Exhaling finally to see that none of the demons attack Abigail -- and that her cat, even, is still standing -- Tik chuckles a bit as he sails through the air toward the battle. When he gets overhead he twitches his whiskers again at the demons and singsongs: "Comb of rooster, nose of sheep / Tears of willows that can weep / Won't you *ssholes go to sleep?"
In mid-swing the two demons' eyes roll back into their heads. They slide down into heaps in the sand, their chins stained by their own venomous drool. "Hehehehehehe. Ever accommodating, aren't you dearies?"
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Protection from evil - round 4 of 10
Confusion (on Demon #7) - round 3 of 10
Aroden's invisibility - round 2 of 10, minute 1 of 6
Thaddeus looks back at Liette and nods. "She will be safe. I will protect her."
Striding forward behind Vultrix, Thaddeus very quietly whispers in the creature's ear. It nods, lowers its pipe and begins muttering quietly. Springing up from the ground around Abigail arises a barrier- part glass, part shining metal, nearly two feet thick, a walled sphere encompassing her fallen form, protecting her from the demons. Slits open in the metal spines of the sphere, and they belch forth hot blue fire around it, a blazing inferno providing another means of persuasion.
When you are mounted and use the charge action, you may move and attack as if with a standard charge and then move again (continuing the straight line of the charge). Your total movement for the round can't exceed double your mounted speed. You and your mount do not provoke an attack of opportunity from the opponent that you attack.
Not quite sure that Abigail is safe yet, Viorel decides to rather ready himself to take down opponent if one decides to try attack her. He prepares to cast the spell via the magic vest. I hate this spell it just feels wrong in my core.
Haste: +1 attack, +1 Reflex, +1 AC; 3 Rounds
Poison: -2 Str
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Taking a few steps forward, Liette raises Valor to shoulder-level and fires a single shot downfield towards the demons savaging Abigail's beast. The round whizzes past the demon, skimming just over shoulder-level. Cursing to herself, Liette slams the side of the revolver against the butt of her palm, ejecting the cylinder in a smooth motion. She shakes the gun to the side, flinging smoking casings to the ground, then quickly reaches down to the bullets in her belt and begins plugging them in, then snaps the revolver shut.
"Get her out of there!" Liette pleads to Thaddeus.
Kenan orders Tsonjiin to fly a new low pass at the demons while he fires a barrage of arrows against the most wounded.
Crissor moves closer and seeing Abigail in deeper trouble he growls out. "I will not let the innocent fall again!" He focuses healing energy into his hand and then throws the ball of healing energy at Abigail.
Stepping forward, Thaddeus pulls a small silver spade from a pouch, tossing it forward onto the ground near the demons. He mutters a quick incantation and it sinks into the ground, bringing the earth with it, a great gap appearing in the land. It tries to suck in two demons.
Stepping forward, Thaddeus pulls a small silver spade from a pouch, tossing it forward onto the ground near the demons. He mutters a quick incantation and it sinks into the ground, bringing the earth with it, a great gap appearing in the land. It tries to suck in two demons.
The demon who was blinded by the vulpinal's smite teleports out of sight.
The nerizo under the effect of Tik's confusion spell stands babbling incoherently to itself.
The other three turn on Dusari, trying to claw the tiger to shreds before they are killed. As one of them approaches the huge tiger, he lashes out at it with a paw. The demon dodges Dusari's blow. Once they have the tiger surrounded two of hound demons bite at his flanks, while the one standing over Abigail bites and claws at Dusari's face. The demon in front of the tiger savages his eyes and face with its claws. One of the ones behind Dusari gets ahold with its teeth and rips a chunk of meat free.
Dusari Sansa roars from the pain, his eyes filled with rage and fear for his mistress. He lashes at the demon closest to Abigail, claws and teeth dancing in a pink bloody cloud.
Exhaling finally to see that none of the demons attack Abigail -- and that her cat, even, is still standing -- Tik chuckles a bit as he sails through the air toward the battle. When he gets overhead he twitches his whiskers again at the demons and singsongs: "Comb of rooster, nose of sheep / Tears of willows that can weep / Won't you *ssholes go to sleep?"
In mid-swing the two demons' eyes roll back into their heads. They slide down into heaps in the sand, their chins stained by their own venomous drool. "Hehehehehehe. Ever accommodating, aren't you dearies?"
Thaddeus looks back at Liette and nods. "She will be safe. I will protect her."
Striding forward behind Vultrix, Thaddeus very quietly whispers in the creature's ear. It nods, lowers its pipe and begins muttering quietly. Springing up from the ground around Abigail arises a barrier- part glass, part shining metal, nearly two feet thick, a walled sphere encompassing her fallen form, protecting her from the demons. Slits open in the metal spines of the sphere, and they belch forth hot blue fire around it, a blazing inferno providing another means of persuasion.
Not quite sure that Abigail is safe yet, Viorel decides to rather ready himself to take down opponent if one decides to try attack her. He prepares to cast the spell via the magic vest. I hate this spell it just feels wrong in my core.
Taking a few steps forward, Liette raises Valor to shoulder-level and fires a single shot downfield towards the demons savaging Abigail's beast. The round whizzes past the demon, skimming just over shoulder-level. Cursing to herself, Liette slams the side of the revolver against the butt of her palm, ejecting the cylinder in a smooth motion. She shakes the gun to the side, flinging smoking casings to the ground, then quickly reaches down to the bullets in her belt and begins plugging them in, then snaps the revolver shut. "Get her out of there!" Liette pleads to Thaddeus.
