Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
Donovan knows he's in a tight spot and focuses on trying to bring down at least one foe.
1. Chrysa can take a move action, her enemy in front of her is dead in one hit. 2. All Enemies were dead near Donovan by the time Donovan swung, so he can do something else (take two turns) - HOWEVER
Chrysa takes down the one in front of her easily, and Tikroch again completely obliterates one of the Tiger Lords, killing them instantly. Luca slices into one but doesn't kill them. Sootscale, for his part, kills three more with well-placed bombs.
There is only one left, coming from the west. They seem not to care about the hopelessness of fighting. Another is nauseated, and can't do anything, so they just throw up.
Rogue 8/Arcanist 1/Fighter 3 | HP59/83 | AC 32(37 with barkskin,41 w/ shield)/DR 2 cold iron/ Fire Res 5 | T 17 | FF 25| CMD 25 (30 disarm/sunder) | F+9, R+15(evasion), W+10 :-2 poison/illusion/disease:+2 fey:+4 plant | Per +21, Sense M +21, Init +6 spells: 3/3 | arcane pool 4/4| prehensile hair 8/8 minutes | flight 6/8 minutes Portraitconditions: Freedom of Movement, Feather Fall, Deathwatch, Fastidious, Endure Elements;, Heroism, hunter's blessing, barkskin
The invisible flying Mum does her best to look confused as she is called auntie, even though no one but her 'nephew' can see her. Still she flies over, gives Vincent a wink, and gets to work on the lock.
By the time the lock is opened, the dark haired warrior appears to all that can see. "You are free to flee or wait on us at a safe distance until we are done clearing these ruins of the invaders. If any of you know their purpose or anything about the layout below, we would appreciate any information."
Druid (Defender of the True World) 12 | HP: 135/135, AC:31/15/27, Fort:+12/Ref:+10/Will:+13 CMD: 37, Init+4, Perc+18 (BlindSense 40ft) current form(Celestial Dire Bat)) | DR: 5 P; 10 Evil |Resist: Acid, Cold, Electricity 15 | SR: 17
Tikroch listens intently as Luca sticks to his side, still on edge from the fighting. Tikroch keeps an eye on the cave entrance where the one adversary ran.
The prisoners step away from the locked gate while Mum opens them, and then a few rush over to the surviving barbarians, trying to stop them from bleeding out. The one with a strong resemblance to Kisanda turns to Mum, ”thank you. My father and sister must have sent you - and I would guess that Drelev is dead. They weren’t - the Tiger Lords, they weren’t evil and sadistic - “ she shakes her head, and the woman next to her says ”they treated us well - and so did Armag. The problem is that those witches, they filled Armag’s head with strange ideas over and over.” Tamary looks sad about the entire affair, and looks away from the meat that used to be the dead and the gore on Tikroch’s horn barbarians, but stands up straight,”I’ll collect what we can and move our things to one of the gers on the edge of camp. If you don’t come back in a few hours - we’ll head to the Fort.”
She pauses for a moment to allow a response and then she notes, ”we were just prisoners, we never entered the tomb, but if you see the ‘Sisters’ dressed in black, be careful - they’re piteously evil. You may be able to get Armag to stand down - but the Sisters will not give quarter.”
Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
Donovan takes a moment to catch his breath, then says, "Always a shame when a leader turns an otherwise placid people toward war."
"If we can remove the Sisters, perhaps we can convince Armag that their plans for his supposed destiny were false, and that his goals are misguided."
Rogue 8/Arcanist 1/Fighter 3 | HP59/83 | AC 32(37 with barkskin,41 w/ shield)/DR 2 cold iron/ Fire Res 5 | T 17 | FF 25| CMD 25 (30 disarm/sunder) | F+9, R+15(evasion), W+10 :-2 poison/illusion/disease:+2 fey:+4 plant | Per +21, Sense M +21, Init +6 spells: 3/3 | arcane pool 4/4| prehensile hair 8/8 minutes | flight 6/8 minutes Portraitconditions: Freedom of Movement, Feather Fall, Deathwatch, Fastidious, Endure Elements;, Heroism, hunter's blessing, barkskin
Mum is surprised when the prisoners rush to help their dying captors. She does not move to help, instead stays to talk to the woman. "Your family is safe and worried about you. Thank you for the information. We'll give the witches no quarter then." even though Chrysa wonders what these strange ideas were.
