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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.

”Well, let’s get this door open see what we’re dealing with.” answers Quasit as she runs a finger along the seam between the two doors. She pauses for a moment, then looks back at Maka. ”There’s something odd about all this. I can’t quite put my finger on it. No doubt she’ll just be another undead abomination when we get to her, but I feel like we don’t have the whole story about this set-up. There might end up being another side to this.” She thinks again, them shrugs and looks away. ”I dunno. Maybe I’m overthinking.”

Quasit reappears. ”Wow, that went faster than I expected. I don’t suppose she was Breganyr? No crown so probably not.”. She stamps on a gooey little devil, and it smooshes with a pathetic squeak. ”Charming company she keeps.”

She looks about and spots another set of double doors and goes to investigate them.

Perception vs traps: 1d20 + 18 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 18 + 7 = 43

As far as I can tell, nothing is stopping anyone from attacking her while I'm Whirlwinding her. I purposefully avoided the part where I can throw up a cloud of dust to make her concealed.

If only Q was 10 feet tall! The baddie might get some cover from the whirlwind. It’s amusing to think of smacking her every time she flies past, like a carousel from Hell.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (12) + 20 = 32. Evasion FTW again!
Fort Save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Quasit continues to invisibly creep forward, dodging the magical blast, her magical habit helping to shield her from the chilling cold.

How high up is she in the Kal-Nado?

When he gets close, he transforms into a towering whirlwind, reaching from the floor to the ceiling and the top of his form half the size of his height.

He engulfs the red skinned creature.

May wanna wait until after Fin shoots it!

Quasit uses the magical Winter Habit to vanish, then moves invisibly toward the horned enemy.

”Kal! Maka! Can either of you get rid of that fog?” calls Quasit.

Gonna wait to see if they can.

The villain is named Nuralga? I’m betting they’re gonna be a pain! (The neuralgia jokes write themselves!)

"Perhaps I will have to come back as a woman," he adds to the conversation. "I'll be as furry as Sakitu is."

"Ooh, kinky." says Quasit lightly as she stands up again. Then she blinks and enters a dark night of the soul.

'Good grief! Am I a FURRY?'

Suddenly every cat she'd stroked and every dog she'd scritched comes before her mind's eye to accuse her of deviancy.

Nevar hadn't been furry. OK, a little hairy but nothing weird. Billy Shine had been pretty smooth actually. Was it a recent thing? The satyr! Had he...? No, she'd thought Saki was an amazing fox lady from well before that. This was troubling. Oh no, she'd gone through a pony phase as a girl too! She imagines Kalchine turning into a stallion and rearing over her and her breath catches...

This was all Selena's fault for bringing it up, the little snot.

Deeply troubled now, she looks back at the others to make sure they're ready. "Looks like the door's safe. Here we go."

She pushes the double doors open and steps through.

"I wouldn't do it Saki. I'm the jealous type." says Quasit as she continues her scrutiny of the door.

Quasit turns to head up to the balcony, reaching for her swords, just as the last undead archers drop under a hail of fire and steel.

”Oh.”

She relaxes. ”Good job guys. We’ll give Fin a couple minutes to collect arrows. I guess it’s safe to assume we aren’t sneaking up on anyone at this point.”. She notices Air Kal swirling and revolving quietly overhead. ”Kal? You ok?

She glances around at the obvious exits to the north. ”Well, a single door and a double door. I’m betting our Queen would be behind double doors.”

She makes her way over to the double doors to evaluate them.

Perception vs traps: 1d20 + 18 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 18 + 7 = 43. Are they locked?

As she works, she continues her conversation with Selena.

”Anyway, I think we talked about this before. If I can’t come back as me, I don’t think I want to come back. It’s just too weird. But if I did come back as a dude, I’d still be pals with Kal — a Kal-Pal?— but I’d totally steal Saki from Fin and have amazing fox babies with her. Sorry Fin.”

Quasit heads back into the room, trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. As she moves, she stows her bow.

Stealth: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (4) + 21 = 25

Double move along the west wall, making for the stairway up to the balcony. She has the Fast Steath rogue talent so should be able to make a full move. Trying not to be seen.

Quasit gamely squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth as the barbs of the arrows tear free of her flesh, little tears of pain dripping from the corners of her eyes before the healing magic balms the wounds. Then she relaxes and takes a deep breath, psyching herself up for another go.

”I feel like I should start asking what you hope to be reincarnated as. I’m curious if one always keeps their gender or if I’ve just been lucky so far. I wonder what he would say if you came back as a male. All hopes of little quasits running around be dashed.”

