Wrath of the Hellknights (Gestalt, Mythic, Wrath of the Righteous) (Inactive)

Game Master Thackery Baxter J Thorington

Top of Round 4
Summoning the will of her father, D'hara mentally calls out for pain. Not just pain for her foes, but pain for herself as well. She will not let the demons have all the fun. A a mix of dark grey and red energy begins to erupt from her own flesh in the shape of barbed hooks, she smiles and embraces the pain. It makes her appreciate being alive. It also serves to guide her hands. With renewed passion for the battle, D'hara lashes out once again with her chain at the demon between her and Hellstrider.

The hooked chains from her arms dart out from her like the tender caress of her masters from her days as a novitiate. The chains of crackling energy grow and coil about her own metallic chain, even as others embed deep into the flesh of the demon. Like a marionette, D'hara spins and dances, guided by the love and wisdom of the Midnight Lord. Her pain calls out to the demon's and her own spiked chain wraps about its arm, tearing away human and worm-flesh alike in a chorus of joyful noise!

Near her, Iavdi uses the creature's distraction strike at the fiend once more. Igneous takes a step forward, snapping and pawing at the fiend, but the demon's human flesh protects it from the horse's attacks. But, Iavdi, heeding the training and discipline programmed into his mind at the forge he was crafted in, uses the horse's momentum to drive his glaive forward, nearly severing the worm-fiend's arm at the shoulder!

Giosue considers the situation, the risk of catching his fellow hellknights in a spell, and chose precision.

"Ita damnatos et in ira mea, dura sicut furiae!"

The arcanist marshals his will, words and forms come instantly to his mind as he bends reality to his perfect design. His words are ironclad, his motions machine-precise, within seconds twin pitchforks, cruelly barbed and burning with green fire burst from the wizard's hand. With the perfect accuracy of an armiger, the pitchforks dart through the air and run through the demon between Hellstrider and D'hara. Green blood bursts from its back, spraying on the ground in a puff of moldering compost.

The monk opens herself to pain, and the demons, so eager to see blood spilled, rush to deliver the Midnight Lord's gift. With a roar, the demons attack D'hara and the Iavdi with no concern for their own well being. The monk and hellforged armiger easily dodge their clumsy blows as Iavdi and Igneous strike out at one of the charging demons. His blade cuts it deep, nearly to the rotten maggot growing inside its flesh. The armigers realize that very soon it will die. The creature must realize it, too for it and one of its brethren reach out and pull at the flesh covering their bodies and pull. With a wet tearing sound the human skin stretch and finally rips apart, revealing a disgusting worm-headed humanoid with tentacles for claws. They quickly bend down and devour the ruined human skin, their wounds close.

Hellstrider?

Here
She tries to claw at the creature before she takes a small step back, giving her room to skewer it with her lance

Claw 1: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4
Claw 2: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 2 = 16
Lance: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 28
Lance Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Hellstrider claws at the creature, her paw rakes down the vermlek's chest, shredding its worm-like flesh. It snarls in rage and she takes a small step back, giving her room to skewer it with her lance. The lance drives down, piercing the creature to the plaza. Green worms spill out the wound and down the lance shaft. They spray into the air, showering Hellstrider's fur in their goo.

Kevroth steps in behind the closest Vermlek, and slashes at it with both blades.

5 ft step, two-weapon fighting, flanking.
Attuned Cold Iron Kukri: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 1 = 23.
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (6, 1) + 1 = 16 + debilitating injury.

The Vermlek suffer a -4 AC against me if the first kukri did damage.
Cold Iron Kukri: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 = 21.
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + (5, 1) + 1 = 16 + debilitating injury.

It suffers a -2 AC vs all enemies and a -4 AC vs me for 1 round for each successful sneak attack.

Twice more Kevroth's blades cut through the air. Once more a demon falls. It bursts into a pile of worm casings that stain the plaza a slick oily brown, before disappearing altogether. wow.. have a heart! What did the demon ever do to you? It just wanted to kill you and maybe wear your entrails for a hat! It didn't want to HURT you!