"Did you hear any of these 'teachings' from the witches? Or witness any of their powers?"
Tamary looks ashamed, "they mostly spoke in Hallit - I'm sorry I don't know the language. I think they were priestesses or witches. They both wore holy symbols - I think that's what they were, around their necks." She reaches down to grab a stick, and draws a circle with another circle in the center, like an eye, and shows lines coming from the center. It looks like a bloodshot eye.
Rogue 8/Arcanist 1/Fighter 3 | HP59/83 | AC 32(37 with barkskin,41 w/ shield)/DR 2 cold iron/ Fire Res 5 | T 17 | FF 25| CMD 25 (30 disarm/sunder) | F+9, R+15(evasion), W+10 :-2 poison/illusion/disease:+2 fey:+4 plant | Per +21, Sense M +21, Init +6 spells: 3/3 | arcane pool 4/4| prehensile hair 8/8 minutes | flight 6/8 minutes Portraitconditions: Freedom of Movement, Feather Fall, Deathwatch, Fastidious, Endure Elements;, Heroism, hunter's blessing, barkskin
"Thank you, Tamary. Stay safe and look after the others, we will hopefully be back in time to go with you." she doesn't say anything about attempting to save Armag. In her mind, he is a threat to the lands to the east. Better to crush him and leave the Tiger Lords weaker.
Looking to her companions "Is there anything else to prepare?"
Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
"Apart from noting that this place seems to be dedicated to Gyronna. No." Vincent says, looking into the darkness. "Those sisters are definitely less than pleasant if they follow the Angry Hag."
Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
Chrysa Surtova wrote:
"Thank you, Tamary. Stay safe and look after the others, we will hopefully be back in time to go with you." she doesn't say anything about attempting to save Armag. In her mind, he is a threat to the lands to the east. Better to crush him and leave the Tiger Lords weaker.
Looking to her companions "Is there anything else to prepare?"
"A moment, Tikroch and I are a bit winded from the physical combat," says Donovan.
The party moves through a natural hallway, with Tikroch leading the way and squeezing. The room up ahead seems to open up somehow, transitioning to constructed walls. Unfortunately, the vast majority of the room is not visible as there is a damp fog obscuring basically everything. The party can see a patch of this and Tikroch a little bit of the wall on either side. The walls, floors, and ceilings in Armag’s Tomb are carved from pale stone heavy with iron ore, a feature that gives the entire complex streaks of oxidized brown, not unlike long dead flesh streaked in dried blood. Except where otherwise noted, the rooms and corridors are 12 feet high.
There are obviously creatures in here that can’t be seen, scattered around. They have no skill or care about hiding beyond what is afforded them by the fog.
Rogue 8/Arcanist 1/Fighter 3 | HP59/83 | AC 32(37 with barkskin,41 w/ shield)/DR 2 cold iron/ Fire Res 5 | T 17 | FF 25| CMD 25 (30 disarm/sunder) | F+9, R+15(evasion), W+10 :-2 poison/illusion/disease:+2 fey:+4 plant | Per +21, Sense M +21, Init +6 spells: 3/3 | arcane pool 4/4| prehensile hair 8/8 minutes | flight 6/8 minutes Portraitconditions: Freedom of Movement, Feather Fall, Deathwatch, Fastidious, Endure Elements;, Heroism, hunter's blessing, barkskin
"If we don't have a way to get rid of it..." she looks to Vincent "we could attempt to draw out what is waiting on us with an area effect spell of our own?"
I have no idea if that is a good idea or a really bad one.
Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
Donovan casts a bless spell and says, "Can anyone check to see if this fog is mundane or magical?"
Everyone hears chanting coming from the corner, but can't see what's going on. Maybe spellcraft for anyone who knows abyssal to ID the spells.
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Tikroch:
Four demonic creatures come from the mist and attack Luca and Tikroch. Their claws are vicious. They seem to see perfectly fine in the fog. Two seem to try to attack Luca and two attack Tikroch. Luca can attack if they want with an AOO (20% miss chance).
The barbarian in front of Tikroch steps over out of the mist and tries to hit Tikroch, not really knowing what's going on. They seem to be angry but confused and afraid at the demons they see nearby.
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
But misses.
Luca takes 20, and Tikroch 21.
Donovan took his turn early, so he casts bless on his turn. He does not get a turn this round.
