Livain jumps forward using her wings to propel herself. She lands on one of the tables dropping to a knee and releases an arrow she had nocked aiming for Vilicent.
"Agh! Grrrrrr..."Vilicent shouts in pain and growls at Livain. He steps back, playing a new melody on his violin now, different from before. "I have had enough of you, dark not-elves, foul creatures of Shadow! Let me give you some new playmates, a demonstration of the powers of hell that you are daring to trifle with!" Rends appear in the fabric of space and three filthy, bearded devils step out, their prehensile beards swirling and writhing disgustingly.
Vilicent places the Barbazu in front of his three greatest threats thus far; one slices Livain with its glaive, creating an infernal wound that peels back the skin on her arm like terrible, cracked black lips. The other two devils appear in front of Mai and Glor, but those warriors are able to dodge the swings at the last second, the brimstone-heated blades whistling through empty air millimeters from their intended victims.
Knowledge planes
"Barzabu hits them with goodly weapons o silver ones, useless is fire o poison, They feel little from acid o cold and spells have trouble against them."
"Nothings ever easy." Maiathreen mutters darkly as he dodges and avoids the glaive setting the devil up for a counter attack.
As the room further consumed by chaos, the sight of the specters and their strange song causes Min to shudder. He crushed down old memories as he climbed up on a nearby table so he could get a better shot at Vilicent. But as he took aim with his Longbow he fed on his anger and smiled as yet another arrow hammered into the demon.
Standard action flight hex to area above M7
Going to hit Vilicent with the misfortune hex once I am in range!
Will Save DC 17
”I turn tha fates against you Demon!”
Stop in the air high enough to allow arrows to still be fired!
"Kill this demon archers!"
Standard action flight hex to area above M7
Going to hit Vilicent with the misfortune hex once I am in range!
Will Save DC 17
”I turn tha fates against you Demon!”
Stop in the air high enough to allow arrows to still be fired!
Vilicent sneers up at Belsarious. "Oh so it flies, too? You have more in common with demonkind than you know, witch. I wonder who your patron really is...hahahahahaaa..."
Glorfindal rocks back on his clawed heels at the sudden appearance of the bearded devil. He spares a quick glance at his intended target, wishing he could continue on but it would be best to take down the fiend at hand.
Glor roars as he launches into a dazzling attack of claws and fangs.
Dolo shouts across the room, "This is for the Lionhearts!" as he draws his crossbow and fires on the devil, Vilicent.
[ooc]Heavy Crossbow Attack=
Damian focuses on the devil, continuing to intone his condemnation. "If you must strike a bargain, make it one to save your fiendish life! Void your bargain with the Lionhearts and I will spare you. It is your choice what happens here, to choose between your own destruction and your salvation." He intensely focuses on the devil, paying no attention to the summoned beasts. He slashes intensely, viciously even, spilling more of the creature's dark ichor. His sword, blessed by the Inheritor, shines with a holy light as it cuts through the beast's defenses. It remains clean and untainted by the unholy blood.
Maiathreen uses Stryke to guide the glaive out wide he then strikes twice with his spell enhanced speed. Smiling grimly as the blade bites into infernal flesh twice.
Attack :1 d20 + 13
Maiathreen uses Stryke to guide the glaive out wide he then strikes twice with his spell enhanced speed. Smiling grimly as the blade bites into infernal flesh twice.
@Brook, @Keythan, @Lin: The Kuthites make murmuring noises amongst themselves, but only the one woman speaks loud enough to be heard clearly. "That is fine, master dragon, we've so few weapons, anyway; mostly just ones used for hunting." They unstrap a couple packs and set them by the door along with their weapons which do, indeed, look rather meager.
They make their way down the steps to the fire and sit. One of the women notices Brook. "Oh! Such a handsome young man. Such...such a handsome one. What is your name, if I may ask? I am Doniara." She smiles broadly, but there is little warmth in it.
