
Derrik Stonesmith |

Derrik seems to have a small field of magical runes move over his form as he moves himself up the stairs and a 10 feet from the door.
" Whatever evil in there... be prepared to die just as you comrades that assaulted our camp, tortured the people here and serve your Dread Lord. You will all suffer! "
He calls them out for the weak enemies they are; his metal form looking to steadfast and ready.
Casts Delay Poison; Moves to the outside of the door

Great Kraken of Cthulhu |

A monstrous, heavily muscled Orc, clad in furs and breastplate, and brandishing a double-headed axe, roars and charges from the back room, passing within reach of Yingzen....
Perception vs Yingzen's 35 Stealth check 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28 fails, making the brute susceptible to a sneak attack....
The Great Kraken continues his charge at Derrik (even if struck by Yingzen--the brute's momentum carries him forward)....
Raging charge with Orc double axe 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 hacks into Derrik for 18 slashing damage!

Mikey Jay |

MJ takes a 5-ft step up to the towering Orc and swings away with "BJ"....
Powerful hacking "BJ" 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20 2d6 + 19 ⇒ (5, 2) + 19 = 26 plus 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 vicious; backlash deals MJ 1d6 ⇒ 3 damage....hacks the Great Kraken for 32 slashing and vicious damage!
Powerful backswinging "BJ" 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 2d6 + 22 ⇒ (5, 1) + 22 = 28 plus 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11 vicious; backlash deals MJ 1d6 ⇒ 5 damage....misses....
Fudge!!

Great Kraken of Cthulhu |

After Derrik:
The Great Kraken roars in rage and pain....
Damn you, wench!! Get out here and heal me!! he roars over his shoulder at the cult priestess back in the room behind him....
Concentration check to take more than a single action due to Rheumy Refrain 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 fails....
*HACK!!* *COUGH!!*
He unleashes his rage on Mikey Jay with a single swing of his double axe....
Vital Striking Orc double axe 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (9) + 19 = 28 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (1, 4) + 10 = 15 slashes MJ for 15 damage....

Mikey Jay |
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Ow!! Be careful with that axe, Eugene....
Hasted by Radsworth's transmutation, MJ unleashes a barrage of attacks with his enchanted greatsword "Betsey Jo"....
Hasted Powerful hacking "BJ" 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30 2d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 2) + 19 = 23 plus 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6 vicious; backlash deals 1d6 ⇒ 6 to MJ....deals the GK 29 slashing and vicious damage....
Hasted Powerful hacking "BJ" 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34 2d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 2) + 19 = 23 plus 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11 vicious; backlash deals 1d6 ⇒ 6 to MJ....deals the GK 34 slashing and vicious damage....
Hasted Powerful backswinging "BJ" 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17 2d6 + 22 ⇒ (2, 4) + 22 = 28 plus 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3 vicious; backlash deals 1d6 ⇒ 2 to MJ....deals the GK 31 slashing damage.... A total of 94 slashing and vicious damage to the GK!
How do you like them apples, Great Crack-Head?

Great Kraken of Cthulhu |

The Great Kraken barely keeps his feet under him, so telling are his bloody wounds.... His green face, a twisted mask of bestial fury, grows pale from loss of blood, and his mighty limbs tremble with weakness.... But orcish ferocity keeps him fighting when less savage warriors might have succumbed to their wounds....

Derrik Stonesmith |

When Derrik is struck instead of red blood..black ichor comes from the wound. His helmet looking dead straight at the Orc that dared attacked him. Archaic mystical runes seems to alight everywhere and his armor as he speaks.
" YOU.. BEAST... I SHALL MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF YOU! SO THAT YOUR LORD SEES WHAT SHALL BEFALL HIM.. NOW-RURRAGHH "
The blood coursing through the runes in his armor.. glowing an ominous black as the sickening sound of metal, muscle and bone shifting comes from him. His arms elongate his armor seemingly becoming more like a skin and the sheen an alabaster white. His visor that looks much like a mouth seems to actually become one and with one last lurch Black-blood covered White Metallic Wings burst from his back. Wielding both Dawnbringer and Excalibur the creature known as Arthur gives a roar of fury; The form of what appears to be some metal Demonic Angel, Exacalibur a shining blue and Dawnbringer a vibrant red. It attempts to rip the Kraken asunder from the other side of Yingzen.
" GAAOOOORRAAAAWWRR!! "
Hasted Flanking Smiting Powerful Twin Excalibur: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 201d8 + 14 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 14 + (4, 4) + (6) = 30
Hasted Flanking Smiting Powerful Twin Excalibur: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 231d8 + 14 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 14 + (5, 6) + (2) = 29
Hasted Flanking Smiting Powerful Twin Dawnbringer: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 271d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 6 + (5) = 13
Secondary Hasted Flanking Smiting Powerful Twin Dawnbringer: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 251d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + (5) = 16