The Tomb of Armag - the Black Sisters of Gyronna Round 2 - Everyone But Donovan/???/Donovan
Vincent looks up sharply at hearing the other spellcaster then snaps his book shut inhales deeply and breaths out an impossibly powerful burst of wind that tears through the room.
Unless I really need to do something different based on their spell, cast Gust of Wind.
Rogue 8/Arcanist 1/Fighter 3 | HP59/83 | AC 32(37 with barkskin,41 w/ shield)/DR 2 cold iron/ Fire Res 5 | T 17 | FF 25| CMD 25 (30 disarm/sunder) | F+9, R+15(evasion), W+10 :-2 poison/illusion/disease:+2 fey:+4 plant | Per +21, Sense M +21, Init +6 spells: 3/3 | arcane pool 4/4| prehensile hair 8/8 minutes | flight 6/8 minutes Portraitconditions: Freedom of Movement, Feather Fall, Deathwatch, Fastidious, Endure Elements;, Heroism, hunter's blessing, barkskin
With an enemy in sight, and one that looks like they would would be the sister's the prisoners mentioned, Mum rises off the ground and flies toward them at full speed.
activate the flight hex, 60 feet of movement, so she can get to them
With the gust of wind, the room becomes visible. Three alabaster statues stand along the western wall of this large square chamber. The statues depict well-proportioned Kellid men, each set in a different war-like pose.
Four demons surround Tikroch and Luca, and two robed women are in the southwest corner, behind the pillar. They look like spellcasters, and peer at the party with hatred.
Sootscale steps up and starts throwing bombs at the casters.
Sootscale's Turn:
Sand Bomb Blue, range penalty (2), rapid shot:1d20 + 14 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 14 - 4 - 2 = 20 damage:6d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 2, 2, 6) + 7 = 29 reflex save (blue):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 reflex save (red):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 miss chance, high good for players:1d100 ⇒ 19 where does it land, clockwise starting from up:1d8 ⇒ 5
Both of them are blind, but they seem to take no fire damage. Sootscale notices this, and switches to force bombs.
Force Bomb Blue, range penalty (2), rapid shot:1d20 + 14 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 14 - 4 - 2 = 25 reflex save (blue, avoid prone):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 reflex save (red, avoid damage):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 damage:6d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 2, 4, 2) + 7 = 23 miss chance, high good for players:1d100 ⇒ 66
Neither is knocked prone.
Force Bomb Blue iterative, range penalty (2), rapid shot:1d20 + 9 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 4 - 2 = 6 reflex save (blue, avoid damage):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 reflex save (red, avoid damage):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 damage:6d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4) + 7 = 23 miss chance, high good for players:1d100 ⇒ 77
They seem to take no fire damage, but are both blinded. Both are damaged somewhat by the force bombs.
Blue takes 36, Red Takes 19.
It's their turn, so they realize they need to get the fight back on their own footing.
One accepts the attack from Mum, hissing, "Armag will be reborn - the will of Gyronna will not be denied!" and moves north past Mum, avoiding Tikroch.
Mum AOO:1d20 + 25 ⇒ (6) + 25 = 31 1d100 ⇒ 68
Once free, she casts a spell targeting herself.
Spellcraft DC 18:
Prayer.
Prayer is cast, so everyone has the appropriate penalty.
The one in the corner concentrates, and a wall of stone springs up in the passageway, blocking access to the room, and splitting it in half.
Spellcraft DC 21:
Wall of Stone
Tikroch and Luca are now alone.
Tikroch:
Cut off from everyone by the Wall of Stone, Tikroch is attacked by flanking enemies.
The barbarian scowls at Tikroch, and says something in Hallit, but steps away from the demon and does not attack, instead readying his greatsword for something.
Miraculously, Tikroch takes 0 damage, and Luca takes only 17.
Map updated, the room is now closed off from those in the hall, and bisected. Mum is alone to fight the two sisters, and Tikroch and Luca are fighting the four demons.
Separated from her allies, Mum chooses to go after the most wounded of her enemies, since it will leave the other more trapped in the corner. Abandoning her desire to keep her identity hidden as much as possible, her braid joins her swords to cut and stab the one invoking her gods. The knoted end bashes her right in the mouth. "If he is reborn, You will not live to see it." as the sister's teeth shatter, and she staggers back, one of Mum's sword drives right in the throat and out the back.
Simple, clean, dead.
