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Alara is forced back for a moment by the deluge of acid. As she leaps after the beast she places a glowing hand upon her chest and calls to Ib'Thalik. "Lay on foul excuse of a monstrosity. Do not let this multi-headed mountain reach the City."

Move action to use the Jump boots, swift to use Lay on hands on self.

Lay on Hands (self): 10d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 4, 4, 1, 4, 2, 2, 3) = 28

Hm. I guess my idea would've worked a lot better in F2F.

In such case, I'd imagine his orders are to stop halfway between the kaiju and the city (as he is coming from there). I think the current distance is ideal, so he'll ready an action to attack the kaiju as it approaches.

His orders are to engage the enemy and block its path. It is currently in zone 9 with everyone else.

Alara slashes at the beast as it lumbers toward the city.

Holy Avenger attack: 1d20 + 30 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 30 + 2 = 48 AOO with Designating bonus
Holy Avenger damage: 1d8 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 = 13
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9 If Evil

As it continues its inexorable path to the city, she leaps after it calling to their undead mockery. "Ib'Thalik, engage our foe. Block its path."

Catching up to her quary she holds her weapon straight at the multi-mouthed creature. "Vile beast, cease your rampage and turn away from the city or be destroyed." With that she issues her Hero's Challenge.

Alara makes her way to the last known location of the kaiju. Why did it have to be a giant spider? She thinks to herself. Drawing her holy avenger, she waits for the monstrous beast to reappear. She begins the preparations to cast Chains of Light as soon as it reappears.

Hi all, I am terribly sorry for disappearing for so long. I just got out of hospital and have been without internet access for two weeks.

I’m getting myself back together and it’ll take me a few days to catch up. Please bear with me while I do so.

Once again, I apologize for my absence.

Been a rough week. Hoping to get something up tonight.

Anyone heard from Hobbe's player? Have we lost him?

I'm still here. I don't have anything more that I feel needs to be done in town at this time.

"I agree Baron, that we both still enjoy the gift of our divine power says more than anything that we must put aside certain mortal concerns to focus upon the more dire events surrounding us."

A small smile appears on Alara's face as Khar'Tenet's dramatic revelation finishes. Her voice sounds with a mirthful ring as she chides the skeletal warrior. "Oh, I think you may be the misguided one here. Nothing I do is in payment for past deeds. There is no vengeance in my actions. I seek only to keep all of the living beings in this city from harm. We are all oppressed by these great beasts of chaos and it is by eliminating them that we alleviate the suffering of the innocents here." She gives him a patronizing pat on the arm. "And believe me when I say there is nothing eager in my acceptance of your offer for control of that vile mountain of bones outside the gate. I would sooner see it destroyed at our earliest convenience. However, perhaps I am more swayed by the ideals of Sarenrae than I had previously been aware. I have convinced you to abdicate control of another, there is hope for what remains of your soul yet."

Alara's back straightens, a feat that had previously seemed unobtainable. "As you say mistress, as this battle is not between light and dark, we are capable of working together for now. However, I think Iomedae and Asmodeus may have something to say about the idea that we mere mortals invented the timeless conflict of the light and dark."

Later as they are leaving the presence of Chronoa, Alara turns to Baron Altaire. "I know that you are a simple warrior and have skillful command of your weapon, but there is more at risk between the walking pile of bones held together with foul magics and pure stubborn pride beside us and myself. We have each taken a vow to our respective deity. That vow allows our deity to grant us much of our divine power. Should we break that vow, our deity would be forced to remove that power." She stops for a moment and takes a long hard look at Khar'Tenet before continuing. "I do not know the specifics of his vow, but it is likely similar to mine in certain respects. One being that we are forbidden from such alliances as this. For both of our deities to allow this union without denying us their graces says much of the dire nature of this fight"

I am also ready to resume tilting at windmills (or kaiju as the case may be).

1)
Alara looks in surprise at the vile remains of the once great king. "That is ... satisfactory. But is there anything we can do to keep Ib'Thalak from rampaging the city should both of us fall?"

