As Regannos lays down the plasma fire on the remaining cultists, it is incinerated by the Half-Silver's weapon, leaving little more than a charred corpse.  The battle is done, leaving the corridor beyond split into two different directions, each looking the same.

Being careful to avoid any caustic residue, Vorneyl thanks the Gods that he no longer possesses the sense of smell as he checks the bodies for anything that might prove useful.  As he does this, he says, "Well that was a mighty unpleasant welcoming committee.  What now Boss, which way should we go?"

OOC: Vorneyl Kenath rolled 22 using 1d20+10. Search.

Aria looks both ways down the corridor, before returning to her rear guard position. "Not sensing anything useful, sir."


[Private to GM: 09:26, Fri 03 Sept: Sister Aria rolled 9 using 1d20+8. search. ]

Regannos placed his weapon against his shoulder, as he took a moment to change out the battery of his weapon to ensure he wouldn't have to do so in the middle of combat unless he had to. Taking an antique coin out of his pocket, flipping it and catching it in his hand.

"We stick together, start at the right tunnel and see if we find anything. I would expect both end up in the same place, but I suppose we will find out" he said after looking at the coin and nodding down it. "Jouhan your first."

Jouhan nods to Regannos words and he holds his blade ready glowing in his hand while he proceeds down on right tunnel corridor cautiously.

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OOC: XP's from encounters so far?

"Sir." the mercenary pilot nods assent to her employer's plan, her face hidden by the full helmet she wears. Aria waits at the intersection, watching both ways before following behind the party about 20 yards, the many sensors on her helmet searching for any sign of enemies following behind them.

Taking the right hand passage, you notice it goes on for a few hundred feet, then turns into another corridor that seems to extend the length of the pyramid.  The air is cooler here, unnaturally cold for this area, and the faint murmurs of chants can be heard coming down the corridor.

OOC:  Experience at the end of the adventure.  We are nearing the final battle.

Vorneyl puts away the items he's collected from the dead and then reloads his blaster pistol with a fresh energy cell, just in case.  He moves along with the others and scans the area with his various sensors as he's sure that the fighting is not done yet.

Aria continues behind the rest of the party, her rail rifle pointed back down the hallway behind them.

As you reach the end of the corridor, it turns once more, this time into a shorter corridor, with a opening towards the interior of the pyramid.  The chanting is loud now, though vaguely unintelligible.  The thing leading the chant is heard above the crowded voices.  "And so, the Reaper shall bring about the fall of this Empire, and in its stead, the Necropolis shall rise to rule the worlds in this galaxy, and beyond!"

Jouhan is moving ahead of the group, however he keeps eye out for his target. As ambush in last moment of entrance will likely best spot disable dangerous inviduals in one brutal attack. However he encoruages others move faster by saying; "We are running short on time, it sounds ritual is reaching towards messy end. So if we want our paychecks from rescuing the white let's hurry. Keep my earlier warnings in your minds, if you see half-orc with blade similar to mine.....do not get close to him. Let me handle him."

Vorneyl nodded his head in agreement as he continued moving forward and said in a whispered tone, <sub>"Right, leave the half-orc to you.  We take on the rest.  Pick up the pace or our paycheck goes up in smoke along with the Great White... gotcha.

All in a day's work, eh Boss?"</sub>

Regannos nodded as well as he checked over his weapon with a practiced hand. "Right then. Well use a 1-2-1 formation. Jouhan, your up front and form a buffer between the mass of them and us. I'm guessing this special Orc will go for you. I'll provide covering fire and support from the back, Aria and Vorneyl take the midfield." He cracked a smile at Vorneyl and added "Nah, this is just exercise. Its not work until we've killed about 3 times the number they've got."

With that sorted out, the silver scaled Half-Dragon cleared his throat and called over the crowd. His voice cut though the chants like a blade as he called "Knock knock reaper scum. Now, normally I wouldn't bother even seeing your kind around, but you've stolen a rather important Dragon. We need that Dragon back. Now. Unless you want to stand before the Judge himself, I suggest you lay down your arms. If not, well we have no trouble doing it by force."
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Vorneyl didn't know whether to smile or frown, laugh or cry... with the Boss's bellow went any hope of a surprise sneak attack to kick the festivities off right.

