Laree An's page

Thank you so much for running this game, GM Neirikr. It was fantastic seeing our characters. Some of these builds were just really cool. I loved how the personalities interacted and how detestable the hellish location was. Very fun! I greatly enjoyed our endings as well. For the sake of my opinion on my character's future dealings, once the school has shown improvement and many of these villains are brought to light, even Laree may consent to go back and finish her schooling there under Vost. Perhaps, also to be close to Maganrad for reasons...

Wish you all the best on the boards.

With Toff in the hands of her allies, and this turning into more of a debate, she worries that the subject will either turn violent among many top wizards, causing mass destruction to all around, or will end in a way befitting people of reason. In any case, she doesn't need her brother to be there. She will quietly approach Viridel and Maganrad, stating:

"I don't care about who did what in the past. While it is important, someone in this time, in this place, cast a spell that brought us to that place, on purpose. If it were in my hands, I would bring inquisitors in and put you all under questioning. Just know now, you have an enemy in your midst. Politically, I don't care who is in charge. I came to rescue my brother, who in my heart I knew to still be alive. And here he is. Despite winning the Breaching Festival, I am not staying here. I am taking him home, as he well deserves. I have to work to undo whatever that traitorous person did to him. But I don't buy for a second that there is no one here alive who is responsible. I say the sooner inquisitors dig the truth among you forcefully, the better."

With that said, she will turn to Maganrad and hold out her hand to his briefly. After the short display of affection, she will ask for her brother's spellbook and then will take him to her father, who is likely in the crowd now tending to the wounded or at home, fearing the loss of another child.

I can't see her lingering, so I guess I'm stepping back here.

None from me, except to say:

"WAIT!" she directs to the Headmaster. Hopefully someone can stop him, but regardless if he disappears or not, she then points her finger at Vost. "You are to be just as potentially guilty as the headmaster. In fact more so," she explains with raised voice toward Vost, hoping to bring to a stop the fear in Toff that makes him wish to flee. "You are the Dean of Conjuration, aren't you? And it is your responsibility to ensure that the students and challengers face the school of conjuration when designing and setting up traps for us. Did you cast any spells in the Hall of Summoning? Is not the very spell that would carry us to such a tormented place a conjuration spell of exceeding difficulty? When I lay blame on the headmaster, I see the horror in his eyes that he would be responsible for something like this. Fright is there, yes, but more like a cornered animal. I believe he is at fault for suspecting something and turning a blind eye, and for that alone I blame him, but I do not believe he is the one responsible for all of this. I wish to hear all of your testimony," she now directs her speech to the other school senior staff who helped set up the Hall of Summoning. "Did she or the headmaster cast any spells upon the door to the Hall of Summoning in preparation for this event? It is by touching that door, we were brought to that hellish plane."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 3 + 5 = 26

"It's very simple, headmaster! We few here banded together and went in your Hall's doors, to the very Hall of Summoning there. Where we were immediately summoned into a hellish realm instead of into your hall to face challenges. I suspect this has happened every year, and those who likewise prepare the Hall of Summoning for this event can perhaps serve as witnesses to those who may have had the means and opportunity to set up a portal for such dastardly ends."

"This devilish realm, of which you yourself likely suspected existed, forced us to face devils seeking to steal our souls; as they had done for a long time via this contest feeding them!"

Then, gesturing to each of the party, she calls out:

"Do not dare to put this blame on us, as he is a headman, he is a school wizard if impeccable reputation, I am an alchemist, and he is a paladin. None of us likely would have the competence to summon a horde of devils, nor set them loose from some hellish realm without a great amount of preparation in your hall. So this cannot be our doing, since in the witness of all who are in this city, we were forbidden access to the Hall before the match! Everyone here knows that! We also just laid our lives down to save everyone!"

There was a reason that he gathered them together to fight this as one unit. His surprise also shows he is not responsible for this in its entirety, but he does know something about it.

"We overcame those obstacles in that hellish realm and killed Chyvvom, who held the keys to that realm's portals. Upon his death, this portal opened and the host of devils came forth, as well as presented an opportunity for our own escape, but that is not on our heads. Who put that realm there? Who connected it to this tournament!? Who fed it year after year after year! Not US! Tell me the truth! Did you know it was there!? Did you knowingly send my brother to that place!?"

