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

Game Master Thackery Baxter J Thorington

GM, did you include me in your summary? I act between Darsanga and the dretches. I would have hoped that my possible critical hit would have made a difference.

Soooo I didn't see your attack, because I'm blind and can't see words... I'll update now.

Kevroth lays his palm against the side of his sword and speaks a prayer in infernal, "God-Fiend! The First! King of Hell! Lend me your might! Imbue my blade with your power as the Prince of Law that it may strike down those who would sow discord and chaos. not sure what spell this is...bless?

This is the Warpriest's Blessing of Law. It causes the weapon to inflict +1d6 damage to chaotic creatures. The effect lasts 1 minute.

Round 3

Kevroth tries to slip nimbly between the dretches in front of him, seeking an advantageous position against the center one.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10.

Once he has the dretch between himself and D'hara, Kevroth slashes at the fiend while it cannot protect itself as well.

Melee attack (flanking): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7.

Aaaand the dice hate me today...

Thanks, GM! Updated my Hp on the map (14-8=6 hp left)

Round 3, initiative count 12+

Ezechias's shield arm weakens, and with him his resolve to sustain the demons' onslaught. Doubt is already present in his mind, gnawing at him. As if it was sensing that weakness, the dretch lashes out at the paladin mercilessly. Blood is spilt, chain links shattered, muscles torn. Yet Ezechias just refuses to go down like this. He steels himself, setting his will to overcome no matter the personal cost. "I solemnly vow that you will taste death before I do, fiend! My resolve is my greater protection, my true shield. Go back to the Abyss!" Emboldened by the words and the echo they find inside him, Ezechias slashes once more, his cold iron blade aimed at the demon's skull.

Vow to Self: +4 to hit against that dretch - it will bite the dust before Ezechias does!
Cold Iron Scimitar: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 4 = 171d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

[OOC] You also forgot that I smote one giving me +4 ac, 2 attacks missed me :P My AC vs the bottom Dretch is 25, the other dretched rolled a 20ac to hit and missed...Lucky days!!! [/b]

Feeling one of the dretches claws sink deeply into his armor, and the other flail against the Light of Hell itself, he smiled that was until he heard the gasp of pain from the hellknight behind him, taking a step back he chanted,
"Ecce ego visitabo super eos qui resistunt veritati furor meus,sed ut adiuvetis me in semita litatis legis sanem"

Heal the hellknight behind me: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Round 2; Initiative 19

The demon's claws raked across her skin leaving bloody trails in their wake. Her positioning faltered for a brief second but realizing Giosue was behind her, she focused her will and recovered her place quickly. She would not flee while her brothers fought on. She quickly muttered something in a foreign tongue as she began to spin the spiked chain around and around. As she spun the chain, she sent one end flying towards the nearest demon spawn.

Spiked Chain attack, Fighting Defensively, Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 8

Swift Action: Activate healing judgment.
Standard Action: Fighting defensively, attack


AC: 19
Healed one hit point.

Hellstrider gets herself into a short galop, just to get the needed speed up, then once again tries to impale a demon, the one that seems to be harassing her fellow companions

Spirited Charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 23
Damage: 3d8 + 15 ⇒ (4, 8, 7) + 15 = 34

i'm seeing round 3 actions, which is awesome, but i'm not seeing Iavdi's action. Did I miss it?

no. He hasnt posted

Iavdi has Combat Reflexes and a reach weapon, but I'm not sure how many of those demons that engaged us provoked. Also, just realized that Igneous' stats aren't up for some reason, I'll have to get to work on putting those up.

"Accursed fiends! Die!" Iavdi shouts out, lashing out again with the sharp edge of his blade, aiming for more demonic flesh...

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Iavdi has Combat Reflexes and a reach weapon, but I'm not sure how many of those demons that engaged us provoked. Also, just realized that Igneous' stats aren't up for some reason, I'll have to get to work on putting those up.

"Accursed fiends! Die!" Iavdi shouts out, lashing out again with the sharp edge of his blade, aiming for more demonic flesh...

[dice=Attack]1d20+6
[dice=Damage]1d10+6

Oh, if he's mounted, then the mount gets attacks on your action, too.

