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Evemore quickly turns into this more formidable self, then casts fly on himself to go flying into the air.
Probably move up up around 15" forward and 10" up, if that works.

Evermore's dark half points it's mind at purple, and bombards him with terrifying thoughts. "Have you ever looked into the eyes of the blackest stars?"
Mind Thrust III, DC 23 for half: 8d8 ⇒ (7, 8, 3, 5, 7, 6, 8, 6) = 50 - bleeding 2!

"...you dare touch me..." The wicked form of Evemore shifts as he places his small hands on the halfling above him. "...show me what pain looks like..." Casting excruciating deformation.
Touch, Concentration, then touch attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 271d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 - Crit! DC 23 fort save, each turn, or take 4d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 6, 1) = 11 non lethal and 2 DEX and 2 CON damage each round for 8 rounds. Speed also reduced by 10.

As per spell, your touch attack causes your target to become painfully malformed. Its limbs twist and buckle, while its body contorts uncontrollably, shifting and warping...

Will save? HOW DARE YOU!: 1d20 + 2 - 2 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 2 - 2 + 11 = 25
The dark half of evermore glares at his assailant, with a 'you're gonna die' sorta look...

"You should not have done that..." as this thing that was once Evermore casts his mind into orange.
Enter dark half, so i now have damage resistance 5 to1d100 ⇒ 38 cold iron for duration.

Mind Thrust III: 8d8 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 6, 7, 5, 3, 6) = 40 - DC 23 will save only for half, and they will start to bleed 2.
No surprise round action is fine, he would be too scared! Hehe.

Voice! wrote:

Pietro Slaszval the Boisterous wrote:

"WELL, WE ACCEPT MOST FORMS OF GOLD."

The dragon snorts, rolling plumes of darkness come forth enveloping the party before dispersing.

"JEWELRY, GEMSTONES, AND RARE MAGICAL ITEMS ARE FINE TOO."

The dragon rolls his head, thinking for a moment, before snorting again, the darkness bubbling around Pietro like a thick fog, "I WOULD CONCIDER DEVOURING YOU, SMALL CLERIC. BUT FORTUNATELY FOR YOU, I AM ON A DIET."

"Oh stupendous umbral wyrm, we will of course avoid any course of action making us enemies." Will quickly agrees, having forgotten to wear his brown pants on this adventure.

He turns towards Will, "It apears your friend has not quite grasped the gravity of the situation you find yourselves in. I grow bored of this conversation. Heed my warning, if you choose to persue the Cradle, the corruptions that seep through your veins will only grow. Enjoy what little remains of the life you've known..."

Words of power spill forth from the dragon's mouth and, as the dragon continues to speak, its form blurs and darkens as if it's changing into just a silhouette of itself. Even then, the beast's immense shape begins to fade from sight, receding into the darker shadows of the treeline.

"WELL, WE ACCEPT MOST FORMS OF GOLD."

The dragon snorts, rolling plumes of darkness come forth enveloping the party before dispersing.

"How do you feel about the Reborn? Perhaps you can find a way to keep them busy for us while we infiltrate them to retrieve the cradle."

"The Reborn?" The dragon replies, "Oh so you haven't figured it out yet? I am an ally of the one they serve. Fortunately for you, that doesn't necessarily make us enemies. Not for now, at least...and perhaps never, so long as you avoid creating a reason for us to be."

"He was a problem that i was sent to deal with. But i should thank you for taking care of it for me."

"WHAT'S ALL THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"It means I was of half a mind to slay all of you when you exited the tomb," he finishes, cocking his heavy head as if reconsidering his options, "But now...I see there's no need. You'll meet your end soon enough. Except perhaps this little one..." The dragon settles his gaze upon Aiyana who can't help but subconsciously cower before the dragon. "The dark folk. Scion of Lyrudrada. You're a bit far from home, aren't you? No matter. Your attempt to retrieve the Cradle of Night was all for naught. Even if you return home, you'll be empty-handed. Thus, I believe there's no need for conflict between any of us here."

"Indeed, I would have departed already if I wasn't so curious to see what would become of Haramil's spirit should it be left unchecked. You seem to have eliminated that problem. And, inherited a bit of his taint in the process, I suppose. Alas, that's the risk which comes to those who meddle in things best left alone..."