Perception: 1d20 + 25 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 25 + 3 + 5 = 52
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 3 + 5 = 32

"No! We will not be silent. Nor are we here to supplant you. While that may be your subordinates' desires, it is not ours. You didn't intend for this to happen, but it has. We wish for the truth! The whole truth! Everything you know, and it should be clear to all people both common and not here what has been going on in this city and with this school for many years. You tell them or we will! You owe my brother that much, of whom I rescued from utter torment!" she screams in anger as he cowers next to Elann, pawing at her robes in fear of the possibility of any lingering devils flying about. With bravery, Laree steps out in front and in front of any sight of her brother so that Toff must focus on her. If he is going to destroy anyone, she hopes it is her. Through her veil, there is a stern look upon her face and it can be seen in her eyes.

Laree is mostly spent. Her bombs are significantly reduced in number and her supplies that can affect devil-kin have dwindled. Still, she makes a number of key saves in the ongoing fight. Celestial armor makes her a beacon for many groups of unholy invaders. She takes to the sky, swirling with fantastic speed as the hordes follow after. Then, with true style and precision, her bombs dash into the swarms and abate their advance on the queen. Her actions also grant the students of Acadamae precious moments to erect up protection for the civilians. As her bombs finally run dry, she returns to the flying shield and axe of her warrior companions, drawing in the hordes to their throws.

I'm out of everything that would affect devils. Bombs are spent. I have nothing left as a character to face anything else with acid/fire resistance.

In an attempt to shake the grand mage from his stunning looks, she calls out, "Toff Ornelos! Do you intend to stand idly by while the hordes of Belzeragna and the corrupted souls of students within unleash havoc on your own? Can you not recognize the Dwimmerlaik's workmanship? Fight!"

I am all in favor of pressing onward. The suspense is killing me as to what happens.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 21 - 4 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 21 - 4 + 5 + 3 = 35
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 - 4 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 4 + 5 + 3 = 29

"The portal there may be our only way out! It is unstable, but we need to risk it. We will die if we stay here. Get through it!"

Without hesitation, Laree flies down to the ground and pulls out her iron spike of safe passage, as well as a hammer. As the spike is driven into the ground, she produces an illusion of a rock. It takes the form of this and is quite convincing. A moment later, the alchemist dumps her sunderblock on the spike itself through the illusion, as well as detaches her fortifying stone from her armor, and places it on the metal. She seeks to increase its hardness significantly. Lastly, she will fly upward and pull out and toss her impact foam upon the spike itself--giving it a protective barrier from impact forces (not quite its design but it may function the same).

If asked why she is doing this, she points out: "More powerful mages can scry out which plane of existence this all will shunt to with a discerning location spell. If I have secured this enough, perhaps by using it as a focus, we will know. Then, we can put any survivors of this collapse to bed forever and another demiplane will never spring up again."

Once this is done, she will look at the portal and the swirling entities around it. She wishes to make sure Maganrad, her brother, Viridel, and Elann all have entered. After everyone else is through, she herself leaps inside.

Well hopefully we don't have to calculate anymore because we killed him lol

You can put it in a bag of holding or similar device and it will be out of the realm, however, I would just ignore it for now and finish him. Then we can completely destroy the staff when we are done.

Laree takes to the sky at seeing their offensive host recoil from the hits. His bones crushed, his body leaking fluid she knows not what, and his actions becoming viler, are all signs he is nearing the end.

From the smoke, a golden-armored Laree takes to the sky. One could say she bears armor of the heavens.

Fly: 1d20 + 6 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 3 - 2 = 20

As she does, she uses her momentum and flings her flask right into Chyvvom.
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 15 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 15 + 3 - 2 = 36
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (5, 5) + 13 = 23 Acid/Electricity hybrid.

