"Never mind lad. It is more of a thing for the Whirling Furies than me. And yeah, you did the right thing in bringing it to our attention so quickly. This way we can make sure no man, woman or child escapes. Unlike last time..."

So... hands up who wants mage armour or shield of faith +2 cast on them. Then update your own status block since I dang well ain't keeping track of your buffs!

Well mage armor is certainly long duration, but shield of faith goes by minutes... I don't know if we could do it... Angati would certainly want a shield of faith, and would suggest armor on pets, familiars and Alohan (no pun intended... yeah sure!)

We can use the shield of faith on the elevator ride down.

Either that or I do protection from evil.. which is less AC, but it also adds to Saves... which might come handy... handier even... It might be worth it casting it on our selves... better than Shield..

Alohan's preparations consisted of getting Celene to magically reinforce his person. He recognized the familiar barrier as it manifested around his skin, the dull vibration that he was beginning to get all too accustomed to. It was simple enough, armor granted courtesy of the very expensive wand they had invested in, but it was beginning to become a necessity for him. As the enemies were more adept at killing and capable of summon dangerous magics, Alohan was beginning to worry about his person.

As they were traveling, Alohan moved to pull Celene aside, keeping his voice low enough so not many of those heard -especially Karthach. Satisfied the dwarf wasn't in earshot, he leaned in low to sneak in Celene's ear. "Ya still worried about dat one?" he asks, pointing to Karthach. He had remembered her conversations earlier, recalling how the young cleric put together clues regarding Karthach's family name. Alohan doubted it was a coincidence- Feldspar-ash couldn't have been some randomly generated surname. It had to be linked.

Better to stay cautious.

HP: 33/33 AC: 21/16/17 F2 R9 W4
Abilities: Invisibility, Resiliency
Current Buffs: Shield of Faith (+2 AC)

Heh! :D



Agreed. There might be some minor skirmishes before that, but it's pretty clear that the real action is waiting for you down in the basement.



Prot. from evil is another great option. Again, if you want it then don't be shy. Just say you get Angati to cast it on you instead of / in addition to the mage armour and shield of faith. You have 12 hours to post to that effect...



Oh, oh, oh, you, you scoundrel! You are a scoundrel sir!!

Okay, pausing to give a final chance for buff selection and also because the next post is going to be a monster and I need to set aside some time to do it right.

Celene listened to Alohan and nodded. She had her suspicions about the man and nothing had yet changed her mind that he wasn’t part of this. While it did seem strange that this league of women would involve a high ranking male cleric; if it did it would be one dedicated to love. Love that can easily turn to lust. A steely look came over her and she called to Vorsh. She stepped slowly allowing the others to walk ahead and hopefully getting a chance to speak to the man in private.

”Vorsh; I’m concerened about the presence of Karthach. How well do you know him?” she asked the paladin.

Mage armor for Celene and that’s about it. Also thanks Alohan for the segway into conspiracy theory. :)

Buffs:
Barkskin on self and Kibeti.
Get a mage armor and protection from evil on Kibeti.
Cast gravity bow as we go down the elevator.

Buffs on the lift:
Angati would cast Prot. from evil on herself, and any other party members that prefer it to Shield of Faith... (let me know how many, I have max of 7 in total but that would leave me without 1st lvl spells).
She would cast Divine favor on herself if enough 1st lvl spells left after prom from evil.
Would ask for armor on Omi (just in case I have to use him for touch spells).
Time Flicker (Su): (blur)

"Karthach? I've known him for over fifty years now. And little lady, trust me when I say that in this matter you can count on him." Vorsh hangs back a little more to make sure that the dwarf is out of earshot.

"Karthach lost his entire family - wife and children - to the original House of Porphyry in the Dance Academy. It was after that happened that he changed his name - 'Feldspar' because apparently it is one of the minerals in porphyry and 'Ash' because of his loss and the oath he took to burn such 'houses' to the ground if they were ever to reappear in the city. The gods know that his decades farting about in the shrine of beauty haven't done much to help prepare him for this day, but I wouldn't deny him the chance for retribution."

