The Chalice Of Heironeous

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

taken aback a few moments by the ethereal shifting, ayase acts at last. she steps around her companions to have a clear sight of ramal, rises her hand and a swhirling flow of flickering shadows wraps his head trying to daze him ((shadow daze, dc 28))

[*Krayt]

The pressing situation allowed few thoughts to wander astray from the fight. But ramals unnatural resillienceinvoked a few ghosts of imagenation in the warlocks mind. Ramal had been unusualy silent during their encounter with the Pit fiend, and he just didn't seem the type that woundn't grasp for an opportunity when he saw one. Besides he had no trouble finding it. Perhaps he had alredy made an bargin with it and the devil had only offred them a better deal for itself than it alredy had. No time for musings! He attempted to change his form once more.

[*Midnight]

Deep benath the crypts the conflict becomes more frantic. As Dorian raises his shield and strikes his opponent with it he leaves the opening he had feared he would. The greatsword which their foe wields as quickly as one would a dagger finds it quickly and Dorian's world explodes into white hot pain. The blow strikes his jaw and he feels his mask dent and then crack at the impact the bottom portion of it shattering. He tastes blood and loose teeth in his mouth as the slice carves up, with a sickening clicking noise he feels his nose break. The blow knocks him staggering and he does not recover in time to see what happens next.

The other two do however. Mauric's form shifts and swells wings and spines bursting from his back and he feels the Cornugan's metabolism take over the wound in his side beginning to knit closed.

Ayase is used to one of two things happening when she attempts to daze and confuse something with the shadows. Either her target is dazzled and daze or she sees them concentrate, focus and fight it off. Ramal does neither. It is as if he simply ignores it. Whilst the shadows do nothing to confuse him however the impact of Dorian's shield does knock him off balance, and more importantly into the space the wall occupies.


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The walks away beckoning Hasclaan to follow.

"What you are after is at the bottom of the tower through a portal. Dispitar values it so greatly it has its own demi plane. A gilded cage if ever I saw one."

They make their way into a dimly lit but exquisitely lit manor house through a door in the roof. Whoever Hasclaan's host is he is both rich and tasteful. And in Baator riches only belong to those who are powerful.

"The ticket is for me and a guest of my choosing that would be you. Speaking of which my paramour's are always immaculately dressed when seen with me in public. Not to worry I have something you can wear. You're a little older than I prefer but I think they'll buy it."

He continues without skipping a beat in his conversation.

"I am Brax by the way you will need to know that. We will arrive I will introduce you to everyone I should so it does not seem suspicious. Then I will get roaringly drunk and begin a rather loud argument with anyone I can find who will not kill me for it. This will allow me to be the center of attention and you to slink off and do as you must. No one will miss you they do not know you and if they do they will assume you left with me when I was thrown out. Questions?"

[*Agony_Aunt]

((need to know if Dorian will recover from the blow in time in order to see Ramal is now within the wall space... a Fort roll perhaps? Although from your description i think his vision is going to be blurry, in addition...))

The pain slices into Dorian's nervous system, the edges of the mask pushing into his face. Dorian screams and goes to grab his mask, but part of it falls from his face.

His conditioning kicks in, unbelievers must not see his face! He pulls his hood over his head, pressing the material into the wound, while trying to focus enough to cast a healing spell, but the pain interferes with his thoughts. All he can do for the moment is keep his sword arm holding out at length in a poor effort to defend, and his shield arm holding his hood, giving him some weak protection.

His visibility of course is ruined.

His armour's regenerative ability will heal him in time... but time was not a luxury they had.

[*Midnight]

Mauric's blow strikes home and the strength afforded to the devil shape he wears keeps Ramal off balance. His skin tears and blood flows, but no bones break and after being hit at such a force they should.

Dorians ears ring from the blow, The lower right hand side of his face is bare the right hand side and above are still covered by the shattered mask. His vision clears and although its blurry he can make out roughly where Ramal is.

//To give you an OOC idea of things Mauric would in nwn terms be badly wounded but regenerating quickly. Dorian is also badly wounded but regenerating slowly and Ayase is uninjured, aside from a bit of a nasty bump on the head.

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"I have this, it was a mage robe that belonged to my father, I had it altered."

Brax hands Hasclaan what appears to be a dark black evening suit. The magic and the enchantment on it would be evident to a wizard of Hasclaan's skill.

"I assume you have some kind of dimensional bag you can hide what scrolls and wands you need, I hope they would not send me someone so well equipped. As for an exit strategy I was told they would send a spell caster I had hoped you'd take care of that yourself."

[*Agony_Aunt]

((Slightly changed my post then to reflect only part of the mask is missing))

Dorian peeks out from underneath his hood and seeing Ramal's position prepares to dispel the ethereal effect and drop everyone back into the prime.

He accepts the blood loss for he moment, shaking away the heal spell he had been contemplating, staying low, feigning, not entirely untruthfully, a serious injury, hoping Ramal will ignore him and keeping his face covered from the others.

((So, innate Ethereal Purge now on standby, no other actions being taken)).

[*Selebius]

"Thank you. This will do.

I have my belt and the attacked bags of course and I think..." , he takes a closer look at the suit "..they will fit just fine.

I will find my own way out then... I have several spells prepared that allow me a quick escape.

If you allow I will take a nap and have some meal- I am up for almost a day now and I need to stay sharp later."

" It won't take long for me to change and get ready however.", he then adds with a smirk.

[*Krayt]

What was this? A spell turning his body to solid iron? Confound again by the hardiness of his fellow Destroyer. Still he bleeds. With that he made an last attempt to finish him bringing his jagged elbow down on Ramals neck trying to sever the vein. Before he retreated away from the wall.

[*Midnight]

The sharp elbow cuts thrugh the blue vein and thick red blood gushes down Ramal's throat and over his skin, again Maurics opponent is prevented from keeping his balance and unable to move away from where they have postioned him, if Dorian is going to trap him in the wall now would probably be the time. Again though his throat is cut and he should be dead but he stands burnt bloodied and wounded but clearly still alive.

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"Please take your time I'll have the robe pressed and laid out for you. There is a bath down the hall to the right should you need it"

Brax takes the robe and steps back away from Hasclaan stopping at the door.

"You may rest in the room next to this one."

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian seeing the situation takes a chance, and uses Ethereal Purge.

"If this doesn't work, its going to be nasty" he thinks.