Confirm Critical vs Touch AC: 1d20 + 15 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 3 - 2 = 22
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (2, 6) + 13 = 21

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Elann, while intelligent, cannot conceptualize what to do at this moment as her mind has no obvious answer. She, therefore, resorts to a neutral state. Without direction, she stands in the smoke, coughing and peering out occasionally to see if those around Chyvvom have been slashed by his contracts.

"Elann, to me!" she asks of her simulacrum.

As Elann moves over to Laree, her master commands further:

"Pull a smokestick out of my pack."

Without hesitation, Elann begins doing so. It is at this moment that Laree pipes up in mockery to the devil lord.

"It appears you ran for your life and left something behind, or great Chyvvom. Your Erinys, had they still been alive, would have had the pleasure of that memory at least!" She smirks as she reaches out and ignites the smokestick in Elann's hands. The fuming cloud surrounds her and her assistant. Laree then activates her celestial armor, giving her the ability to fly. It cannot be seen in the cloud, but her clothing now bears a brilliance of the heavens.

Elann, move action to Laree's side. Move action to pull out a smokestick.
Laree, move action activating armor. Standard Action activating Smokestick.

I was thinking of maybe having Bayard smack the staff into the portal? Then it would be in the other room. And if Chyvvom goes after it, he'll also have to deal with a magical circle (if it wasn't him who made it, which it probably was). Then Bayard could go for his axe. The rest of the group could come out of the hallway, close the doors, and thus make the staff lose line of sight (if it is intelligent).

Well here's to hoping he dies and all you have to do is read a single post before the end.

With the Erinys dead, Elann rushes closer to her master. There is no emotion on her face of fear, worry, or anger as might be on Laree's face as seeing her "sister" assaulted.

The Simulacrum moves into the smoke and begins coughing and asks, "Are you still in here? Safe?"

Able to see clearly, Laree sees the approach of her simulacrum and nods, despite it not being seen.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks to Grymwold's trusty arm and throwing of that shield. Good job, Elann. He has his axe back. That devil's scream was terrifying though, wasn't it?" The simulacrum doesn't really answer.

Bayard has returned with his axe, and Laree smiles at the sight.

"Now get him!" the alchemist thinks to herself and cheers him on with a brief clapping.

When he becomes grappled again, she calls out, "Move away from the portal!" She can only hope that he can drag Chyvvom away. To Grymwold, she calls out, "Can you knock Chyvvom away from the portal with your shield?"

Heal: 1d20 + 18 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 18 - 2 = 28 *-2 shaken Rough HP estimate of Chyvvom? How close to death?

"Stay here," she commands her simulacrum.

Laree then moves out of the safety of the smoke. At first, the swift pitter-patter of sandals can be heard, and then the alchemist emerges and hastily runs over to the side everyone is fighting on with light swirls of smoke dancing after her from the cloud. She then will dig through her pouch for a flask to use against the devil.

Elann has moved to the smoke and is staying inside.
Laree used a move action to move near Grymwold. She pulled out a hybridized flask.

@DM: Sorry. I have been playing 5e lately with some friends and haste (I believe) grants an extra action, so that's where that probably came from, or from playing in a mythic campaign where you do get an extra action. Yes, you are correct, she would not wish to attack in light of this new information and I'm glad he missed! :)

Wow, don't know how I missed that WHOLE paragraph of the Erinys' fear spell. I'm sorry...I would have gladly rolled. I believe I read the description of her actions in the space above, but not the summary of what it meant by her screaming. I thought she was just mad and charging across the battlefield lol. Silly devils.

@Anethra: You readied an action for a heal spell. Will she use it though? Just so I know whether I need to heal Bayard or not.

Upon seeing that Bayard is restrained until cast into the portal, Elann prepares some firebombs and toss one of them at Chyvvom, but more specifically at the contracts he holds so dear. Ths isn't an act of intelligence on her part to consider how it would affect his present state of contractual matters, but rather to negate that which would likely restrain her within moments. While it is clear that the fire won't harm him due to his planar origin and race, the paper is likely highly flammable and will likely burn away with the explosive, licking flames.

Ranged Touch vs Chyvvom's Paper Contracts: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4, 2) + 4 = 13 Even if she must target Chyvvom, go ahead and negate his fire immunity (if he has it), but 4 damage will be dealt to 5ft radius square (hopefully his contracts).

