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Trying not to laugh with a mixture of relief at the downfall of the Winter Witch and the surprising survival of the troll, Alasandro attempts to put an end to it. Flames crackle from his rod and the troll's bisected parts char and melt away.
"My friends, it's over."
Dropping to the ground, Alasandro gasps slightly at the abrupt change and tries to finish the last troll before it can spoil the party. His effort is a feeble one, unsurprisingly considering the recent events, perhaps.
Leaving his oldest and dearest friends to deal with Koliada, Alasandro takes pity on the remaining trolls. "I'll just put them out of their misery. It was funny the first few times - not so much now. And Tavar needs to keep his mind on other matters."
Teleporting closer, Alasandro looks at Lav. "Quickly, the Sun's Sliver!"
Flying deliberately into Koliada's aura, Alasandro embraces the cold to inflict further fire damage on T2.
Hoping to take advantage of Koliada's weakness, the warlock calls on his powers and hurls one of his most potent attacks at the Winter Witch. "Death seeks you out, archfey. Your seconds are numbered..." Slow coils of necrotic energy seep up from the ground and wind themselves around Koliada, sucking greedily at her life force. "Always seems like a cruel power to me, but in this case I'm prepared to make an exception," he comments quietly.
Alasandro slams eldritch fire into the oncoming troll, bloodying it once more and preventing it from regenerating.
"Come back my lady, one would think you were trying to avoid us." Alasandro grins as eldrtich power wraps itself around the Winter Witch, lifting Koliada off her feet and returning her to the ice shelf and his waiting companions.
Alasandro flies closer and levels another burst of eldritch energy at the witch, swearing quietly as the archfey ducks aside.
Alasandro flies carefully outside Koliada's aura and puts a swift end to the ghaele's participation in the battle. "They're snooty bastards, these ghaeles. Always were, always will be," he remarks dispassionately.
"Always full of surprises, Lav." Alasandro waves a paint-stained hand at his friend as he feels his powers returning to him.
"Enough. Look into your own shadows, witch."
Alasandro takes to the air again and aims a blast of eldritch energy at the bloodied ghaele and obliterates it. "Never did like them, even back in the old days," he comments as ice continues to eat into him. As the ghaele falls, he casually teleports and curses the last troll. "Just in case the damn thing eventually dies..."
Taking advantage of Lurean's help, Alasandro bombards Koliada with Eldritch energy even as his bones continue to chill.
Alasandro breaks free from Koliada's aura and risks invoking his fey masters to thwart the archfey.
Flapping frantically, Alasandro can't quite get out of range of Koliada, but does his best to make sure that any attack that hits her does more than usual damage.
Flying closer to the Ghaele, Alasandro curses a nearby troll and the eladrin and fires a blast of eldritch energy towards the icy fey. As the blast hits, he drags the unwilling ghaele towards Theren's waiting arms. "All yours, Theren."
Alasandro looks at Lav. "I liked flying. It suits me." Fitting the deed to the words, leathery wings sprout from his shoulders and he flies over the treacherous waters, cursing T1 on the way.
Alasandro smiles and raises his arms, calling down the wrath of his masters on his cursed foes. Deadening energy dries branches and strips leaves from the creatures. The drowning treant is nearly dead from the looks of things.
Cursing T3, Alasandro flies out over the water, humming a little tune as he sends a wave of dark transporting energy towards the bloodied treant. There is a rapid inrushing of air and the treant is plunged into the lake, to be replaced instantaneously by the much more welcome form of the warlock. "Let's see if it can swim."
Still aloft, Alasandro attempts to finish T1 and fails.
Flying over the lake, Alasandro sizes up the bloodied treant and tries to add to the damage, hoping to bring the creature down hard and fast, but contenting himself for now with simple blasting.
Flying confidently, Alasandro heads over the lake and curses T2 before trying to find a way past T1's mighty defences.
"Better."
Alasandro glides back out of the treant's aura and sizes up the situation. "Lav, how long can you keep this going? Long enough for me to fly over the lake do you think?" he asks absently, before firing a bolt of eldritch power at the fey tree. He looks at little concerned as the attack, like all the others before it, misses. "This could take a while..."
Alasandro tries to take advantage of his early chance to attack and flubs horribly.
"Your thousand lifetimes have endowed you with a lot of extremely useful knowledge, Lav." Alasandro sets one of his bottles of wine to chill in the snow and heads into the lavish accommodations.
Alasandro contents himself with firing a basic bolt of eldritch energy at the dragon and maintains his lovingly created amphibian trap.
Alasandro carefully lures the frogs back towards I4, letting the amphibians do their work while he concentrates on the dragon.
Feeling attuned to his powers for once, Alasandro lets fly with a series of mercifully unintelligble words which wrack the bodies of his cursed foes. The dragon and one of the icelings howl as the brutal effects hit.
Cursegrind v T1, I4, I1 (fort) (1d20+23=25, 1d20+23=30, 1d20+23=37).
Plague of Frogs (Fort) v Kurikveareri an I4 (1d20+24=37, 1d20+24=33)
With another small gesture, and a quirk of his eyebrows, Alasandro conjures a zone of carnivorous frogs to harry the party's foes.
Shifting in front of Lavender and cursing I4 and T2, Alasandro ignores his wounds and calls on the powers of his far realm masters to let him swap places with Colzath. His masters answer in superb style and the icemage falls dead to the ground even as the warlock himself disappears to the far end of the battlefield. Colzath's abrupt demise allows him to get fully clear of the devastating aura and he shakes off the poison damage and waves cheerfully to Lav. "Wonderful view from here dear chap. You should try it." Save v ongoing poison (1d20+1=18).