"Indeed, I am, little shadow dweller..." the monstrous creature responds. Apparently, its ears are quite keen. "But not like any you may have encountered before, I think."

Now more fully revealed upon the mountain, the winged serpent's presence fills everyone with dread, making even the strongest adventurer's heart give pause. Every rational thought screams that you should run, flee, hide! Some of you are able to fight off that feeling better than others, but it still lingers as you warily watch the dragon's approach.

A smoky haze which she originally thought had drifted up from the shadows leaking from the tomb begins to clear. But now it reveals something far different. Resting high above the entrance to the tomb a massive, dark shape separates itself from the rocks. Giant wings unfurl to stir the smoky shadow and two large, bluish eyes open to gaze down on you.

"Well now," a deep voice issues forth from a maw of razor sharp teeth, some nearly as large as the small pine trees at the base of the mountain, "I didn't expect any of you to survive exposure to such raw planar energy. Can you feel it now, coursing through your veins? But then again, I assume you're a bit hardier than typical surface folk, correct? And I suppose this means Haramil is finally and truly laid to rest? There will be no further return of the ancient warlord?"

You can give me will saves against fear, and some knowledge plains if you wish.

The shadow gnome does a similar motion, hoping the last dog will go down. As his ally goes down, a small frown manifests on his face. But his attention is on the enemy.

Mind Thrust I, dc 18: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 6) = 11

The gnome's body contorts once more, as you've seen previously, and takes a step back. His eyes are no longer his own, rather empty and dark. "You think they're visious and scary, little one? I DON'T THINK SO!"

He raises a hand, and a dark energy rushes towards purple. He raises an eyebrow.

Mind Thrust II: 4d8 ⇒ (7, 8, 1, 5) = 21 -- Will save, DC 19 for half damage, and they begin to bleed.

Kn. Something?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 -- Most knowledges are +11 for Evermore, what are these things?

The Voice growls, at whatever creature is left standing at the end of the turn. "You have failed. I will return you to the ground." The shadow rises, and looks even more terrifying than before, obviously excited by all of the combat.

Mind Thrust I, DC 17 Will: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 5, 2) = 16

Focusing his attention on the Teifling, the shadowy Evermore launches backwards to give Daylin some space. "Don't get too close, or that Hellhound will roast you, little cleric." probably the nicest things anyone has heard him say.

DC 18 Mind Thrust II + bleed 1: 4d8 ⇒ (7, 7, 2, 7) = 23

Also, the Hellhound should take 1 bleed every round now too.

Do I get any information on my knowledge check?

Plains: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Evermore moves to take a good look at the enemy. Before he knows it, his darker half already presents itself as you see it's wicked form drop the cover carried by the gnome and stare blankly. Finally, something I can bend to my will. Bend...

He raises his arms and casts a spell.
DC 18 MIND THRUST II: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 7, 2, 6) = 19

Through his blanket, Evermore casts detect magic on the Elixir. Take 10 Spellcraft: 10 + 15 = 25

Sorry, been super busy, I’ll post soon! I love the roleplay from everyone!

There is still fight left in this one. Not for long. as the shadow cracks it's own back backwards. The psycik energy recoils into the mind of the last monster.

Mind Trust I: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 3, 5) = 14
He will cast Mind Thrust I, DC 19 Will Save for half damage, and he will begin to bleed 1 on his turn. Targeting remaining Gaav.

With it's head cocked to one side, the being speaks in everyone's mind, mouth open in an eternal scream. May light be your instrument? Haaaaaahahaha! Yes, let it guide the darkness into a new age! Watch as even this evil trembles before my presence.

The stranger takes another step forward and raises an arm pointing at the red Gaav. Now, Bow before your new master. Show me your deepest secrets, Lesser Host Devil!

Mind Thrust II: 4d8 ⇒ (2, 6, 3, 3) = 14 -- mental damage
He will cast Mind Thrust II, DC 20 Will Save for half damage, and he will begin to bleed 1 on his turn. Targeting red Gaav.

I cannot wait to devour the souls of my enemies. We shall spread fear throughout Golarion. Everyone will know the name - Eh'vear M'or! *cough*cough*...

Signing in with my dark-half...