You took 17 damage after you de stealthed by attacking them, and they rolled rather high. Unless you vanishing trick works as greater invisibilitiy?
-----------Arrius--------------
Your blood burns as the minotaurs death curse overtakes you.
the demonic minotaur screams within your head as it dies.
Slayer of my Slayer, I sense... the touch of Magd upon you... there is something.... very funny...I... You... could if you truely trust in your faith and preserverence, if you accept sheer suffering. I am, was, Strykarr of the Cairn Linnorm, pledged to Lord Ragadahn, before that... cow took me and my name by vile magiks, deceit and treachery of his accursed Nephilim mother
a deeper, more resonant voice is heard
A linnorms death curse can effect the next of kin, and can be reflected, if it unduly effects the nobility of fae.
Although this will... make you suffer the death curse as well, the longer you can hold on, the longer you can resist it, the further it will spread amongst its kin, the hard it will be for them to resist it as well...
The voice seems to be fighting death as it speaks
A Nephilim is a direct descendend of a demonlord and something... somewhat mortal? If that Minotaurs mother is a Nephilim then... its grandparent is possibly a demonlord?
Something evil, nasty and very high up in the Demon hierarchy, but you dont know specifics
You have a turn to ask a question, either out loud to those who look at the duel or to the fading spirit of the Linnorm.
----------Ambush party-----------
5 of the cultists remain, with only one senior cultist remaining, the decided to flee.
Which includes the cultist at the remaining barell
Creator?
You called me?
Who is the foe to be shown the most radiant light
The elemental speaks to Xoti, as a pseudopod forms on the elemental as it casually slaps the cultist grappling Sahala, who shrieks in pain as his hair begins to fall out, the wily witch quickly manages to almost short term teleport away.
And what is my name... I killed for you... give me a name...
-----------Arrius--------------
Your blood burns as the minotaurs death curse overtakes you.
the demonic minotaur screams within your head as it dies.
Slayer of my Slayer, I sense... the touch of Magd upon you... there is something.... very funny...I... You... could if you truely trust in your faith and preserverence, if you accept sheer suffering. I am, was, Strykarr of the Cairn Linnorm, pledged to Lord Ragadahn, before that... cow took me and my name by vile magiks, deceit and treachery of his accursed Nephilim mother
a deeper, more resonant voice is heard
A linnorms death curse can effect the next of kin, and can be reflected, if it unduly effects the nobility of fae.
Although this will... make you suffer the death curse as well, the longer you can hold on, the longer you can resist it, the further it will spread amongst its kin, the hard it will be for them to resist it as well...
The voice seems to be fighting death as it speaks
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You have a turn to ask a question, either out loud to those who look at the duel or to the fading spirit of the Linnorm.
"I don't understand. If I accept the curse it would harm and possibly kill demons or whatever line of abominations spawned this minotaur or would it plague my fey relatives?"
Constantine staggers and tries his hardest to remain standing and keep up the appearance of strength so the Army of Light does not falter and hopefully the demons and their slaves break and run.
It takes GREAT will for Adigale not to charge the fleeing cultists jumping on them like a frog on red splattered lily pads. Sighing, she lets herself revert back into her normal unhorned self. "Mission success?"
It takes GREAT will for Adigale not to charge the fleeing cultists jumping on them like a frog on red splattered lily pads. Sighing, she lets herself revert back into her normal unhorned self. "Mission success?"
His relatives yes, this little piece of beef is among Baphomets grandsons, there are a couple of thousands of those, this way we can use that the goat is... useing a quantity over quality approach to mating!
The beef tallows direct parents are Hephzahmirah, the goats high priestess, and the Deskarite Balor Diurezz Broodlord, a diplomatic union so to speak to keep their alliance strong!
The Linnorn howls in your head
Yes or No?
His relatives yes, this little piece of beef is among Baphomets grandsons, there are a couple of thousands of those, this way we can use that the goat is... useing a quantity over quality approach to mating!