Arm aflame with pain from the Barzabu's glaive Livain continues to fire arrows at Vilicent her aim going horribly wide on two shots because of the cut to her arm but she still manages to put 2 arrows into the devil.
Lin was tense even after they disarmed. Their meager weapons told her either they were fools or something else... Perhaps something worse...
Hurry back Min... Her thoughts were dancing between hopeful and grim, as she slowly picked up a large piece of wood and tossed it easily into the fire, she watched the priests reactions as she looked across the fire at them. The angry sparks reflected in her eyes as they swirled and died in the cool air of the chamber. "This young soldier is Rook, he is indeed handsome enough to eat but I wouldn't try, he is quite skilled." She gave 'Doniara' a toothy smile, although her smile lacked it's usual mirth. She watched their faces as she asked. "So what do you seek in Manaus? Have you heard any news from the city?"
She occasionally added more wood to the fire, intent on making it a blaze before long.
"Deny it not foul demon! Gozreh is mah patron!"
The massive volley of arrows from Min, Livain, and Dolo coupled with Sir Damian's lethal sword strokes serve to damage Vilicent enough that the devil is getting angry, and is clearly hurt. Huffing his breath out in furious bursts he steps back and plays a crazed, high dirge on his fiddle.
"Enough! Knight of the Silver Flame I tire of our dance. Time to change the tune to something more crackling and electric! Haha!" A giant blast of lightning pours out from the tip of his violin bow, shooting into the valiant knight.
All three of the bearded devils take a step back so they can use their glaives and get opportunistic attacks on anyone seeking to approach. The devil by Glorfindel misses with both his strokes, finding the draconic outsider too wily a foe to easily pin down.
The devil by Maiathreen sneers and growls as the agile aellar dances around his swings. "You should be one of us, shadow-elf; the night is in you, the dark twists your soul even now. You cannot be redeemed. Give up! Join us! Know the majesty of Veriala, who will rule all! You make a mockery of your own very existence by parading about with these...these vagrants! An academic, an exiled scout, a cursed woods elf and an unwanted knight-errant! If they knew what you truly were, they wouldn't have you around anyway! Hah!"
Before he can form a retort to the bearded beast's jeering, Maiathreen's attention is taken by a cry of pain from his beloved Livain, whose exclusive concentration on the fiend with the fiddle has allowed her immediate foe to land a brutal slash across her side and back, leaving a festering wound, already black and grey with rot from some infernal curse.
Barely in time, Damian holds his shield up and deflects the worst of the lightning away from him. He grits his teeth as the rest of the electric blast flows through him and into the ground. His armor shines a bright light as it absorbs most of the remaining charge, though the knight still smokes with some contact burns on his forearm. "We will never falter! Never fail! This world is protected, fiend. We will defeat you, just as we will defeat the Dragonflights and restore peace to the world. Remember that as you go screaming back down to Hell!"
Min turns when he hears livain cry out, if she fell it wouldn't be long before these demons overwhelmed them. She was to important to fall...
Min dropped his bow and quickly dashed down the longtable making a daring leap to Livains table. As he leapt through the air he tucked in and rolled upon landing but as he sprang to his feet gracefully he drew his bastard sword and tumbled past the demon placing himself between the enemy and her.
As the demon stared in disbelief at the half breeds speed Min spat in his eye and smiled determinedly as he locked blades with the demon before him. "Lets see how well you do against me you ugly son of a goat! Milady, fall back if you need to, I will cover you as best I can!"
The devil by Maiathreen sneers and growls as the agile aellar dances around his swings. "You should be one of us, shadow-elf; the night is in you, the dark twists your soul even now. You cannot be redeemed. Give up! Join us! Know the majesty of Veriala, who will rule all! You make a mockery of your own very existence by parading about with these...these vagrants! An academic, an exiled scout, a cursed woods elf and an unwanted knight-errant! If they knew what you truly were, they wouldn't have you around anyway! Hah!"