Laree can see what is about to happen and instructs her simulacrum.

"Throw the axe in the portal and run away!"

Without question, the snow-borne creature does so, and with the haste she was blessed with, attempts to flee.

Elann: Ranged Attack vs Chyvvom and his contracts (primarily these if possible), move action to throw in the axe, hasted move action to run away.

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Laree hears the screams rise from the last Erinys as she brings the demise of its sisterkin. At the same time, in preparation for this assault, Laree begins to prepare some bombs but notices her supplies running short (2 left by my count). She instead focuses on her alchemical goods. A smokestick is pulled out with swiftness from her side and lit as she runs from the approaching flier to a spot closer to her allies (likely provoking AoO). A fuming burst of yellow smoke fills the area ahead of her as she tosses the smoke stick. A moment later, the alchemist disappears into it; however, with her veil, she is able to see and breathe perfectly.

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17 (For sound purposes since it is denied a visual perception check)

I don't think I can throw flasks at the same speed that I can as bombs, so I'm doing some other actions here. It is a hasted move action to run away, a move action to pull out the smokestick, and a standard action to activate it. Being that the Erinys is further than 10ft away from her, she cannot be seen as per fog cloud and gets 20% miss chance if it comes within 5ft of her. Smoke also is not negated by true sight :)

All of the schools of magic were a hit for me. The tapestry and this room we are in now would be cool to see.

"Elann, go help Bayard with his axe," she commands to her simulacrum. Imbued with haste, she immediately sets off in that direction.

Asniroth flies over and cuts her nearly free without trouble.

"Thank your blessed talons!" she calls out after the familiar.

Now with purpose, she focuses all of her ire upon this erinys who has dared to bind her. He may seem agile, and perhaps ready to attack her, but she is hardy and will endure to make sure his body is consumed in the violence of her anger.

Yellow Ranged Touch Attack+Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 19
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (2, 4, 4, 1, 1, 1, 4) + 14 = 31

Yellow Erinys Ranged Touch Attack+Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 27
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 1, 1, 4, 2) + 14 = 29

Yellow Erinys Ranged Touch Attack+Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 23
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4) + 14 = 34

Hasted Yellow Erinys Ranged Touch Attack+Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 15 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 32
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 1, 4, 4, 2) + 14 = 32

"You should have taken a lesson from Nagxiv and how badly your boss just got smacked down and you should have just ran..."

With that, she throws her bombs into the chest of this erinys.

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Elann will hear her master's command, and although it is in the path of danger, she feels no fear within her. She almost mindlessly obeys, running around the edge of the portal and until she gets under the two forces colliding above her (where I'm assuming the axe is). There, she picks up the weapon and throws it up toward Bayard.

Hasted movement over to him, then a move action to pick up the axe, and standard to throw it up safely. Her hasted action might be wasted here. If she can, she will wait to throw the axe until Bayard is ready for it. I'm not sure what mechanics we need to do to make sure it's not intercepted or anything.

Ahh, okay, that makes sense.

I'm confused, GM. Is Laree entangled or not? What happened to her bomb that would have destroyed the rope?

Laree sees the incoming foe bring its large form down upon her. She being a petite, lightweight woman in robes, one would think she doomed, but the alchemist is nimble on her feet.

The zone I had originally marked, Laree was on the edge, not inside of it, so I'm moving her with a 5ft safe step.

A quick moment later, the alchemist angles a few of the bombs she has made and gives a quick pitcher's glance to her allies, then begins to pummel her enemy. While perhaps unexpected to both the erinys near her as well as Nagxiv, who is focused on their backline, she tosses a series near his feet that erupt in a cacophony of force and explosive noise upwards into his abdomen.

