Mikey Jay roars in rage and pain, and springs from the precipice up 20 ft, clearing the searing curtain of arcane fire, and then 20 ft west, bringing him within reach of Mephos and his shantak (and drawing an AoO from the shantak)....
DIE, UGLY HORSE-DRAGON OF CTHULHU!!!!
Sword of Sif 1d20+25 slices deep into the shantak's neck, dealing 2d6+23slashing plus 2d6 holy plus 1d6 acid plus 1d6 electricity damage!
Confirm crit confirms, crit damage
uh-oh....
A priceless grimace of fear crosses Mephos' normally cool, grinning face as he sees the head of his shantak steed hang nearly severed, and it's wings beat spasmodically for a few beats and then go rigid!
Mephos' shantak, nearly decapitated by MJ's blow with the mythical Sword of Sif, begins to plummet earthward....
....and with it, firmly strapped by multiple harnesses and belts into the aerial saddle, plummets Mephos!
NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Mephos and his steed crash to the floor of the canyon, a fall of 170 ft, dealing falling damage to Mephos, and if the shantak goes belly up during the fall and lands on top of him (50% chance, 01-50 on d%)........which it does....he suffers an additional crushing damage!
Mephos, Whisperer of Secrets, has met his doom, crushed beneath his own shantak steed!
It....wasn't....supposed to....
His vile soul is transported, shrieking in terror, into the terrible coils of his dread master, Cthulhu, who devours it without a thought!
Yingzen!
Sacred sorcs!
Levinson!
Daisy!
Shantaks!
Mephos!
Marcus!
Koran!
Derrik!
Mikey Jay!
Death priest!
Radsworth!
Necromancer!
So's ya's can see da list! Eeeeeek!
Unfortunately, yes.... PWS is a helluva spell! All the PW spells are, because there's no save, dependent on current hp total instead.
The death priest readies an action to defensively cast slay living on the first foe to come within reach of his hand....
Casts waves of fatigue, a 30-ft cone that catches Koran and MJ, rendering them fatigued (cannot run or charge, -2 to Strength and Dexterity)!
Koran is stunned for rounds....d'oh! Lol! Guess it was meant to be 4 rounds....
Not yet, but it is half-blind and more than half dead (61 damage, it has around 10 hp left)....
As the air is sucked from the surrounding space by the sudden ignition of a demons fireball, Radsworth knows the fiery blast will hurt. He drops and covers his head, saving his life in a very literal sense.
He struggles to his feet and looks upwards at the Necromancer and his Shantak...way up high..then grins and dusts off his hat.
"Down boy.."
He focuses his next spell, Telekinesis, on the rider. He uses the massive thrust of energy to Bull Rush the Necromancer of Cthulu off his Shantak, should such a feat be possible.
(Nat 20)
Levinson quickly turns her attention to the summoned Devil using her Infernal gifts to win it over.
Kepler roars in pain turning his full attention on the sorceress.
As the air is sucked from the surrounding space by the sudden ignition of a demons fireball, Radsworth knows the fiery blast will hurt. He drops and covers his head, saving his life in a very literal sense.
He struggles to his feet and looks upwards at the Necromancer and his Shantak...way up high..then grins and dusts off his hat.
"Down boy.."
He focuses his next spell, Telekinesis, on the rider. He uses the massive thrust of energy to Bull Rush the Necromancer of Cthulu off his Shantak, should such a feat be possible.
[Dice=Bull Rush]1d20+17
(Nat 20)
Yes! The horned devil grumbles, Awww, fun's over too soo--, and vanishes in a column of black, sulphurous smoke shot through with screaming red flame-faces the instant Mephos' black soul departs for destruction....
The powerful burst of telekinetic force blows the necromancer right out of his harnesses and saddle! He is sent plummeting toward the canyon floor....
F&&$!!! I don't have a single f*!!ing feather fall spell prepped!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
The necromancer plummets 170 ft to the canyon floor below, taking falling damage....
Because Radsworth technically acted before the necro in initiative, I retroactively rule that he could not have caught Koran and MJ in his wave of exhaustion spell while lying on his half-dead ass on the canyon floor 170 ft below....
[dice=Reflex]1d20+6
Levinson quickly turns her attention to the summoned Devil using her Infernal gifts to win it over.
Kepler roars in pain turning his full attention on the sorceress.
