never know whether or not you could have done this on your own. You will never be able to give yourself that satisfaction."
"I hope you never find yourself in a situation where you need any other's help to survive, you might then recall your words and understand."
The devil convulses at your touch, twitching and smoking before falling still, no longer breathing.
Urashu will pull out the wand of infernal healing in his other hand and then fly 25 feet into the air.
Hp=40
"There is a difference," says Luc, "Between not ever needing help, and not accepting help that you cannot count on."
Luc chuckles. "At least I know that I got through this entirely on my own strength. You, on the other hand, may never know whether or not you could have done this on your own. You will never be able to give yourself that satisfaction."
Morvan snorts at Luc. "Was there someone besides myself and the devil in the arena I did not see? I did, in fact, get through this entirely on my own strength. After all, there is more than mere physical strength. There is strength of mind, and strength of faith. In my case, it was my strength of faith in Asmodeus and my strength of mind in having the foresight to prepare appropriately, in addition to my physical strength, which allowed me to triumph. You did so with only physical strength, which is commendable, but unless you forged your own armor and weapons, you did not win that fight on your own strength by your own definition."
"There is a difference," says Luc, "Between not ever needing help, and not accepting help that you cannot count on."
"You are correct, in that statement. As long as my devotion to Asmodeus does not waver, nor my failure be too great, I always have help I can count on."
Urashu will use the infernal healing wand on himself. He'll then fly 20 foot at a height of 25 feet around the perimeter of the dome and sheathe his wand of infernal healing as he flies.
The devil growls and hisses a summoning chant, grown tired of waiting.
"You religious sorts always unnerved me."
mumbles Jathal.
"regardless, consdring the stakes, it makes sense for most people to go in overly prepared. Take pride if you didn't need to, take pride if you won because of preparedness. The achievement is a thing of pride, in and of itself."
Jathal snorts, a bit.
"or you can continue arguing. But perhaps that isn't the best way to treat people you potentially have to work with. Just a thought."
The Hellknights cheer obscenely loudly, heartily voicing their approval at the tactical efficiency. A signifier comes out and heals you of your wounds and guides you to the victors area, as the Vicarius nods and calls the next armiger.
"perhaps that isn't the best way to treat people you potentially have to work with."
"Exactly my point."
May I use one of my scrolls to bind a lemure before leveling up so that I can take the level in diabolist? (Binding a devil is a prerequisite for the class).
May I use one of my scrolls to bind a lemure before leveling up so that I can take the level in diabolist? (Binding a devil is a prerequisite for the class).
Yes, that's fine. Just make sure you roll the checks.
Morvan looks down at Jathal with a considering look. "You have much wisdom, it appears, Jathal. With such insights, you may find yourself in a favored position in short time." Morvan turns to Luc and extends a gauntleted hand. "I did not intend to cause you any offense. My apologies if I have done so."
Urashu somehow missed in his research that he devil could summon another devil. He recognizes the spell though, and he was a shoot first, ask questions later kind of fighter.
He flies into range of his pistol, drawing the small gun as he flies.
He pops into view in the area, 20 feet above and to the side of the devil, just as the silver bullet leaves the chamber.
A second devil appears in the arena, oblivious to your plight until the original points up. They both look up, then look at each other and (if it can truly be said that devilish discipline would allow such) seemed to sigh in resignation. They hunker down into defensive positions and wait.
Jathal rubs the back of her head.
"i'd hardly call it wisdom."
"Beast of Hell, I charge you to serve as my guard, protecting me from harm for a period not to exceed two days, in exchange for which I shall provide you with food for the duration of your service."
Luc clasps Morvan's hand in his own gauntlet. "I feel the same way," he says. "I am merely wary of reliance on things that may or may not be available when you truly need them."
"Hmm, you know, hearing you all talk about the pride differential of preparedness versus brute force makes me wonder if I over thought my own fight. I barely got a scratch but... Heh, anyone wanna buy twenty nine silver bullets, am I right?" Bail grins at the group as he chucks in his two cents.
1 day later...
"I assume 'bullets' are what that weapon you have uses for ammunition? Keep them. They may come in handy later. After all, there are other creatures out there they may be useful for."
Tybalt's dagger springs from his wrist sheath and he slashes at the devil.
"Hmm, How'd yeah like too shoot it? It's custom made for me so it won't feel quite like a standard one, but I'll tell yeah right here and now. Nothing, not one thing on this world, can compare too the feeling of a pistol kicking in you're hand and the smell of spent black powder filling your lungs." Baul draws his pistol, twirling it a bit before popping some gunpowder into the barrel and chasing it down with a silver bullet. He then twirls it once more, this time tossing it a ways into the air and catching it by the barrel.
"Go ahead, into the air. You'll get what I'm talking about, I'm sure of it. Baul also swings the handle of the gun at the other successful hell knights. A genuine smile creeping across his face. "How about you all? Any of you wanna give this ol'boomstick a test run?
Draw and drink potion of cats grace
Cast summon monster 3, lantern archon
Attacks original devil
Cast summon monster 3, lantern archon
Both archons attack the original devil
Color spray through gun at the original devil
Sheath gun while flying around
Draw loaded crossbow weapon and shoot at original devil with the silver bolt
Reload crossbow
Draw loaded crossbow weapon and shoot at original devil with the silver bolt
"Gah!" Tybalt reels as the blindly slashing devil makes contact.
His eyes go wide and then narrow again as he dashes in close to slash at the devil again.
The devil continues to flail around blindly, but fails to connect.
Showing his god respect, he takes a moment to put away his unholy symbol.
The devil charges you, but your magically enhanced defenses are more than a match for the barreling brute, and you easily avoid all damage.