Targeted Ranged Attack Rapid Shot (Nagxiv) vs Touch AC: 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 15 + 3 = 22
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 2, 3, 1, 3) + 14 = 31

Targeted Ranged Attack Rapid Shot (Nagxiv) vs Touch AC: 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 3 = 28
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 2, 1, 4, 1) + 14 = 29

Targeted Ranged Attack Rapid Shot (Nagxiv) vs Touch AC: 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 15 + 3 = 21
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 2, 3, 4, 3) + 14 = 33

Targeted Ranged Attack Rapid Shot (Nagxiv) vs Touch AC: 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 15 + 3 = 36
Damage: 7d4 + 14 ⇒ (3, 2, 4, 3, 2, 1, 2) + 14 = 31

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Elann readies a potion and her healing bombs in case someone is in desperate need of healing. She also steps back from her master who has inched toward her.

Readying for anyone who needs healing.

Sure, we can go with that.

My question then would be if I'm anchored to him by the rope, do I have the slack to move 5ft? I'm sure I'm anchored by the length of the rope, but if there is some give to move, I should be able to post my action as is, right? I'd prefer to keep that as is since the rope will be destroyed anyway. I'd rather not write out a whole new post and actions.

I hope everything is okay there. I'm not the best with combat and the mechanics of entangled. I think that's right, but feel free to correct me.

5t step. I am not anchored, right?

Laree will make a series of bombs in quick succession. With Chyvvom in the air, she makes use of her bombchucker and hurls her bombs with arching speed into his intended path.

Chyvvom Ranged Touch Attack+Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 15 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 3 - 2 = 25 -2 from entangled
Damage: 7d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 1, 4, 3, 4, 4, 2) + 7 = 26

Chyvvom Ranged Touch Attack+Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 15 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 15 + 3 - 2 = 36
Damage: 7d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 4, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3) + 7 = 26

Confirm Critical: 1d20 + 15 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 15 + 3 - 2 = 23
Damage: 7d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 1, 1, 4, 2, 2, 1) + 7 = 22

Her eyes then settle on the erinys in front of her. She attempts to launch a bomb at the space between them, allowing the damage to engulf the rope as well as harm both the Erinys and her.

Erinys Rope Ranged Touch Attack+Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 10 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 3 - 2 = 13 *-2 from entangled.
Should just be 8 damage to both of us and to the rope magical rope, destroying it.

"Do you really wish to follow his commands? Look around you, is it really worth it to you to die? To him, you are just expendable. Just go."

Fast Healing +1hp
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Elann will ready a briar bomb and will launch it toward the Erinys (the one Laree is speaking to), as well as toward Nagxiv. The sticky mixture should anchor them in place unless they are too agile for her.

15ft radius, As per a tanglefoot bag with Reflex DC17. Terrain is considered difficult and half movement speed.

Upon seeing the shield become absorbed by the portal, she figures that the devil established this beforehand in anticipation for their refusal. She hikes up her robes and runs right toward the enemy to her right. In an instant, she picks up her supplies and forms a bomb, hurling it at Chyvvom and those around him.

Laree Vs Chyvvom
Mutagen Hasted Bomb vs Ranged TouchAC: 1d20 + 17 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 3 = 24
Damage: 7d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 3, 4, 4, 1, 2, 3) + 7 = 26

Elann follows suit, moving into the room behind Laree and throws a sphere of sunlight from her bottled sunlight to shine down upon her master. As the light strikes her, it seems like Laree's skin bears a regenerative quality.

Laree now has fast healing 1

Laree would rather fight but she’s open to a deal

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27 (Is he lying about mortal having never left? Also, does he not know of a loophole, or is he just toying with us and already knows of a loophole?)

"If it's never been done before, why would we expect it will be done this time? Unless...you already know of a loophole..." she calmly suggests.

"We could produce alchemical snow back there at the lab, then I could just manufacture a clone of him and have him open the portal for us..." she mutters under her breath while blocking her mouth with her hand. "I say we just take our chances and take his head."

She does consider the fate of her brother, and thought for a moment about making a deal for the chance to escape. Knowing deals, any contract made would likely bind either him or her soul here, so it is a moot point. She decides to fight for a chance, unless someone else has an idea.

Could Anethra contact an entity in hell? As alluded to in my post, we could win that way.