Kenan orders Tsonjiin to fly a new low pass at the demons while he fires a barrage of arrows against the demon Dusari just savaged. His arrows destroy the fiend, and it collapses into a pile of ash.
Crissor moves closer and seeing Abigail in deeper trouble he growls out. "I will not let the innocent fall again!" He focuses healing energy into his hand and then throws the ball of healing energy at Abigail.
Coughing up a cloud of dust and blood, Abigail's eyes squint at the blue sky above her, looking for signs of movement, but all she sees is a great wall extending upward beside her.
I am not dead! is all that comes to her as the pain from her injuries register.
Hearing the noise of battle, she lifts her head in reaction and her hands look for her spear. She closes her eyes and mutters a prayer of thanks as she feels the wooden shaft in her grasping fingers.
She turns around on her belly, her hair a messy tangle of blood and dust, and looks around her. Satisfied, she asks Erastil for strength. A crying smile rises on her features as she lets the healing energy mend her body. Suddenly, she feels more fluid, ready.
Her life is for His service.
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The confused demon stops babbling and turns to Abigail. Seeing through the illusion, it snaps out at her with its wolfish teeth. The demon bites down on Abigail's leg, worrying it with several lashes of its head back and forth before letting go.
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Attack nearest creature.
Pass
Circling above the battlefield, watching the demons dwindle in numbers, Tiknesr gives the last Neziro standing the stinkeye.
"Be a dear now, and fall into my comrades' blows, won't you?" he calls to the demon, cackling.
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Hovering in midair Tiknesr nods to Viorel. "Nice timing. What comes next? I suppose there's a good chance it just teleports away in a few seconds, but if it doesn't, what should we do? Perhaps Kenan flies it up high and then drops it?"
"As for these other two, they won't stay asleep forever. Anyone feel like doing the honors?"
Crissor grinds his feet into the ground and sights the last demon standing, he archs his bow ever so slightly and lets out a hyena like bark of anger. "Erastil aid my arrows flight!" The arrows streak out and into the demon's throat and heart trailing holy light the entire way.
Viorel raises his voice to yell out instructions. "Surround it, the ice can't stand much damage, just overwhelm the enemy. Finish the sleepers after."
"Hehehehe, this demon's in for a rude awakening, eh?" Tiknesr giggles.
"Thinking like a swarm is one of my specialties. If I may, I'd suggest that Abigail's kitty or dear Kenan 'break the ice', as it were, hopefully damaging the demon along the way. Immediately after I can hex the poor beast so it's easier to hit. Then the rest of us can likely finish him off...with Viorel and Abigail in reserve to cast a spell, only if needed? What do you think? I suspect the abomination will be pulp within seconds."
Seeing the demons incapacitated, Liette casts a furtive look back to Viorel, then offers a brief nod before jogging ahead with jingle of spur and the crunch of earth underfoot. As she moves, Liette slides Valor into its holster at her waist and quickly draws out Valor, snapping the cylinder open and shaking the spent shell casings out onto the ground. As she comes to a stop just past Crissor, the paladin looks back to the gnoll briefly while loading rounds into her revolver.
When she's finished, Liette's attention turns worriedly to Abigail. She watches the older woman just long enough to make eye contact and motion to her, indicating that she's going to advance and heal her once the rest of this unpleasantness is settled. Looking back to Crissor she asks, "Should we take out the sleepin' ones?"
While his comrades prepare their attack, Kenan lands and orders Tsonjiin to fight for his own.
The group gathers and surrounds the demon, smashing it to bits. The other two sleeping demons are quickly put out of their misery with arrows or bullets to the brain.
"I've been better," Liette admits to Abigail with a hushed tone of voice, holstering her revolver as she turns away from one of the executed demons. Approaching the older woman, Liette reaches out and lays a hand on her shoulder, sending a warm wave of light deep through her bones and aching muscles, causing her blood to clot at her injuries and soothe her agony.
"Inheritor bless you," Liette murmurs, letting her hand raise from Abigail's shoulder. Only then does she check her own wound created by the demon, brows furrowed and lips pursed.
"That—looks awful," is said with a hoarse laugh as she paws at her own wound gently. "Explains the numbness in m'muscles an' the ache though."
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Thaddeus whispers a thank you to the fox-faced man; he tips his cap and falls into a portal. Queezle and Thaddeus make across the desert sand towards Abigail, dodging between the remnants of battle. Thaddeus wipes sweat from his brow. "...how in the planes did we survive that." He looks up to where the voidwyrm was.
Crissor pants and sheathes his bow moving over to Abigail "by Erastil you gave us a scare." He looks her over for any more wounds and gives a cursory look over at Dusari Sansa.
Tiknesr lets himself float down to the ground. In answer to Thaddeus, the rat giggles and says, "Because you all pack quite a punch, that's why! A dragon blasted to death in seconds? I never dreamed I'd get to see that in what's left of my weary lifetime." The old rat strokes his beard, marveling.
"Abigail, I'm sorry you and your kitten got stuck up on the front lines by yourself though. What can we do about that next time? None of us is really made for taking the kind of abuse these monsters dish out, are we?"
Before moving on Tiknesr is going to go sniff around for bits of fur or blood left behind by the demon that teleported away.
Tikneser can find some.
Thaddeus spreads his hands and summons two new chariots of ghostly blue matter.
The mage gives a warm smile to the older women happy to see they survived without casulties. "Alright let's get the trophies and move on. We should probably take the scales off the dragoon." Viorel notes. After casting a spell he goes trough the battlefield to see if there were any magical items among the enemy, mostly concerned for other divination devices.