The elves of Kyonin are cowards at heart. They left when the world was in danger, and will do so again. Cheliax won't intervene formally unless there's something in it for them. The Whispering Tyrant is of little threat, being sealed away. If released, he would probably see opportunity in joining the invaders, or using the tear in reality as a source of power. After Being sealed away I'm sure his batteries need charging.
And Runelords... pfft, what are sleeping tyrants to an army of the Abyss? But, perhaps the heroes who founded a nation in the River Kingdoms may be of some use. Though who knows how many in there nation are already cultists. The promise of power, wealth, consorts could turn trusted friends against them.
No very few things could stand in the way of this.
Dice god, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we crit or fumble. Why we rolled, or why we died. All that matters is that we stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you... so grant me one request. Grant me a roll above 10! And if you do not listen, then to HELL with you!
"Whatever we choose to do, lets be quick. I can feel taint nearby and where there's taint spellscarred or plagued may be" Brujo face turns serious as the his body feels, and calls out to the taint beyond.
"Well if I'm go down..." Brujo smirks and dashes at the skintaker, leaving himself open to attack
Move to A9; Avalanche Strike 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12; Damage 3d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 3, 1) + 6 = 17 cold; Effect: Until the start of next turn, any attacker gains
a +4 bonus to attack rolls against you.
"Geez you're annoying. Can't ya just die..." Aden raises an eyebrow "um re-die so we can go on"
"Well either way I'm gonna need ya to hold still for this" Aden draws his father's weappon. The crackle of electricity and the smell of ozone fills the air. "I'm not to good with this on yet and it would help me alot if ya just stood there"
Lingering Lighting 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 vs Reflex; Damage 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 4 = 12 lightning, and ongoing 5 lightning damage (save
ends); Miss: Half damage, and no ongoing damage.
"Cute trick, but I've seen better." The air around Brujo begins to disrupt. What looks to be sharp spikes form around him.
"Tell me how you like this"
Spikes of Agony on ST1 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31; Damage (CRIT!!) 2d8+6=22 force plus 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6= 28 damage, and ST1 is dazed until the end of next turn.
"Guess I better work on thinning out the rest of'em" Brujo's form flashes and reappears at the head of the things.
Fey Step to C6
Twirling Harrakk's dagger in his hand he grins at the approaching enemies, "Nothing personal just want to finish this quick"
"I defy all laws and transcend reason. I call on the power of destruction... " The dagger flies at the horde and erupts into a jet of blue-green flames.
Incendiary Sword (orgin square B3) on CC, Z1, Z10 and Z3 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27, 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24, 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13, 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15 vs. Will; Damage 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 1) + 6 = 13 fire damage, and the targets takes 7 fire damage if they make attacks that don't include brujo on their turn; Effect: Your weapon reforms in your hand.
Brujo steps back from the flames as the dagger reforms in his hand
Watching as the others make their way to the building and begin their investigation.
"Maybe it's everything we've been through lately. Maybe even something else, but our new comrades seem way to eager to get themselves into trouble." he smiles at Perigia as he walks after the others to keep an eye on them.
"Gah!" Brujo screams as the blast rattles him to his core.
Currently at 28hp, bloodied
Brujo spits a glob of blood from his mouth "Doesn't matter how bad I'm beaten I can finish this one". Brujo swings the tiny blade letting out an arc of blue warping flame at the bug.
Changing Ray on B1 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 vs Will; Damage 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 cold/force, and is dazed until the end of next turn.
"Gotcha!" Brujo smiles at the surrounding duo. He fades away reappearing, still prone some ways away.
Fey Step to M7
"I defy all laws and transcend reason. I call on the power of destruction... Incendiary!" He flings his small balde between the pair engulfing them in bluish-green flame
Incendiary Sword on B1 and D4, originating at p10, 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 vs Will, 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 vs Will; Damage 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11 fire damage, and B1 and D4 take 7 fire damage if they make an attack that does not include Brujo next turn.
The still sizzling blade reforms in the moonelf's hand. Not seeming to harm him.
A smile creeps of the moon elf's face remembering timespent talking with Harrak. "I'll try to use it well" he says under his breath"
Stretching and laying his sword to the side, he takes the dagger in his hand and begins practicing his movements. The small piece of metal makes his quick strikes, quicker. Though less powerful the speed was a welcome change.
After taking time to learn the weapon Brujo rest in the shadow of the monastery. Tired not only from the constant training, but the fight drained energy from him that would take time to replace.
Brujo walks the monastery grounds trying to center himself. The disease may have finally passed but his inner self was, will always be there and he could still feel him at the edge of his mind.
Finding a quiet corner he takes out the dagger given to him by Harrak. He closes his eyes and tries to rest.