End of round 4, start round 5. D'hara, Giosue, and Iavdi UP!

GM, my claws do an extra 1d6 damage. Class bonus. For future reference =^^=

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Giosue fixed his gaze on the most injured of the worm demons and incanted again: "Ita damnatos et in ira mea, dura sicut furiae!"

Another Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6. Busting SR: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Shifting her weight forward as she continued her dance, D'hara swung her chain high at the demon between her and Hellstrider but she overstepped and sent her chain too high. She silently cursed her oversight and was able to close the gap and regain her defensive posture, but her assault was wasted by an unfocused effort.

Cold Iron Spiked Chain, flank, divine favor, fighting defensively: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 9
Cold Iron, Piercing damage, divine favor: 2d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 + 2 = 9

AC 25

Shifting her weight forward as she continued her dance, D'hara swung her chain high at the demon between her and Hellstrider but she overstepped and sent her chain too high. She silently cursed her oversight and was able to close the gap and regain her defensive posture, but her assault was wasted by an unfocused effort.

Iavdi strikes out with his glaive at the demon to the left of D'hara. Then, he guides Igneous forward to strike out with hoof and tooth! Glowing green worms spray from itys flesh as Iavdi's blad and his horse shatters the demon's bones.

Giosue fixed his gaze on the most injured of the worm demons and incanted again: "Ita damnatos et in ira mea, dura sicut furiae!" The demon between D'hara and Hellstrider's head explodes, and the creature collapses to the ground, dead.

Thhe remaining two vermleks turn on D'hara, but their strikes are nothing to her.

Updating tonight. Last call for hellstrider

Botting hellstrider
Hellstrider lowers her lance and chargers the vermlek before her. Rubble flies from her feet as she runs. Her lance connects, and thrusts deep into the fiend's chest.

Once more, sickening laughter echoes over the plaza. Again, D'hara feels its claws raking against her mind. But, the servants of the Midnight Lord have taught her well, and she does not falter.

Kevroth UP

Though he is not keen to put his back to the fortress, Kevroth knows where his own strengths in battle truly lay. Moving around the rending claws of the Vermlek, Kevroth slashes at the creature's hideous form.

Flanking
Attuned Kukri: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 2 + 1 = 27.
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 + (1, 1) = 10.

non of my games updated. Sorry for the vanishing trick. Oh. And GM. On a charge I do x3 damage with my lance. And get a single claw attack. Hehehe. =^^=

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non of my games updated. Sorry for the vanishing trick. Oh. And GM. On a charge I do x3 damage with my lance. And get a single claw attack. Hehehe. =^^=

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Damn you ransomware!!!! :) I thought the triple damage was for a critical? will factor in extra claw damage when i arrive home

claw: 1d6 ⇒ 3 -5 for DR.. no damage Also, applied the extra damage from the lance

Only two fiends remain. One vermlek, and one eyeless demon that flickers into view to the east of Hellstrider.

with a lance it's x3 due to spirited charge =^^=. My claw does 2d6+8+1d6 damage. Also due to same feat

Spirited Charge

I'll take actions for everyone now.

Ok, I added the extra damage to Hellstrider's attack, and that killed the Vermlek. Basically, everyone's up now. Let's kill this eyeless thing and enter the gray garrison!

Okay, so i missed that post. Posting now

Uhg, try to edit and it wont let me post, so just reposting

Charge Lance: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 23
Claw Charge: 1d20 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 2 + 2 = 17

She wheels to her right and barrels down at the last remining agent of chaos, her lance ready, her claws digging into the floor as she propels herself with righteous might
Pierce!: 3d8 + 36 + 6 ⇒ (7, 6, 7) + 36 + 6 = 62
Claw Slash!: 2d6 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 8 + (5) = 16

With the last of the vermleks falling and Hellstrider barreling down on the last of the remaining demons, D'hara's dance came to an abrupt stop. She stood up straight and walked back over to assume her position next to Giosue. Her chain swung around over her shoulder, around her waist and back up over her shoulder, the barbs digging into her flesh. She simply smiled beneath her scarf.

