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Perception: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (19) + 24 = 43
Breath weapon: Fire: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5) = 19
Breath weapon: Acid: 6d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 3, 1, 6, 5) = 24

The shadow dragon exhales and vile jet of scaldingly hot acidic gasses streams from toothy maw! The cloud of gas envelops three of heroes and despite their protections they feel it burn and dissolve their skin and hair. Somewhere in the cloud screams are heard.

Shikyo Reflex DC 22: 1d20 + 11 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 3 + 2 = 22 ---> PASS 2 ACID DMG, absorbed by potion
Lilly Reflex DC 22: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 3 + 2 = 28 ---> PASS 2 DMG
Pratavh Reflex DC 22: 1d20 + 7 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 3 + 2 = 14 ---> FAIL 9+14 = 23 DMG
Each of you have 10 acid and fire resist which is just as well!

Ikrimah
Alwyn <----- WE ARE HERE
Pratavh
Bvar
Lilly
Shikyomaru

Everyone is up.

A deep chuckle resonates throughout the arena, "Very good! You have fought well, but I'm afraid it's time for you to die."

Suddenly there is a huge pressure differential and you feel a massive intake of breath. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle and your heart skips a beat, for in front of you stands a true monster towering over you.

You have one round, prepare yourselves. Oh and make a DC 19 will save please, all of you.

"Ohh she never saw that one coming!", laughs Ikrimah, who seems to be thoroughly enjoying the show.

From somewhere in the room an eloquent sigh follows, "You are allowed to kill them first Sulukta..."

Lilly and Shikyo's swords pierce the floating Ikrimah multiple times, but it was like hitting thin air! An enigmatic and gravelly deep chuckle emanates from somewhere in the room, "He ahaha eehhe ah oh that's a good one! You thought it was me. All in good time, Master Kuro and Miss Hennett! All in good time! Sulukta drag them to the altar."

I'm supposed to allow you will saves to disbelieve the illusion now you interacted with it. Not going to bother you *know* it's an illusion.

A deranged staccato laugh rings out. A smirking Ikrimah remarks with a deep granite voice, "This should be entertaining. Will she manage to drag one of you to the altar before you cut her down? HAhhahhahHA! It shall be glorious either way!"

Any minute duration buffs will be still up.

Thump! Scrape! Thump! Scrape! The multi armed statue drags the huge stone altar into the room. The moment it crosses the threshold, something weird happens. Miniature black and green lightnings start to crawl all over the alter and it begins to levitate. From no obvious source a disturbing and discordant chant arises. The words are in no language you've ever heard of, but somehow you know they are praising Dhalevi.

The statue guides the now floating alter into the very center of the room and stops. She turns to face you and stares in your direction, weapons at the ready. The altar itself has taken on a translucent jade like appearance, veined with pulsing darkness.

Behind her in the lotus position, glides a most peculiar looking man. He has a purple coat and leggings, sinuous bluish hair and an intricately tattooed face. When he speaks his voice is far deeper than you would have thought possible, "Bring them to the altar Sulukta, then we may begin. In pieces or otherwise, it matters not." Everything about him exudes menace, and when he looks in your direction, he seems to see right through you.

The statue stares hard at you and the cadence of the chant increases. You can't help but notice how beautiful the play of light and shadow surrounding the altar is. You wonder what it would be like to pass your hand through the shadows and touch it, how the stone would feel under your fingers. Would it be cold or would it be warm, like the body of a lover? You feel how right it would be to prostrate yourself in her presence, and lie down on the altar...

Everyone make a DC 18 will save, or you find yourself drawn towards the altar. Good RP gets a bonus at my discretion.