Knowledge Nobility: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (8) + 19 = 27

The knowledge of Lord Volshyenek Ornelos comes to her without thought. She concurs with Bayard. However, the other figure gives her pause. She pulls out a small item that helps her focus on obscure knowledge she's attained in the past. Inside of it, a 4-leaf clover
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (10) + 30 = 40
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (18) + 30 = 48

"The other one," she whispers to her group, "he is Lorthact, a high-ranking Duke of Hell. Let's see...I read that he was bound to a single archdevil. He served under Geryon and Mephistopheles. I understand his mistress was Eiseth, the Erinyes queen. She lashed out at him for trying to switch their positions in hell and Lorthact fled like a chicken to an unknown place--likely here. She really wants him dead. You may have heard of him as the Unraveler, the Dwimmerlaik, the Ur-magius, or the Diabolus Mystere. I read about him in a particularly nasty, ancient, and evil volume of fleshwarping in my younger years and pieced this information together from the scraps of knowledge I've gained. That must be his true form there... All it would take is a simple message to the Erinyes Queen to ensure her and her allies come here and rid him of his existence and this place would trouble the school no more. Can you manage it?" she asks their cleric.

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They walk further into the room and are addressed, at first diplomatically by the booming voice, but then it turns to how feeble and mortal they are.

"Grand Phistophilus Chyvvom. You insult us. We are masters of our crafts. Do you think we cannot comprehend this realm or the machinations of your master?" she chuckles sarcastically.

Laree chuckles at Maganrad's comment with a light blush on her dusky, youthful cheeks. He can clearly see her smile through her light and clearly magical veil. Though he could guess she is shyly avoiding his gaze by digging into her pack, there is a purpose. She will produce another potion for him to partake of.

"Here...now drink this. This will make you feel just about right," she sweetly states as she looks back up to him with a vial in her hand.

Potion of Lesser Restoration (assuming he needs it or that it would be effective. She did roll a heal check but I as the player am not privy to the exact amount of his ability damage yet, so I'm not sure how much healing he needs). If he is significantly harmed, she will allow him the use of two, as rolled below. Regardless, unless Grymhold wishes to use his, she will heal Maganrad with a few charges from her wand, which is listed below that.

1d4 ⇒ 4
1d4 ⇒ 1
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

After the Ulfen is properly restored in ability, she will seek to heal his wounds. To be truthful, she's never really restored someone so good-looking and clearly into her. It's a new experience seeing her capabilities bring him back to his feet.

"There...all better?" she asks with a hand brushing some rogue hairs back in nervousness.

When their light flirting is done, she will attempt to coax her brother once more out from where he has cowered.

"Do you see, brother dear? You thought it impossible to kill your possessor. He is splattered into the ceiling. You thought it impossible to escape the Devourer, and he was torn to shreds and bludgeoned to bits, and even now you huddle from fear of..." she points to the gooey stain that remains of the devil's body parts as it was vaulted down the hallway. "...that. We will overcome, and I need you to be brave and believe in me. Come. Give me your hand. Stand up..." She will wait until he is up and then will dust him off. "Now give thanks to Maganrad for saving you," she encourages.

If he is able to muster himself, she will progress with the others once Anethra lowers her Bladed Barrier.

With the Osyluth dead, Laree will rush into the room to Maganrad's side. She observes his wounds.

Heal: 1d20 + 10 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 5 + 3 = 26

If she is able to recognize that he is indeed diseased/poisoned, she will seek to delay the effect with a swiftly provided vial.

"You are being afflicted. Take this infusion. It will stop the effect for the next...thirteen hours or so."

Elann, having seen that portion of the battle due to the thinning of the wall and it eventually falling, will then state for her master's sake, "He protected your brother with his body."

"Yes, thank you, Elann," she will reply and will seek to also heal his wounds fully.

How far down is he in health? Also, if it is a disease, she will use Remove Disease instead of Delay Disease.

I'll reserve my action to see if Bayard/Grymwold can take down the bone devil. Then I can rush safely to Maganrad. If they can't, then I'll act for this round. Hopefully, with that crit, he will be a bit explody.

In front of them, there is a potentially deadly foe. Laree dislikes being separated from her companions, particularly her brother, but focuses on harming those in front of them and being useful to those hurt.

