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Encouraged by how much she's enraging the female div in front of her, Quasit grins at her like the cat who's caught the cream.

"Oop. Where am I going? Where am I going?" she taunts, juking left then right, then diving past the div off to her right that's busy with Bulvi, doing a little half somersault to get past her.

Acrobatics to move through enemy & through threatened square: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (19) + 21 = 40

Once past her and into a flanking position, she begins to really start to stab with earnest enthusiasm.

Melee: 1d20 + 22 + 2 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 22 + 2 + 1 - 3 = 26Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 8d6 ⇒ (1) + 10 + (3, 4, 1, 1, 2, 5, 1, 3) = 31
Melee (offhand): 1d20 + 20 + 2 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 20 + 2 + 1 - 3 = 34Damage: 1d6 + 8 + 8d6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + (6, 2, 1, 6, 6, 6, 6, 5) = 49

Combat Expertise, Haste gives AC 33

Waiting on Bulvi and Sakitu I think.

Quasit turns and squares herself with her dance partner, drawing her blades with a delicious *sching!*.

"You know, I'm almost glad you guys decided to pull this. I liked your boss OK, but you guys were like the snottiest concubines ever. And please, you were trying to look like a human slut but that was the best you could do? The bad-built bleach-blonde butch-body? Gag. I've known penny whores back in Cassomir with more class in their pinkies."

As she taunts the div-lady, Quasit twists, evades and trades parrying blows, like she wants to draw this out.

Move Action Draw Weapons, Move Action Feint. Fighting Defensively (+3 AC)

Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28

In the split second before things get real, Quasit looks around at the sinister divs and their primed ambush, a slight smirk curving one corner of her mouth.

”Does this mean you’re out of coffee?” she ask charmingly.

Everyone remember their Haste!

pfft, not even gonna bother rolling vs that

Quasit holds up the burlap bag with the fake crown. "To the victors went the spoils. Looks like you may be out of a job, fella. Unless you like it here. We'll put in a good word for you once Baba Yaga is free."

She follows Maka and Bulvi into the tent.

In my mind, a rich person is someone who gets richer no matter how much they spend.

Once Saki gets a chance to cast her Mirror Image and Haste, and once Kalchine is with us again, we go in. I think Maka and Bulvi go first, since they have the best AC. Quasit will be right behind them with the fake crown in the burlap bag, slung over one shoulder.

"I can turn into an air elemental again, if we are short on transportation options," he offers.

"Perfect. We'll teleport to about 50 yards from the tent and wait for you, then walk in together."

I've still got my mage armor on. I can also cast Mirror Image but that has a target of Personal so it only helps me. I can also cast Haste on the party once we're ready.

I can cast fly a couple more times today too.

That's perfect. I don't know if Flying spells will be useful if we fight in the tent, but Mirror Image and Haste should help a lot.

I think we need the spell casters to step in and say what they're actually doing here.

"YES, I AM CASTING THESE PROTECTIVE SPELLS FOR THE PARTY" (CASTS THEM OR SAYS THEY WILL CAST THEM ON ARRIVING AT THE TENT)
"NO I DON'T HAVE ANY SPELLS THAT CAN HELP, SORRY"
"I CAST TELEPORT" OR "I DONT HAVE ANOTHER TELEPORT SPELL TODAY, SORRY"

Otherwise we are ready to go.

Quasit nods at Kalchine's advice. "Yeah, the first move will be his."

"Put the stone skin on yourself Kal, you're our healer and so we need to keep you safe. Put the Barkskin on Saki -- in the close quarters of that tent, she may need extra protection for up close fighting."

"Well, it sounds like that's all the spells for protection we've got, so it'll have to do. Let's head back and see what the div does."

All right, I think we're ready to move to the next encounter, but there's some things we should sort out.

Spellcasters, any good protective spells for the party? Also, everyone take a look at the potions and scrolls we have just now acquired and have been carrying in party treasure.

If we're teleporting back to the tent, we need to do it in such a way that whoever is left behind can get to us before we face the div. If I recall, the distance is about half a mile? Would a haste/fly/invisibility combination on one of us last long enough to cover most of that distance at least?

We have yet to identify the magic items we found in the treasury. I suppose we can wait to do that later, but we may be missing out on something pretty good that might help us.

Finally, we may have to kill Mametqul and his harem, but we have to figure out a way to save his coffee!

"Divs are genies who were corrupted by some great betrayal or conflict. As such, they like to corrupt others either before or instead of destroying them.