Maiathreen turns around at the Livain's cry he starts to move towards her when just as Min jumps in front of her. "You think I'm like you?" He starts as he spins back around blade poised to strike his words seeped in anger and pain at seeing his beloved wife injured. "There may be darkness inside us, but we refuse to allow it to dictate what happens to us. You would never care about the well being of others it is beyond your ability. You are nothing the darkness that taints us is nothing compared to the void that is you and your masters existence. And if we are truly beyond redemption then I guess we'll just have to take all of you along for the ride."
|Mai, let's show them what we can really do.|
Reflex save
With a crackle of electricity Belsarious becomes still the flight magic fading as he drifts down onto the tabletop below......
i think that lightning bolt only hit Damian, based on our positions on the map you are probably still active >.>;;
just thought i would say something before you lost the rest of your actions lol ^.^;;
DM was the lighting a single stroke or more chain lighting?
Min has pointed out I may not have been in the path! That would be a good thing!
DM was the lighting a single stroke or more chain lighting?
Min has pointed out I may not have been in the path! That would be a good thing!
"Mock us not demon, I reason focus upon Villicent once he is bested tha other demons are a pittance....."
Deadly Aim with Longbow
Razor tusk arrow
Attack
Damage
Vilicent stops playing his violin and roars in pain when Belsarious' arrow hits him. The Enhathladi missile seems to have done more damage than other arrows, even Min's lethal thistle arrow.
Min's swipe at the Bearded devil is thrown off by his acrobatics; maneuvers in which he is unpracticed. Nonetheless, he succeeds in interposing himself between Livain and the fiend, who's beard twitches in aggravation.
@Lin, @Keythan, @Brook: Doniara, apparently the spokesperson, continues to talk while the others nod along or take bits of rations out of their bags and start munching on them, chewing deliberately. "In Manaus we have begun a new colony; a suburb on the southeast shore of the Mana river, stretching back to the gates that allow entry for merchants using the trade routes. In this new settlement we will be free to practice our religion free from the persecution of lesser minds and weaker hearts. It will be a glorious beginning in these strange times of flux."
Glorfindal continues to roar defiantly as he launches into yet another dazzling attack of claws and fangs.
MISS!
Dolo moves a bit closer (SE of Mai) and shouts across the room, "Infernal beast! You are blind to the injustice of these souls! May Iomedae steal your sight!" as he casts Glitterdust at the devil.
Vilicent roars in frustration and pain as Dolo's glitterdust spell blinds him.
Damian continues the offensive, though he was caught in the glitterdust's blast of blinding particles. He blinks away the dust for a few seconds as he continues to swing, missing the devil each time. "You are beaten by the Skyknights of Izmir. Remember that name, and be sure to tell your brethren once you return to Hell!" He punctuates the declaration with a solid blow of his holy blade, plunged into the devil's stomach.
Maiathreen ducks forward and stabs Stryke into the Barbazu and sends a burst of electricity coursing through the blade.
"Fall demon underling into the flaming pits!"
Deadly Aim with Longbow
Razor tusk arrow
Attack
Damage
"Thanks just keep him off of me."
Livain says with a sigh of relief as Min blocks the Barbazu allowing her to put five arrows rapidly into Vilicent.
"aaaaaaaAAAAAARGH! ENOUGH! HOLD!" Vilicent is scrabbling backwards on the ground, bleeding from many wounds and pierced by multiple arrows. His black blood is gushing out and his breath comes in terrible wheezes. It is clear, now, that he is no true Cornugon, as he pretended, but is nonetheless a devil of that variety; high up in Hell's hierarchy. He looks up at Belsarious, then over at Sir Damian. "Who are you really? Who sent you here? This place...this place was supposed to be inviolate. But..you shine...so. Like...like her."