In my opening post, I mentioned he's on his mount. As he's a cavalier, he does get a mount, but I'm working on the stats. Just assume that Igneous doesn't attack yet. I haven't had a chance to look at the map yet (stupid computer!), but if I'm using a reach weapon, then my mount doesn't threaten the target as well.

In my opening post, I mentioned he's on his mount. As he's a cavalier, he does get a mount, but I'm working on the stats. Just assume that Igneous doesn't attack yet. I haven't had a chance to look at the map yet (stupid computer!), but if I'm using a reach weapon, then my mount doesn't threaten the target as well.

oh, ya... Duh.

"Ave Mammonae, simul Erebi de turba ego fimi infernum chaos servus ot hoc ritu consecrabitur," Giosue intoned, conjuring a foul-smelling orb that flew from just above his hand into the face of the westmost dretch.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Mudball on the western dretch, Ref DC 15 or he's blinded. And yes that's a turd from the sewers of hell. :)

END OF ROUND 2
"Accursed fiends! Die!" Iavdi shouts out, lashing out again with the sharp edge of his blade, aiming for more demonic flesh. The demon submits to the iron bound discipline of Hell. Iavdi's blade, razor sharp and cold-forge, cuts cleanly through demonic flesh and bone, parting it in twain. The creature bursts into a swarm of stinging gnats that quickly melt away into puffs of acrid smoke.

Round 3 STARTS!
Kevroth tries to slip nimbly between the dretches in front of him, seeking an advantageous position against the center one.

"Ave Mammonae, simul Erebi de turba ego fimi infernum chaos servus ot hoc ritu consecrabitur," Giosue intones, conjuring a foul-smelling orb that flies from just above his hand into the face of the west-most dretch.

The dretch roars with fury as the stinking mass stings its eyes!

Feeling one of the dretches claws sink deeply into his armor, and the other flail against the Light of Hell itself, Darsanga smiles that is until he hears the gasp of pain from the hellknight behind him, taking a step back he chants, "Ecce ego visitabo super eos qui resistunt veritati furor meus,sed ut adiuvetis me in semita litatis legis sanem". Brilliant red flames erupt from the corrupted flesh eating at Ezechias! The fire burns bright and clear through the rents and gaps in the paladin's armor, searing away the polluted flesh until all that remains is perfect hole flesh once more! !

Ezechias's shield arm weakens, and with him his resolve to sustain the demons' onslaught. Doubt is already present in his mind, gnawing at him. As if it was sensing that weakness, the dretch lashes out at the paladin mercilessly. Blood is spilt, chain links shattered, muscles torn. Yet Ezechias just refuses to go down like this. He steels himself, setting his will to overcome no matter the personal cost. "I solemnly vow that you will taste death before I do, fiend! My resolve is my greater protection, my true shield. Go back to the Abyss!" Emboldened by the words and the echo they find inside him, Ezechias slashes once more, his cold iron blade aimed at the demon's skull. His blade cuts deep, lopping off the top half of the creature's cranium! Locusts burst from the wound and quickly descend upon their host, devouring it completely. Chaos feeds upon itself!

Exulting as he sees the demon slain at his feet, he turns to the closest dretch and taunts the beastly demon. "Come now, and suffer the same fate as that one. Woe to the spawns of the Abyss!"

The dretches attack as a horde, with no thought or planning, they are ruled only by their primal base urges of bloodlust and destruction! Two assail Kevroth and D'hara, but their armor and disciplined training are far superior to the chaotic flailing of the Abyss! One dretch, blinded by madness as well as Giosue's spell charges the arcanist in wild abandon, vengeance its only goal. It is rewarded for its lack of discipline with D'hara's spiked chain coiled about its neck. The steel bites deep into its rotten flesh, and though small spiders begin to stitch together the smallest wounds, she still savages it gravely, and then pulls. The brute struggles against her, but the might of Hell is resolute and inexorable! With a garbled unthinking screech, it falls to ground, clutching at its throat.

Bottom of Round 3 and Iavdi is UP! show that demon what the might of Hell is REALLY all about!

Iavdi will take an AoO on the charging dretch, because reach weapon. Gonna roll for that first, see if I murder it.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Iavdi will take an AoO on the charging dretch, because reach weapon. Gonna roll for that first, see if I murder it.