Quasit frowns. ”Well, that’s disappointing, I was inclined to like the guy. But now it seems more likely he’s just using us to get that crown for himself, probably so he can escape. And it seems like great betrayals are all over this story. Bremagyr betrayed Baba Yaga, Elvanna betrayed Baba Yaga, Mametqul may have betrayed Baba Yaga and/or Bremagyr. So that fits. So he’ll probably greet us with smiles, then once we’re trapped in his tent, he and his girls will ambush us.”

”We’ll definitely want to have some protective spells pre-cast before we walk into that. At least some stoneskin spells.”

”We can go in prepared. Protective spells and such. No harm in that.”

"He showed us hospitality, so we can't just kill him. But if it turns out he's evil and attacks us then yeah we'll take him out."

Quasit nods at this.

"But then why not just show us his slain body with your arrows sticking out of his chest?" says Quasit. "Why show his severed head, with the crown stuck on it, stuck in a cabinet? That seems oddly specific."

"I agree it seems like we're being told to kill him. But he may or may not be plotting against us. It might just be part of the unlocking ritual for the prison. Somehow."

She looks thoughtfully at Findurel. "You were saying you didn't trust that guy just a little bit ago. Maybe you were sensing something that I missed."

"The div... wait, you mean the coffee guy? Huh. And, like, just the head? Cut off and wearing the crown?"

Her eyebrows flash up and she gives a long thoughtful exhale.

"Doesn't sound like Grandma likes coffee guy. But then again, I don't suppose someone gets stuck with guard duty in the Hut's various apertures by being on Grandma's good side."

"If she's telling us to cut off his head, put the crown on it, and stick it in ... a cabinet in his tent?... She might be trying to warn us that he can't be trusted. Elvanna might know where the various keys to the prison are as well, and might have co-opted various agents to stop us. Which means his harem will probably be against us too."

"Anyone know anything about divs? Maka will probably want to know if they burn. What sorts of tricks can they pull in a fight?"

"Well I don't think anyone would take you for just someone's little sister now regardless of the name but if you prefer Quasit then that's what it is."

"I think I really do." she says in a frank tone. "In a weird way, it's how I think of myself now. At first I just thought the name was fun, but in a way I sorta chose it for myself. I mean, not entirely, but moreso than a name my mom gave me once."

"Harrowhark sounds like a chosen name to me. Like she chose it while trying to become a divination specialist before switching specialities. I'm fairly sure Trixie is a made up example though Maka. Though if she's not I hope they make quite the power couple."

"Trixie Wicket a made up name? The very idea! Tell that to her twin sister Mincie Wicket."

"C'mon, let's get out of here before Chest Thumper gets too bored."

"Yeah, Harrow does research for the Pathfinders. Mostly about bones and dragons. She's really into bones. Do you think Harrow and Trixie know each other?" Maka was obviously not joking.

”It’d be weird if they didn’t.”

”Personally I think Miss Mina sounds very respectable. Definitely does not suit you.” Selena gives Quasit an impish grin.

<fake smile> "Oh, ha ha."

”No need to go outside to teleport, but we may want to finish checking out the castle, or the keep at least, before we go. This is probably all the big important stuff but you never know what other clues or useful information may be found. And if there are any history books or journals in here, they might be worth bringing out to the wider world.”

Quasit visibly slumps. "I don't know Selena, she didn't seem like much of a reader to me. And at this point, I'm not sure what we'd find that would change anything. We found her and we killed her --learning that, what, she was once an innocent victim of Baba Yaga?--doesn't change the fact that she was an undead monster that nearly snuffed Bull."

"Besides, we have what we came for. Why tempt fate? All we're likely to find in this pile is more undead. We take the crown back to the norn, use it as the next key to free Baba Yaga, then I think we break for the day and rest. Kal and Saki have used a lot of their big spells for the day. You're carrying the spooky doll--is Baba Yaga telling you there's something else we need to do here before we go?"

"What do the rest of you think?"

"It seems to me that those lesbian android dragons are much worse off for not having you around, Quasit. How many of them have crossed multiple planes and travelled to numerous worlds?" he asks.

"Well, yeah, now I'm a beast. Since I kill a dozen things before breakfast every day. But at the time, I very much felt like an imposter around those people. And honestly, if an adventuring party of Pathfinders formed up even now, if people didn't know anything about the living hell these last few months have put me through, those exotic adventuring types would be like 'Who invited the chambermaid?' And honestly I wouldn't blame them. But the idea doesn't bother me any more."

"Wait, you know Harrowhark?"