OOC: There you go Ron... saved it. Slightly better than 'plan A' I think.

Information about all the buffs acknowledged.

Before they enter, Vorsh gives the party a run down on the plan - such as it is.

"Logan, I thank you and the rest of your people for bringing this to our attention and you are welcome to come along as support... but you need to leave the front line combat to me and the Whirling Furies. If last time is anything to go by, your crew simply doesn't have the experience or resilience to contribute here... So stay back, stay out of the way and we'll let you know if we need any help."

Then the large group - including the twelve Whirling Furies, the party and Karthach they now number 19 - moves into the opera house via the loading dock door. The benefit of having a dozen experienced warriors proves obvious as they make their way through the waiting defenders. An expression involving 'butter' and 'hot knives' comes to mind as the Whirling Furies carve a path through the assembled stage hands. Within a few minutes they arrive at the lift down to the basement.

The lift has been sabotaged and lies in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the shaft, but the Whirling Furies arcane spellcaster, the lich with the glowing green eyes and the lisp casts a modified featherfall spell that allows all NINETEEN of them to reach the bottom without problems. The abilities of the group really are very impressive.

OOC: Okay, the party buffs up and the clock starts ticking now. The shortest duration spells the protection from evil and gravity bow get cast last. The Whirling Furies likewise receive a massive assortment of arcane and divine buffs from their spellcasters.



They run down the short corridor with the spluttering, smokeless torches and the lich blows apart the heavy doors at the far end. This is followed by another sprint across the room with the grimy couches so that they enter the room with the central pool... and Porphyry boy. Nylaria is waiting for them there as well - but so transformed as to almost be unrecognisable.

...and this is the real reason people sign-on to succubus cults. Beats the hell out of dieting and exercising.

"Vorsh! How nice to see you old man! Always such a pleasure to re-establish old acquaintances." The opera diva lounges on a highbacked chair that resembles a throne on the otherside of the room, and now has a stunning figure. Horns and a tail complete the transformation.

"Nylaria, curse you to the Abyss. I would've guessed that Eseriel would be the one to watch but I can see that I underestimated you."

As the pair shout out their conversation across the large porphyry room, the giant cherub golem keeps an eye on the party assembled in front of him, his 'weapon' firmly in hand.

"Oh Eseriel got up to some mischief and pretty much built this place, but in the end I found that she lacked vision... and the drive to do what is necessary." Nylaria runs her hand down her body. "I hope you agree that results like this make everything necessary."

"You fracken bore me child," snarls Vorsh. "I'm going to put you down now like I should have all those years ago."

"Hee hee!" lauches Nylaria. "You're too late, too slow and too stupid old man. It is time for you and your ragtag groupies to die now." She clicks her fingers at the porphyry statue. "Kill them all while I finish the ritual."

Porphyry boy smiles and move into action as Nylaria slips from her chair and runs down a set of stairs to the south.

"Okay you scoundrals! You know the plan, hit this freak of magic hard and break him down." The barbarian start synching themselves up for the upcoming fray.


"Brrrrk! Brk! Brrrrrkk!" clucks the avian-like figure of Lord Buzzbeak as he whips himself up into a frothing fury. "Brrrk! FOR THE GYERIAN NATIONS!" he bellows as he charges in first to melee with the huge statue.

The impish grin on the boy-statue's face does not change, but the end of his manhood ripples like flowing water until it becomes a blade as sharp as glass. With one scything motion he sweeps it downwards and slices the bird-man's head right off. Lord Buzzbeak's corpse starts running around the room in circles with blood splurting out of his neck.


"Oh frak! Oh frak! Oh frak!" gurgles the lich as he watches in stunned horror.

"Frak! Be frakken careful people! This isn't a walk along the grand canal!"

"Of frak! Larcos, it chopped his head right off like he was a chicken!"

"Pull yourself together Hamish! We need you man!"

But the lich merely backs away, his green eyes watering in horror, until he is in a corner of the room.