[dice=Power Attack Claw]1d20+16-2
[dice=Power Attack Claw]1d20+16-2
[dice=Power Attack Claw]1d20+16-2
[dice=Power Attack Claw]1d20+16-2[dice=Claw Damage]3d6+11+4
[dice=Claw Damage]3d6+11+4
[dice=Claw Damage]3d6+11+4
[dice=Claw Damage]3d6+11+4
The sorceress shrieks terrible screams of agony as Kepler rends her limb from limb and gobbles her entrails like a hawk would a rat's! She dies quickly but horribly....
Round 3! Eeek-eek!
Yingzen!
Sacred sorcs!
Levinson!
Daisy!
Shantaks!
Mephos!
Marcus!
Derrik!
Mikey Jay!
Koran!
Death priest!
Radsworth!
Necromancer!
Oooh! Oooh! Me fling poo!
Marcus, tired of playing on defense, decides to get in some licks of his own.
He reaches his hand out at the Death Priest who's been giving them so much trouble and smiles, casting out a net of confusion at the man.
Retroactive reality change: the devil is not dismissed by Mephos' demise!
Levinson pushes up her sleeve revealing the sigil of Mephistopheles as her eyes blaze with Hellfire and she speaks to the Horned Devil in the infernal tongue: "Ego sum illa Levinson Professor, Coner de creaturis ultra extrinsecus, planis, Dea reinkarnate Domini, et Magistri dyabolist Kania. Qui vocavit vos, et ceciderunt. Indignum est."
I am Professor Naomi Levinson, Summoner of creatures from beyond the outer planes, the Goddess Circe reincarnate, and Diabolist of Lord of Cania. He who summoned you has fallen. Unworthy to command such as you. Follow me now and your reward in the Nine Hells shall be great.
Marcus, tired of playing on defense, decides to get in some licks of his own.
He reaches his hand out at the Death Priest who's been giving them so much trouble and smiles, casting out a net of confusion at the man.
Will save vs DC 21 hold person succeeds! The death priest closes his eyes and breathes deeply a few breaths, shrugging off Marcus' spell!
[dice=CL 9th]1d20+9
Success! Levinson overcomes the devil's SR....
Lol! The death priest is stung by your harsh words and begins to cry.... J/k!
Channels a second time, healing all FOs of damage....
yingzen drinks his potion as he hides behind the boulder
Badly wounded and half-blind, the fallen necromancer's shantak steed dives 100 ft toward the canyon floor, where it's master lies prone and motionless....
The death priest's shantak steed wheels about, screeching in a terrible voice like glass grinding on glass....We are bested! We must flee, master! The shantak beats it's great wings and bears the death priest 100 ft west....
The torn-asunder sorceress' shantak follows suit, wheeling away back to the west and flying 100 ft away....
Levinson shouts to the horned devil before the Shantaks can escape,
"Kill those monstrosities, for the glory of the Nine Hells. Let none of the Old One's servants survive."
Levinson, go ahead and make a Diplomacy check as regards the horned devil....
Mikey Jay uses the aid another action to help Levinson convince the horned devil to switch sides....Diplomacy succeeds, bringing Levinson's Diplomacy result to 26....
Levinson will soon have that black rod, anyway.... She'll be a far more reliable and gracious master....err, mistress....than that oily bastard, Mephos....
The horned devil's vile, bat-like face splits in a toothy grin, and it rumbles with that horrid, clucking laughter....
I must admit....the favor of the Archduke of Cana holds more value to me than that of this squid-headed star-demon, Cthulhu.... I shall serve thee, Levinson....for now....
It plunges into the black sky over the canyon, then dives after the shantak that swooped after the necromancer on the canyon floor....
Terrible screams, some shantak and some human, echo up from the canyon floor as the horned devil completes it's grisly task....
The wall of fire burns for another half minute or so, but Daisy channels to heal her scorched companions after it burns out....
For now, the FOs are no longer under siege.... But the distant sounds of battle echoing across the canyon tell of assaults at other locations....
Koran sighs at his lack of action in the battle and floats down to the shantak that is covering Mephos's corpse. He bends down and lifts the beast off with ease. After retrieving the rod of faust he returns to his allies.
Koran tosses the vile rod to Levinson before walking over to Derek and grasping his forearm with a strong hand. "It's good to see you Arthur. What did I miss?
XP award: all PCs gain 7,085 XP.
Before Derrik/Arthur has much of a chance to catch Koran up, Professor Dirge teleports in, looking more haggard than usual, and showing charred spots on his garments indicative of fire or lightning....
