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Jen arrives in the sim room, sporting a new bandaged arm and a sparkly new belt. "Is it Lamashtu?" Jen smirks. "So how did it go, Reed?

Jen heads back to sleep, her body tired from repairing the damage that the simulated Balors caused. She starts to flail in her sleep.

"...demons...stun...balors...styx...chaos...too many balors..."

"You should try casting it outside next time or in an open space like the cafeteria. Then you can ride it around."

Bad advice kitty

He looks at his bandages and frowns.

"I'm not sure. I was casting a spell, then Iwoe up here. They say I almost died."

"I was disemboweled by two Balors. But really, the two situations are not so different. After all, yours was actually more deadly."

"What spell were you trying to cast?"

"Must be a strong cat to be in the sim rooms."

"Meow. I mean, what landed you here?" she says, trying to avoid her splitting headache.

Jen lies temporarily crippled in the infirmary. "I...should have foreseen that. Something to keep in mind for...later..."

*snore* zzz zzz zzz

the balors both go down. But one manages to hold it's weapons. (Do you take the other balor's long sword of it's whip?

make a fort save for every attack you succeed on (4)

Jen's swift attack wrenches the Balor's whip from its hands. "Like I said, Balors are the second best whip masters in the land."

Fort Save: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (3) + 27 = 30
Fort Save: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (8) + 27 = 35
Fort Save: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (15) + 27 = 42
Fort Save: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (18) + 27 = 45

Yeah, paladin adventure time!

Jen channels her energy into the whip as she flies; gray flames of positive energy dance along its length. The flames of battle burn in her eyes (nimbus). She attempts to topple one of the Balors.

Will Save: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (16) + 30 = 46
Will Save: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (11) + 30 = 41

"You. Me. The Dance Floor. Let's tango."

Jen leaps thirty feet into the air towards the Balors, icy whip flickering into and out of reality around her.

I need to head to bed. Thanks for the DMing-today was fun. I'll post tomorrow with something on the game thread with my action to indicate that I'm ready, and you can jump in any time you're ready. :D

Stealth: 1d20 + 40 ⇒ (2) + 40 = 42 (+20 from invis if they don't have a way to see invisibility)

Aww dang

they can't really even resist.

"They belong to our master. The damned souls. We take those that are meant to be in this plane. None other. Take others, we are punished."

After killing the majority of them, Jen goes invisible and heads back to cover. Stealthily, she follows the Dretches as they head back from the river to their master, to try and understand who is commanding them.

Jen transforms the fiery energy of her whip to ice and leaps out from being cover during her surprise round.

Initiative: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23

"Drop everything, those don't belong to you!"

She uses toppling strike against one of the dretches. If one trip succeeds, then get to trip another one. After the things in her immediate range (15 ft) are killed, she starts chasing after the ones nearest to the river to keep them from harvesting anymore.

as a paladin, your knowlage religion is probobly off the charts, so...

you come up to what appears to be the river Styx. The chaos cannot breach this place, ans it looks as if it doesn't change with the rest of the abyss.

Jen sneaks along the river bank, careful of the departed spirits in the river. She watches out for any demons lurking nearby that might be fishing for the spirits or strolling around, stalking them like a crouched tiger.

Stealth: 1d20 + 40 ⇒ (2) + 40 = 42 +20 from invisibility if they can't see through that
Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30

when i say maze, i mean caves that branch off in several directions. Sorry if i wasn't clear on that.

Jen runs quickly, always taking the left-most of the safe-looking routes to impose some order into this place.

your mind is instantly assaulted by the chaos of the plane in retaliation, and the chaos gets closer. You have very little time. But in that, you noticed that on the other side of this maze, there is a place with a minor semblance of law.

Jen leaps over the maze in a daring bound, striking the walls of the maze as she flies over them to build up speed, in a dramatic attempt to arrive in the safe zone before the world collapses around her.

It is probably a good idea that we did not go into the Abyss personally

Jen leaps swiftly towards the open landscape, fifty feet at a time. As she backflips and somersaults through the air, she takes brief glances at the scene of carnage behind her. She tries to focus on her inner calm and order, to see if she can try and stabilize the landscape with her thoughts.

Just need some stability, anywhere

When you step inside, you are greeted with a gaping cave mouth. Inside, the stone is rust red, and feels like actual rust. A misstep, or a fall, and you cut yourself up. It smells like flesh, burned, charred. The landscape is twisted, and seems to bend. Often, as you walk towards someplace, you find it farther then it was before, or walk right past it. The entire realm is hot, and demon corpses are randomly all over the place. You hear settro through the sim.

"This is a moderately stable zone. By moderate, i mean you have a chance to find a more stable one before this one is lost to the chaos. Good luck."

Jen draws her whip and uses it to hold on to terrain, just incase she mis-steps. She picks a lucky direction and starts leaping and bounding that way. Luckily, she is well-versed in the arts of fire and feels no ill-effect from the heat.

Jen heads to the simulation room and steps inside on Settro's instruction.

