Rixis nods and shambles over. The dark below! Escape awaits!" rather than help he just watches... like he didn't care that the woman was doing all the work.
I'm with Shi, however, looks like we will need mostly a tank. Someone to deal damage. So we can always look for a melee build, or one of us can just buy some mercenary to follow us around.
Rixis smiles and begins to hack at the gaurds mercilessly, making sure to cut their hearts out when they are dead I'm just gonna forgo rolling and assume after about 3 auto hits I kill a gaurd. So about a minute passes before I'm done.
Rixis joins the group, his hands covered in blood. He carries a heart in one hand while his famliar chews into another. demands sacrifice, my lord does... he grunts.
Rixis doesn't seem to listen to the order not to kill one, for as soon as one of the gaurds is helpless he takes a longsword and tried to shove it into the gaurd's chest. Cu-de-gra confirm crit(against unarmored flatfooted):1d20 - 8 ⇒ (6) - 8 = -2 however given the size of the blade and lack of training the swing is clumsy.
Damage:1d8 ⇒ 2 Die! he cries.
sorry, been a little busy, ill just take 10 and get 13, which puts me last i belive Kill them! Rixis says, beginning a summoning spell casting summon monster I, fiendish bat. location, behind the gaurds, trying to flank them.
Can't heal without religious focus, and I don't worship a devil, I worship a demon lord. Stupid asmodius and his cult of devil loving warlords! Why chat they just enjoy some good old anarchy?
Rixis huffs. I cant... all I knows it that magic, it is. he hands the veil back and huffs, the little rat on his shoulder glareing back with blood red eyes.
Rixis goes to take the veil. "Spells!" He says, "must I know what kind..." it is obvious common was the last language taught to the rat.
Spellcraft (if he is allowed) to identify the aura:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Rixis is having some trouble thinking with a fly buzzing in his ears.
The ratfolk once again cursed at the guards in abyssal, the words not worth repeating- how fowl they where. he looks at the kitsune, casting detect magic on the fox, curious about what had happened.
The ratfolk doesn't seem to be doing much... seems he's done the math and figured that with all the others in the cell he's bound to get out... if one of them could tackle or disarm the electric sword guard, and use it against them... but with the "visitor" he's desided to keep on planning...
Rix taps his fingers on the metal bars of the cell. He hums a tune and continues scratching the symbol in his peice of wood. He seems to be reciting a tune in Abyssal, but the song makes no sence to those litening.
Rixis was sitting on his cell... crossleged. He had begun work on a unholy symbol using his claws to scratch it out. He knows it won't make a suitable replacement he watched the guards drag the kitsune away, spitting a curse at them as they stride by in abyssal.