To Serve The Cause Of Law

[*Selebius]

"So she chose her stronghold well." He ponders, takes some notes then pulls the map from his pocket.

"What demons were encountered? And please mark the spot where she has her hideout on the map here. If you allow I will prepare the Teleportation Circle for you and your followers.. and then rest here a bit."

[*Midnight]

"There are a lot of the ones that you have reanimated there. A number of tall skinny bird like ones that look like humanoid vultures and a few tall ones with four arms two of which end in pincer like claws."

//Hasclaan should recognise them but lore roll if I am being to vague.

Roland nods at the suggestion.

"Yes prepare the spell I would be away as soon as I am able."

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan thinks about what he heard. Babau, Vrocks and Glabrezus. ((if I got it wrong I am in for an evil surprise- but that is fine ))

Bad news- especially in this combination.
But first things first- so he sits down, gathers his undead around and starts to prepare the Circle instead of the Quickened Forceful Hand.

As soon as he is ready he casts the spell, drawing the circle, connecting it as good as he can to the described location, often asking Roland for details- to make sure the spell will lead them exactly to where they want to go.

"It is ready now. Good luck."

[*Midnight]

Hasclaan rests by the time he awakes it is light outside the sun rising early on the summer mornings. What were once the windows of the ruined cottage have been boarded shut. Roland has gone to great lengths to make sure sunlight cannot enter his lair. When the circle is finished he smiles.

"Thank you."

Leaving his own undead behind him he steps through the circle with a popping sound. Working from a description alone was difficult Hasclaan has no idea if he got to where he wanted to be. What is certain is he is gone.

[*Selebius]

Now surrounded by a leaderless horde of undead Hasclaan makes his way out of the cottage quickly, keeping his own skeletons nearby, ready to destroy the other ones should they become hostile.

He steps outside, squinting his eyes in the light and he is allowing himself a short, relaxed moment.
Then he checks his map and mounting his horse he makes his way to the priestess' lair.

[*Midnight]

The undead seem stunned by the loss of a will to direct them Hasclaan has enough time to leave before they become aware of him. His horse makes its way towards the edge of the forest as the sun rises on a beautiful morning its rays shone through the trees ad birds sing a dawn chorus to greet it. On the horizon Hasclaan sees a watch tower rise.

//Spot, listen, and spellcraft please.

[*Midnight]

//Having seen you roll in game.

Hasclaan makes his way on his undead entourage tirelessly following behind him. The sun is bright and it makes visbility difficult. Amongst the usual sounds of the forest he hears the beat of leathery wings flying towards then away from him. As he looks up to see the source the sun light would shine directly into his face the owner of the wings using the sunlight to cover their advance and retreat. After a few steps more into his journey a cool breeze would start,its refreshing in the morning heat and on it Hasclaan would hear a voice whispering as though softly into his ear.

"She knows you are coming. Hurry."

He would recognize it as the result of a whispering wind spell.

[*Selebius]

Knowing the spell that delivers this message he assumes that whoever sent it is quite close and watching.

He supresses the urge to blast this flyers from the sky- it is too late anyway, the demons will probably already have used their telepathy to announce his presence to whoever sent this spies to find him.

Cursing he urges his undead mount to greater speed and he also looks for potential cover should things get ugly. Not knowing what attack to expect-if any- he reaches into his mind and selects a dimension door spell to get out of harm's way quickly in case of an attack.

[*Midnight]

Hasclaan opens the dimension door and steps through it. His undead amble through after him. He is not far away enough from the noise when it comes. An ear splitting screech which makes the blood thunder in his ears and threatens to knock him from his horse.(//It also requires a fort save please.) There is a shimmering as five tall skinny figures appear around him. One behind him is the cause of the screach, another stands infront of him dark thick plant like spores seem to shed from its skin and as they touch Hasclaan they burn as they try to burrow into him. The three others oddly link hands and begin to spin in a circle.

[*Selebius]

((Fort rolled: 36, Concentration Check to cast under the effect of ongoing Damage: 50, Concentration Check to Cast defensively: 52 ))

Disgusted the necromancer reaches once again for his most deadly of spells, answering the Vrock's shriek with one of his own.
The soundsthat are carrying necromantic energy rip on the demons' lifeforces, trying to pull their very souls apart.