Heccan Abraxi
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Heccan smiles as the outsider falls. He turns his increasingly wicked gaze to the last foe. Muttering curses born of the pit, he pours forth his power launching another barrage of arcane missiles at the beast.
Heccan casts magic missile at red.
MM: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 4) + 4 = 13
Rayne Deverin
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Rayne fires a shot at yellow.
Deadly Favored, Point Blank: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Deadly Favored, Point Blank: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
2d6 + 10 ⇒ (3, 4) + 10 = 17
| GM V |
Veriel cackles! Heccan and Rayne pound the deamon who roars in pain!
Then casts a spell on Heccan! Will save DC 19!
Round 8
Aramil [-21] Slow
Variel [-10] Slow
Heccan [-10]
Rayne [-5] Slow
BG 2 Red [-81]
BG 1 Blue DOWN!
Kira [-16]
BG 3 Yellow DOWN
Rayne Deverin
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Rayne fires off another shot, slowly.
Deadly, Favored, Point Blank: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Deadly, Favored, Point Blank: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
2d6 + 10 ⇒ (3, 4) + 10 = 17
| GM V |
Will Save Heccan: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 1 = 28
Ok so he crushes the save and then kills the beastie. The min damage from a magic missile will take it out.
As the monster falls you notice the candle you were given.
The flame burns blue, but moments later it begins to flare and sputter madly, coruscating through the spectrum until it settles on blood red. Within the frantic candle, images appear: first, a jagged black pagoda, then the image of a blue-skinned woman, her hair like a black shroud. Her jaws distend and erupt with fangs. Bakten’s face appears, his eyes wide with pain and terror. He falls from view and the candle’s flame winks out.
Upon arriving at Bakten’s sanctuary, they find his pooka servant aggrieved. Twig acts as a telepathic eyewitness, showing the you the following mental images: Bakten meditating, Bakten horror stricken, and Bakten’s body evaporating. Tears streak the pooka’s tiny face as she says, “Bakten so gone. But gone-gone? Great Beyond. Show candle, yes?”
Twig is asking if she can examine the candle of conveyance, hoping to determine if Bakten has truly passed to the Outer Planes. When you withdraw the candle, you receive a shock: the extinguished candle re-ignites itself, burning with a small, pale flame. Twig’s sorrow turns to joy: “Walk-lookers! Hope burns! New Bakten means new answers soon!”
Chronicles to come!