The rogue looks at the little witch incredulously. ”You want to talk about this NOW?” she sputters. She shakes her head in wonder. ”Little Quasits. Cripes on a cracker! How about we just focus on staying alive for the next couple minutes?”

Fort#1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Fort#2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Quasit cries out as two more arrows thunk into her, one into her stomach and another into her knee, just below the first one. Involuntarily she stumbles backward into the wall, wincing mightily through the pain, fighting off the freezing stiffness of the the strange poison in these arrows.

”Yeah, I think you might be right.” she rasps out when Findurel tells her to flee. She staggers back out the door and hides from the ongoing hail of arrows.

Stealth: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (19) + 21 = 40

Kalchine didn’t act, but he’s paralyzed. Selena could retcon her action if she wanted, since Quas told her she’s ok for the moment.

Selena steps up to Quasit, gesturing to the arrow, ”Should I pull out?”

”Let’s get these flying monkeys sorted first.” says Quasit as she looks up and around at the still numerous attackers, seeking targets like she’s at a skeet shoot. ”It hurts but it’s not too serious.”

Bulvi turned his gun towards the next closest undead assailant. "You alright Quasit?" He raised his shield to block an arrow before firing off his pistol.

"What, aside from the arrow in my leg?" complains the rogue loudly. "It hurts, and I felt something weird go through me, like some stiffness. It might be poison, I dunno. I've had worse. This week."

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

"Ow! Nuts!" yelps Quasit as an arrow thunks into her thigh.

She then returns fire.

Shortbow +1: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Shortbow +1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Shortbow +1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

I was having withdrawals!

From her concealed position, Quasit fires at one of the baykoks across the room.

Shortbow +1, Sniper Goggles: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 8d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (6, 6, 4, 6, 1, 6, 5, 4) = 40
Shortbow +1, Sniper Goggles: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 8d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (5, 2, 4, 6, 2, 5, 2, 1) = 29
Shortbow +1, Sniper Goggles: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 8d6 ⇒ (6) + 1 + (4, 3, 2, 4, 6, 2, 3, 5) = 36

Including Sneak damage, disregard if not applicable. Come on, flat-footed AC!

Quasit will delay until after the baykoks go.

Apparently the outage got pushed back to Nov 10th. They sure know how to inspire confidence!

I suppose.

I’m hoping Maka and Air-Kal can use a surprise round to buzz out into the open and draw any readied attacks from these guys, then the rest of us can start cleaning up.

Quasit looks back toward the others in the doorway, then makes hand signs pointing up above her, and flashing a full five fingers twice at them. She then points to Maka and Air-Kalchine, jerking her thumb up at the enemy, then points to Findurel, indicating that he should open fire at his convenience as well.

She then counts down with one hand and mouthed words.

One
Two
THREE!

Plan is to let Maka and Kalchine draw the arrow fire, then everyone else rushes in to fire off spells and arrows. Probably no sense even going up the steps since they'll immediately take flight.

It's been over a week since we heard from Bulvi. Should we bot his 3 Fort saves vs negative levels before we go much farther?

I really think everyone in this game should be able to check in at least a couple times a week, especially since we're coming into the home stretch. The game is always better when everyone is chipping in.

Stealth: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (13) + 21 = 34
Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33

Without entering the room, Quasit peers up at the balcony.

"Oh, I don't like this at all." she murmurs suspiciously. "If I was guarding this place, that's where I'd hide."

"Let's be sneaky-like. Fin, you go left, I'll go right. We'll hug the walls and check out that balcony. Everyone else stay here. If we see something up there, we'll wave to you and point out where they are, then you all can rush in. Sound good?"

he says as he leans down for a light kiss before turning to Quasit.

at first I read that as Findurel leaning down to kiss Quasit, and I was like wuuuuuut? lol

”What now, Q?”

Quasit is still looking over Bulvi with deep concern. "Through the door, dontcha think?" she says, a bit flippantly. "I'll go look it over, but there's probably no traps. It may not even be locked."

"Given all these undead, I'm thinking the Queen Bremagyr is undead too. And I'm also thinking that since no alarm has been sounded by all these minions that she doesn't need an alarm to know we're here. So I think the sooner we get to her the better. And as much as it would be nice to just ask her nicely to give up her crown, I think we're going to have to plan on attacking her on sight and just taking her down. Undead tyrants probably aren't the bargaining types."

Quasit leaves Kalchine to look over Bulvi, and picks her way along the causeway, trying not to step on pieces of the corpse-golem, and then looks over the inner gate.

Perception vs traps: 1d20 + 18 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 18 + 7 = 27

If she sees no traps on the gate, she tries to open it.