This catches Quasit off-guard. "What? No, I was just trying to come up with an outlandish... you mean to tell me you know a half-dragon lesbian necromancer? Is she from outer space too? Cause I meant to say half-dragon lesbian 'SPACE' necromancer. Named Trixie. Trixie Wicket."

"She probably gets mistaken for your friend all the time."

Quasit is obviously joshing.

Fin listens to Quasit’s story. ”Cool story, Q…and cool name…think I’ll stick with Q though."

Quasit smiles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." she says with real tenderness.

"We ready to head back to that creepy horny dude? We should be wary, I don’t like him…“

"Yeah, once this is all loaded up, let's head back outside then hopefully Selena can teleport most of us back to the tent again, so we can avoid those patrols we saw buzzing around. And if not, we'll just have to brave it."

"The horned dude seemed fine, it was his harem that seemed nasty. Tell you what, let's take the fake crown with us, and if he asks to see our trophy and we're getting a bad vibe, we can show him that. I'm afraid we might need his help to get back to the norn though. Remember we kinda portalled into his tent and it seemed like kind of a one way set-up."

"I'm just hoping he still has coffee."

"Hmm," she says, standing up. "I don't smell anything. Are you sure this is real gold?"

"I mean maybe some of it's fools gold to make the horde seems bigger but even if half of it is real that's still a huge amount of gold. I'm sure there's some way to double check."

"Guys, guys, cheap alloys and adulterated precious metals are for the LITTLE people. Not for royalty. You think the tyrant queen is going to melt pyrite into ingots and hide it in a secret vault with her most precious possession? It's real all right. Once we get back to the real world, we can pop into the assayers office for confirmation."

"Well it better not be that you can actually turn into little animals!"

Quasit's eyes roll up and sideways a bit as she tilts her head. "No... not exactly."

"The short version of the story is that when I came back to Cassomir I was 16, and even littler and skinnier than I am now. Like embarrassing. At first my brothers just wanted me to look after dad and keep house for him, but Colin kept bringing me along on jobs for one reason or another. I was good at squeezing into little places and through narrow openings, and I was good at hiding and climbing. And he'd use me as a lookout on jobs too. I guess I kinda stuck out in people's memories, and they started referring to me as his 'familiar'. And once you're a familiar, you also get referred to as a cat, a raven, a rat, an imp, etc etc. Very humdrum, very cliché. Most of them knew I was his kid sister, and didn't really take me seriously, which kinda annoyed Colin actually. When you're a smuggler and running rackets, your credibility is everything. So both my brothers started spreading it around that I was some kind of ultra assassin who never got caught, with all sorts of secret training and ninja tricks, and that's where I'd been all those years I was missing from Cassomir. They'd hint darkly about me anytime someone was found floating in the river with a punctured back. The truth is I never stabbed anything bigger than a rabbit, but I have to admit my teenage mind liked the weird respect I was kinda getting. Then suddenly I was Colin's DEMON familiar, which is way cooler than his little black kitten."

"Anyway, the whole thing was just a cool bit of street rep to a handful of dumb thugs, and everyone still called me Mina. It was only after I met Nevar that the name really got coined. When I told him about the Demon Familiar thing, he immediately told me that some evil wizards actually did have demon familiars, little critters called quasits, which I thought was a really splendid word. And since Nevar was a wizard and we were hanging out all the time together, it became this thing between us. He'd 'summon' me, I'd use a funny voice, and he'd call me Quasit in front of people. I mean, it sounds so dopey now, but when we started doing missions together, I started using the name as like a work name. It's part of how I psyched myself up -- having a stage name is actually very liberating. And people took me way more seriously, especially when we signed up to train as Pathfinders. In a typical Pathfinder group, you have 400 year old gnomes and androids and half-vampires and psychics and undine clerics of obscure fish gods you never heard of, and half-dragon lesbian necromancers. And I'm gonna just be Mina the street kid with that bunch? I mean, Mina is totally a kitten name. And besides, Mina was Colin's little sister. And Colin is an a#!@#$@. And then my other brother Bernardo got caught kidnapping people with that stupid Groetus cult and the authorities got really interested in his family, so I kinda stopped being Mina full time after that. And I just kinda got used to everyone calling me Quasit because the authorities were looking for Mina McQuillen, even though I had nothing to do with that stupid cult. That's just Taldor, the authorities and lazy and dumb."

"What can I say, I still think it's a cool name."

“We might get a good bit in return for this with the Z-man…so put as much as we can in the bag?”

