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Fort: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29

Gildais says nothing, as he's overcome with radiant fire.

With a few protections down, Gildais tries to impale the Tyrant on a polar ice ray!

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (3) + 27 = 30
SR: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33
Dmg: 17d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 6, 3, 4, 3, 1, 5, 2, 2, 6, 1, 2, 4, 6, 2, 4) = 58
Dex drain: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Gildais chatters his teeth as he sees yet more mythic power. He tries his best to dispel the protections on his former master, well aware that he's just a simple Winterwight, not Tar-Baphon, the master of necromancy and undeath.

Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24

Gildais tries to dispel again

Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

Reflex: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (20) + 23 = 43 Evasion

Gildais leaps to avoid the firestorm. While in the air, he tries to dispel the Tyrant's protections. "I, I have to try!"
Using greater dispel magic, targetted.

Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26
Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

Reflex: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (17) + 21 = 38 Evasion

Gildais easily dodges the rubble, but when looking straight into the face of his millennia-old master and nemesis, he balks.
"I-I I want to t-take you down... finally."

Gildais shoots out a ray of ice and frost, targeting the daemon.
SR if applies: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (13) + 27 = 40
Dmg: 17d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 5, 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 2, 3, 1, 4, 2, 5, 5, 6, 5) = 52
Dex dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 1
If target counts as flat footed, sneak attack: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 3) = 12
This is polar ray. There's no saving throw, but does have SR.

Gildais impatiently lingers around the sleeping creatures while Nosoi watches.

Gildais whispers "How much longer they gotta sleep? We've got a war to deal with. Can't they just... not sleep for a while?"
Nosoi replies "As I understand it, all mortals, except for elves, require sleep in order to function properly. The longer they are awake, the worse they feel. They must sleep and dream."
Gildais asks "Why do they need to dream?"
Nosoi replies "I believe they are engaging with Pharasma. It allows them to listen to her prophecies."
Gildais says "That's hogwash."
Nosoi asks "Do you remember your dreams from when you were mortal?"
Gildais answers "No. I don't remember much of anything from back then. My name, and how I let the Tyrant have his way with me. Only last night did I have my first dream."
Nosoi points out "You're undead. You can't dream."
Gildais refutes "I have a dream of doing some good before I die."
Nosoi says "That's... not what I meant by a dream. That is a goal, and a stupid one at that. No amount of good will redeem you in Pharasma's eyes. Your soul will roam the lands of the Horsemen, to be hunted and devoured over and over again. You cannot run from that fate."
Gildais says "That's fine. I know my place. I deserve all the punishment given to me. But it will be bittersweet, if I help destroy Tar-Baphon before then. Maybe in that desolate hellscape, I will eventually see him there. Then even the horsemen's realm will shake with joy. I will die, but I will drag him down with me."
Nosoi pauses, then says "The mortals are nearly done their sleep. Just... wait until then."

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Gildais says "We'll be dead, and the Tyrant will be dead. Maybe the armies will also be dead. I don't know. But you'll have some time before the Tyrant reforms and raises a new army. The shield will be destroyed permanently."

Gildais will attempt to dispel any retaliation from the tyrant

Dispel check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

"Would you mind if I wear that?" Gildais says, pointing to the helmet.

Gildais will teleport the party to the necrograft

Gildais creates a giant wall of ice, which separates his group from the main army.
This is intended to deny line of sight to the Tyrant.

I've got DR15, and fast healing 10, so I'm back to full hp

Gildais is unfazed by the troop of undead, and moves away from them before using another blast of cold.
Letting my aura deal dmg, then provoking an AoO, then moving back until out of reach, then casting cone of cold

Aura 10ft, dmg: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7
cone of cold dmg: 15d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 3, 4, 2, 5, 4, 5, 2, 4, 2, 3, 2, 2, 6) = 55
DC24 reflex. They don't get a save against the aura.
EDIT: Actually it's DC25 reflex

Gildais moves towards the mass of undead, leaving the nightwalker to Gabriella. He summons a cone of cold to freeze the troops into icicles.

DC24 reflex
Dmg: 15d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 4, 4, 2, 5, 1, 3, 4, 5, 3, 2, 6, 3, 3) = 55

Gildais moves to within 60ft to cast Cone of Cold on the Cairn King.
DC25 Reflex for half

Dmg: 15d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 6, 2, 6, 2, 5, 3, 3, 1, 5, 3, 3, 3, 2) = 48
SR if applies: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

"Heh, I don't die that easy. Not with your archer on our side. Just saying that my death won't be a loss, and I'm done running from it."

"Well, I'm ready to die whenever. Let's find the Cairn King, and dethrone it." Gildais hisses drily with icy breath.

Gildais takes the amulet and a cloak

Having the ability to dispel magic at will, Gildais casts repeatedly on the circle after teleporting through. Even a small inconvenient to the Tyrant would feel good.

"I don't know, Lyanthari might've been stupid, but the Tyrant is far from it." Gildais says
"I want to do things right, just for once."

After looting, Gildais follows Alessandra onto the circle.

Ice crystals form out of the moisture in the air, and flesh begins to harden. Gildais rips at the vampire with tooth and claw!
"If I can do just a little bit of good before the end, I will fight to the death!"
Anyone within 10ft of Gildais takes (14) cold damage. No save. Unfortuantely, I'm pretty sure that includes Amnayel.

Cold Dmg: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 10) = 14

Bite: 1d20 + 34 ⇒ (17) + 34 = 51
Dmg: 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (3, 2) + 16 = 21

Claw1: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (20) + 29 = 49
Dmg: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 5) + 8 = 14

Claw2: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (5) + 29 = 34
Dmg: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (3, 2) + 8 = 13
Sneak attack if stunned: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 1) = 10

Claw1 confirm: 1d20 + 29 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 29 + 4 = 53
Crit Dmg: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 4) + 8 = 17 +stunned for rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Rend if at least 1 claw hits: 2d8 + 24 ⇒ (6, 7) + 24 = 37

So that crit results in the stunned condition for 2 rounds, or staggered for 2 rounds if they make a DC28 Fort save

Gildais springs into melee and targets the vitals of a vampire with his own devastating bite. A wave of cold emanates from his icy, jagged teeth.

Bite: 1d20 + 34 ⇒ (11) + 34 = 45
Dmg: 8d8 + 16 ⇒ (8, 8, 4, 1, 5, 4, 1, 5) + 16 = 52
I'm using greater vital strike. I think the aura triggers at the start of my turn, and I don't get temp hp from blightfire because they can't take ability damage.

"I've noticed." Gildais exhales in a cold chill. "I... I don't either."

"I can't imagine her not double-crossing you." Gildais answers as he strings his bow.

"Well, now what do we do? Are we still challenging the... Tyrant?"

"Does the Tyrant mean nothing to him?" Gildais says. "You're his familiar, right? What's he doing?"