Quasit makes her way over to Bulvi.

"Hey, are you ok? You don't look so good." she says to the big warrior, laying a comforting hand on his arm.

Quasit will move invisibly up to the corpse-golem and stab it! (LMK if you need Reflex or Acrobatics to move along the causeway)

Melee(Sword of Subtlety): 1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 22 + 2 = 43Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 8d6 ⇒ (3) + 10 + (5, 1, 3, 4, 1, 4, 2, 6) = 39
Melee(offhand)(Shortsword +2): 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 20 + 2 = 29Damage: 1d6 + 8 + 8d6 ⇒ (1) + 8 + (1, 5, 6, 6, 2, 5, 3, 1) = 38
Melee (CONFIRM?): 1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 22 + 2 = 37Bonus Crit Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

If I had a nickel for every time a mass of bodies formed into bigger monster, I'd have two nickels.

It’s what masses of bodies do. That’s just science!

"Aw, come on, what in the Nine Hells is that?" wails Quasit as she draws her swords. But even she isn't so mad as to rush the behemoth pile of undead. "Looks like the queen has a few loyal retainers left. Why can't anything ever be easy?"

"Fin, you may want to try some different arrows if you have 'em. And let's hope those bodies aren't too wet to burn! And if you're flying, stay in the air--that thing is bound to be worse up close!"

She then activates her Winter Habit and vanishes from sight.

"Well, as long a most of us are flying, I say we don't bother getting our feet wet. Let's fly over to the inner gates. Bulvi, could you be a dear and carry me again?" says Quasit.

Once Bulvi finishes elevating her to the top of the wall, she'll slide off his back onto the wall and unlimber her shortbow, getting ready to fire.

Bulvi's boots sprout wings around the heels. "We'll see you there Saki, we'll try to clear the way for you."

He flew up beside Quasit and hovered there for a moment. "Hop onto my back, we'll be up there in no time."

Quasit looks from the slowly ascending rope to Bulvi, to Sakitu, to Bulvi, to the rope, to Bulvi, then shrugs and goes to wrap her arms around his neck and hikes herself up onto his back.

”When did you get fairy boots?” she asks the fighter.

I only have Greater Invis so that is what I cast on Fin. Won't last as long but maybe it was long enough for him to scout.

yeah, that’s the one Quasit meant. She’s not terribly precise about arcana, she just knows that Sakitu had a spell that makes people invisible for a couple minutes.

I think my fly speed is the same as my land speed so I get about half way up the wall.

The ‘Fly’ spell gives you a flying speed of 60, which just so happens to be the exact height of the wall. So Sakitu could poke her fox nose over the wall by the end of her turn, if she wished.

I think we're waiting on Bulvi, Sakitu and Kalchine to post an action

Quasit sends the Rope of Climbing slithering up the wall. Once it ties itself off at the top, she'll begin to climb.

"Hiya Rocky! Fin's been scouting inside the walls. He sees a lake freezing water between this outer wall and the inner keep, plus flying undead sentries. He's gone back inside and Maka and Selena are about to fly in as well to deal with them. It seems like so far we've avoided the notice of patrols behind us and no general alarm has been sounded."

"If you can get inside and help them, that'd be great. Even just keep an eye on them to be ready if they need healing. The rest of us are going to climb the wall and get in as best we can."

"Maybe have a look at the iron gate too, to see if it can be opened from the inside. But with the lake, us landbound lubbers may not be able to do much anyway."

…and reports to Quasit. ”Lake of freezing water inside the walls, Q…and then there’s the flying undead archers…four of them, in fact…should I fly back up and start shooting before the improved invisibility wears off?”

Quasit jumps a little when Findurel starts speaking to her, but she quickly responds.

"Yes, take advantage of the invisibility and flying while it lasts, go start shooting, I know how effective you can be against the undead. But leave the Rope of Climbing here, so us mortals can try to get over the wall while you distract them."

"Maka, Selena, you can fly, go land a hand and take out the flying sentries with Fin."

"Once Kal gets here, he can burrow under the wall and help out with spells and heal you as needed."

Once he's gone, Quasit will attempt to snake the Rope of Climbing up the outer wall so she, Bulvi and Sakitu can get to the top as well. (Unless Sakitu wants to start blowing more Fly spells, which I assume she'd rather not.)

Since we're about to drop back into initiative and we want to send in Fin and Maka without waiting any longer, we'll need a ruling from the GM about when Kalchine arrives precisely.

Once Findurel vanishes from sight and whooshes off unseen into the air, Quasit collects the rest of the group. "C'mon, let's move up to that iron gate thing."