Quasit nods. "Yeah, nice that we get to wet our beaks with about 1 TON of gold."* says Quasit. She goes to try and lift one of the boxes and gives up after a concerted effort to shift it about an inch. "My brother would piss himself if he could see this much gold all in one place." she says with dark relish. "Nice of the old trout to die fair and square and leave it to us. Very decent of her."

"Maybe you could carve a stylised Q into the wall maybe a little forked tail flourish at the end of the tip. I amn't sure if Quasit's have forked tales though. It always seemed to me like calling cards were asking for trouble... though if had an alter ego set up maybe that could work."

"Well that's why the classy ones do it. It's brazen. It's like murderers writing to the sheriff in the blood of their victims, confessing how much they enjoyed themselves and can't wait to do it again." She pauses after hearing herself say this. "Well... not exactly like that actually. But distracting the authorities with mind games can turn a crime into a sort of higher art, in some cases. But anyway, no one living will probably be coming here anytime in the rest of our natural lifespans, considering where it is, so I suppose it'd be wasted effort. Not to mention presumptuous since this was a group effort, and not a coup de main by The Quasit alone."

Quasit holds the bag of holding open while others begin to shovel goodies into it.

"As a matter of fact, once people started calling me the Quasit, I did make an effort to look the little beastie up in a few books. Not a lot of pictures really, and mostly just comical illustrations in popular fairy tales. I do recall that quasits are shape-changers -- turning into rats and ravens and such things, and they can turn invisible while they play with mischievous magicks. So if their tails aren't naturally forked, I don't suppose it would be that hard to look that way if they wanted to. Ugly little things. First time I saw a picture of one, I was a little offended actually."

"I don't suppose I ever told you how I got the name, did I?"

* A gold ingot weighs about 25 pounds. So 80 ingots would actually come out to almost exactly 1 ton.

Quasit gives a low whistle as the full value of the thing she holds overtakes her.

"Jeepers." she says, eloquently. "Stavian himself would be proud to wear this little bauble. I mean, anyone can glom some diamonds and rubies into some gold, but look at this workmanship! ... The symmetry in the size and quality of the stones in the arrangements. And the quality of the gold itself -- that's 100% if ever I saw it, which I'm not sure I ever have. And look at the way the inner circle of the crown is rolled over and fitted -- no cushioning is necessary, this was designed to be worn comfortably on a particular head, all without compromising the perfect circle of the outer circle shape. If this is a fake, it's the best one I've ever seen."

She takes a few steps back up the stairs and hands it off to Selena. "Can you inspect this for magic? Then get down here and help us magic-test the rest of this treasury."

This done, she goes to start inventorying the contents of the various crates and coffers with Findurel.

"You know, this is one of those times when I wish I had some clever little calling card like classy cat burglars use. A little origami figure of a Quasit or a card reading - 'The Quasit was here' or something. So that in the future, if anyone ever comes here, they'll know they missed out on a big score and silently curse my nom de guerre." she observes cheerfully.

Quasit smiles at the lovely glinting thing, then looks back at Findurel.

"Jackpot." she says, with a wag of the eyebrows.

She pulls it out to look at it more closely.

Appraise: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Quasit follows Findurel down the stone stairway, her treasure-senses tingling.

"Ooooh, I bet those crates aren't full of beets." she says. "And I bet that crown is down here somewhere."

She calls back up the steps to the others. "No monsters, no worms with arms! Looks like a treasury! Someone come down here with a light!"

Spotting the seemingly incongruous burlap bag lying in the corner, Quasit's curiosity overcomes her prudence, and she goes to pick it up and look inside.

Cue the Burlap Bag Mimic!

"Quasit! Was that you? Why did you do that? I thought... I mean, I thought that a monster was getting me. You know. A giant worm thing. With arms and..."

Quasit just grins, witnessing what she hath wrought. "A worm with arms, huh?"

"You really scared me there, you know." Breaking into a smile she stepped up to Quasit and gave her a hug. "You are such a great friend!"

"Hey, it looks good on you. If anyone here should be a princess, it's our Amazing Fox Lady." chortles Quasit.

***

"It worked! I think. Look. He's looking so much better." Sakitu squeezes Quasit. "Thank you so much!"

"Aw shucks ma'am, just doin' ma job." drawls Quasit comically. "Anyway, Bull probably would have been fine. I just goosed him along a little."

"Yes. I can confirm that he has the same equipment. You know?"