Meanwhile, the Bearded Devils continue to fight. The Barbazu on the table tries to adjust its position, so it can use its glaive but in so doing throws off its swings so much that it misses Min badly, the infernal blade whistling past the expert scout's armor.
Maiathreen's advance costs him a swift attack of opportunity from his opponent, which is followed up by a second devastating slash to the ribs, even as the devil is wincing in pain from Mai's accurate attack. The last slice misses, but the two hits both create terrible, already-infected and festering wounds on the Aellar's sleek flesh.
The last bearded devil shouts in triumph as he manages to land a hit on Glorfindal, hacking open the outsider's leg.
Damian prepares to finish the devil off, holding his sword up at the ready for the task. "Destiny brought up here. We have received the Blessing of the Inheritor while in this place, blessings that we have used to defeat you. You have one final chance, one final offer: I will guarantee your safety on my word as long as we remain in this place. My price is the complete and unconditional voiding of the Lionhearts' bargain, as well as your truthful answer to any question we might ask. Call off your minions, fiend." He holds the sword above Vilicent's chest, ready to plunge it in if the generous offer is refused.
Min smiled determinedly as the demon stepped away and tried to strike him with its infernal glaive. As it swung Min steppe into the blows and deflected them easily enough, he hoped to avoid the terrible injury these demons could inflict but at the moment only Livian's safety mattered. Hearing Vilicent's cries Min raised his blade and brutally slashed the bearded devil before him. He continued to slash and advance, as he commented on Vilicent's distant cries. "Sounds as though your master is on he's knees! Prepare for defeat you ugly goat because that is all you shall receive this day!"
Lin sits back on her haunches as she adds yet another log to the steadily growing blaze, she does her best to ignore the rising heat as she watches each of the priest's in turn. She listens politely to Doniara speak of their new colony and is somewhat interested in how the plan to make their idea a reality. Trying not to be rude Lin continues to ask simple, and somewhat broad questions, to keep them distracted and to broaden her knowledge in the hopes that Min and the others returns soon. "I am impressed that your beliefs have pushed you to travel so far but I am confused as to why others would persecute you for your beliefs? Perhaps it would be easier to understand if we started from the beginning, if you please, 'High Priestess' Doniara."
As Belsarious sends an arrow whistling past Vilicent's head to drive home Sir Damian's point, the beleaguered and beaten devil starts and then glares at you both, though its voice has a desperate, keening edge to it when it speaks. "Haven't you been listening? I cannot free them! They are bound here by the ties in the contract they signed with Valac, who resides in Hell itself! I could not free them even if I wanted to, only he can!" An idea seems to occur to the cleric-devil.
"I could...take you...to Valac, if you wished it. Surely warriors as mighty as yourselves, with me as your defeated foe along in your thrall, could convince him of the justness of your cause and win their freedom."
@Lin, @Keythan, @Brook: Doniara blushes crimson. "Oh no, not 'High' Priestess. I've not yet achieved such rank. Someday, perhaps. The Midnight Lord practices certain rites of physical…restructuring and acceptance of pain that help grant focus to the mind, and increase the beauty and presentability of the physical form. So, despite the fact we are all skilled surgeons, those who fear our rituals and lifestyle as being too different or 'dangerous' often seek to drive us away. Such it is we come to Manaus, newly-freed, and seek to establish our own community. We are willing and able to trade medical services and leathercraft for in-kind trade and goods, and as such hope to begin a new life."
Sense motive
"Then you would not mind us takin tha contracts away?"
Damian knows a diversion when he sees one. Tactically, entering the realm of Vilicent's master would be a suicide mission, even guided by the fiend. Knowing the ways of devils, he would likely betray them on some technicality at the most inoppurtune point. "You should have found a way to free them yourself." His voice is coldly righteous, authoritative and confident in the correctness of his cause.
He stabs the prone, partially blinded devil, pushing it through into the ground. He puts a boot on the devil's chest to pull the longsword out. "There must be some technicality that can save your life. Find it now or be finished!"