[dice=Attack]1d20+6
[dice=Damage]1d10+6

NOt quite dead yet. Glad you caught the AoO

"Ave Mammonae, simul Erebi de turba ego fimi infernum chaos servus ot hoc ritu consecrabitur," Giosue intoned again, this time hurling infernal ordure at the dretch to the east of D'hara and Kevroth.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 1 - 4 = 10

Mudball on the western dretch, Ref DC 16 or he's blinded. And I missed.

Round 4

"Stand still, The First take you!" Kevroth slashes at the Dretch between Himself and D'hara.

Melee Attack (flanking):1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 19.
Damage (sneak attack, blessing of law): 1d8 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + (1, 4) + 2 = 15.

Ezechias revels in his victory over the demon, yet he knows it's far from over yet. Gathering his strength, he smites the demon threatening him.

Cold Iron Scimitar, Smite: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 4 = 271d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5
Confirmation: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 4 = 151d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7

Round 3/4?, Initiative 15?

Calling upon the powers of Hell, he anoits Ezecnias head with blood, and prays aloud, "Lux inferni sanetur" . Once the prayer is over he steps forward to fight the last remaining dretch that he and the other was fighting.

Cast Infernal Healing on round 3

Round 3/4?, Initiative 15?

Calling upon the powers of Hell, he anoits Ezecnias head with blood, and prays aloud, "Lux inferni sanetur" . Once the prayer is over he steps forward to fight the last remaining dretch that he and the other was fighting.

Cast Infernal Healing on round 3

It's actually Round 3 we're waiting on Iavdi's not-AoO action to finish out Round 3, then I'll reswolve the round 4s which everyone have been so eager to offer!

Whoops! Forgot that part!

Seeing as how the accursed fiend was standing right beside him, Iavdi lashes out with a spiked boot, aiming for the head of course.

Reflavored cold iron armor spike attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Dice: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Npt quite sure if that hits or not, so no flavor text yet!

Round 4; Initiative 19

D'Hara was emboldened as her wounds started to close and the demons's claws missed her. The right side of her lip turned up ever so slightly in a grin as Kevroth's slash spilled demon blood. She continued to twirl the spiked chain around and around creating a cold iron shield between her and the demons. Again she lashed out with one end of the chain, but it was mostly to keep the demons off balance.

Spiked Chain attack, Fighting Defensively, Flank: 1d20 + 3 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 4 + 2 = 9

AC: 19
Healed one hit point.

Bottom of Round 3
Iavdi strikes at the dretch with his glaive. Cold-forged iron cuts deep into perverted unnatural flesh. The brute howls in pain as its arm flies through the air. Flies explode from the wound. Then, the soldier kicks at the demon with his iron-shod boot. It's head collapses beneath the blow, and the fiend collapses to the stones. Dead.

ROUND 4
"Stand still, The First take you!" Kevroth slashes at the Dretch between himself and D'hara. His blade cuts deep, opening a giant gash that spills blood. The blood flashes to centipedes another crawling things that skitter away from the armiger.

D'Hara is emboldened as her wounds start to close and the demons's claws miss her. The right side of her lip turns up ever so slightly in a grin as Kevroth's slash spills demon blood. She continues to twirl the spiked chain around and around creating a cold iron shield between her and the demons. She would not feel their touch again! Again, she lashes out with one end of the chain, but it is mostly to keep the demons off balance.

"Ave Mammonae, simul Erebi de turba ego fimi infernum chaos servus ot hoc ritu consecrabitur," Giosue intones again, this time hurling infernal ordure at the dretch to the east of D'hara and Kevroth. The ball of filth sails wide of its mark, and splatters on the stones just behind it!

To the east, Darsanga calls upon the powers of Hell, and anoints Ezecnias' head with blood, praying aloud: "Lux inferni sanetur". Once the prayer is over, he steps forward to fight the last remaining dretch that he and the other was fighting. Once more, fire burns along the half-orc's wounds, and more flesh knits itself back together in its wake.

Ezechias revels in his victory over the demon, yet he knows it's far from over yet. Gathering his strength, he smites the demon threatening him. Hell's conviction fills him with purpose, and his blade falls swift and sure! The demon howls as the blade cuts deep into its chest, yet, still, somehow, the fiend refuses to die!

