Whichever one looked less interesting/smaller - I always save the best for last!
The nagas stay crowded around me and keep their held actions, waiting for the other incorporeal shoe too drop. I investigate the sacks.
"While we're waiting for our host, gents, look what I've found...."
Ok then in about 24 seconds i.e 3 rds. You all hear a god awful wail
Simon: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Skiron: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Ta'ruk: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Naga 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Naga 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Naga 3: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Naga 4: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Those of you that failed a DC 23 fort save take 140pts, those that did not are sickened for 1d6 ⇒ 5
"GAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHIIIIMBECILE!!!" Skiron shrieks to himself. Seeing his comrades haven't been so fortunate, he directs his remaining minion to drag Ta'ruk's body out of the room, while Skiron does the same with Simon.
Once they're a generous distance away, Skiron sends the naga back whence it came, and in its stead beckons Eldritch Cheese To The Rescue!: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 luminous winged figures (mothmen with the Increased Dexterity, Magic Attacks, and Improved Damage (Claws) Evolutions). One hovers over Simon's corpse, the other over Ta'ruk's.
You would have these fine villains so ingloriously disposed of??? Skiron manages to sound mad and bombastic even through telepathy. [/b]I say their tale does not end today![/b]
AGENT. OF. FAAAATE!!! "Casting raise dead to return someone with an important fate to life!"