The beef tallows direct parents are Hephzahmirah, the goats high priestess, and the Deskarite Balor Diurezz Broodlord, a diplomatic union so to speak to keep their alliance strong!
The Linnorn howls in your head
Yes or No?
"Yes."
---------Arrius----------
Your blood burns.
You are permanently staggered, and gain vulnerability to fire.
Yet as you accept the curse... you can spread it. Into the one who should have faced this curse, the half Balor Minotaur you just slew... and his kin.
Now, a wicked Fae would have cursed the Minotaurs descendents, should he have any, but you are a Paladin. You do not go for easy targets, it is those who spawned this who bear your ire.
For a moment, you see a towering Half Minotaur female, bedecked in Baphometan regalia and in front of a chained angel, holding some glowing stone right in front of it.
Where is your Ragathiel now, angel? See Angel, how close this key is to you, how tantalizingly close your freedom is? But you just cant reach it can you?
As the minotaur toys with the angel, a sudden shriek goes through her, as her blood burns just as yours, the glowing medal tumbles, and with exertion, the chained angel manages to reach it, disappearing in a flash of light that accompanies teleportation.
WHATTT IS THIS PAIN! Baphomet remove this curse!
She shrieks, and casts magiks to undo the death curse that is upon her.
She succeeds, eventually.
She thinks she did, warrior. For my curse lingers inside her, ready to strike again, when the time is most... inopportune.
but for that the curse will need to remain upon you, if you can bear it. the linnorm speaks in your mind
Your endurance is formidable It continues
see
You see an Abyssal Battlefield, a demonic warhost which you identify as Deskarite, by the preponderance of Derakni demons and their heraldry battles against a throng of spidery things, chitin ripping and scythes claws ripping into each other.
A mighty Balor, flying upon wings of not flame but insects swoops down to attack the figure leading the arachnid host, some towering arachnid thing, sleek carapace and long spidery legs bristling with perhaps vorpal energy. Just in the moment of the charge, the Balor shrieks in pain as his blood... burns, even though Balors should be utterly immune to that. Sensing the moment of weakness, the Arachnid pounces the Balor, its claws cutting deep into it, and its fangs penetrating into its torso, and its legs weaving cutting strands of spiky, deadly webbing around the Balors lower legs. Just before the Arachnid can tear out the Balors heart, the Balor manages to teleport away, leaving a shrieking and victorious arachnid super-predator triumphant. Shrieks cascade towards the Arachnid host at this fiercesome display, and the demoralized insectoids of Deskari fall under a tide of hungry fangs and pincers.
Well, that round of Abyssal slaughterball goes to Mazzmezz, that one Balorlord out of comission and a couple of thousand Deraknis become food for the Qlippoths. Excellent but
Look at this smug f%*%er
The Linnorms voice continues as you see someone who is undoubtedly Baphomet himself, pacing over what seems like maps in his impossible fastness. Simultaenously seeing what seems to be visions of the Minotaurs trouble and the defeated Balor, plotting.
I could affect him with my curse right now, you held on long enough but...
It would be trivial for a demonlord to undo mine, yet... I can wait. When he faces one of his peers, or another serious threat, then I, then we, will strike! Even if this ends up aiding the likes of Asmodeus, I, We, Arrius, will put our thumb on the table right then. He will know staggering pain, he will now great weakness to fire, when he least expects it, when he can least survive it.
Know what thy suffering will bring upon thy foes, Warrior of Magdh and Iomedae both!
Constantine staggers under the new, uncomfortable sensation coursing through his body. He urgently gestures to Cydric and hopes the spell Cydric used to communicate with him earlier is still in effect.
"I am alive but disabled. We need you to take command and execute the plan - have our 'panicked' troops flee north to the secondary crossing and launch the assault! If I should fall...make sure my sword is delivered to Queen Galfrey."
He manages to stay upright and announce to the assembled forces of evil defending the bridge, "I have prevailed in the duel! Flee before the divine judgement of Iomeade!"