Out of the west annex bursts another 30' foot monstrosity. This is another golem, but this one is made out of stitched together giant ladies' parts... The contruct is made of a hundred angry vaginas stapled together into a roughly humanoid figure. The beast pauses at the top of the steps and roars - each set of lips opening to reveal a row of razor sharp teeth.

"Oh frak! What the frak is that?! Logan, you said there was only one of these things you little frak!" Vorsh grabs the rogue by the shoulder and shakes him hard.

"Ahhh, I hate working with frakken amateurs. Furies! Split into alpha and beta squads, alpha take on the young man with the impressive stature."

Vorsh turns to the party and Karthach. "As for you lot, you can't help here. Follow Nylaria. Stop her completing the ritual in any way you can. We'll join you when we finish."

OOC: So... the Whirling Furies are nothing more than a fancy timer. Each round 1d2 of them are going to die in terrible, terrible... but amusing ways. If you don't defeat Nylaria before they are all dead then the constructs will come after you and kill 1d2 of YOU GUYS each round... no attack rolls... no saving throws, you just die.

Good luck!

The party skip through the room, using the barbarians as a distraction so they can follow after Nylaria. She waits for them in the next room (which is huge!) and she is not alone.

A dozen teenage ballet dancers are lined up across the front of the room, their blank and pale faces a stark contrast to the pink outfits they have on. For the second they seem to be just holding their position between the party and Nylaria.

Stationed behind a pool of pure blue liquid that smells a lot like bleach, three woman stand dressed in maid's outfits. Celene recognised two of them - Belinda was Eseriel's contact in the temple of Wee Jas and had been the one to snarl at her from the cleric's window during Celene's escape. The other she recognised was called Elisabeth and she was also a maid in the temple.

Nylaria herself is placed down the other end of the room, behind some pot plants and next to several more pools build into the floor with a fluid that made their eye's water.

"Enough is enough," muttered Nylaria. "Oh little blonde Bends-wills-to-her, if only you had learnt to play the game. But it is too late now, and you are going to pay the ultimate price no matter how impressive your bloodline and pedigree is."

<START OF PORPHYRY TURN ONE>
OOC: Bad guys go first since this is an ambush they have been planning for hours.

Nylaria clicks her fingers again - this time at the three maids. "Finish it," she says simply and then focuses for a moment. A ghostly shape takes form a few feet away from Celene. It is a young man with impressive physique and a barbed whip in hand. Nylaria points him towards Celene. "Kill that blonde cow." The ghostly figure strikes out with stunning speed and the whip lashes across Celene's front, drawing blood (10 hp damage).

Meanwhile the three girls behind the pool start calling out.

"Alohan! Alohan, isn't it? Why don't you come up here and play Alohan? Come on, walk right up here." says Belinda (A).

"Logan. Ohhhhhhh, Logan! I like your hair! Come up here so I can touch it!" added Elisabeth (B).

"Hey, half-orc! Come and get some!" says the third (C), not seeing the point in saying more.

OOC: Alohah, Logan and Kassius, I need a DC16 will save from each of you. Failure means that you start walking slowly directly towards your enchanter.

The ballet girls crowd in, trying to grapple Angati and Kibeti.

11:34, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 15,20 using 1d20+3,1d20+3.  Grapple on Angati and Kibeti.

OOC: What are your buffed up CMD's?

<END OF PORPHYRY TURN ONE>

HIT POINTS & MISFORTUNE
Alohan  HP: 45/45 <MF NOT USED>
Angati  HP: 46/46 <MF NOT USED>
Urol    HP: 38/38 <MF NOT USED>
Celene  HP: 15/25 <MF NOT USED>
Kassius HP: 33/33 <MF NOT USED>
Kibeti  HP: 36/36 <MF NOT USED>
Karthach <MF NOT USED>

Nylaria <MF NOT USED>
Spiritual Ally <MF NOT USED>
Maid 'A' <MF NOT USED>
Maid 'B' <MF NOT USED>
Maid 'C' <MF NOT USED>



(De-)Buffs
Logan has Shield of Faith until round 12
Alohan has mage armour
Celene has mage armour
Kassius and Kibeti have barkskin
Kibeti has mage armour and prot. from evil
Kassius has barkskin until round 12
Angati has prot. from evil and divine favour
Angati has time flicker
Omni has mage armour

Here's your map Beni!
N = Nylaria
S = Spiritual Ally
A, B & B = Maids
1, 2, 3... = Ballet Girls
Karthach is still in the corridor and hasn't made it onto the map yet.