Without turning back to look at Regannos, Vorneyl said only partially under his breath, _{"Oh perfect... the "subtle" approach, I love it when the Boss gets all "stealthy".  Makes my job oh so much easier."}

Vorneyl leveled his blaster pistol at the nearest group of cultists, having a bad feeling that "reasonable" and "rational" were not adjectives generally ascribed to this fanatic death worshipping bunch.

Aria took her postion, crouching as she hurried along with the rest of the group. She kept her rifle to the front, seeking the Dragon they are here to rescue, and prepared to send a round into anyone that approaches the White.

Jouhan moved ahead of the group, work as 'shield' for them between the mass and the ranged combatants bestly as he can. He kept keen eye out for the guy what he suspected would be around.....of course if he is not around it would make Jouhan's job that easier and less risk to his group.

As you move towards the open doorway, you take notice of the following scene.

                       White Dragon (Huge)

                       Alter (High Priest, Half-Orc Mercenary)


            Death Knight             Death Knight




                         Doorway


Death Knight Description:  These dark knights are wearing ebon battle suits.  Their skin appears to be necrotic, bone tight, and they eyes gleam with a crimson hue.  They wield what appear to be plasma rifles, though they have a sickly green hue to their charge.

High Priest Description:  This figure is wearing thick black robes, highly ornate, with a wicked, clawed right hand.  A unholy symbol of a humanoid skull hangs from his neck.

Half-Orc Mercenary:  This figure is rather large, wielding a weapon similar to Jouhans, though as you enter, it appears to have two blades, one from each side, and they glow a wicked red.  One of his eyes is scarred, and he appears to have an almost barbaric air about him, contempt for everything he sees.

Various Acolytes:  There are about 30 Acolytes in the room, chanting, though they stop with the entrance of the party.

Turning to regard the party, the priest speaks with contempt.  "Undeath is the greatest honor to receive, I shall bestow it unto this wyrm, and so herald the return of the Necropolis.  Kill them, let their deaths fuel our dark ritual."  He spoke, motioning for the Death Knights to advance, the Half-Orc moves forward as well, rage building in his eyes as he studies the group and sees Jouhan.

OOC:  Initiatives.  If you beat 14, you go before the death knights, if you beat 16, you go before the Half-Orc.  The acolytes are continuing their chants.

Arie quickly dropped to one knee beside the doorway, taking cover around the corner as she lined up her shot on the priest threatening the dragon. A sharp snap accompanied the round as the weapon's magnetic field launched a round at hyper-velocity.

[Private to GM: Shooting the priest.
14:12, Today: Sister Aria rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Initiative.
14:15, Today: Sister Aria rolled 27 using 1d20+10. Shoot the priest.
14:15, Today: Sister Aria rolled 33 using 3d12+2. Damage. ]

Vorneyl fired twice at the Priest, figuring the priest was the most immediate threat to the White Dragon.  He also moved to find whatever cover was available.

OOC:
Vorneyl Kenath rolled 13 using 1d20+11. Rapid Shot Attack 1.
Vorneyl Kenath rolled 8 using 3d8+1. Damage.

Vorneyl Kenath rolled 30 using 1d20+11. Rapid Shot Attack 2.
Vorneyl Kenath rolled 16 using 3d8+1. Damage 2.

NOTE 1: I kinda need to know how far the targets are from Vorneyl because Point Blank Shot only adds +1 Damage within 30 ft.

NOTE 2: If the Priest is Human, then favored enemy kicks in and I get +2 to Damage for both Damages (Shot 1= 10; Shot 2= 18).

Vorneyl is using Improved Shot on the Run & Rapid Shot.  I'll declare the closest Death Knight as my Dodge target.

