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The first attack got within 5 of my AC so would have popped an image. The second attack should have been 1d7 for images. The third attack doesnt pop anything.

Keep forgetting that rule. It brings Chandu down to herself and 5 images.

As Chandu moves to distance herself from the diabolical businessman he spins quickly to try and impale her upon one of the huge horns growing from his back.

Mirror Image?: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Gore v Chandu (AoO): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17 damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 3 = 8 Miss

This time Jair tries her most powerful spell to stop Leventi to act normally.

She casts confusion on him Will DC23

This time her spell seems to bypass his natural resistance to magic!

"Silly girl, my mind is immune to such effects thanks to my epochs of time in the field of finance! I'm to big too fail!" brags the contract devil as another bolt of electricity flies past. Had Jair still had the ability to feel hope, no doubt such feelings would be dashed.

Chandu slips her spear down and then up suddenly as the devil made to advance stopping him cold. For once Leventi looks truly pained. "OOF!" He and all of his contracts recoil in a sort of communal wince.

Another of Zarta's bolts grazes the devil as he recovers.

Leventi's contracts--the one's on the wall as well as those coiled on his horns--strike out at Chandu striping her of more shadow clones!

Mirror Image?: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Binding contract v Chandu: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22 damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 bleed damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Hits image

The the fiendish entrepreneur attempts to stagger closer. His face redder than it was a moment ago. He spouts foul curses at Chandu and Lasaraleen in a higher register, stops suddenly and then falls over sideways like a struck plank.

The scrolls on the wall stop their thrashing.

END COMBAT!

Chandu drives her pole-arm into Leventi's flank.

"Damn it! That smarts!" shouts the devil. At first he looks angry at affront but then he considers. "You know though, that might just be a good look for me--pierced in the side by a spear. There's this one guy who made out very well with a spear wound."

Then the hellish light dims and spotlight shines down upon him.

Leventi will save v holy smite: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

Leventi looks up! His first inclination seems to be to take a bow for whatever it is, but instead he is forced to squint and look away.

Jair's spell splashes off of him completely. Zarta fires her crossbow from the hip impaling the devil in the chest. But all to little effect. It's like nothing touches him.

Leventi raises his hands like a stage magician showing his audience he has nothing hidden in them. Then with horrible suddenness several of the contracts strung upon his impressive back horns unfurl like striking cobras!

Mirror Image?: 1d8 ⇒ 1 Binding contract v Chandu: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23 damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 bleed damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Miss

Mirror Image?: 1d8 ⇒ 7 Binding contract v Chandu: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27 damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 bleed damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1 Hits image

Mirror Image?: 1d7 ⇒ 5 Binding contract v Chandu: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 bleed damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1 Miss

Then Leventi steps through the flurry of paper.

I don't know what Atum is doing. The last I heard Atum was trying to turn himself invisible. So he's not doing that nor is he summoning anything at present that I know of.

Atum stand and fiddles with his jewelry.

"Wizard? I thought you were dead, or invisible, or summoning a cow something. Oh well, try, try again." Streams of hellfire pour from his fingertips.

cast defensively (DC 19): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34

1d2 ⇒ 11d2 ⇒ 1

50% miss: 1d100 ⇒ 55 scorching ray v Atum (ranged touch): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27 fire damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 2, 2) = 11

scorching ray v Zarta (ranged touch): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28 fire damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 6, 5) = 18

scorching ray v Zarta (ranged touch): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24 fire damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 4, 6) = 17

I'll assume since you didn't charge Shrec that you saw what happened to the others and moved around the grill but out of reach of the scrolls.

Leventi cast defensively DC 25: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (13) + 19 = 32

Leventi waggles a finger at Shrec as he approaches. Laughing he says "I'm sorry, but you really should have requested a container for all that gold as part of our deal."

Shrec Will save DC 21 (-2 scroll penalty, +2 good hope)

I think Veshtahz looking for something dangerous for party (like mass baleful polymorph spell), or something unusual for this place (like strong good aura).

The most powerful aura is a Strong one that seems to be coming from that jar with Gellius's soul in it that Leventi tucked away in his robe. Its aura reads as enchantment. It is hard to tell what might be dangerous without a Spellcraft check as even an abjuration can do some pretty terrible things to a person.

I know, Div will corrupt me. Slowly but surely, not so quick as hell, I suppose.

"Well, we are efficient." says the devil buffing his nails on his robe.

Still, he's party is my choice. I apreciate your suggestion, and surely I'd like to be more powerful. I could swap my emotions for power, becasue those just a distracting element. If you are agree, hope you do not mind I invite a barrister for a while to check the deal?

"Of course, of course. The more lawyers the better!"

1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36

As Atum goes through the motions of summing a hound archon Leventi shouts "NO, YOU FOOL! DON'T DO THAT!"

Correct me if I am wrong, but it doesn't seem like Atum got Arti's get out of Hell's-line-of-sight ritual. Continue?

Atum's div familiar flies the magicked scroll over to the devil. Leventi reaches out a hand and grasps the parchment. He unfurls it and looks it over then he turns it around twice in his hand and calls to Atum.

