Luthor just silently walks into the room and takes a swing.
But he misses.
NI and N2 will try to heal their mistress.
Only one is able to cast her spell.
Bjorkus moves into the room and takes a swing at one of the lesser priestesses with his horns.
Fire-Kal steps to the side and unloads into the priestess who's casting healing spells successfully.
Both Kal and Bjorkus take down a priestess. Opal will throw a ray of lightning.
She summons a wall of very sharp blades going down the middle of the room.
Zirul growls low, rolling out of the way, close enough to her to yell out "You will die, you evil b**&@!" before he strikes out with all of his natural weapons.
Bjorkus barely jumps aside in time to avoid the curtain of magical blades. He brandishes his trident and roars (silently).
Fire-Kal burns loudly as the blades slice off some flames.
He then fires off a volley before ducking behind the door.
Luthor blinks a few times as the wall of whirling blades appear right next to him.
And while trying to dodge the sharp blades, he knocks the priestess out.
Fire-Kal lets out a smoky sigh as the priestess dies and the angry blades disappear. He leaves the silenced area and retrieves a few scrolls, then starts patching himself up.
Before the group continues, Fire-Kal motions for everyone to gather around, brandishing a scroll meaningfully and somehow managing not to light it on fire. He recites it and touches each of the group in turn.
As you quickly look around, Luthor accidentally bumps into the font in the room, activating it. This causes the water in the font to rise up and form a miniature version of a Chelish woman dressed in traditional military clothing.
“Greetings, I am Druvalia Thrune, Admiral of the Chelish Armada. So you must be Harrigan’s pests. I’ve been curious about you! Hopefully, when we next meet, you will have a change of heart. Submit to Thrune, and perhaps we may bargain—my thralls are well kept, after all. Perhaps you would enjoy a magistrate’s position within our new colony? I suppose by the time you’ve finished with Harrigan, he won’t be needing it. A shame, really... he was such a good puppet. If your pride prevents you from bending the knee to me, no matter. There are plenty among the Free Captains who will gladly serve us once Bonefist falls and the Shackles break beneath my armada. In any event, I’ll see you soon, so be sure to have an answer for me.”
Druvalis. punctuates her final sentence by blowing a kiss, after which her image quickly winks out.
Fire-Kal's flames burn in a dull growl as he motions for the group to continue.
Zirul smirks and spits at the image. "Nasty Chelaxian whore."
Bjorkus glares at the watery construct and heads up the stairs.
Fire-Kal crackles something unintelligible and follows, keeping his fiery eyes peeled for danger. They obviously knew we were coming... I hope the others realize they've probably got some 'surprises' planned for us.
You take the stairs up to what seems to be an office. This small room contains a single wooden table with a few chairs around it. A short stack of papers is pinned to the table with a bejeweled dagger. You leave this room and open the door to the next one to reveal a barracks of some sort. A total of eight bunk beds, along with a few foot lockers, furnish this room. Occupying, this room is a deadly and vicious bouquet of insectile claws sprouts from this horrid, three-legged, multi-eyed beast.
"Another of Harrigan's pets?" Bjorkus rumbles.
"Bugs...Why did it have to be bugs?" Zirul shakes his head, preparing for more fun.
[dice=Initiative]1d20+6
It is a Derghodaemon. You get two facts.
Immunities/resistances & special abilities
Zirul is gonna head on over and give a nom and not make it through the demon's hide.
DR 10/good; Immune acid, death effects, disease, poison; Resist cold 10, electricity 10, fire 10; SR 23
Zirul hits the creature's flat-footed AC. The creature will retaliate!
One of it's claws strikes where Zirul's liver should be, but it is inexplicably not there.
Opal will once again haste her boyos.
Seeing the alchemist get rocked, Bjorkus steps forward hastily and brings his trident to bear against the monstrous multi-limbed creature.
Zirul shouts out in pain, falling over, heart's blood spraying over him, his eyes closing as he falls limp to the floor. Only the trained eye would see his wounds sizzle and seal slightly.
Fire-Kal burns loudly in protest, and as he waves his fiery appendages meaningfully, he conjures up spears of ice from the floor to impale the creature!
The creature seems to take no damage from the various spears and it keeps itself upright.
Zirul growled out. "Damn you, ya demonic f!!&er! If you've got something that's holy or good against demons, attack with it! It's immune to acid, and pretty strong against most everything else!"
Luthor will step over and and the creature.
Waves of fear flow out from the creature.
Fire-Kal casts a spell and moves forward to touch the big nasty.
Luthor's eyes widen as the sheer monstrosity of it overwhelms him and he bolts down the stairs.
Bjorkus's resolve weakens undead the daemon's foul influence but the minotaur attacks again.
Opal launches a lightning ball.
The creature is staggered, giving it little in way of options.
It spell fizzles though.
Shaking off the last vestiges of magical fear, the bull roars and brandishes his weapon again.