1)
Alara steps forward to the clockwork giantess and takes a knee. Removing her helm the metallic woman looks up at the mistress of the Lastguard. "Mistress, I have reservations about the dually abominable monstrosity that now guards our gates. I fear that, if at some point we do succeed at eliminating this kaiju plague, it's will be used as a weapon against the Final City. While its current existence may be necessary for our continued victory against its brethren, I am concerned about its actions should Khar'tenet fall." Her luminous silver eyes flick towards her undead companion, but return to Cronoa in an instant. "I... would ask that some form of failsafe or geas be placed upon the walking bones of our fallen enemy, such that it will not threaten the citizens of our fine city should such an event transpire."

2)
"I have erred. You are correct that certain opinions and observations are better gained in person than through simply watching the battle." She swallows and continues.

"We were unprepared for the speed at which it traveled. We will do better next time." She gives a glance at the young elven spellcaster. "Arathadali's mastery of planer travel served us well as did the swordsmanship of both the living and unliving members of our group." She says this last piece with a grimace at Khar'tenet.

She looks away from the skeletal figure and continues. "Improving Hobbe's mobility would be an asset. Perhaps we can find a way to mount his artillery on the walking remains of the slain abomination."

3)
"I do not believe so. Only that it is with some relief that I find we have kept the citizens of this refuge from harm at the hands of Winterbreath."

4)
With a glance at their own mechanical overwatch, Alara speaks, "Its service has been exemplary, but I must admit that my own proclivities do not steer towards diminutives and its title has been sufficient so far." She turns to address their Cro unit directly. "Do you feel otherwise Cro?"

5)
Alara looks up at Cronoa hopefully. "I have a question if it is allowed. Why this team? Why both one born of light and one born of darkness? Why both myself and Khar'tenet? I know that a certain level of diversity can be desirable, but to jeopardize the effectiveness of both of us to battle these abominations, it courts disaster, does it not?"

(1)
The armored aasimar nods to the paladin's captive squire. "Thank you Denny, tell your master that you have served us well and we are pleased." Though her voice portrays that sentiment, her thoughts turn to darker matters. I will have to follow up with this Sir Royland Steele. His attitude towards those less fortunate is not as charitable as it could be..

(2)
Alara's eyes follow the churning gears and cogs up the tower. "A marvelous monument to order, I hope it can be harnessed for the betterment of all of us here."

(3)
Alara marches through the door beside the armored master of the sword and the towering remains of the ancient evil, beside the young elven mistress of the arcane and the demonspawn mistress of the bow. The glowing steel grey eyes behind the helm wandered over the projected images of their allies and enemies. Led by the mechanical bird, she waits with the others for Cronoa to acknowledge their arrival.

When Cronoa speaks, Corso answers without hesitation. A moment later, Alara steps forward. "We are here to report the defeat of our first assignment." She nods at the projection of their own battle. "You appear to have already seen our battle, is there more that you would know from us?"

While I admit the role-playing opportunities of a Paladin probing the Final City's needs and laws surrounding slaves and slavery (and the particular plight of a fellow Paladin owning said slaves) could be interesting, there is no need to bog down everyone's game to do so.

I am ready to move on if everyone else is.

"Young Denny, how did you come to be in the service of Sir Steele? Does the patron saint of those oppressed reward his service?" Alara nods as Corso and Ara join the group. "Welcome back Arathadali, I hope you had adequate time to rejuvenate. Baron Corso, how are your people fairing?"

I apologize if I was too subtle, does my Knowledge (religion) of 31 give me any insight as to Paladin Steele's patron deity?

As they followed the young man Alara did her best to ignore the verbal jabs from her companions. "If Cronoa requires their presence I'm certain they will know. I believe the Baron is accompanied by our Cro unit. As for the arcanist, she will know if she is needed."

The aasimar turns to their guide. "Squire, what is your name? What would you tell us of your master?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (17) + 35 = 52

Just out of curiosity, when we all split up entering the city, did anyone notice where our Cro unit went?

Alara nods, "Then we head to the Bell Tower. My thanks Steele." A slave? What god allows their Paladins to keep slaves?

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she turns to the devilspawned archer and the ancient lich. "We should report to Cronoa. We have tarried long enough." Ignoring Khar'Tenet's dig about their guide's status, Alara continues, "I could wish that our elven archaist and the Baron were with us to report. But she is surely in her own arcane realm and he is seeing to his people as his title demands."