"I'm sorry. Was there supposed to be something written on this parchment? Perhaps you gave me the wrong one?" He holds the paper so that Atum can see that it is indeed blank. "What sort of power did you have in mind? I can offer you much mortal--much more than that which you ally yourself with. That creature that flies by your side hates you elf. You must know that being joined to it as you are. Divs despise all mortals and seek to do nothing than torment them.... Do you feel that way about yourself?" The devil looks aghast. "You poor, poor man. Could your allies here not see your pain? Let me help you, friend. Name a boon and if it is within my power to grant it I shall. Power even to throw off this cancerous parasite that has attached itself to you."

Um guys? We were here as part of a contract already. I say we do what we came to do and leave with Gellius.

"Ah, but do you have that in writing? I understand that you do not trust me, but allow me to give you some advice pro bono: If it is not written down it is not worth the air it is written on. I'm sure you trust Vetrivides to keep their end of the deal, but they are a devil are they not? Hmm? And here I stand willing to give you what you want and in a binding contract no less. And in Hell a binding contract is as sovereign and immutable as cold iron. Consider that before you say 'no.'"

"So now what of our primary deal? If others wish it, I could draw up similar contracts to your friend Shrec's here to further sweeten your take."

Shrec gladly signs. Now I'll I have to do is never die.

"Excellent! Was there a particular item you wanted or merely coins in the amount of 6,500 gold pieces?"

Just so you know Shrec, this event has far reaching (semi-permanent) implications that reach beyond this scenario for whichever character you ultimately apply this chronicle too.

Once signed (in blood), the scroll rolls back up like a spring-loaded pull shade, and disappears into one of the many folds of Leventi's robe.

"Well, for a soul I can make you a little side deal, friend! Say something in the neighborhood of TEN TIME$ what I am offering your group's members individually? What do you say, hmm?" He pulls a scroll from one of his long curling back horns. "I happen to have a contract right here."

The scroll rolls itself out across the floor until it taps Shrec's booted toes. The last line of text has a place for a signature.

"How about you, Jair?" Leventi says smiling at the cleric. "Maybe something to go with that nice belt of yours? I know you are not sad to have made the deal."

"I can offer your little group a wish if you like to sweeten the deal."

This would be something that would show up on your chronicle sheets as:
Contracted Wish: You secured a wish from a contract devil. Choose one of the following benefits and cross the others off your Chronicle sheet.
Wish for Glory: You regain 2 Prestige Points, but any points that exceed your Fame must be spent immediately or are lost.
Wish for Power: You can spend 16 Prestige Points once to gain a +1 inherent bonus to one ability score of your choice.
Wish for Wealth: You earn an extra 650 gp (Subtier 7–8) for completing this scenario.
Basically once the deal is done--and you folks are out of Dis the effects take hold.

"I can offer you all a wish if you like."

I really don't care about you or Vetrivedes, or the fact you are less lawful than most of the devil here. The soul of Gellius is already ours, what can you offer more to us to make your offer more appealing than Vetrivedes' one?

Says Jair

"But is it? Is it really yours yet?" The smile remains. The jar is pocketed. "You are getting the prized piece of my collection. What else do you want?"

"In our contract you will be referred to in gender non-specific terms." Leventi says smiling. "Take some time to consider. I know time is important to mortals but, not so for me."

Folks can discuss it in-character on this thread, or out-of-character in the Discussion thread.

"I know you and your friends have been investigating me on the bone devil's behalf. You put on quite the show at Widow's Cry yesterday. You've been gathering evidence against me. Turn it over to me, all of it, then kill the bone devil--it knows too much, and I will sign over Gellius Thrune's soul to you though it pains me no end. My entire collection revolves around it you see, but unlike Hell, I am willing to bend a bit. What do you say?" The smile, it is like it is tattooed there.

"Ah, so you are the so-called 'good guys' is a that it? Here to right wrongs and strike a blow for goodness and all that. Well then you could do worse than to make a deal with me. As you no-doubt know I am up for promotion in Hell's hierarchy, and yet as you point out I may not be quite as lawful as Hell might wish me to be. What better way to undermine the plane than to let me progress? Hmm? As it is you are just that bone-head Vetrivides' hounds. You know Vetrivides, right? That nosey osyluth who has been sitting on my doorstep for ever so long. I don't know what the Liberty's Edge is (some nihilistic anarchy cult I imagine), but I don't imagine they would be pleased to be doing Hell's bidding." The smile remains.

Chandu looks at Zarta, Is there any situation in which we get to kill this fool and the buffoon outside?

"See? That doesn't sound very lawful."

"Aye, it tis." the devil says his smile unchanging.

“Welcome, my esteemed guests. Please, let us not resort to our baser instincts when we can instead discuss this matter to our mutual benefit. I am a simple broker, my name is Leventi, and if I have something you desire…” He holds up a glass jar swirling with inky mist and an older Chelish man’s disembodied face peering out. “…I would gladly negotiate its sale.”

The firelight emanating from the floor between you makes it difficult to tell if he is smiling or sneering at you.