"We must go. Tirablade and the others will need us soon."

Hellstrider fells the last of the Eyeless demons with a quick thrust of her lance and a swipe from her paws. Now,the armigers stand momentarily triumphant before the yawning doors of the Gray Garrison. Order, for the moment, has won over chaos. The armigers look about the plaza, but find it, now, completely deserted save themselves. Not even the corpse of Terendelev remains.

Come into my house of fun..

Looking up at the Gray Garrison, Giosue considered for a moment.

"We should take care within. There may be many demons ready to rush at us in a tide."

Alright! I've been having some internet problems recently, but now they're fixed! And I'm back for good! Or evil, as the case may be.

"Well then, shouldn't we get inside swiftly? We must break that tide, no?
Iavdi asks the group, curious as to why they haven't smashed the door open already.

Kevroth approaches the door quickly, yet with caution a close second. A quickly muttered spell allows him to see magical emanations, and he examines the door for any danger.

Casting Detect Magic.
Perception to find traps: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27.

No magic auras fill the area.

Any traps on the door?

whoops, sorry, nope. no traps, either

Kevroth glances back to the others, indicating that the door seems safe. After ensuring that his allies are ready, he quietly opens the door stepping to the side so as to not be directly in front of the opening.

Iavdi follows right behind him, making sure to remain within reach of as many of his companions as possible.

"Be cautious."

Getting ready for Bodyguard, as Combat Reflexes makes me able to make AoO's when flat-footed.

Waiting for the others to file in, D'hara quietly followed along, her chain still secured around her waist.

"I will bring up the rear."

The armigers boldly stride into the foyer of the Gray Garrison, heedless of the danger they face. What is the life of a Hellknight weighed against the fate of the world? Chaos must be stopped. Civilization and order must be preserved. Along the northern wall of this room, a frieze depicts a line of mounted crusaders crashing over a horde of twisted demons. The crusaders' faces have been obliterated and vile graffiti is
carved over the entire scene. Fresh blood stains the floor. They have little time to examine the vandalism, however, as the six warriors, all with the twisting labyrinth of Baphomet carved onto their foreheads, rush into the room brandishing wicked longswords.

declare what you're going to do. In the interest of time, they go last

"Barbatos fortis Pater Wormatiensi placant, obsecro unum de incensis ARTICULUS feces" Giosue intoned. A melted wretch appeared before him and struck at two of the abyss-touched.

Burning two Arcane Reservoir to pull a lemure out for 6 rounds, placed where it can attack two different tiefers.

Claw1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Claw2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Acrobatics to avoid AoO: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14.

Kevroth ducks to the right, putting one of the enemies between him and Hellstrider. His kukri flashes out at the foe, seeking to end its correupted life.

Flanking
Melee attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 2 + 1 = 25.
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 + (5, 4) = 18.

If the attack does damage, the foe suffers -2 AC to everyone else, and -4 to Kevroth.

She rears up, her claws trying to rend the assailant in front of her to shreds!
Claw 1: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10
Claw 2: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10
Damage 1: 1d6 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (1) = 7
Damage 2: 1d6 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (3) = 9

As she comes down from her assault she jabs at one of them further away with her lance!
Lance: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

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Round 1

their training spurring them to action, the Hellknights ready themselves without forethought or concern. These are but rabble, and shall be put down as such! They are misguided, and deceived, but they have placed their faith and loyalty kin the hands of the servants of chaos and ruin. They deserve no quarter.

With cold accuracy, Hellstrider runs her lance straight through the head of the demon-spawn harrowing Giosue. The fool twitches about the length of wood like a marionette, before sliding of the point from a flick of the chakat's wrist.

The warriors laugh and, in an odd bit of coordination, show a mastery of strategy. They attack as one unit, well-trained and disciplined.