Smiling benignly at the icy fey in front of him, Alasandro moves away, deftly avoiding the clawing attack.
He drops curses on I1 and Colzath before taking a long look at the battlefield. Finally, he comes to a decision and with the air of one clearing the ground for convenience, sends an eldritch blast into the stricken T3. Eldritch Blast v Troll 3 (Ref) (1d20+23=40, 2d10+10=22, 3d8=11) There is a solid thud as the creature hits the ground and Alasandro disappears from view, reappearing again close to Lavender. "Invigorating."
Alasandro smiles gently and drops curses on T1 and T3. Moving swiftly to the edge of the chasm, he sends eldritch power streaking into the nearest troll. Shaking himself like a dog, he steams as the cold damage leaves him. Eldritch Blast (ref) v T3 (1d20+23=39, 2d10+10=29, 3d8=9).
I can perform the Shadow walk ritual it won't get us there instantly but it will allow us to travel 5 times faster. Also the Phantom Steed ritual can provide us with mounts that can ignore rough terrain or even fly. Using both we could reach our destination in one or two days.
Exchanging a few quiet words (and a small diamond) with Valthrun, Alasandro picks up a scroll. "Fey portal. We'll need this."
"Sleep if you must. I'm sorry to hear about Lam, but he's always been cautious of his mortal soul - it goes with his trade. Do you still remember that ritual you once had that let us endure heat and cold?"
"The Scourge Mountains to be precise. We're looking for the delightfully named Crone's Finger. That's where the fey portal to Winter's Heart is. Only accessible in times of deepest cold, which would be why I've never found it before. I'm sure it will be guarded - from the little I could discover about Koliada that you don't already know, she has a penchant for icy creatures." Pacing happily around the room and fiddling constantly with the items he finds on Valthrun's tables, Alasandro sounds more as though he's planning a jolly picnic than the end of an earth-threatening evil.
"Yes, yes, Valthrun. I know about fey portals. We can manage that part easily enough. It's getting to the mountains in time that worries me." The nonedescript figure pacing the room looks up in delight at your entry. "Welcome back. Let's go. We have mountains to climb and portals to open. I'm bringing my sketch pad. The light should be astonishing. What did you do with Lam? Not badly injured?"
A happy smile crosses Alasandro's face "Time we brought an end to the unendable I think, gentlemen." A casual gesture and the skull evaporates as a burst of eldritch power hits it hard. The warlock vanishes from sight and reappears slightly nearer the Glabrezu. "You next, little demon. Time to go home." This time his aim fails him. He shrugs with resignation. "It couldn't last." EB (Ref) v flameskull (1d20+23=42, 2d10+10=21, 3d8+8=17)
EB v Glab (ref) (1d20+23=24, 2d10+10=23, 3d8+8=19) Alasandro's run of ineptitude continues as he fails to hit the Glabrezu.
EB v Glab (ref) (1d20+23=33, 2d10+10=18, 3d8=20) More irritated cursing fills the air as Alasandro once more fails to hit his target. "How the devil am I missing this thing? It's bigger than some huts I've lived in ..." he mutters to nobody in particular.
Irritably, Alasandro at last remembers a spell likely to hurt their foes and gestures at the Glabrezu. "Time to see the dark side ..." he mutters, pulling piece of chilling dark from somewhere inexplicable and nodding with satisfaction as it wraps itself around the Glabrezu, slowing and restricting its movements. Dark Side of the Moon (Will) v Glabrezu (1d20+25=39, 4d10+10=36, 5d8=26, +8=).
Hellish Rebuke v Marilith (Ref) (1d20+25=32, 2d6+10=17, 3d8+8=15) Alasandro curses fluently in elven as his attempt to fight hellfire with hellfire does nothing at all. "I am very out of practice," he comments more calmly.
Eldritch Blast v Marilith (Ref) (1d20+23=24, 2d10+10=27, 3d8=18). Alasandro raises his eyes to heaven as his eldritch blast bounces of everything but the intended target. "I must be more out of practice than I thought."
Saved from the fire by Lavender, Alasandro tuts in exasperation at the demons blocking his path. He irritably hurls an eldritch blast at the Glabrezu, but look unsurprised when it misses and moves over the rubble to try and target the flameskull.
"Mistake." Alasandro gestures slightly and curses the Flameskull. "Got them all now," he adds with satisfaction as the flames mask his line of sight.
"Oh excellent work!"
Smiling at the prospect of joining in another battle with his old comrades, Alasandro strides to a position alongside Lam. "Now we shall see if the old skill remains ..." He gently raises paint-stained fingers at the Marilith and the Glabrezu, invoking his Hexer's wrath on them both. He then exhales softly. "The strands of fate will doom you, demon spawn."
Alasandro's pace quickens.
A slight shimmer in the air is the only announcement of Alasandro's arrival as the warlock reappears among you. Surveying the landscape, he looks quizzically at his friends. "How nice to know none of you have lost your touch." He rides closer and dismounts, tethering Phyllis to a boulder. "Not an unprofitable visit to my old home. The Winter Court is on the move and the Prince of Frost is taking an uncommon interest in the workings of this plane. Nothing very definite, but there are rumours his sister-lover has gained some inappropriate allies. Orcus, to be precise. Any confirmation of that?"
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