Growling at the metal push. But biting her tongue to distract from the noise. My mind will remain mine.
The flying dragon disciple spellcasting demon looking fiend zips over and defensively blasts the closest false phoenix with fire, "STAY AWAY FROM MY FRIEND!"
He stays floating above it, ten feet between them. But still isn't sure if it can reach him or not.
Gabriel will fall back into an area of shadows, stealth with hide in plain sight and the try to go for the inquisitor's body to find a controlling device for the golems.
Ibinu rakes the beast with a gout of burning hands, while Inam continues to pray, oblivious.
Gabriel makes a momentary blunder as he looks for another golem-control device.
Kallik, the weird sylph that came outta nowhere seems to have a fine touch with the ol' magick, and he levitates the ol' golem over to ya sweet as can be, so you smash it up good with a couple a' swipes a' yer axe. Good fun.
(3rd golem deleted)
Moon must succeed. Moon risks much. Moon sends I, the Declarative, to tell the world how it must be.
The Declarative steps down from Moon, making the hundred-foot drop seem like mere inches. Pointing to the nearby inquisitor, she Declares, "You Are Not Dead."
And it is so.
Pointing to the two remaining golems, she Declares, "You Are Lord Moon's Elite."
And it is so.
Ibinus blasts the same target again with fire, then bolts towards the cat as he tries to figure out what the hell this new thing is.
"Finish it and stay with Inam. You are strong. She is strong. Volcano and my Lady are with us and the enemy is running out of tricks."
His face shows concern as he flies away, hopefully not visible to the guards, but that... is a new trick.
She seems like your type, Abby. Self important and supremely confident. You ever run into each other? Help yourself to her essence, if you can take a taste of it.
Samen moves, presumably along with Kallik and Abnaki, toward Gabriel. Even with the haste, the distance is too far to cover quick enough to get a hit in.
"What an exquisite idea, Say-say!" Without a word or a plan, Abbygailiwy streaks off to the east.
(map updated)
Abnaki stares, with a stupid grin on his face. The Declarative was just proving his theory even further. If he was more in his right mind, he would have perhaps been afraid of what this meant. But then again, perhaps not. Words and the strength of will behind them were dangerous in this Thin World Moon was creating.
Words flow from his mouth like a river. The fey were masters of misdirection, but many of them physically couldn't lie. Abnaki had no such restriction. A torrent of mistruths spill out into darkest of nights, before Abnaki composes himself enough to focus in on trying to confuse.
"You are dead, and in fact were never alive to begin with," Abnaki says pointing at the moon inquisitor. "In fact you were never an inquisitor of Moon." Turning to The Declarative, he says "Samen is your son."
The Declarative is casting approximately 5th level spells (or spell-like abilities)
She is particularly effective when ordering her minions.
You think she can only effect people against their will within a certain range (60 feet at a guess). This will be high Will Saves.
The golem moves forward slowly, giving cover to the Declarative. As it should be.
The inquisitor babbles protective spells over the Declarative. As it should be.
Pointing to Abbygailiwy, she Declares, "Smoke. You Shall Love Your Master's Last Breath."
And it is so.
The Declarative spends one of her 'actions' countering your insane ramblings.
(she used two 'declarations' last round, but only got one this round. You're still not quite sure what you are doing.)
"Friends! Allies! I can feel The Warrior here with us. Keep defending our home!" Inam's greatsword, and the towering inferno erupting from the blade, are now too brilliant to look at directly.
"Mine is a glorious light. A glorious heat. You are cold, Abbygailwy, your smoke becomes languid and stagnant in the light of Moon. You do not want to kill Samen. Taste of my breath Abbygailwy, and learn of the true nature of Elenity." Abnaki's babbling continues. "Golem, you have rusted through. You can rest now, the rest of a well used hammer. Rest and be reclaimed by the ground. Your job is done."
Ibinu yells out, "PAGENTRY! It is simply magic, made to look like pure will manifested. It works best on its allies, or if you get close. So simply do not believe it or at least stay about a hundred feet away, out of its strongest range."
"But these enemies here will taste the dragon's breath first, then I will deal with the general."
He flies over, lines up his attack on the inquisitor and hopes the phoenix is dumb enough to carry out its planned charge. He releases most of his pain and rage in one breath of flame, burning and searing all in its path.
Burring from the creature's fire, Mishipeshu unleashes a desperate fury of violence on it, seeking to rip the creature to pieces.
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(Ibinu and Sequoya still have a heal remaining)
Focusing on the energetic link to Inam, Sequoya uses her connection to Mishipeshu to channel Inam's healing into him.
I'm going after that one, cut the head off the snake Motioning to the Declarative, Despite his injured state. Gabriels likely to run off on his own again. Going full on after the Declarative.
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Samen cringes as Abby turns back against him. Well Volc. That's not better.
He considers his options, and, perhaps it's the Fey blood, but he smirks at the irony he just realized he can exploit in this magical battle of linguistics.
