//Will deal with the ooc and if the response changes what your character wants to do this is fine. To answer the question Hasclaan and the knights are just about to enter the temple as Ayase notices them, because she was having a look around at a lot of things. And now back IC
She reaches out to the plane of shadow calling to the creatures in the dark. She feels something answer but some barrier keeps it at bay.
//Spellcraft roll please.
The Chalice Of Heironeous
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*Er_Nano_Infame
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///not needing to change anything, just wished to know for sure///
///spellcraft roll 47 (mod 37)///
///spellcraft roll 47 (mod 37)///
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*Midnight
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Ayase would recognize the effects of a dimensional lock spell presumably put in place by the city's defenders to stop the attacking army they expect to arrive any day now from simply teleporting within the walls. It also stops creatures being called in from other planes. Including the plane of shadow.
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*Er_Nano_Infame
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recognizing the spell at work ayase pokes herself with a deathward wand, then runs down the stairs back into the temple, hiding behind a stone wall or pillar as soon as she comes into the main hall where she was before, observing where and what hasclaan and the knights / priests are or are doing
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*Krayt
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*Mauric produced his newly forged rapier an exquisite craft by most standards the baskethilt was formed as an ribcage with a long spike at the pommelbase. * -Let him release it first, or at least guide us to it. *he replied quickly to Dorian*As he runs he yells to Ramal that went ahead of them*-Care to part with the longer version of the tale?!
He invokes see the unseen, dark ones own luck, dark foresight. And casts Mirror image, ghostly visage and heroism. He hastes the party through flee the sceene.
He invokes see the unseen, dark ones own luck, dark foresight. And casts Mirror image, ghostly visage and heroism. He hastes the party through flee the sceene.
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*Midnight
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Beneath the temple Mauric and Dorian would find themselves immersed in pitch blackness. The only noise their own footfalls and voices and the dripping of water somewhere far in the distance.
"The tale is not a long one my little brother Bright Sentry's Heronite care takers ran me out of the city before I could get too close to whatever is here."
They head deeper into the crypts and all three of the men shudder as they pass wards against evil and chaos and strangely one facing inward against law.
They pass the tombs in the crypts and the dates on them should they stop to check get older and older, eventually they reach a stone archway a bright glow from beyond it and flashing flickering runes are carved into it as they pass through it the crypts fill out into a large round stone cell. Standing in the middle of this is what can only be described as a little old man. He is just under six foot in height, and hunched slightly with a hump on his back. The top of his head is bald and white hair clings to the back and sides of it. He wrings his hands as if nervous.
"Here you are at last, it is good of you all to come and visit me."
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Upstairs Ayase sees Hasclaan the priest and seven knights enter and as if acting on some already agreed upon plan they fan out taking a position around the crypt entrance ready to surround anyone who comes out. The priest utters a prayer and as Ayase tries to discern what it is she feels the magi from her pacts severed any of her active invocations would cease, Heornite priests healing the sick would find their own spells failing and dying on their fingertips as an antimagic field settles over the temple.
"The tale is not a long one my little brother Bright Sentry's Heronite care takers ran me out of the city before I could get too close to whatever is here."
They head deeper into the crypts and all three of the men shudder as they pass wards against evil and chaos and strangely one facing inward against law.
They pass the tombs in the crypts and the dates on them should they stop to check get older and older, eventually they reach a stone archway a bright glow from beyond it and flashing flickering runes are carved into it as they pass through it the crypts fill out into a large round stone cell. Standing in the middle of this is what can only be described as a little old man. He is just under six foot in height, and hunched slightly with a hump on his back. The top of his head is bald and white hair clings to the back and sides of it. He wrings his hands as if nervous.
"Here you are at last, it is good of you all to come and visit me."
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Upstairs Ayase sees Hasclaan the priest and seven knights enter and as if acting on some already agreed upon plan they fan out taking a position around the crypt entrance ready to surround anyone who comes out. The priest utters a prayer and as Ayase tries to discern what it is she feels the magi from her pacts severed any of her active invocations would cease, Heornite priests healing the sick would find their own spells failing and dying on their fingertips as an antimagic field settles over the temple.
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*Agony_Aunt
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((Does the anti-magic field reach the catacombs as well?))
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*Er_Nano_Infame
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she wont bother wondering how she was spotted so easily, perhaps hasclaan had his own detection as well and she was caught glowing while peeking from behind her hideout of stone. thus she merely covers behind the wall again, and tries to analize the situation quickly.
with the antimagic field active she doesnt have much means anymore, eldricth and shadow powers suppressed, bag of holdings shut out. hopefully she still had some tools or scrolls strapped upon herself, at her belt or beneath her robe. she checks, then what will be will be.
meanwhile she addresses hasclaan from behind her spot, an eye on her surroundings and hasclaan's group for any movement
''oh yes, why not; is a lovely city, solid, well built. the siege by the tanar'ri will last long.
but what brings you here again?''
she peeks toward the temple's door(s) if she can see them, to see if they're open or have been barred with the arrival of the group
with the antimagic field active she doesnt have much means anymore, eldricth and shadow powers suppressed, bag of holdings shut out. hopefully she still had some tools or scrolls strapped upon herself, at her belt or beneath her robe. she checks, then what will be will be.
meanwhile she addresses hasclaan from behind her spot, an eye on her surroundings and hasclaan's group for any movement
''oh yes, why not; is a lovely city, solid, well built. the siege by the tanar'ri will last long.
but what brings you here again?''
she peeks toward the temple's door(s) if she can see them, to see if they're open or have been barred with the arrival of the group