<START OF ROUND ONE PLAYERS' TURN>

CMD: 18 (I suppose +2 Prot from evil does not apply right ? else it would be 20). Still, I suppose concealment does apply right ? It seems a good for nothing buff... still haven't come to use since I have it... Anyway, let me know if I am grappled before taking my action... I'd start with a misfortune on the fucker that rolled that 20

Your opponent only rolled 15 so Angati escapes. Yes, flicker would have counted.

Anything that adds to AC adds to CMD.

Angati saw herself surrounded by the dancers... they were quick and it would become a problem if she became entangled with their grapples... but she very much doubted that they could grapple as fast as to stop her from casting a spell, and she was confident enough that her armour would hold... anyway... she did not have anywhere to go.

A gauntlet appeared in front of her, striking straight into the ballerina's nose and bloodying the tutu she wore.

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Free : | Swft : | Move : | Stnd : Spiritual Weapon
14:09, Today: Angati rolled 19,9 using 1d20+9,1d8+2.  Spiritual weapon Attack & Damage.

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HP: 46 |  AC: 24 | CMD : 18 | Saves: 4/4/5

Special Notes:

  (De)Buffs : Divine Favor (+2), Prot from Evil, Blur (20% miss)
 Conditions :
  L0 Spells : 5/5
  L1 Spells : 6/7 Sun Metal,Cure Light Wounds, Protect from evil, Cause Fear, Ill Omen (dual cursed),Divine Favour
  L1 Spells : 4/5 Oracles Burden, Cure Moderate Wounds, Spiritual Weapon, Restoration Lesser
  Abilities : Misfortune, Fortune, Starlight Agility (dodge), Time Flicker (2/3 minutes blur).

OOC: Umm, so is Angati using lethal force on these possessed teenage ballet dancers? Just asking, not judging...

Celene gritted her teeth against the pain choking down a scream as she backed away from the conjured creature. "Ignore the ballerinas if you can, they're probably charmed, focus on Nylaria and her handmaidens." Celene called to the others as she gathered herself to cast a spell.

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Free :  | Swft :  | Move : 5' step | Stnd : Cast Glitterdust  | Full :

Casting glitterdust to encompass all three handmaidens. DC 18 or be blinded.

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HP: 15/25 |  AC: 14/14/14  | CMD : 15 | Saves: +4/+2/+9

Special Notes:

  (De)Buffs :
 Conditions :
  L0 Spells :
   - Unlim. : Detect poison, Dancing Lights, Daze (DC15), Flame Burst,
              Mage Hand, Message,
              Guidance, Read Magic, [empty slot])
   - 1/day  : Detect Magic, Light , Prestidigitation
  L1 Spells :
   - 5/8    : Burning Disarm (DC 15), Burning Hands (DC 15), Cause Fear,
              Charm person (DC16), Sleep (DC16), Summon Monster
   - 1/day  : Bless, Command (DC14), [empty slot], (Cure Light Wounds)
  L2 Spells :
   1 2/5    : Glitterdust (DC 18)
  Abilities : Flame lance (6/7), Divine Vessel (5/5), Copycat (5/5),
              Channeling (7/7, DC14), Blessing Faithful (-),
              Wand of Magic Missile (43), Wand of Mage Armor (46),

This message was last edited by the player at 14:14, Wed 16 Nov 2016.

14:38, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 9,15,13 using 1d20+6,1d20+6,1d20+6.  Will Save vs glitter for A, B & C.

Oh come on...

The three girls shriek in dismay as their sight is taken from them. But they continue their calls towards their victims, egging on the three men to keep walking towards them... and the big pool of caustic.