Then the hovering dark haired warrior turns to look at the other sister and points her sword at her. "I could offer to let you run, but you wouldn't and I would be lying."
Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
Donovan unleashes his own prayer spell to counter the enemies' prayer.
"Hold tight." Vincent says simply, before grabbing both the cleric's much larger arm and Sootscale's slightly smaller one in his own hands and incanting words of magic that bend space to his will.
They reappear a few feet behind Tikroch and the melee between him, Luca and their more numerous foes. Vincent makes sure that Donovan is between him and the enemies.
Druid (Defender of the True World) 12 | HP: 135/135, AC:31/15/27, Fort:+12/Ref:+10/Will:+13 CMD: 37, Init+4, Perc+18 (BlindSense 40ft) current form(Celestial Dire Bat)) | DR: 5 P; 10 Evil |Resist: Acid, Cold, Electricity 15 | SR: 17
The relief is obvious, even on the animal face the druid now wears. With reinforcements at hand, Tikroch attacks the summoned demon with renewed vigor.
He orders Luca to defend the newly arrived casters, hopefully to deter the demons from attacking them.
Luca acrobatics vs cmd:1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24 Luca acrobatics vs cmd:1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39 Luca acrobatics vs cmd:1d20 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25 Moving half speed with acrobatics to attempt to avoid AOOs. Stopping next to Donovan. If possible, I'll take an AOO if I can move north to prevent more flanking.
Vincent grabs the others and shunts them into the room, seeing various demons attacking Tikroch. Donovan casts a useful spell, which seems to bolster everyone in his area, not Chrysa, due to the wall of stone.
Tikroch completely obliterates one of them, who poofs away with a cackle, and Luca has some more breathing room to get out of the flank. Luca does a backflip and moves next to Donovan, only drawing one non-flanked attack.
Lol, it looks like I didn't use the right attack bonuses, but thankfully it didn't matter.
bite aoo, only a 20 hits:1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Sootscale tries to knock out one of them of them prone.
Looks like 21+14-5 (resinous skin DR) to Tikroch. Also, @Tikroch, please make a reflex save as your first roll on the turn to check if Tikroch took 1d8 damage from the protective slime, the DC is 18.
The one that Sootscale nearly kills focuses a moment and casts a spell-like ability on Tikroch, stepping away to avoid being attacked by anyone.
Targeted Dispel Magic on Tikroch, starting with his highest level buff, DC 23:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23. Tikroch feels some of his protective magic slip away. Highest level spell is gone, probably hunter's blessing.
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Meanwhile...
Mum kills one of the black sisters, barely, who slumps to the ground. The other, screams, "NO!" and casts a spell, rushing over. Cast breath of life, move over and touch.5d8 + 11 ⇒ (8, 8, 4, 7, 7) + 11 = 45
With an intake of breath, the one on the ground returns to life. One negative level. No longer blind, she glares at Mum, and stands up.
AOO,fey bane, 17+ crit:1d20 + 18 + 2 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 18 + 2 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 32 damage, no sneak:1d6 + 11 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 2 - 1 = 14 Mum manages to slice her, but the witch stands up and scrambles away, focusing for a moment. She smiles at Mum, and murmurs, "we will see if your friends can get in before we kill you" and casts a spell.
Bleeding, wounded, and at death's door - the witch seems to return to nearly full health, though the blood remains. She casts heal on herself after standing and 5' stepping.
The barbarian ends up doing nothing - he moves to the corner and calms himself down, winded, and gestures towards the demons.
The Tomb of Armag - the Black Sisters of Gyronna Round 4 - Everyone But Donovan/The Black Sisters/Donovan
Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
Donovan casts divine power, calling upon Iomedae's strength as her champion, then steps up to help Tikroch in his struggle against the fiends.
Druid (Defender of the True World) 12 | HP: 135/135, AC:31/15/27, Fort:+12/Ref:+10/Will:+13 CMD: 37, Init+4, Perc+18 (BlindSense 40ft) current form(Celestial Dire Bat)) | DR: 5 P; 10 Evil |Resist: Acid, Cold, Electricity 15 | SR: 17
reflex vs slime dc18:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Feeling more secure with allies in this section of the room, Tikroch turns his attention to opening up access to the sounds of spellcasting and fighting from beyond the sudden stone wall.