Twice the fiends, battered and dying, their wounds leaking insects and strands of putrid fungus, extends their hands to the ground. Rotten strands of slime stretch up from the ground towards their fingers. That is all the opening the Hellknights need. Kevroth and Ezechias lash out with their swords, sending demon heads flying!

"Gratiam tuam Tithe Volucrem," Giosue chanted, his breath turning to fog and sharp icicles sprouting from his fingers. He flung them to the ground, where they spread in a glare of ice beneath the feet of the demon to his east.

Grease on that demon. Ref DC 16.

Round 4 Action

Seeing that her companions and fellow knights are still fending off deamon spawn, she charges down on the one closes to D'Hara, her lance ready once again to impale the corrupted creature of Chaos

Spirited Charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 28
Damage: 3d8 + 15 ⇒ (4, 8, 1) + 15 = 28

Round 5; Initiative 19

As demons fell to the mighty blows of the Hellknights, D'Hara gained confidence, but her training forced her to maintain her stance. She continued spinning her spiked chain in a defensive fashion but instead of letting one end fly towards demon, she brought the lowest end upwards, slicing through air and biting into the creature.

Spiked Chain attack, Fighting Defensively: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 4 = 19
Spiked Chain attack, Fighting Defensively, confirm: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 4 = 0
Cold Iron Piercing Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2) + 3 = 7

AC: 19
Healed one hit point.

Bottom of Round 3
Seeing that her companions and fellow knights are still fending off deamon spawn, she charges down on the one closes to D'Hara, her lance ready once again to impale the corrupted creature of Chaos. And, impale it does. Wood runs through demonic flesh, ruining whatever twisted organs the abomination held in its chest. She lifted the wood up, ready to wheel about again, but, with a wet tearing sound, the demon slips off the lance, dissolving into putrid honey and blobs of wax as it collapses onto the ground in a pile of bubbling sludge that quickly evaporates into an oily stain.

To the north, Iavdi, alone with his demon, pulls back with his glaive. He uses it the great weapon to brace himself in his stirrups as he kicks out with a cold-iron-shod boot. It crashes into the dretch's face, caving in bone and shredding rubbery rotten flesh in the process. The demon screams, coughing up flies and locusts before collapsing into a putrid oil slick on the stones.

End of Round 3 ROUND 4 UP
Taking liberties here to end the combat quickly
Kevroth swings his scimitar, and the blade cuts quick. Iron that has never tasted fire burns like molten lead and the demon howls in pain. A sick, acrid stench rises from the wound like burning excrement. The demon roars in futile anger and turns to strike out at D'hara, but her chain is too quick! The spiked links coil about the demon's throat, cutting off its final screams. With a great pull, she yanks on the coils, and the serrated edges rend through flesh and perverse bone, separating head from neck in a quick jerk. The two halves collapse to the ground, dead.

[ooc]End of combat. [ooc]

Overhead, Trendelev and Khorramzadeh war. Lightning flashes. Fire rains from the sky. Everywhere, there is death, destruction, and the chaos of war!

With the immediate danger ended, Kevroth looks to the sky, awestruck by the power of the dragon and her foe. The Prince of Devils witness! Never have I seen such raw power! One day, I will command such power. Enemies such as that will tremble before me!

After a momen'ts distraction, Kevroth returns his attention to the ground, looking for more demons or for those taking advantage of the chaos.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13.

Upon the last dretch's dawnfall, Ezechias lowers his head for a brief instant, addressing a prayer to the Dawnflower. His wounds continue to close thanks to Darsanga's unholy blessing, but the paladin glances around him, looking for the wounded. His eyes stop on D'hara, who was grievously wounded by one of the fiends. The half-orc extends his hand towards her, and immediately her wounds close. "Sarenrae warms your heart and cauterizes your wounds, sister. Now go forth and slay more demons."

Establishing a Life Link with D'hara, absorbing her 4 damage onto me. Then the same with Kevroth, taking his 2 damage.

As D'hara's wounds disappear, the very same wounds open in Ezechias's flesh. He turns his attention to Kevroth, drawing the aasimar's suffering onto himself. The paladin does not relish pain, though, and ends it with a curative spell.
CLW (self, Fey Foundling): 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10

The spiked chain finally stopped spinning as the immediate threats seemed to be abated. With nimble fingers guiding it, the chain wrapped around the waist of the young Hellknight. A simple piece of leather latched it in place. She moved to retrieve her discarded whip and placed it back on the empty hook where it normally resided when not in use. The blessing that had sealed her wounds and kept her standing faded away leaving a few small scratches.