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

So far this game has been quote an experience. Khar'Tenet is quite the character. So far it has been fun trading insults and having Alara angst over their forced teaming. I will say something if I feel we go to far.

Alara approaches the unruly group, her armored grace plain to see. "Sir Steele, I wish you and your squad a pleasant afternoon. It is true that our squadron was formed only moments before we were called to action, but I can assure you that most of us will admit that we are still testing the waters." She glances at the young wizard. "We did find a few areas that we need to work on, particularly team unity. But the ancient one does have a point." She turns and frowns at Khar'Tenet, "We kept our first kaiju from reaching the city walls and I think that deserves some celebration."

Clearing her throat Alara continues, her voice cold and approaching a growl. "Although, I will say that his ego has grown to match his hideously unnatural age."

The tone of her voice changes, returning to her previous melodic cheerfulness. "However, our CRO unit did not have time to give us the location of command for debriefing. Would you be so kind as to point us in the right direction?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (16) + 35 = 51

Do we have a squad designation? If so, I can't seem to find it now.

Alara strides through the practice yard, she glances over at Khar'Tenet giving battle lessons to the troops. Beneath her helm her perfect features are marred by a look of disgust. She turns away from the vile lich, looking for someone with more authority. Stopping one of the soldiers she asks, "Who's in charge here? Can you point me to your commander?"

I have plenty of Lay on Hands if you are willing. I can’t give you more fast healing, that only works for non-Evil characters.

Having spent the journey back to the City healing those of the Lastguard injured in the battle, Alara flies along her teammates riding the massive monstrosity.

Alighting upon the battlements of the City. She looks sadly at the carcass of the once frozen kaiju, its purple blood dripping upon the wasteland surrounding them. Turning to the guards watching in fear from the wall, her melodious voice rings out. ”Worry not, we have dispatched the accursed thing. Ib'Thalak dances upon Khar'Tenet’s leash. Now it guards this city from others of its kind.”

She makes her way to the cathedral, stopping to give kind words and encouragement to those who greet her. Reaching the towering edifice, one tower still shrouded in scaffolding as repairs continue, she makes her way to the sacristy. Taking her time to cleanse herself, ritually anointing herself, she trades her armor for vestments. She carefully places her armor on a stand, placing her sword at its base.

She walks out into the temple and kneels before the altar. ”Blessed sisters, today we were successful and yet, we also failed. This kaiju was halted before it reached the city. And yet, it still walks this plane. Forgive me, the lich king Khar’Tenet commands its corpse to yet walk in uneasy death. I swear to grant it final rest, but for now, this twice accursed abomination is yet one more barrier keeping this city and its people safe and alive. We shall all pay the price for this someday, but for today, I fear this serves a greater good, and I hope that that is enough.”

Alara’s head bows in silent prayer and there she remains for several hours.

Eventually she slowly rises and once more returns to the sacristy. Cleansing again, she reverses the ritual. Removing the vestments, she again dons her armor, carefully checking, cleaning, and oiling it as she goes. She performs the same careful ritual with her sword. Strapping the sword to her hip, she once again walks out into the City feeling more at ease with herself.

She makes her way to the Lastguard Redoubt in search of a superior to report to.

Alara's wings beat as she acts from the dark tendrils. Her eyes close and she turns her head away. Her sad voice issues quietly from her half. "Forgive me mistresses. Forgive us all for what we do here. Nothing deserves this fate, not even this beast. It will have a final rest before this is over. Whenever that may be"

Wiping the purple ichor from her sword she rises into the air. "I will not e conveyed by that abomination. I would prefer to travel buy my own power." She smoothly, but forcefully, slides the shining sword into its sheath. "But I will accompany it for our triumphant return."

Home again at last. It'll take me a little while to catch up. I'll try to have something posted tonight. Sorry for disappearing on you guys.

<sarcasm>Great another mouth to feed.</sarcasm>

I'll admit a minion will assist in further battles, but Alara is NOT a fan of this one. :)

To all my campaigns, this weekend there was a death in the family. I will be traveling to the funeral this week. I have no idea what my posting capabilities will be. Please bot if necessary.

Using her jump boots, Alara leaps over the prismatic wall. As she approaches the freezing beast she calls forth in challenge, "You have progressed far enough." Issuing cavalier challenge (+24 damage) She swings her longsword at the great beast.