5ft step over, ram wall to break; -9 damage if power attack doesn't apply. damage vs wall:16d8 + 22 ⇒ (3, 7, 5, 8, 5, 2, 2, 6, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 2, 6, 4) + 22 = 106
He rams his horn into the stone attempting to break through it.
Luca growls at the demons, ready to attack if they approach the people he's been commanded to guard.
The closest one to Sootscale poofs back to the abyss. The ones against the wall are hurt, the right one takes 25 and is prone, and the left one takes 12. Tikroch has to make a DC 19 (I think) or take 13 force damage due to Sootscale’s miss). Will update map later, still have Vincent if he wants to act.
With a crash, Tikroch pummels a large hole into the wall, and the women give a start, but seem undeterred. One flees to the northern end of the room, and with a simple gesture, more of the damnable babaus appear, swarming the room.
AOO Mum on Red, Walking by:1d20 + 18 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 18 + 2 + 2 - 1 = 29 Mum misses as the divine magic deflects any harm from this now apparent cleric.
1d3 ⇒ 3Plus one if more than 1, so 4, due to superior summoning.
The other seems to activate some sort of horrible power, and whispers of madness apparently fill the room - something of an anathema in some way. This is a holy place, for Gorum's faithful, and these witches seem to be corrupting it with hateful madness.
Will Save Mum:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 Will Save Tikroch:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
The babau near Tikroch that wasn't knocked down shrieks in abyssal and attacks Tikroch, now flanked through the hole.
Somehow, the tide seems to be turning against the party as the new enemies, summoned by the herald callers of Gyronna, seem to be outnumbering the party. The black sisters shriek at Mum, "we'll pick the teeth with your bones!"
The barbarian in the corner frowns, stepping towards the Babau near Donovan and attacking the demon.
He then moves himself out of the way as well as out of a vulnerable position. The command to Luca to assist his ally in the other room follows shortly after.
Order to flank for Chrysa. Attempt to move just north of demon blocking the hole in the wall.
Rogue 8/Arcanist 1/Fighter 3 | HP59/83 | AC 32(37 with barkskin,41 w/ shield)/DR 2 cold iron/ Fire Res 5 | T 17 | FF 25| CMD 25 (30 disarm/sunder) | F+9, R+15(evasion), W+10 :-2 poison/illusion/disease:+2 fey:+4 plant | Per +21, Sense M +21, Init +6 spells: 3/3 | arcane pool 4/4| prehensile hair 8/8 minutes | flight 6/8 minutes Portraitconditions: Freedom of Movement, Feather Fall, Deathwatch, Fastidious, Endure Elements;, Heroism, hunter's blessing, barkskin
The leather black demons like charred splinters surrounding the floating warrior-es claw and bite managing only to graze her as she evades as best as she can. They also do not concern her. She knows enough of summoning magic to assume the world will not allow these creatures to remain for long. The witches are another matter. “Since you want them...” a crack appears suddenly in the air, which Mum steps into “... here they are” she smiles briefly when she appears in front of the witch she's been cutting open. A broad smile to show off her bright teeth, which do not need cleaning with any bones. Then she gets back to cutting.
Male Human Cleric (Crusader) of Iomedae 12 | 90/90 HP | AC 28 T 13 FF 27 | Fort +10 Ref +5 Will +13 | Init +1 | Perception +17 | Channel Energy 3/5 | Touch of Glory 8/8 | Aura of Heroism 11/11 rounds | Cohort | Bless 12 mins. Divine Power 9 rds.
Donovan turns to swat the demon between himself and Tikroch.
Vincent hurts one of them, but the damage reduction proves to be quite significant. 8 damage total.
Vincent doesn't quite have line-of-sight, so instead he uses glitterdust on most of the enemies in the other 'room'.
Will Sister:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26 Will Babau:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Will Babau:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 Will Babau:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
The summoned babaus are all blind.
With about half of his bombs used, Sootscale is starting to get worried.
Tikroch doesn't quite manage to kill one of the demons, so he finishes it, and the one Donovan attacked, off.
The one near the hole sidles up to it and swings wildly at tikroch.
attack, cover:1d20 + 14 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 14 - 4 = 29
None of the ones that are remaining are effective.
The black sisters stay in the corner, and just try to channel evil energy towards their attacker, hoping the madness of Gyronna will rub off on their attacker.
Madness channeling, 6d6 halved, twice, with selective channeling, excluding a sister and one of the babaus.