It moves the air less, so less vibrations are transferred into the ground.

I'm also pretty sure that regular cats can wear these boots too. :D

"Good. Pain is one path to Enlightenment. My schedule is free; are you up for it, Reed?"

Bring on the Balors!

"You're right, it's probably safer not to run right into the heart of the Abyss to fight an Abyssal monster. Still, all of your talk makes me curious. Could you boot up the Abyss in a sim? I think I'd like to look around."

"We can't die in the simulator, right?"

Pssht, dying is my middle name!

"14 years. I'm 16. Honestly, i just realized.... Why are you going there anyway?"

"Splendid, then you'll be able to recreate the experience in full detail on the simulator. It'll be great practice when we actually go to the Abyss."

"If life has taught me anything, it's that we should always trust in our visions."

I made a mistake. Tanuki are medium size that can turn into raccoons. Maybe I could go with a Kitsune type transform with both and a hybrid? I can just picture a half raccoon dude slashing a training dummy in half with a large-size buster sword.

XD

You could also play an actual Raccoon. :D

Replicate every form of combat, even the Balor's Aura of Fear...

"Well, it seems that you're the expert here, Settro. How long have you spent in the Abyss?"

"Fire, defiantly. Acid, probobly."
meant balor, not pit fiend.

"Ah, the Balor. The second greatest creature to ever use the whip in the land." She flourishes her whip. "Is there any way that we can practice fighting one of these creatures before we actually head to the abyss and fight potentially legions of them?"

Jen enjoys the ear scratch. "Not every problem can be solved this way, but most of them can."

"If we are planning to head to abyss, shouldn't we prepare? Maybe you know more about it, Settro?"

Ninja Advanced Acrobatics PE for Felines and Other Cat-Like Creatures

"No, at least not for blood. Perhaps for sport, if he was interested, but I think I would not have lasted long against a demigod. Although, if he were truly evil, I would be bound by my code to attempt to vanquish him regardless."

"If you're a demigod, then what do you have to learn at Avalon Academy?

"The gods of good are to decide." Jen turns to Settro. "I am not speaking about your current state of morality. I have heard of many stories of angels falling to darkness, to great ruin of us all. I have also heard of a few stories of demons that have redeemed themselves to such a degree, that they become one with the celestial realms.

I believe the moral of the story is that you CAN change your form. You aren't stuck as a demon forever, if you choose to redeem."

"Maybe you are more complicated than you first appear, demon spawn," says Jen warily, still puzzling over whether the "good" could be the illusion. "We will not fight today." She sheathes her whip.

"Have you tried to truly redeem yourself?"

Jen pings Kiara with detect evil. "But my magic tells me that he is evil."

Edit: Jen pings Settro with detect good.

Only a few months since I had to take a break from Pathfinder and the psionic handbook is doubled.

"Are you not a spawn of Lamashtu, defiler of the pure and corrupter of the innocent? Does your aura not reek with the stench of evil?" She turns to Kiara. "I do not understand."

"You're a spawn of Lamashtu?!" Jen detects evil and feels the overwhelming presence. "What is this?" She draws her whip into a ready stance.

"Your mistake, Settro, is that you believe power comes from the body. But in reality, power comes from the mind."

"I can't shake the feeling that meeting the destroyer is exactly what he wants to do."

Jen whispers to Kiara. "Are you sure it's wise to bring along some sort of demon into the abyss?"

What does Settro look like?

Jen's sensitive nose wrinkles at the terrible smell. "Who forgot to come back for their stash of dead rats?"

Jen smiles and rolls over playfully. Then she turns and looks seriously at Reed. "Are we actually walking to the Professor's office? It seems to be like we've been walking in circles."

Jen tries to find the kind words to reject Kiara's offer, but she can't find it in the vocabulary that she's learned in the lunch room. She stumbles through the language of common that existed when the feline gods roamed the land.

"Uh, 'tis not a mark against thy name, fair maiden, nor 'tis not slander 'gainst thine shoulder, that I...uh...rest not thither, but rather hither. No cat, unless bewitched, canst choose one of tall stature, when given choice betwixt man and his fellow feline."

"Alright, let's not get distracted," she says, completely distracted. "We need to find this professor! Reed, lead on!"

Jen sits on the tiger as they walk, so Kiara can continue to scratch. The sharp scratching from Kiara's claws feels great, as Jen's skin has essentially been burned to numbness on her many adventures.

Relevant Link for Tybalt: http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/fools/20030401c

Jen leans in a bit towards Kiara, ears out.

Handle Humanoid: Scratch my Ears: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (3) + 29 = 32

"Well great, we need someone like that. Would you like to come with us?"

"Well, we're going on a wonderful quest!" She balances on her hind legs and stretches her front legs up, up, and up as she says "wonderful". "I think my minotaur friend Reed here knows more about it. Why don't you explain it?"

Logically we have to meet sometime. :D

"Really sorry, here's your book back. Hey! Can you teleport people around and stuff?!"

"Meow Meow Meow"

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