Without a word, she approached Kevroth and bowed deeply. She turned to face Ezechias as he extended an arm towards her. She was used to uninvited advances, but this was different. Her eye brow raised in an arch as he spoke his brief prayer, but she quickly dismissed it as her wounds faded until nothing was left. A little disappointed that her most recent battle scars had not lasted longer, she gave a deep nod of her head before turning to walk away.

With no outstanding orders guiding her, she resumed her place next to Giosue. She stood silent and still, but her eyes continued to dart around the vicinity taking in the scene. A roar from above reminded her of the display of power that was taking place hundreds of feet above their heads. Her neck craned, she watched the battle with great anticipation.

Kevroth's keen eyes spot the three helpless people standing, and running for the relative safety of St Clydewell's Cathedral, with nary a word of thanks for having saved their lives. He also spots a group of ragged soldiers, their armor apparently blackened in the soot of flames rushing up the steps of St Clydewell's Cathedral. Only, too late does he realize his error when the one of the warriors takes his sword and guts the priest opening the door in two!

The three peasants screamed in horror and ran down the stairs, as they do, a terrible screech shakes all of the city! D'hara, eyes transfixed to the battle raging above her, is the first to see... Terenedlev archs her neck and clamps her jaws tight about Khorramzadeh, crunching hard. He roars in agony as one of his wings is torn free and hurled into a building at the plaza. He pulls his sword of unholy, corrupt flame. It crackles with lightning and chaotic power! He grips Terendelev's neck in one mighty arm, and slams his blade home, plunging it deep into her side. Silver-tinged blood rains from the sky. Cold ice erupts from her jaw. Soon, black flame crackling with green light and sickly red flame, over takes the flame and she roars in agony!

Screaming in agony, she falls to the ground, shattering St Clydewell's Cathdedral, and the plazas around the knights. Her head collapses before the assembled Hellknights. Run! The thought is screamed inside the armigers' minds as she turns on her back, clawing and scraping in the air at the sky. Her death throws shake the earth, shattering the world around her. Stone rushes forward, as buildings collapse around you. Then, suddenly, darkness.

When the knights awake, they are surrounded on all sides by stone. The rough flagstones of the courtyard and road are beneath them; but, to all sides, they are surrounded by the rubble of fallen buildings. Light trickles in from a few cracks and gaps high above you.

Lights out for Ezechias. The last images before the blackout remain engraved in his mind, playing over and over again. The great dragon slain, chaos and evil victorious.

Not enough. That wasn't enough to save them. You're weak. Your weakness comes from your indiscipline. Steel yourself and rise, armiger.

As he opens his eyes, the half-orc is surprised to be still alive. Am I really? He glances around, his thoughts still fuzzy, trying to understand what happened. Most of all, he recalls the dragon's eyes. As she fell, her eyes were gazing directly upon him, his soul, his weakness. Yet the eyes did not address him guilt, there was no rebuke. Only compassion.

I'm alive and she probably isn't. How fair is that? I'm no one and she was Kenabres's greatest rampart.

He is about to give up and close his eyes again when the thought occurs to him. Something he never imagined sprang to his guilty mind.

Or perhaps we're alive because of her. Perhaps we'd be Abyssal fodder were it not for her selfless sacrifice. Am I that worthless? Surely there is a reason, and I will find out.

Steeling himself around that thought, clinging to it, Ezechias rises to his feet and searches for his companions or other survivors to help.

Her legs. Yes. They were working. 1.2.3...yes. All 4. Nothing broken? That was good. Tail? Yes. Good. She felt in tact. Why was she in pain.... Oh. No. The dragon. She saved them. But at what cost? Hopefully not in vain. Her eyes slowly opened. Effort and strain she slowly pushed herself onto her feet.

"Who else is alive?" she groaned. Her eyes still adjusting to the darkness

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Kevroth came slowly back to himself. The soft sounds of his fellow Hellknights regaining consciousness and checking in with each other serve as a beacon to his wandering mind. He groans and rolls over, rising slowly to his knees, just in time to hear Hellstrider's question, "I am, if any of us still are. Does anyone need light?"