"Good heavens! I believe this young lady is insinuating that she has had unlawful carnal knowledge of an elf!" harrumphs Quasit tendentiously. Then she slides into her normal reasonable voice. "Of course, he could have his elf equipment and that wouldn't prove he pees. They could void the impurities of their lithe and limber little bodies by dancing in a forest glade in the moonlight. But I don't wish to belabor the point--I'm willing to take him at his word."

She looks at the rest of the group. "What next?"

"Well, I believe we were about to investigate a loose flagstone in search of a better crown than this sham crown. Or worms with arms." She pulls out her crowbar and goes to help lift the stone away from the floor.

**whispers**

Fin arches an eyebrow at Quasit’s query followed by spontaneous laughter. ”Aye, Q, elves do indeed pee, as do I. We have the same…equipment…that you humans do. I’m stealthy about it though, so perhaps you never noticed…humans seem to be not so stealthy in that regard…”

Quasit really wanted to dwell on a silly conversation about elfin toiletry habits, but forces herself to drop it. "Well, I'm as stealthy as I *can* be." she protests, not all that seriously. "But we'd better stop. I can see Saki blushing through her fur. Sorry, Queen Saki the First." She genuflects respectfully toward the crowned kitsune.

"All right Bull, another charge coming up." she says, giving the wand a little twirl in the air this time before casting...

UMD: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

When the spell again effortlessly goes off, she fairly beams with satisfaction. "You know, I think I missed my calling. I wonder if it's too late to become an acolyte of Desna?"

"Thanks Quasit and Selena." His words were muffled.

Quasit looks intensely relieved. "Oh my gosh, you had me scared there." she says, a little breathlessly.

"I'm afraid Quasit has deprived everyone of the exciting adventures of watching me try to figure out how to pee in the woods without a handle as an elven maiden. I'm mostly better but not entirely, if you can get it to work again Quasit that should do the trick. Sorry for the scare everyone."

"Do elves pee? Fin, do you pee? I've never noticed. I always imagined elves discharged their water by way of laughter or songs or something." Then she notices belatedly the request at the end of the sentence. "Oh, wait, you want me to use the wand again? Bulvina?"

Quasit starts excitedly wag-pointing at Kalchine as he describes the wand.

"Yeah! Yeah, I know the one you mean! I know the one you mean!..."

She then goes digging into the bag of holding.

"I KNOW the one you mean!"

She yanks it out, looks it over quickly to confirm it's the one she needs (She never 100% trusts that the bag of holding will disgorge the correct thing each time, the whole process of how the extradimensional space worked was still mysterious to her), then reads and memorizes the word inscribed in elaborate calligraphy on the side.

Then, feet planted slightly apart, like she was getting ready to throw a punch, she attempts to use the wand on Bulvi.

UMD: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

I would have guessed that anything unclaimed was in the bag of holding. But if Kal says he has it, I'd go along with that. Wands are certainly easier to use with UMD than scrolls.

We have a wand of restoration with 25 charges. Restores all ability drain for a single ability score.

Good Heavens, so we do! Someone diagnose him so I can UMD that baby.

"Carry him?" says Quasit incredulously, now practically panicking. "He's twice my size! I could probably drag him to the entrance but it'd take me half an hour! What's wrong with him?"

Heal (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 5

Quasit instantly becomes frantic. She whips her pack off her back and starts digging out her blanket. ”Kaaaaal?! What’s happening to him? Should we give him a healing potion or something?” she says desperately. She throws the blanket up around the big Ulfen’s shoulders. ”Come on Bull, fight it!”

Geez, I hope this isn’t one of those undead who if you die at their hand you come back as a wight or something.

Ok, hear me out— if Bulvi dies and we do a Breath of Life, is he still Con drained, or does he reset? Like unplugging and replugging a frozen computer? I’m grasping at straws.

Cue Selena to ask him what he wants to come back as.

"Yeah I'm fine, why?" Maka finally noticed the blackness mingling within her normal flames. "Oh weird, when did that happen?"

"I noticed it on Bulvi after he hit her with his sword. Some kind of weird corruption magic. I tell ya, when I stabbed her, I thought my hands were gonna freeze and fall off. Maybe your fire thing protected you."

Learning that the crown is not magical, Quasit puts it sneakily onto Sakitu's head.

"Wait? A fake crown? Why would she do this?"

Quasit shrugs. ”Maybe she was expecting someone like us to come along and try to steal it. Who knows what the undead are thinking?”

"Quasit? Do you think that maybe this wasn't really her? Maybe it was a decoy?"

