The Chalice Of Heironeous

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

///switched threads///
A Doomlord's Call

[*Midnight]

Dorian's body is soon coated in stone which does much to obscure his features. He wades his way though the melee the militia and knights being occupied by the trio of demon's that tear through them they do not notice another humanoid as a threat. Seeing him move closer one of the demons lashes out with a cruel hooked vulture like bill strikes his stone body but he feels little through the protections of his spell as one the three demons turn to face him the stunned militia step back and regroup leaving him face to face with the fiends.

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Hasclaan gets closer and can make out the words.

"We just have to make sure no one wanders off this way and then we gently direct them back to the party."

"How gently?"

"Depends on how important they are."

Two Cornugans stand casually chatting at the top of a narrow flight of stairs downward.

[*Selebius]

As he is not important at all he will not expect any gentle treatment at all- so he has to be careful.

He cannot cast any spells without them hearing it so he decides to trust in his invisibility spell to shield him from their eyes. Fighting them is not an option as well- even if he could defeat those two they will be missed soon- and when dealing with strictly lawful soldiers who can teleport and talk to each other telepathically inside one of their strongholds he should pick his battles well.

The necromancer moves past them carefully, trying to make his way to the stairs, keeping his eyes open for anything unusual, anything that might hint at the presence if wards.

[*Agony_Aunt]

Behind his mask Dorian smiles

"Helios! Give me strength" he thinks to himself.

Calling upon the power of his god, he unleashes a wave of force that would utterly destroy lesser demons, and stun or bind more powerful demons to her service.... although anything much more powerful than Dorian would be unaffected. He gripped his sword tighter, preparing for that eventuality.

((So, Turn outsider, Dorian being evil you may want to invoke the rule about turning giving control rather than actual turning. I think i gave you the stats before, but if you need again i can provide. Relevant feats are Sun Domain, Improved Turning, and all the Doomguide feats))

[*Midnight]

Dorian invokes his god and again something answers. A dark baleful energy radiates from his holy symbol and the trio of Vrock's all take notice. Before they can do more to react though the wave of energy hits the outsiders and Dorian would feel two of the creatures brought under his will the third screeches in panic and takes flight over the side of the walls. The soldiers turn to stare at the scene with a mixture of indecision and panic, some seem relived others mutter curses. It does not last long the sounds of advancing footsteps and the bang of ladders at the base of the walls prove a much more immediate threat.

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Hasclaan quietly slips his way past the two devils fortunately neither of them have the ability to see through his illusions. He makes his way down the steps into the depths of the Iron tower and soon he hears the cries and screams of the tower's dungeons. He knows what he is after lies somewhere within

[*Selebius]

Down at the bottom of the stairs Hasclaan waits for a moment, listening for voices, signs he has been detected.

Most creatures want to get out of this dungeons few want to get in.

A prize like the one he is after will be well protected- so he looks for the biggest, most nasty guards and strongest looking and best warded door.

And for the first time this dey he reaches into his mind to ready his most lethal spell, knowing that once combat starts there will be no place for subtlety.

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian commands the two under his control to remove themselves from the immediate melee and fall upon their erstwhile allies. Demon attacking demon should be nothing new to them, and he does not expect a serious contest of wills in this.

He follows his "pets" back towards the walls, seeking the sally port.

Should he locate it, he will walk up to those guarding it and say:

"I'm on your side, open the gate, i'm going to lead an attack..." It wouldn't take much imagination on the part of the guards to envision a madman's face behind the mask.

he continues his thought in his head "... by myself, unless the defenders rally behind me once they see what is happening and take the hint... otherwise this is suicide".

[*Midnight]

Dorian is perhaps fortunate that the knights directing the attack are at the walls and the men at the gatehouse seem to fear him as much as the demons. The gates open. A hastily assembled mob forms shakily behind him. The Tanar'ri host stretches out before them a writhing unruley crowd of demons as far as the eye can see. For a moment it seems as if they are that engaged in the advance on the wall they will not notice the opening gate. Then with a screech a six armed serpentine vaugely female looking demon that seems to direct the others points them in the direction of the opening. The hoarde charges.

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Hasclaan makes his way through the tower his illusions protecting him from the guards. He finds the dungeons by the screams the torture never ceasing here and he passes scenes of torment and depravity which make even him think twice. At the end of the dungeon he sees a set of double doors. It looks simple so far if anything too easy. Then it comes the voice in his mind.

"Thats right, try the door, what your after is inside. Yes thats right I see you."

[*Agony_Aunt]

((Oh joy... a Marlith... and Dorian didn't pack a clean pair of underpants))

As the guards move to open the gate Dorian casts Battletide (Extended) and Righteous Might (Extended).

"I sincerely hope that their best minds are working on closing the gate they are coming through." Dorian thinks to himself as the gates open.

He notes the Marlith... "That will be the local bigwig. My first target. Kill that, it will demoralize the local group. After that... well, let's see if there is an after."

He raises his sword and shouts "For Bright Sentry!!!!" and charges through the gate... ducking quite far to get through with his increased size.

As he runs he unleashes his power again and again as fast as he can ((every 6 seconds of course - ill have to let you know how many uses a day he has if he starts getting above 20 - he does have Extra Turning III though)), blasting and possibly bringing under his control more demons, who he can then command to turn on their fellows.

((Aware there is a limit of HD under control but i have no idea of the HD of the demons, and i'm imagining that most that are turned against their fellows will be ripped apart quickly)).

[*Selebius]

The tortures and depravities happening around Hasclaan do not scare him; indeed he seems even fascinated and inspired by it.

Moving fast he pushes back his curiosity but then he freezes as this voice talks to him. He takes a deep breath to calm himself and he realizes that whoever speaks either wants to toy with him or wants to talk.

So he continues to this door, instead of the deadly spell he had readied in his mind he searches for a different one, one that allows him to get some valuable time to adapt and prepare himself for whatever he might find.

Then he opens this door.