"I do not know about the machine, Iavdi. But I am okay in the dark. I dont think I will be able to handle light right now any way." she chuckles a bit.
"Now where the heck are we?" she starts to look around

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Kevroth came slowly back to himself. The soft sounds of his fellow Hellknights regaining consciousness and checking in with each other serve as a beacon to his wandering mind. He groans and rolls over, rising slowly to his knees, just in time to hear Hellstrider's question, "I am, if any of us still are. Does anyone need light?"

"I live and am untroubled by the dark," Giosue said, dusting himself off and seeing to his wand. "But the Law is that we are only so strong as the weakest among us. The Silver Rampart is no more and the wardstone, unless I miss my guess, has failed. We shall require all we can muster to try ourselves against the Degeneracy of All Things now. But rejoice, for if we die in it then we die well and the weight of our deeds will make the Ninefold Descent that is Rising."

Just gonna assume that Iavdi dismounted Igneous to regroup with the others, and he got lost somewhere above.

When the other Hellknights awake and begin to search their surroundings, Iavdi has already awoken, or perhaps not passed out to begin with.

Whatever the case may be,"the machine", as Chakat refers to him, is siting on a nearby piece of relatively flat rubble. His helmet lays on the ground beside him, and he is currently sharpening and cleaning his glaive.

"My senses are more than adequate for this level of light." are the first words he speaks, with no signs of emotion.

Standing up as he picks his helmet up, he speaks again.
"Shall we find a way out of here?"

Just gonna assume that Iavdi dismounted Igneous to regroup with the others, and he got lost somewhere above.

** spoiler omitted **

When the other Hellknights awake and begin to search their surroundings, Iavdi has already awoken, or perhaps not passed out to begin with.

Whatever the case may be,"the machine", as Chakat refers to him, is siting on a nearby piece of relatively flat rubble. His helmet lays on the ground beside him, and he is currently sharpening and cleaning his glaive.

"My senses are more than adequate for this level of light." are the first words he speaks, with no signs of emotion.

Standing up as he picks his helmet up, he speaks again.
"Shall we find a way out of here?"

just to make sure, you guys are actually above ground. You're not underground

Oh....I didn't read it that way. Whoops. Well. Just assume that I knew that!

There was a being of Law there, a Silver Dragon fighting with might and fercity that would make anything he could do dust in the wind. But then it happened, she bit through the wing, but in so doing overstretched and was caught, a single command ran through his brain, but instead of Fleeing he raised mace and with a roar Charged foward.
"Blood and Honor!" however he never made it far as when she fell it smashed the streets around him, something struck him as he was rushing forward. Something heavy enough to knock him down and unconscious with a single blow.

SOME TIME LATER!!!!
The Hellknight rose, looked around before casting light on his morningstar So as to show him being alive before dosing the light. Looking around he moves his body testing his wings as well as the rest of his body. "It seems we can all see in the dark, that is good, what is not good is that the Dragon died, and we are left amonst rubble. Where do we go from here? Perhaps we should fall back to the nearest Church of the Godclaw, or the nearest Fortress Monastery. Though I would give a lifetime for a Citidel close by!"

The Hellknight rose, looked around before casting light on his morningstar So as to show him being alive before dosing the light. Looking around he moves his body testing his wings as well as the rest of his body. "It seems we can all see in the dark, that is good, what is not good is that the Dragon died, and we are left amonst rubble. Where do we go from here? Perhaps we should fall back to the nearest Church of the Godclaw, or the nearest Fortress Monastery. Though I would give a lifetime for a Citidel close by!"

"A capital idea," Giosue said. "We've no time to waist in disobedient thrall to our infirmities. The Abyss has come to Kenabres and we remain chained in the absolute service of Law. Its purpose is our own and we must as ever walk the Road Unbending."

"Our circumstances advise the chapterhouse, I would think. If it still stands then it is the logical headquarters."

D'hara rolled over onto her back and stared at the stone above her. This was not the ceiling of her room the way she remembered it. She sat up and looked around for her guest. Instead of her apartment room, she sat among debris and bodies. That's when it all came flooding back.

She stood up and fixed her clothes taking care to ensure her scarf was still in place. It seemed like her body took more damage than her gear, always a good sign. Her body would heal. At hearing the others, she nodded mostly to herself and began to survey the situation. Not seeing any other options, she set about moving rock.