”I don’t know, Saki. I wouldn’t put anything past these power-mad jadwiga. I mean if Baba Yaga came to me and said ‘You can be the absolute ruler of your own kingdom, perpetually young and beautiful and a powerful wizard in the bargain, but after 100 years you step aside and pass the crown to someone else’ — I say that’s a pretty great deal. If I was in the market to be a witch queen, I’d take that deal. It’s just poor sportsmanship to try and welch on the bargain. It’s like ordering a fancy 10 course meal, then refusing to pay for it. Most people die a lot sooner with a lot less to show for their time, but they accept it.”

”Anyway, it doesn’t matter. We’ll tear this place apart if we have too. I’m not going back empty-handed and having those harem girls judging me.”

Then she finally notices Maka and Bulvi still swaddled in magical black fire. ”Whoa. Kal, what’s going on with them? Are you guys ok?”

"Huh."

"Hey, um... Selena? Is this thing magical? I think it's a fake, and not even a very good one. It's certainly not gold."

Quasit smiles wistfully as she watches the undead buuuuurn.

"Ah. I love the smell of roasting zombies in the morning. Smells like... victory."

Our turn again?

I’m guessing we can’t target any archers still in the other room? Or are the tentacles just priding cover both ways? Can AoE attacks like Maka’s eruption target stuff behind the tentacles?

Quasit notes the crown still rolling around on the floor. She moves to scoop it up.

Leaving the archers for Sakitu and Selena to target if they wish.

And Maka!

The supernatural cold of the black fire emanating from the undead horror causes Quasit to drop her blades reflexively. "AH! Crap! Man, am I sick of everything being cold! They should have sent penguins on this stupid quest!"

She kicks at the dusty remains vindictively. "I hope that horny guy and his surly harem have more hot coffee to share!"

Fin, I think you and I both forgot our Haste.
Attack(Haste): 1d20 + 23 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 23 + 2 + 1 = 46Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 8d6 ⇒ (5) + 10 + (2, 1, 4, 1, 6, 1, 3, 5) = 38
Attack (Haste/Offhand): 1d20 + 20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 20 + 2 + 1 = 26Damage: 1d6 + 8 + 8d6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + (4, 6, 2, 2, 6, 3, 1, 6) = 43
Confirm: 1d20 + 23 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 23 + 2 + 1 = 46Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Fort Save for Black Fire: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

GM, add +1 to previous attack rolls for Haste bonus

Quasit suddenly appears on the opposite side of Bremagyr from Maka, driving her blades into the icy bones of the fiendish queen.

Melee: 1d20 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 23 + 2 = 30Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 8d6 ⇒ (5) + 10 + (1, 2, 5, 2, 4, 5, 4, 2) = 40
Melee (offhand): 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 20 + 2 = 39Damage: 1d6 + 8 + 8d6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + (4, 3, 6, 1, 1, 5, 2, 3) = 38
Melee#2: 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 18 + 2 = 38Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 8d6 ⇒ (5) + 10 + (1, 2, 1, 5, 2, 5, 6, 1) = 38
Melee #2 (offhand): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 2 = 26Damage: 1d6 + 8 + 8d6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + (3, 3, 4, 3, 4, 2, 4, 4) = 38
Melee #3: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 13 + 2 = 34Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 8d6 ⇒ (1) + 10 + (3, 1, 3, 1, 3, 6, 1, 5) = 34
Melee #3 (offhand): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 2 = 24Damage: 1d6 + 8 + 8d6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + (6, 6, 3, 4, 2, 1, 5, 6) = 45

"Forget the archers! Take her down fast!"

"Maka, BURN HER GOOD!"

Quasit uses her Winter Habit to vanish last use of the day then advances 60 feet into the room, angling toward the left wall.

planning to let Ms Skeletor pass by then jump her bones next round! So to speak.

In spite of the impending mayhem, Quasit giggles with delight at Sakitu’s enduring naïveté.

”Nope.” she concurs chirpily, as the invigorating rush of magical haste charges through her like a double espresso.

"You think that's the queen? I mean, she has a crown... but I thought she'd be more... uh... well, fleshy."

”Yeah. Sad when power-mad tyrants let themselves go. I read a book once about eating disorders of the aristocracy. Control issues. Fragile self-esteem. It’s a cry for help, really.” answers Quasit with a mock-somber shake of the head.

Quasit steps into the room.

"The queen I presume." she says to her comrades. "Looks like she's missed a few meals. No way it's this easy."

"Maka, get her attention. And Saki, now might be a good time for a Haste spell."

Quasit will push open the new set of double doors.