He surveys the scene, sees that the FOs are all alive and more or less well....
We are victorious on all fronts, then! Good....but I fear the victory is a hollow one, as our stronghold has once again been compromised. As we had to relocate from the Everglades not so long ago, so we must again find a new home, unknown to our enemy.... But for now, come, Fierce Ones.... Let us rest. You've earned it.
The scrap was over quickly, Sun Mi noted with a bit of sadness. There hadn't been much action, but watching Rad psychic body slam the flying guy into the mud was pretty cool.
Then of course there was the demon, the beheaded Shantax, and all the other violence the Fierce Ones inflicted on the bad guys.
The sound of fighting and screams elsewhere sent a shiver through Sun Mi. Maybe she should find a place to hide?
Levinson takes the Rod of Faust and carefully begins to examine it while avoiding prolonged eye contact with Koran. As the only two known survivors of R'lyeh, she wasn't quite prepared to deal with discussion of it coming up again.
The professor sits back down on the ground before reaching out with her arcane senses to detect the magical properties of the rod.
From about 50 feet away, the feline-imp de-cloaked and floated back over to Levinson.
"Excellent showing, Arcanist. I could not have done a better job myself. Now... this seems rather interesting." Wormwood notes while looking over the rod and examining it's magical properties
"Daisy. Once again you are the glue that holds my bag of bones together...Thank you so much for all that you do for us. I don't feel like I have been as inclusive towards you as I had been towards Kate. Though I miss her, I think at this point your contributions towards us are greater than her own had been before her ..condition."
The Spellslinger sighs and listens to Dirge as he explains the situation.
"Thus the cycle continues. To new friends and foes then, wherever we go. Is it only the Fierce Ones relocating, or are we now moving two colonies at once?"
Levinson takes the Rod of Faust and carefully begins to examine it while avoiding prolonged eye contact with Koran. As the only two known survivors of R'lyeh, she wasn't quite prepared to deal with discussion of it coming up again.
The professor sits back down on the ground before reaching out with her arcane senses to detect the magical properties of the rod.
[dice=Spellcraft to identify properties]1d20+13
A chillingly familiar voice, searingly evil, sounds in Levinson's head....
Oh, my sweet mortal treasure.... This cosmic tapestry never ceases to amaze and amuse me.... How fitting--and so swiftly!--that the Rod I crafted six centuries ago for another favored mortal--my dear Doktor Faust--should now fall into the hands of my most recent prize.... I shall tell you what it does, my sweetling.... 'Tis your special gift from your master while you walk the mortal world....
The Rod of Faust: +5 dancing defending light mace; acts as all types of greater metamagic rod, each kind 3/day; 1/day can summon a horned devil as if by a summon monster spell (standard action for summoners); 3/day (CL 20th)--fireball (DC 18), wall of fire; 1/day--flame strike (DC 20)
"Daisy. Once again you are the glue that holds my bag of bones together...Thank you so much for all that you do for us. I don't feel like I have been as inclusive towards you as I had been towards Kate. Though I miss her, I think at this point your contributions towards us are greater than her own had been before her ..condition."
The Spellslinger sighs and listens to Dirge as he explains the situation.
"Thus the cycle continues. To new friends and foes then, wherever we go. Is it only the Fierce Ones relocating, or are we now moving two colonies at once?"
Daisy tears up a little, pouty lips quivering, and runs to embrace Radsworth, burying her face in his chest and weeping from either joy, stress, or likely both.
Th-th-thanks, Rad.... That means a lot to me.... *sniff*..... Are my people gonna have to leave the canyon?
"Daisy. Once again you are the glue that holds my bag of bones together...Thank you so much for all that you do for us. I don't feel like I have been as inclusive towards you as I had been towards Kate. Though I miss her, I think at this point your contributions towards us are greater than her own had been before her ..condition."
The Spellslinger sighs and listens to Dirge as he explains the situation.
"Thus the cycle continues. To new friends and foes then, wherever we go. Is it only the Fierce Ones relocating, or are we now moving two colonies at once?"
*sigh*.... It won't be easy, I've a feeling.... But my next stop is to speak with the chieftains of the Navajo peoples dwelling here, and try to convince them that their people are no longer safe here....
Dirge looks with weary, sympathetic eyes at Daisy as she weeps all over Radsworth's shirt....
I fear it would be best for your people to let go their old home and join us in seeking out a new, safer home, Daisy....