Sif, goddess of battle-skill |

Meanwhile, the goddess Sif descends to Midgard in a magical chariot drawn by a pair of fierce immortal rams (once the conveyance of her long-dead husband, Thor), unseen by mortal eyes.... She arrives behind the parking garage at the rear of The Silver Tower, the newly-forged Bifrost Blade wrapped in a gray cloak in her arms....
Her appearance instantly changes to that of one of the recently-slain cult priestesses as she passes through the entrance doors, barely noting the corpses of chimera, Morays, and priestess sprawled amid broken glass and an exploded office desk in the street outside....
She hurries up the stairs, pass 12 floors to the penthouse, recently converted to a temple of Dread Cthulhu..... Barely acknowledged by the piscodaemon and the hideous chernobue qlippoth lurking therein, she places the bundled artifact upon the altar and unwraps it....
A gift from the gods.... She murmurs with a devious smile.... Wield it with honor, Mikey Jay.... she whispers....
Without another word or glance at the evil fiends in the penthouse-temple, Sif, Norse goddess of battle skill and widow of Thor, turns and strides out of the Fane of Cthulhu and down through the 12 lower levels to her awaiting chariot, resumes her true shape as she steps into the divine vehicle, and races off to Asgard in a rainbow-hued flash of light!

Daemon-Lord of the Silver Tower |

Suddenly curious about the priestess who so casually deposited a glittering, rainbow-hued, crystal greatsword on the altar and departed without so much as a nod of acknowledgement, the Daemon-Lord of the Silver Tower rises from his seat and moves to the altar to inspect this newly-arrived "gift from the gods"....
He immediately detects the immense power radiating from the crystal sword, even as his divinatory ability to detect magic tries to tell him that the strange weapon is nonmagical....
Strange.... An artifact.... But where did she get it from?.... And who was that insolent witch, that she should come into my presence without paying me the proper respect!?.... I should ask her myself as I peel her skin from her flesh.... But this potent "gift from the gods" certainly deserves consideration.... Perhaps a flogging with application of salt to the wounds would be sufficient reminder for the witch to observe etiquette in my presence....
The DL of the ST stiffens as the piscodaemon senses the proximity of The Tentacled Terror (chernobue qlippoth advisor, and potential successor as lord of The ST) crawling nearer to inspect the Bifrost Blade as well....

Tentacled Terror of the ST |

As you wish, My Lord....
The qlippoth slithers away to find the "priestess" who brought the crystal sword in....
Searching among the cultists on the upper levels proves fruitless.... Perplexed, the qlippoth continues to search for the elusive priestess on the lower levels.....

Merlin the Wild |

From the shade beneath an anandoned Jeep Cherokee parked in the parking garage, Tomcat-Merlin watches the goddess Sif as she rides off in Thor's ram-drawn chariot, leaving behind a slowly fading rainbow trail in her wake, and wonders what business brought the Aesir goddess to this particular spot on Midgard....
He highly doubted it was coincidence or a mere trifle that brought a goddess to this place, and at this time.... He licks his paw and considers it awhile....

Summoned hound archon |

The hound archon snarls menacingly at the two barghests flanking him, and spins into action with his flashing blade against the evil outsiders....
Mwk greatsword 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18 slashes the gasping barghest with the Mjolnir-shaped welt, putting it out of its misery!
Mwk greatsword 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 = 11 misses the other barghest....
Bite 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 snaps on empty air....
The hound archon finishes by taking a 5-foot step that puts him in a position to flank the other barghest with Koran, if "Demon-Hammer" takes a 5-foot step as well on his turn....

Mikey Jay |

In round 3:
Sweet! Whatever the hell you just said froze her stiff as a corpse, Kailin.... Which I can make permanent with the old coup de grace, unless you guys want to interrogate this evil b%#&$ or whatever....
MJ uncoils a 3-foot length from the coiled silk rope at his hip and severs it with "BJ", apparently intending to bind the priestess' wrists next round....

Chesterfield the Top Hat |

Oh. Well, then, Mister Mahatma, I am terribly sorry for having offended your more delicate sensibilities with my Anglo-Saxon boorishness, if it please you, sir.... My esteemed crafter, who in his great humility, bade me swear never to reveal his identity, was an Englishman, and a respected wizard of the Order of the Golden Dawn.... But I, sir, am a top hat of the World, my dear fellow.... Not a mere Englishman, good sir!

Chesterfield the Top Hat |

Damn his marble tusks! How'd he suss it out!? Am I so like my father? And how does that portable pachyderm know of Aleister Crowley!? Do genies read him bloody bedtime stories or something!?
*Ahem!* The honorable....and brilliant.... Mister Crowley had nothing to do with my, as it were, manifestation....in the Sanctum Sanctorum during the graduation ceremony of.... Well, as I said, he had nothing to do with it!
The monocle wheels around the brim to flash with obvious ire at Mahatma's head poking out of Levinson's backpack....