Force Bomb Ranged Touch Attack vs Devourer: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Targetted Force Damage: 7d4 + 15 ⇒ (3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1) + 15 = 26

Her second bomb, is quickly dropped at the feet of the frontliner, Grymwold. In what might be a hair-raising moment for the man, he will find he is suddenly healed by the force of the bomb that errupts.

Cure Critical Wounds: 4d8 + 14 ⇒ (5, 5, 6, 2) + 14 = 32 Creatures in the splash range (5ft) will heal damage, undead will take 14 splash damage (DC22 Reflex for half).

Laree then also continues to bring down the walls between the party, disliking the fact that they are causing division between them. This time, she does it with a bomb. The sticky bomb attaches to the top of the ice wall and flashes bright, then explodes with the power of force.

Targetted Damage to Wall: 7d4 + 15 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 4, 2, 3, 4) + 15 = 36

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Elann will focus on Laree's brother, since to her, there is a connection, albeit not the same as her master's. She drops a series of bombs at the space between them.

Heals Maganrad for 20 splash damage (and others if injured).

Here's to hoping! I'll stick around in the meantime. I'll just say that I hope we are nearer the end if we are going to continue to be at this pace and it can't be helped. That said, I do want to finish the game.

I don't mind if it goes slower, as long as it is consistent and not too slow, but it seems like you don't have time for it anymore, GM. That's a shame. It being higher level, I'm sure it can be quite complicated to sort out a round, or at least takes more time to post a ruling. At this pace, I feel like the game is taking far too long. It's been just short of a month since I've posted last. That isn't really a span I'm enjoying. At the minimum, I'd want at least a couple posts a week. If that's not attainable, unfortunately, Grymwold, I'd vote also we hang it up.

Viridel? I think we are waiting on you, right?

I think it needs 2 more HP to be destroyed, Viridel. She was close, but not close enough. :(

"Ughh!" she cries out in disgust as a wave of unholy energy washes over her.

Will Save Laree: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25 (Takes -6 temp HP and -1 non-lethal HP due to ablative barrier, and for being neutral and saving)
Will Save Elann: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14 (Takes -14 HP for being neutral)
Elann Duration Sickened: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"Be at peace everyone. I'll get us out of this," Laree volunteers. As quickly as she can, she commands her fists to take on a breaking solidified look, and with strength, punches at the wall with tremendous damage. What would be bone-chilling cold, doesn't seem to affect the alchemist at all.

Two-punch Damage (Breaking): 2d4 + 4d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + (3, 2, 1, 3) + 2 = 16 (To the square in front of Anethra)

Elann will drink her admixture and quickly will prepare a bomb to throw. It is a firebomb and should do nicely to aid Viridel in rescuing those behind the party. Elann is unsure if she can get through the thickening ice in one blow.

2-bomb damage: 6d4 + 20 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 4) + 20 = 34 (Fire Damage to the space in front of Viridel. No splash)

Bump. Is this a thing? People bumping? I don't want the game to go inactive.

Examining for weaknesses as well if we come to combat.
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 21 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 21 + 5 + 3 = 40
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 5 + 3 = 28
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 24 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 24 + 5 + 3 = 46
Perception: 1d20 + 20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 20 + 5 + 3 = 45

Laree comprehends the subtle scene before them. In caution, she moves up to Anethra and whispers:

"That is the Devourer." She imagines Anethra already knows this and knows her scroll of banishment would likely work on him. "I see souls, and one of them is Illia Ean. You may make an enemy of...if you rid this place of..." she leaves blanks in her speech, hoping Anethra understands, meanwhile not giving hint to what she's alluding to in case these beings have capable hearing over such a distance.

She looks to Anethra or Viridel to explain what is so vastly different about these summoning circles. It is something that only the secret of magical detection can pierce but she can determine something is off.

At the spell's failure, Laree again comforts her old teacher.

"At least we have his body here. There is no apparent sign here that he did submit and become something else. Perhaps if we bring part of him with us, there is some spell you can devise to undo this evil once we are out? Or, if we are lucky, a contract concerning him will have been left in here..."