Holy Avenger attack: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (10) + 30 = 40
Holy Avenger damage: 1d8 + 10 + 24 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 24 = 40
Holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

Alara sighs, "Fine, jump the wall. I'm still gonna stop you. One way or another." She pulls out her bow and fires a single shot.

Longbow attack: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (13) + 23 = 36 Not sure about the range increment, less than 400ft. as we're still in the same sector. So no more than -4.
Longbow damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 magical, piercing damage
Holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

Apologies for the slight delay. Kaiju turns take a long time and I just had a kid. Stay tuned.

Quite all right. Newborns take a lot of attention. Don't sweat it. We'll be here when you're ready.

Just an FYI, I'm going to be traveling for the next two weeks. (Taking care of a family member after surgery.) So my posting schedule is going to be off. I'm expecting to have network most of the time.

Alara stares at the maddened beast. Since Arathadali delayed it, we seem to have taken very little damage, but it is focused on the city. We need to stop it before it gets there. I will have to thank Arathadali if we survive, her spells have been the most effective means to this point.

Alara gives a swift prayer to Dalenydra as the chill of the mist abates some and healing energy pours through her body. Swift lay on hands

Lay On Hands: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 6, 4, 1, 2, 6, 1, 6) = 38

With that done she leaps after the shambling glacier and lashes out with her blade.

Holy Avenger attack: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (6) + 30 = 36
Holy Avenger damage: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3 If it is Evil.

Yeah, I'll still activate Holy Fount, but use my action to get out of the mist. Following the Kaiju.

Holy Avenger AoO: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (18) + 30 = 48
Holy Avenger damage: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8 If it is Evil.

No, i should have waited. I forgot the initiative order.

Remove one stack from Glaciation.
Freezing mist: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 6, 3) = 14
Add one stack to Glaciation, still Staggered.

Alara offers a quick prayer. "Dalenydra protect us." Golden waves of healing energy ripple outward. All non-evil allies within 10 feet gain fast healing 10 for the next minute. (Free action to activate Holy Fount.) "Look upon Iomedae's light and despair!" A holy light shines from Alara's helm. Will Save DC 29 to avoid a -2 penalty to attack rolls, saving throws, and AC for the next day.

Alara gathers her energy and brandishes her breastplate and shield. "Iomedae bind you!" Massive chains of golden light ripple forth from the ground and whip around the beast. Casting Chains of Light, Reflex save DC 23 negates. She swoops down in front of the freezing wyrm. "The Final City lies in your path. We are its defenders. You shall not pass!"

Other than making sure that everyone is healed up as much as possible, I'm not sure there's much more to do with pre-combat buffs.

Alara nods to the scouts, "Thank you kind gentlemen for your efforts. May you be safe in your return journey." Turning to her fellow swordsmen, "Corso, Khar'Tenet, if you two stay within easy earshot (35 feet from me) I can help guide your blades for better efficiency." Not waiting for a response from her undead companion, she once again takes to the air, hovering above the kaiju's previous position.

If you stay within 35' you get +2 to hit and an extra 1d6 precision damage.

Just before the beast is supposed to return, she draws her sword and for a moment shimmers with magical energies. Swift action right before it appears to trigger resist energy (cold) 20 for one minute.

As the magical energies fade after shifting the kaiju into its own personal labyrinth Alara slowly, majestically, glides to the earth. "Is anyone injured?" She glances sideways at Khar'Tenet. "Anyone living that is."

"That is a useful enchantment Arathadali, It gives us much needed time to prepare. When it returns, I may be able to hold it. It depends how quick it is." Chains of Light Reflex DC 23

Yup, continuing to double move to close the gap.

Alara looks over at their clockwork companion. "Yes, there is not much that I can do from here. I must get closer to have any chance of stopping or slowing this thing. Does Sarge have any information about its capabilities? Have you heard anything else from Rank and Fyle?"

With the help of her jumpboots, Alara's wings carry her closer to the rampaging beast as fast as possible. As she flies prayers form in her thoughts. Iomedae let us meet this thing as far from the city as possible. And hold it there.

She keeps an eye on her teammates to make sure that those less altruistic are still with the fight.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

I was going to say that I would gladly take "L",but the point is moot now.

