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He succeeds, calming himself, and drops to the ground, panting and feeling his many wounds.
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Feng ends his rage and his frenzy, making him exhausted for the duration of the encounter (or for a couple of posts, since it's over). He loses 30 HP and at this point only has about 6 left...
Edit: PS, the will save was against DC 20
Melanthum wipes the sweat from his brow, flexing his fingers and smirking at the corpses vanish. He cracks his knuckles for a moment, then speaks up.
Good work, my fellows. These louts weren't much of a challenge.. biggest problem being that fiends of Ba'ator are immune to flame normal and magical, so there were many spells I couldn't fling at them with any effect... And with the rest of you bein' in melee with them, I certainly didn't want to be blastin' you, either. Still, I exhausted more of my energies than I'd like. If we're to be facin' more of them, I'll have to alter my repetoire to suit.
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Sonny nodded shortly. "Sonny too. Okay for now, but Sonny would not like to be defenseless in this place." He sounded almost fond of Sigil already.
He shook his head and set the matter aside, noting that several of their little band were sporting injuries. Sonny waved his arms, drawing attention to himself. "Gather around Sonny now," he demanded.
Sonny incanted a short prayer and finished with a flourish of his hands. The effects of the goblin's spell was not dramatic; it was a subtle thing, strength gradually stealing back into the limbs of the goblin's party.
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Casting Vigor, Mass Lesser: Up to 8 people within 20' will start regenerating 1 HP a round for 25 rounds. There's 8 of us, right?
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Mimosa puts a hand on Laille as she comes back to the halfling, making sure she isn't hurt badly, the summoned dire bear standing guard at the spot where the last devil left. "I too, won't mind resting in order to harness that of nature which will be more effective," she said quietly, "I wonder if there's anything that would pass for safe though - this certainly isn't." As she speaks she pulls a wand from her belt and walks to Feng. "You certainly helped us in combat, allow me to assist now."
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Use CSW wand: (3d8+3)[19]
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Connor looks around, not really even panting that much.
"Is everyone ok? I have some limited healing if anyone needs it."
He's going to survey his group members and if anyone looks particularly beat up ((I imagine Feng still does even after Sonny's healing.)) He'll then go and examine the dwarf/thing that fell over and cast Cure Serious Wounds on him if he looks really badly injured.
((Would Knowledge: The Planes work for this guy? If so:))
Melanthum, seeing that his party is attended to, walks over to the smoldering corpse of the burning dwarf, he kneels down by it, looking to see if any life yet remains, and searching to see if there is any sort of message attached to it.
An Azer. Dwarflike creatures from the Elemental Plane of Fire. Said something about "We Must... then just trailed off... hells take it all."
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Connor heals the azer, who mutters again and raises his head, the fire around his face has dimmed considerably, his glowing eyes are wide with fear. The other azer, who stated running up the street after the devils were defeated, reaches its companion.
Panting, it looks at all of you and says, "You... you are the ones from Ab'Esra? That fought the calamity? Of course you are. Please, its not safe here, they've found us. Sluk here managed to escape their attack and came to warn you. They must have caught up with him... we... we must get to the safehouse, p-please, hurry." The second azer helps Sluk to his feet, shouldering him up and starts to head back the way it came.
From the other side of the street comes the sounds of people shouting loudly at one another. You can't make out what they're saying, but they sound angry.
The second azer looks violently over its shoulder, mouth open in a gasp, "Come on softskins! We've got to hurry!"
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Mimosa slides onto Laille's back and the pair of them follow the group. 'I think it's a little too late to try and be conspicuous, let's just be quick,' she says under her breath.
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Sonny glowered at one and all as he hurried along behind the rest of the group, his heavy armor, slight build, and short legs slowing him down.
"Maybe Sonny should buy a horse," he mused aloud.
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Korral follows, moving at a rapid, efficient and clipped pace, easily keeping up with the rest of the group. He is still clearly not paying attention, and his face is a glower of self scrutiny.
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Connor looks none the worse for wear and has a very easy time keeping up with the group. Indeed, it seems like he's even holding back slightly to stay with the group. His eyes are alert for signs of any further attacks.
Very far up the road, Connor spots several men in black robes moving rapidly towards the place of the fight with the devils. The men are continuously turning their heads around, as if listening to orders from some unseen person.
The azer leads you all into a narrow alleyway and towards a gate similar to the one that lead from Ab'Esra to Sigil, but much smaller, about five feet high. The azer struggles with a metal clasp and opens up a pocket on its brass kilt, producing a stylyzed sculpture of a key. It waves the key before the portal and opens it up. Calling for you all to hurry, it steps away from the portal.
"You all go in, I'll go last and close the portal behind us. Hurry! If they find this entrace we'll have nowhere left to run."
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Sonny slowed down just before entering the portal, his naturally suspicious mind turning to thoughts of possible betrayal. He knew nothing of the situation they had found themselves in, or of this 'Azer', beyond the fact that their nominal guide Melanthus seemed to trust them. He looked intently at the fiery bronze dwarf, trying to discern deception on that alien face.
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Sense Motive: (1d20+9)[2](11) trying to hit a DC 20 for a 'hunch'
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"What of those men in black robes that were heading in our direction?"
((I think this goes w/o saying, but I'm not really going to be around tomorrow. What with Turkey Day here in the States I'll be with family. I'll be back either late tomorrow or Friday. NPC me as needed))
Melanthus shrugs and slips through the portal. As he moved through, though he did wait for a moment as the party gathered up at the portal, barking out a quick spell before leaping through, one that would prevent most harmful effects that the place on the other side of the portal might have
(OOC: Casting Planar Tolerance. Basically protects from all damaging effects caused by planar traits Covers the whole party)
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The azer shakes his head at Korral and Connor, "They were our foes. Please, take my word on that. I will explain what I know but we must go! I cannot let them find Sluk and I's last refuge. Just know they serve the thing that threatens your home and will do everything in their power to stop you. Now go!"
As the azer speaks it glances down the alley, it's eyes still wide and its movements jumpy.
(Sonny dosn't think the azer is trying to trick him)
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"Right then," Sonny acquiesced. The dusky-skinned goblin rushed into the portal behind Feng, his head not even close to clipping the top of the hole.
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Korral shrugs and nods. "Very well..." He says reluctantly. He quickly hops through the portal. Despite this, his hand is clenched on his blade as he does so.
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Gryfe merely nods to the Azer and raises his blade. Turning towards the end of the alleyway, he settles back into the shadows until the rest of the party has entered the portal and has reached safety before entering himself.
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