The bullet hits the priest, only to stop on impact.  With a off hand gesture from the priest, the bullet launches itself back at the party, only barely missing Aria as it slams into the wall behind the party.

Vorneyl's attacks fly across the room, one hitting the wall behind the white dragon, the other hitting some type of deflective shield around the priest, ricocheting and killing one of the chanting acolytes.  The priest turns his head slightly at this, a snarl forming on his lips as he continues the chant.

The Half-Orc charges towards Jouhan, not invoking the legendary rage his kind is known for, but blade swinging with fury, striking him soundly.  A feral smile plays about his toothy maw as blade meets blade for the briefest moment.  "A true challenge at last, brother."  He spoke, watching as red and green blades dance off of each other.

The two Death Knights focus their plasma fire on Vorneyl and Aria, the one missing the pilot, striking the wall behind her with a sizzling green burst of energy, the other going to strike Vorneyl.

OOC:  Jouhan take 11 Damage, Vorneyl, if you want to use your evade fire feature, now would be the time, otherwise take 27 points of acid damage.

Aria cursed to herself as her round shattered stone fromt he wall behind her. "Priest is magically shielded, sir!" she transmitted to the half-dragon sorceror. Hopefully he would have a solution to the problem..



[Private to GM: Oops. Noticed that it's still the first round. edited out my second action for this round.
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Vorneyl would have grimaced if he was more "human" but all the same the Soulmech clearly didn't react well to taking the brunt of the damage from the shot.  As he recovered from the sharp pang from his pain sensors, it dawned on Vorneyl that the priest had not reacted to his shield being shot... not until AFTER the acolyte was killed by the ricocheting shot.

Vorneyl called out, "I think the Priest's shield is linked to the Acolytes... trying killing them en masse, see if that doesn't tick the prick off right royally!"

Regannos observed the battle with the eyes of a tactician, observing the constantly changing field. He hadn't thought the acolytes would be that big of an issue, but things change. "Leave the Death Knights to me then. Vorneyl, Aria you deal with the acolytes. Use whatever you have that can deal with large groups, even if it brings down the roof." He hoped that Jouhan could hold off the strange orc, he had faith in the Human at least.

The Half-Dragon clapped his hands together, the strange steely blue glow that was his magic wrapping around his arms and fingers. "Nomenes batobot houpe persvek wer Whedab, l'gra wer itmen driki batobot nishka qe nurchiilir" Regannos chanted, slowly pulling his hands apart. From within came two spheres of radiant energy, the spheres rapidly breaking apart into twin swarms of steely blue insects. Flinging his arms wide, he cast the two spells at the Death Knights, knowing it would not cause a great deal of damage, but if would hamper their efforts to fight back.

OOC:

Cast a Twin Spelled Luminous Swarm, one on each Death Knight. Gives them 20% to miss entirely, and 1d6 damage per round.

[Private to GM: Translation: Those that hide in the Dark, fear the bright buzzing that shall be your undoing.]
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Jouhan takes the hit from the blade with grimace, but when blade cut his body a bluish energy formed after the cut and closed it and said; "I am not your brother Skrak, you cut those bonds with rage and murder." Jouhan replies his attacks with his with quick powerful charged stab aimed on Skrak's torso and start the deadly dance between them.

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OOC: Rolled 20 to hit and did 19pts dmg
[Private to GM: And are Vigor and Precognition (defensive) on? They have 5 minute duration each. I casted vigor when we first time entered complex and preco just when zombies appeared in the first encounter. Vigor gives me +25 temporal HP and preco gives +2 bonus to AC and saves.

Anycase the bluish thing was either my vigor (if on) or Elan resilience kicking in, using 2 power points for it to get DR 8 vs the attack.]

Hunched as low as possible against the corner of the door for cover, Aria sends her next round into the Death Knight shooting at her.

[Private to GM: I have another +2 to hit and damage if the death knight is human.
19:09, Mon 20 Sept: Sister Aria rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Shoot the Deathknight.
19:09, Mon 20 Sept: Sister Aria rolled 20 using 3d12. Damage.]