Bottom of round 1, everyone else up I need Iavdi and D'hara before i can go

Sliding to her left to block the door, D'hara unleashed a flurry of punches. Her first jab at the tiefling closest to her missed the target, but the following cross and uppercut landed squarely.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 Stunning Fist!
Unarmed Strike, flurry: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Bludgeoning damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Bludgeoning damage, ki point: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Spent 1 ki point for additional attack

AC: 22

Eyes narrowed as he sees the foes all concentrate on a Hellstrider, Kevroth slashes at the tiefling between himself and his injured companion, "You will not lay low the servants of the Lord of Hell, corrupted thing!"

Flanking
Attuned Kukri: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 16.
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 + (2, 4) = 16.

If the attack does damage, the foe suffers -2 AC to everyone else, and -4 to Kevroth.

MW Kukri: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 29.
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 + (1, 3) = 14.
Critical Confirmaion: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 13.
Critical Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7.

If it is still alive, the foe suffers -2 AC to everyone else, and -4 to Kevroth.

Botting Iavdi until he says he's unbotted

Sliding to her left to block the door, D'hara unleashes a flurry of punches. Her first jab at the tiefling closest to her misses the target, but the following cross and uppercut land squarely. She feels bone crush beneath her fist, and the resulting uppercut lands with such force that she feels the fiend-spawn's neck snap. He falls to the ground, the Abyssal light dimming from his eyes.

"Barbatos fortis Pater Wormatiensi placant, obsecro unum de incensis ARTICULUS feces" Giosue intones. A melted wretch appears before him and strikes at the abyss-touched facing Kevroth. Twice the creature's half-formed claws strike at the demon-sworn warrior. The warrior dodges the first blow easily, catching it against his sword and slicing off waxy fingers that fall to the ground and quickly wriggle to rejoin the Giosue's summoned fiend. The tiefling looks down in shock, mesmerized by such paltry things, and leaves himself open for the fiend's next strike! Waxy, ill-formed claws drag across the demon-blooded's face, scoring small scratches that bleed black blood down his cheek and chin.

Round 2

I have Kevroth's action, i need Hellstrider's. Sorry about the delay, apparently being gone for 6 weeks means that people actually want to see me. Freaks.

Hellstrider? Updating tomorrow

gah. My post was eaten... :( will repost tonight.

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Botting hellstrider. Sorry for the delay. When i'm gone for 6 weeks, people miss me and decide that they need to kidnap me.

As one, Hellstrider and Kevroth attack the servants of ruin. Their weapons flash in the torchlight of the room, perfect and precise instruments of order. With an accuracy drilled into both through hours of harsh discipline and rigorous training, the two armigers quickly dispatch the remaining fiendspawn.

There are two corridors open, one to the west opens to a room that ends in the north around a the corner of the door. The eastern door opens to a room with doors east and north. Above, the armigers can hear the clang and scrape of metal and armor being at readied. All know of their coming.

"Which way?" D'hara asked. She had no preference. It mattered little to her. Soon one of the doors, if not more, would be opened and the next chapter of this short story would begin. And she was a great writer.

D'hara ducks her head quickly into the western room, revealing a brief meeting hall. Cards, coins, and pieces of flesh lay strewn across the table as though a grisly game were quickly abandoned. On the walls, portraits of noble knights and holy crusaders have been vandalized: the faces have been slashed, their bodies have been similarly fouled. Two marble planters lie smashed in pieces on the ground, and mud streaks across the white stone floor. Among the ruins, D'hara finds a greatsword of gold-hued glass, chipped and cracked, but not shattered.

The eastern room is a small shrine to Iomedae. No doubt, this was where guards of the garrison would come to pray before taking up their solemn duties deeper within. In a recessed alcove stands the statue of a noble paladin. Despite being befouled with excrement and graffiti, she still maintains a noble and proud baring. Her hands are clasped before her as though holding a sword, point down. Small brackets in the statue prove this true. Above the statue's head a brilliant sunburst of gold flares brightly, although, it has been marred and befouled as well. Runes in an intricate and stylized script flow to either side of the alcove. At an angle of supplication to the shrine, the shrine takes the shape of a highly stylized down-turned greatsword, with the sunburst as pommel stone.