He calls out to Abby. I have been many things to you, Abby. I have been your enemy and friend. I have been your student and teacher. I have been your lover. I have been your advocate, your defender, your provider, and your guide. But I have never been your master. No, indeed, the only master you know right now is the one giving you orders. As she has declared, so let it be done. Far be it from me, or even from her, to contradict such a profound declaration. Let it be so. Love her last breath."
The Declarative has many magical defenses. Stoneskin. Mighty armor. Protections and immunities of all kinds.
But the Declarative has a body, just like any other living thing. A body with lungs - and when those lungs suddenly fill with a vengeful smoke elemental-
"Stop - you cannot-!"
And the Declarative begins to choke.
Ibinu, you hear a familiar scream --Sophia!-- the guards are being smothered and melted alive by the burning mass of feathers and flesh as it drags itself ever closer to Inam Emberheart. Sophia is one of the last few the remain untouched by the creature.
As you glance over you can see her screaming in anger and disgust as Edoardo, her close friend, dies before her eyes, enveloped by nauseating death. She hacks at the beast with a strong arm and an enchanted blade, but the false phoenix lumbers forward.
Ibinu turns with a snap and launches a fireball, just barely ending it right in front of Sophia.
Dammit, what is the point of guards if they can't even HOLD OFF ONE FREAKING MOSTLY DEAD ENEMY!?!
If the enemy is dead he drifts up a little higher to see what happens down south. If not, he heads towards Sophia, hoping to not get there too late.
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Abnaki is far too drunk on his own self importance to notice the fact that he is in The Splash Zone. Now that The Declarative has been silenced, he's sure that this will work.
"While you are occupied here, our agents are attacking Moon directly! Never again shall you bask in it's pallid presence! How could you have been so foolish as to have fallen for our trap? You buffoon, you absolute dunce, you have handed us the keys to victory! Leaving your monarch unguarded? Only a lunatic could have fallen for such an obvious ploy!" He grins slyly. "Of course, how foolish of me. I suppose I shouldn't have expected better from a bunch of lun-ites."
Ibinu, the last false phoenix is dead. Melted by the combined fury of Cauldron and Dragon, nothing remains but slag. The Temple itself is scarred by the blistering sorcery.
(deleted, map updated)
Gabriel, as you plunge your dagger through the throat of the Declarative, you catch a glimpse of the inquisitor smiling. He saw you approaching, and now he casts a small backwards babbling spell-
Pulling back on pure instinct, you dodge a silvery echo of your own blade - the inquisitor's spell came mere inches away from dealing that same 45 damage to you.
Osna, thrown from the eternal land of dreams into a clanking golem nightmare, is throughly frightened. He spends his round fleeing south.
Kallik jukes north east, hopefully past the path of the golem. She still has a standard action (which I will bot later tonight)
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Samen's gaze roams from the Declarative to the golem to Abnaki. I could maybe finish her off, but...
"Volc it."
Samen swoops down and scoops up Abanki like a hawk, then flies up and over the golem toward Gabriel, maintaining a height of 30 feet.
"You're no good as a symbol of resistance if you're flattened, Abnaki."
Mishipeshu charges down the temple steps making a beeline for the Declarative as the standing enemy of focus.
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Sharp eyes scour the battlefield, taking in every action, and every threat, locking on the armored entity representing Moon. Slowing her breathing, blocking out all distraction, the huntress takes aim, targeting her enemy's eye as she releases a perfect shot
The Declarative is beset by smoke that steals her voice;
A shadowy blade cuts deeply, once twice;
But the Declarative will speak the truth, despite these inconveniences. The truth will be spoken, and-
that annoying voice, that stupid bard, babbling as if it knows anything of truth or Declaring-
-that one distraction is enough. Sparing even that one moment to glance at Abanki gives Sequoya time to line her shot, and a heavy arrow shatters the Declarative's mask as it impales her head. She slumps to the ground, dead.
The last Ky La cocks his head, listening up toward a hovering, leering Moon. Suddenly, he shouts, "GOLEM, KILL INAM EMBERHEART, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He then runs off to the east, fading to invisibility. One must save one's own skin, eh?
The golem readjusts its path, continuing to build terrible momentum.
(map updated, golem's arrow is going to start going up the stairs FAST, and Inam cannot move)
(map updated, Inquisitor is somewhere in that area, and invisible)
Ky La! you're next! just as the Volcano has a shadow, so does your precious moon! The Darkness will not join you! Gabriel yells, still feeling vengeful.
With that, Gabriel will use his new shadowdancer ability, Shadow Illusion to make a Silent Image of Inam, in the Golems path, Hoping it's stupid enough to believe that is the real one and fulfill the order.
Unfortunately, your minor illusion does not even register with the golem - it tramples past.
Your shadow tugs on your feet. I can sort of see him. Follow me. Let's stab him again.
Abnkai doesn't resist as Samen grabs him, but neither is he entirely helpful. "Dead! Dead! Dead! The Declarative has died! Free to Declare things without her interference!" Abnaki squirms slightly in Samen's grip, and looks at the Golem. "I declare that we should destroy that thing!"
Found you!
Samen will go gently to the ground and let go of Abnaki, then attack at the ankles of the golem from behind.
Hopefully this thing is too focused to deal with threats from behind.