"It is time." Alara unfurls her wings and launches skyward. As she rises the buckler on her arm unfolds, first to a light shield, then to a large shield. "let us bring it to its knees!"

As the swordplay draws to a close, Alara prepares to see to Corso only to have their clockwork guide dispense aid. "Ah, that will work." She rolls up her scrip and slides it into a pack not much bigger than it.

Standing she replaces her helm. "We have no choice. This is our last bastion. We will stop them, we will slow them, and we will fell them. Or the united races will fall and civilization will end, and the Material Plane will belong to the kaiju." Somehow the musical quality of her voice is not dampened by her helm. "So we will find a way and succeed."

As her teammates trade blows Alara kneels. She sets her helm on the ground beside her foot and draws a leather scrip from her pack. She sets it down and unrolls it. Making sure that all her bandages and ointments are organized she remains kneeling, one hand on her healing kit, and looks back up to watch the fight. Dalenydra guide me. If Corso wins, how do I heal a lich?

The aasimar gives a bow to the elven mage when she steps forward. "Mistress of the arcane arts, you are welcome here."

Alara gratefully reaches out and clasps Corso's outstretched hand. "Well met, I thank you for your plea of moderation. I look forward to working with you."

She relenquishes his hand as the Khar'tenet offers his own greeting. For a moment she simply stares at his proffered hand, then a hesitant handshake follows. "I agree, so long as we maintain our common cause, I will not interfere with your efforts."[B] Her grip grows firm and her voice cold and hard as steel, [b]"But be aware, should your interests turn away from the monstrosities we face I will do everything within my power to stand between you and those in need."

Relief floods her face as the lich's attention is drawn away as the mismatched pair of goblinoids approach. When their introduction is complete a somewhat stunned expression passes over her face at Corso's ofder. She shakes her head and holds up a hand, "I will not face you. My place on the battlefield is not one primarily of wrath. I am first and foremost a healer. I fight only when those who cannot are threatened." Nonetheless she helps make a space for the two to spar.

A figure in brightly shining full plate steps gracefully forward. The armor seems to catch everybody of light that passes by it and reflect it back in a brighter sparkle. Massive feathered steel wings emerge from the figure's back. Their dark burnished sheen is in stark contrast to the shining coppery-gold armor that encases the rest of the figure. In the center of the breastplate is a symbol in polished silver and red, a bleeding bandaged fist clutching a longsword within a sun. This symbol is repeated upon the silver buckled on her wrist.

The armored figure reaches up and removes its helm. The face within is that of a young woman. Her fine features appear to have been forged from cold iron. Her shining silver hair is braided into a halo atop her head. Her sad eyes contain a silvery glow with a fierce defiance.

She places her helm at her hip above a simply decorated, but clearly fine sword that matches the tone of her skin and wings. "Alara Lightborn, chevalieresse of Dalenydra, holy blade of Iomedae, reporting for duty." Her silvery voice ringing clear in the busy yard, with just a touch of quiet brittleness in the morning air.

She stands at attention for just a moment before stepping back in line. Her gaze carefully avoiding Akoriya's quiver and the skeletal king to the best of her ability. With a momentary bowing of her head a faint whisper can just be heard, Sisters please forgive me for those who's company I must join, our shared adversaries must take precedence."

I have to admit that the idea that a kaiju (or us for that matter) could cross ~4000ft. (approximately 2/3 of a mile) in 30 seconds if unobstructed, is a bit extreme.

Ara, if you're willing and still have the cash, that Lyre of Building could be useful.

Other than that, I think I'm ready to go.

I have a lot of family obligations (plus I'm cooking) tomorrow. Family is in town through the weekend. I'm probably going to be posting less often for the next few days. But I intend to maintain at least one post per day.

It looks like Perform (strings) can be used untrained, if we can take 10 on that check I can make that DC.

Evacuation to another plane would take a long time. Unless you can somehow make a Gate permanent the best you're going to get is around 900 people per casting.
That doesn't really include equipment or belongings. Those would have to go on wagons at a slower pace.

So, I have breath of life three times a day as a Spell-Like ability.

As well as the ability to grant fast healing 10 for one minute to non-evil allies.

So Akoriya and Khar'tenet will probably need some supplemental healing supplies.