The stout doors to this room in both the north and east are locked. Which way you going?

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Starring at the statue for a moment D'hara recalled her teachings of the others gods. This one stood out to her. While she didn't agree with all of the tenants of the paladins, she did respect their commitment to order. What had happened here was not only an affront to them, but to D'hara as well.

She approached the damaged greatsword and reached down to pick it up. She stared at it for a bit, as if it were ancient artifact uncovered. She glanced over her shoulder, back to the befouled statue in the alcove and again looked down at the sword. Picking it up, she returned over to the statue, grimacing as she went. The sword felt wrong in her hands. Maybe it was the glass. Maybe just because it was a big sword. Or maybe because something in her rebelled against it. Whatever the reason, she was relieved to set the sword into the statue's clasped hands, not only to be rid of the sword, but it was a strike back against the chaos that had permeated the order of the room.

As soon as the blade slides into the notch, the gold sunburst flares to life and the glass blade glows. The filth and graffiti burn off from the statue, and the room is filled with a soft golden light of warmth and sternness, like a drill instructor watching over training novice soldiers with grudging approval.

A sense of order filled the room, and the armigers know that from this act, many more will follow and the Hordes of the Abyss will never prevail. Chaos shall never fall beneath the perfect discipline of Order and Law.
Ok, direction, now?

Murmuring almost under his breath, Kevroth reads the inscription aloud, "Let us inherit thine arms, Iomedae." He glances back at the others Armiger, "That is an interesting supplication..."

When D'hara places the sword back in its place awakening the shrine, Kevroth bows his head briefly to the statue out of respect for one who is a steadfast guardian of Order. Turning to D'hara, Kevroth smiles briefly, "That was rightly done, D'hara."

He then steps up to the door and inspects it for any mischief, listening for any sounds from beyond.

Perception (find traps): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26.
Perception (detect creatures on the other side of the door): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30.

With a quick nod of her head, D'hara acknowledged Kevroth. She then moved to fall in line at the rear of the group taking up her usual place near Giosue, freeing her whip from it's resting place on her hip as she went. As she waited for Kevroth to scout the door, she activated her magical sight and peered around the room.

Casting detect magic and looking around.

Neither D'hara and nor Kevroth detected any foul workings or tricks upon the door. The locks easily give way to Kevroth's skill, and both doors stand ready. The eastern door swings open easily, revealing a shattered museum. The walls are lined with paintings and tapestries dedicated to the Crusades and Iomedae's faith, now tattered and fouled by demonic hands. Some are hastily vandalized by crude words and images, others simply shredded by razor-tipped claws. A few have been altered with painstaking care, their divine images twisted to depict scenes of twisted perversion and debauchery--child eating, slaughter, fornications, and worse. Sacred statues and relics, some of which were magical, lay shattered about the floor.

In their places, new pieces of "art" have been installed. The bodies of once-proud knights, some, the armigers recognize from Fort Nebarious, dangle in the air from entrails and flaps of skin that have been nailed to the ceiling of the room. As the armigers approach, the seven warriors dance in the air like marionettes on strings, moving and spinning in a mockery of their once noble actions, carrying out scenes from the befouled art. Among the dancing corpses, Kevroth spots more dangling strips of flesh and entrails nailed to the ceiling.

As the armigers watch, they feel skin and entrails clinging slipping through their armor and clothes and slithering against their bare flesh. Most pull away from the unclean touch, but Kevroth isn't quite fast enough, mesmerized as he is by the horrific tableau before him. He pays for his lack of discipline, as the spectral entrails and flesh burrow deep into his body, paralyzing him and dragging him into the air to join the corpses in their mummer's dance.

Start Round 1, Everyone UP