Perception: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (6) + 25 = 31

Laree slides her hand from Viridel's back and moves over to the desk. Her and Elann scan it and the room for anything else of interest; in particular a contract concerning Marius. If nothing is found, they then will focus on what they must do--get her brother out of here.

Let's go, all! :) Next room?

Laree can feel Viridel's pain, and even her brother would know it to some degree as Viridel is a close member to their family. She pairs with swift anger at Anethra's comments, but internally has some conflict as she has seen the mage's intent. Her intent is to be free of this place, and will do anything to secure that. Sure enough, when she offers to bring Marius back, Laree almost smiles, but knows better than to give the woman too much credit. Will it work? She wonders. In either case, she moves over to place a soft hand on the elder's shoulder in sympathy.

Perception: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (12) + 30 = 42

The bookshelf is where Laree immediately heads once the room is considered cleared. She takes in the various titles; some of which she is certain she doesn't wish to continue existing in the realm of literature, but it is here she finds a crevice and a scroll.

"Here we are...Look at what it says here..." she doesn't read it aloud, as she is unsure if the mentioning of its name will hold power here and draw it to them. Viridel and Anethra can discuss who wants to the scroll of banishment. She will pass it along as she examines the various plaques. It almost reminds her of a museum but what she'd expect one to look like were she be in hell (which she is). "Poor souls..." she mutters under her breath. She then moves to go give her brother a loving hug, once again, filled with the overwhelming happiness that he is not like these poor souls. When her hug is through, she will move to the loose papers and investigate to see if there is anything further that they can use to help them with their freedom from this place.

Elann watches with sentinel-like eyes toward the rib-looking decoration.

I think communication is key. I don't care if you have 4 jobs and can't post for a few months, as long as I know what's going on, then I can make a decision to stay in a game or to know if it has been abandoned (which happens all the time on here). Something I do when I'm busy, is I set aside 5 minutes, write a tiny snippet, leave it on a notepad, and come back to it.

Now that he is clean, trimmed, and free, she sits close as he collapses to his knees. When he is a bit more relieved, she brushes his hair lightly with her fingers and says, "Come brother...we are getting out of here, to fresh air and sunlight, where you can taste the goods of the world once more."

She stands and offers him a hand up to come with them. At the sound of the flurried bashes against the door, she jumps, but hearing the imps fail at getting through, she laughs lightly to her brother.

"That must be a refreshing sound. I'd imagine it hurts to hit that door so hard. Payback for however long you stayed down here. They are going to starve to death in there...a long, slow death." she nods and moves over to the other, beckoning him to come with them. When she checks on Maganrad, she is hesitant, but at his words, she relents and nods.

"I too will keep an eye on him, as best I can. I don't expect you to take this burden on yourself. I came for him. He may struggle with things along the way. If worse comes to worst, we can always place him in my portable hole...," although she doesn't seem to like the idea that just came out of her mouth.

I had remembered. She just wasn't sure if she wanted him to have it yet. She is wary to trust him at the moment.

Laree doesn't answer him. She just runs her hand lovingly through his hair and nods to show she will help. In the meantime, she will be letting Virdel talk to him. She will move over to Maganrad. With care, she lightly touches the ulfen's arm. Laree holds out her other hand for the notebook.

"Your face looks green with sickness...You need to get out of this area and recover." He looks like he is going to say something to her and she will wait but if it is easier, she just asks him, "Can I give this to my brother now that you've prepared some spells from it?"

If he hands it over, she will return with the book to Wolfe.

"We found it in the other room. They've been manipulating you, making you think the books are switched around, but you never would have found it."

Such torture almost makes her want to tear up again and he can easily see it on her face. It then is replaced by a forced smile. "Shall we get out of here dearest brother?"

"I don't believe that," she coldly replies to Anethra. "While he has suffered, I am certain there are spells and methods to reverse this. He doesn't deserve it. If one wishes to choose to follow such things, then so be it, but I know him, he wouldn't have wanted to."

When his eyes snap open and he voices his concern over his spellbook, she looks into his eyes. Could he lie to her? They didn't have much more time.

Sense Motive (Discern Lies): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

"What do you intend to cast out of it if you do find it?" she asks. "Or will it just let you leave this room?"