After a few moments. Kevroth looks around for his sword, cleaning and inspecting it before returning it to its sheath. He then returns to examining the stone prison in which they are all now trapped.

The seven Hellknights stand and take stock of their surroundings. Terendelev has fallen, and taken much of the Old City with her. Yet, though the Silver Rampart is no more, her charge still remains! The world, it seems, has been plunged into chaos, and while the city may crumble about them, seven stalwart warriors have the discipline and iron will to stand and push back the darkness! Each of the Hellknights find their steeds, if they had them, and gear strewn about the floor of the rubble-formed cave. Iavdi's horse is a little bruised, but none the worse for wear.

They stand in a small hollow formed by the rubble of several collapsed buildings. The entropic energies that proceed each wave of the demonic host wreaked havoc on the natural laws of Kenabres when Terendelev fell. Stairs from the front stoops of buildings stretch up, impossibly, towards the sky. But, the doors they lead to are bound to the floor, or walls. In other places, rubble has melted together, sometimes forming solid masses of stone, other times, forming sheets of molten rock that does not burn to the touch, but ripples like flowing water. Yet, when touched, these molten patches remain firm as glass. At top, impossibly untouched, is the front edifice and stained glass image of the Inheritor Triumphant!

The walls of rubble are solid, and the stones will not budge. Those that do, cause the walls to tremble and rumble in ominous ways. Dislodging them further will, no doubt, take down the wall and the ceiling with it, crushing everyone underneath. Light comes in through cracks in the ceiling, and the faint "woosh" of air can be heard amidst the boom of battle beyond the stones. Amidst the rubble on the floor, the Hellknights find several silvery dragon scales that glow a faint blue light.

As the Hellknights touch the scales, they see a vision of the Silver Rampart, roaring before them on a silver cloud. She is perfection itself, each line of her body, a meticulous study in absolute geometry. She looks down at the Hellknights with wise eyes tinged hard with firm reproach, yet softened by naive wisdom. Armigers. Soldiers of Order. Chaos stands at our gates, and threatens ruin upon all we hold dear. The Worldwound is more than a name, it is a rent in the fabric of reality, a gaping, festering sore. These fiends you see now, and more, are its putrid issue. Take these, the last of my flesh, that they may aid you in the trials to come. Go! Heal the Worldwound She disappear in a puff of silvery blue-tinged clouds and the Hellknights' minds are filled with the knowledge of her gift! The four scales are each marked with a separate rune: Cloud, Mask, Shield, and Sword.

Map is updated. The stairs at the edges are not stairs going up to another level, they're climbing the walls. You're basically in a giant Escher print.
I totally just got the joke that I have SEVEN players, in a game about HELLknights fighting demons with the support of HEAVEN. heehee

I love the description, very Escherian indeed! Ezechias gazes all around him, then his attention is drawn towards the scales. He inspects thoroughly the one with the shield rune. "Terendelev, you showed us the true meaning of selflessness and dedication to a cause by consenting to the ultimate sacrifice. I hereby solemnly swear upon your holy scale to protect my armiger brothers and sisters with my own life! I shall be their shield in these dark times. Together we shall prevail!"

Perception : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
"Look there, the gravity appears to be a little different, maybe a way out?" points out the paladin.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23.

"I see what you mean," Kevroth says as he comes closer to the affected area, inspecting the stone around it to find a way to get out of their tomb.

Perc: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Well spotted," Giosue said. "Prudence demands experimentation." He took a loose stone and tossed it into the area of floating rocks.

She bows with one knee till the image of the great dragon is gone
"We will remember your sacrifice great one"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

She looks at the odd gravity effect, even after pointed out to her
"Peculiar. But shouldnt we try to find a way out first? Then we can inspect this phenomenon?"

Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 just in case its planar =^^=

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Perception: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9
Looking around he saw the staircases, and decided to attempt to see if he coudl walk on one of them that went sideways.

"This place is full on blasphemy, staying here over long could spell ruin for some of us.

Looking one more time he attempted to divine true north.
Geography: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

But before moving off he pulled out a water skin, prayed over it and passed it around after purfiying the water he created, "We must remember to hydrate ourselves, for we are in full war gear, and it would not do good for our bodies to give out when our souls will never tire.