Lunk moves his hand in a deft but subtle move, intent on snatching Savi into his hands before the creepy melty guy mace notice of his itty-bitty friend.
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
From within Lunk’s cupped palms, Savi signs to him. There seems to be a pattern—or maybe she’s repeating the same 5 or 6 letters 7 or 8 times.
Jek points at the dripping flesh. "Does your master know about your... ahem... problem?"
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Rinika gets out her notebook and flips through pages. For at long last, one of the perpetrators has been located and is now securely held within Tcian Sumere, at the Bottom of the Multiverse. Your master has also bid me to add: ‘None shall rest until my vengeance is complete. All who stand in my way shall face the wrath of that which was wrought in the ancient halls of the realm now known only for dust.
Rinika bows her heads as much as she can while floating in the void.
"Uhm...O Great Glyphimhor, why are you kept here, and who has brought you low?"
Glyphimhor looks like its about to flick a gloopy wrist at the party but then Rinika turns up the charm. "I am cursed into this wretched existence by my master's ancient foe. When Tenenbrous returned even he was not able to dispel the transmutation," the venom in his voice is palpable when he says, "I'm not kept here. I rule here in Tenenbrous's stead."
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"Of course, mighty Glyphimhor. Who is this ancient foe who cursed you, that we might visit your wrath upon them? Do they also wield the power of Pelion?"
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Rinika feels a pressure on her mind compelling her to speak, Answer my questions now catfolk. What made you? You are suspended between life, death, and undeath, how?
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Rinika narrows her eyes at the mental intrusion, then slowly raises her head, emboldened, smiling.
"My nature is ineffable, Glyphimhor. You may call me Antinomy. You think that my disposition will unlock the riddle of your own curse. Perhaps we can help one another."
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Jek's eyes widen. Well this is new... He quietly jots down the latest nickname.
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Still cowering in Lunk’s cupped hands, Savi overhears Rinika. And she can’t help herself.
She whispers to Lunk, “Ineffable… I already thought of two jokes for this word, and once I tell one, I can never use the other.”
Admitting this aloud ruins both jokes forever. Savi purses her lips and makes sad puppy eyes.
“Don’t you hate it when that happens?”
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Conor watches Rinika talk, happy to let her deal with this till it was inevitably time to hack this thing to bits.
"Anti... what?" Helios doesn't even know from where's the rain coming from. And who's this guy who popped in out of the blue? Or should he say out of the black?
Ah, maybe the joking faerie's influence is getting a grip on him!
The look of frustration is apparent as Rinika shrugs off the compulsion, "Antinomy, perhaps you can. I am bound by my True Name to never name Lord Tenenbrous' enemy. I will answer one question and all I require is a piece of your flesh in return. Every question beyond that, you must slay one of your allies to replace the guardians you have already destroyed."
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Savi crosses her arms. “Next time we’re given a choice between a pint of ale and any alternative, we pick the ale. Every. Ineffing. Time.”
Rinika crosses her arms as well and eyes Glyphimhor levelly. "Lowball. So you can't name your master's enemy. It sounds like you can still tell us about them. I bet it would feel great to get around the binding like that."
Conor chuckles lowly at Savi's comment. "Agreed. I think I like you.'
Growing bored with this things stupid rules and questions he idly looks over the edge of his blade, getting ready for the time he was going to get to cut this thing apart.
Feeling a little less nervous, Savi sits at the edge of Lunk’s palm, crossing one leg over the other.
“What’s not to like?” She says with a smirk. “I mean… I’ll admit my idea of wicked funny might be overwhelming to some.”
She then unfurls a scroll that is only an inch wide, with letters an eighth of an inch wide:
WARNING
Her luminous skin glows red, blue, red, blue, red, blue.
But she is skilled in this sort of communication, apparently, because Connor can make the connection from a couple of key words. When Savi says ‘wicked,’ she means evil. And her use of overwhelming refers to her ability to detect an evil aura. She is warning Connor that the evil aura is extremely powerful.
"It would and I still cannot. It is obvious to me you have no intention of dealing with me. And while your fairy insists on mocking me. " The temperature in the room begins to rise.
"Welp!" Nik says as he takes a potshot and puts his crossbow away.
Lunk does not like his fairy being threatened. As soon as the first shot is fired, he quickly draws his blade and channels arcane energy into it . With both hands gripping the naked blade, Lunk slashes the demon!
His blade remains pointed at the foe, acting as a shield.
Savi replies to the demon, “I wasn’t mocking you. I was trying to subtly suggest not to fight you, and you being all yelly ruined it. If I wanted to mock you, I’d point out the paradoxal nature of your pricing. If Auntie Nomy would slay us, we wouldn’t be allies. Your deal is a bum deal.”
Thinking she ran off her mouth way more than she should to a guy who’s ten thousand times her weight, the fairy grabs Bobby and scurries into her bottle !
"Finally! All this talk was getting nowhere and is boring." Conor barks and takes up his sword, roaring as he attacks, blade raising diagonally up before lashing back straight down on the backswing and pulling back into a guard.
Rinika courageously withdraws.
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"Ugh, that dripping stuff is going to make such a mess. Nik, do you still have that cleaning spell?
Glyphimhor scoffs as he easily side steps Lunk's thrust, ducks Connor's swings, and lets Jek's lance deflect off his surprisingly resilient, if melty, flesh, "Pathetic. But one can't expect much from mortals. Hmmm, which one of you is actually dangerous?"
His eyes fall on Glimmerhoof, "You've been quiet."
He then flicks his wrist at Jek's lance. An unseen force tries to pull the weapon from Jek's grasp and nearly succeeds.
Lunk curses his clumsiness. He wonders if the cat girl has the right idea—
—but the foe gives an opening. Lunk strikes!
If he drew blood, that might embolden the others. Or will they follow the cat-girl?
"I swear I'm not trying to keep my lance clean..."
"Good, get it nice and gooey! I'll clean it after. Also this guy has some fancy spells, watch out!" Nik says.
Lunk's sword plants into the gooey mess of Glyphimhor's flesh and something dark drips from the wound.
The dark ichor climbs up Lunk's katana and starts to infest his hand and arm, Lunk can feel the strength draining from him.
Lunk has the heebejeebes…
…which somehow helps him shake off the creeping impotence!
He stands ready to strike, though he’s open to what the others are up to.
“So, uh… Lunk’ll back ya guys up. Just let him know what ya need. I’ll be in… here,” says a little voice from within Lunk’s familiar satchel.
"We need more stabbing!" Nik asserts before floating past Glimmerhoof and launching a splash of acid!
This thing dodging his attacks and doing something to Glimmerhoof fills Conor with a focused rage as he works his blade back around and slashes out repeatedly.
[Ooc]Smite, full attack[/dice]
Lunk sidesteps in the hope he can flank with Connor or somebody.
He does not wait for somebody, but simply strikes. This time he focuses on aim over power.
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From her Satchel, Savi suggests, “Hey, Lunk… keep circling, and you can make this patty melt a different kinda sandwich.
“—like a LLLNfurter!”
Though cowering inside the familiar satchel, the fairy feels quite satisfied with her clever communication of tactics. The kinda sandwich I am is ‘hero.’ she tells herself.
Connor, in a moment of desperation, hefts his sword at the "pitiful" Glyphimhor. The acid dripping from the blade does little but its cutting power manages to make a neat slice across the tanar'ri's torso. Bits of Glyphimhor's ichor splashes on Connor weakening him a tiny amount.
Jek rushes through the party and veers toward Glyphimhor.
Sidestepping to get better line of sight, Helios tries to put as much damage as possible without sending too many arrows to waste. That guy seems quite a challenge!
Then he remembers these kind of creatures are usually affected by aligned weapons, so he takes a bit more time to ensure he can put all his meat on the grill.
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Rinika courageously casts Inflict Serious Wounds, heroically flexes into Weapon Focus:Melee Touch, and then valiantly moves up to Glyphimhor to bravely poke him.
And with a mighty poke from Jek and then Rinika, Glyphimhor is slain and reverts back to a beam of blue light.
Rinika's eyes widen as she pokes Glyphimhor and he turns back to light, which she immediately regrets, because he turns back to light.
"OW. Frickin bright such and such."
She then nervously looks around to make sure that the entire facility isn't going to come crashing down.
Savi flies out of her hiding place, brandishing her dinky katana.
“Ohhh… he’s lucky he’s dead, or he’d probably get a taste o’ Bobby.”
She sheathes Bobby Pin in her scabbard (which is in Lunk’s manbun, and is necessary to keep his hairdo intact).
Luck whips his blade to one side, and with a slight twist of the wrist, flicks any remaining flesh and blood off. He then, in a deft motion, flips the unsharpened side to his hand—then sides the blade until the tip brushes past the flap of skin between thumb and index. He shoves it in his scabbard.
This all happens so quickly that, to the untrained eye, it appears as if Lunk thrust the katana in the scabbard at his hip.
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Rinika looks at Savi, then glares at Lunk, then motions Savi over and whispers, "Does he make you get in that bottle? Cuz I can smash the bottle and kill him for you, you don't have to get in the bottle."
Savi follows the cat-girl. When she suggests murdering Lunk, Savi laughs nervously.
“Ah, ha ha heh ho huh? You prob’ly could with that death touch that you used to touch the melty guy to death.
“But nah, that bottle is my safe space. It’s good for hiding in and shouting tactics while Lunk does all the bad-guy-hitting, and bad guys don’t do any me-hitting. I mean… that was the first time I actually used it for that. I also keep my mother’s sword in there. Wanna see?”
She zips to the bottle and back before Rinika can answer. But what Savi has in hand is a sewing needle… and its length exceeds the fairy’s height by an inch or two. Maybe Bedu could wield this thing as a sword, but it looks more like a lance in Savi’s hands.
Lunk unhooks a chalice from his belt. He raises it and gives Connor an inquisitive look.
Nik floats there for a few moments, wide-eyed, before he comes halfway to himself and alternates between suggesting and urging the others.
"Um- how about we go look elsewhere and not touch the shaft of blue light again in case he comes back? Let's go not there. Shall we go elsewhere? Let's go."
"Well, that's that. What next?" Conor growls as he shakes goop off of his sword.
Seeing Lunk's look he smiles his thanks but shakes his head.
Rinika looks at the tiny sewing needle incredulously, then peers over her shoulder back at Lunk with obvious suspicion. "Alright if you're sure. But if it looks like you're ever stuck in that bottle, I'ma smash it for you.
She'll do a quick check around the room to find any other exits, but she'll avoid the light.
Lunk shrugs and (even though the chalice was empty when he picked it up) takes a swig. It’s just water. He signs a question for Savi to translate.