Cryshal-Tirith

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Jun 17, 2019 9:04 pm
Alalla takes a step back despite herself. Her mother never smelled of brimstone and acid, and she had just seen Belhifet wear Erevain's face. So low, so pathetic to try and drag things up from her past to attack her. Even more pathetic that it should affect her so.

A shaking hand opens a small flask at her belt and she dips a finger into it. Smearing the water across her face, she murmurs a prayer. "Help me be strong." She feels divine power well up in her bones, holding her firm.

Al casts Protection from Evil and Good, and chooses fiends.
[ +- ] Protection from Evil and Good
Jun 17, 2019 9:08 pm
Shelur’s face melts away to reveal a devil beneath, a foul kyton. The fiend is covered in chains that writhe and lash at its command. It holds out both of its arms, and chains shoot forward to wrap around Alalla. She deflects some of them, and others are turned aside by her protective spell, but more chains on the walls and floor animate and seize her arms and legs (Al takes 35 slashing damage, and is grappled and restrained - which means speed is 0, and disadv on attacks and ability checks. Also, attack rolls against have advantage).

The kyton narrows its eyes. It does not speak, but Alalla hears its insidious voice in her head. This is where you stay. Eventually you will break, just like Everard. Eventually even your god will forget you, just as his has forgotten him. But I won’t forget you. I will be with you every minute of every day. And when your mind finally snaps... The fiend shudders in pleasure. But until then, you burn.

With the devil’s last word, the chains wrapping tightly about Alalla erupt in hellish flame (After resistance, Al takes 10 fire damage).

Kyton
HP: 85
AC: 16

Rolls

Kyton vs Alalla (6 attacks disadv) - (2d20+8, 2d20+8, 2d20+8, 2d20+8, 2d20+8, 2d20+8)

2d20+8 : (1011) + 8 = 29

2d20+8 : (2014) + 8 = 42

2d20+8 : (1920) + 8 = 47

2d20+8 : (97) + 8 = 24

2d20+8 : (813) + 8 = 29

2d20+8 : (198) + 8 = 35

Dmg to Al - (6d6+12)

(335624) + 12 = 35

Al concentration saves DC 10 (3 saves) - (3d20+10)

(191815) + 10 = 62

Dmg to Al (fire) - (6d6)

(651342) = 21

Jun 18, 2019 8:19 pm
I don't have time for this. I don't have time for this! Alalla rails against her captors chains and swings out with her glaive, but she is entangled too tightly.

HP: 47/154
AC: 20
Last edited June 18, 2019 8:29 pm

Rolls

Shove - (1d20+10)

(6) + 10 = 16

Contested check (modifier pending) - (1d20)

(13) = 13

Shove 2 - (1d20+10)

(7) + 10 = 17

Contested check (modifier pending) - (1d20)

(16) = 16

Some disadvantage rolls - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (18) + 10 = 28

1d20+10 : (15) + 10 = 25

Attack - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (14) + 10 = 24

1d20+10 : (5) + 10 = 15

Jun 19, 2019 1:38 am
The kyton’s laugh - the first real sound Alalla has heard from it - is cruel and wheezing, like a punctured bellows. It flicks its hands again, and the chains about Alalla squeeze tighter, their spikes and flames biting (Al takes 11 damage, after resistance 7 more fire damage). How will you look with your skin removed? How much of your inner fiend can we bring to the surface?

A thrum of light passes from the floor, to the walls, to the ceiling. And then another. Then a steady surge. Like when the tower shot a beam of light that vaporized Fluphy.

Rolls

Kyton vs Al (2 attacks) - (2d20+8)

(419) + 8 = 31

Dmg to Al - (2d6+4)

(61) + 4 = 11

Fire dmg to Al - (6d6)

(321153) = 15

Jun 19, 2019 4:12 am
Alalla grunts as she tries to shove the Kyton away from her, but the fiend holds more tightly than it should. Or is she just weakening? Come on, come ON!

Al shoves the Kyton 5 feet away from her, and NOT towards the mirror.

HP: 29/154
AC: 20
Last edited June 19, 2019 4:19 am

Rolls

Shove - (1d20+10)

(13) + 10 = 23

Contested check - (1d20+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

Shove some more - (1d20+10)

(2) + 10 = 12

Contested check - (1d20+4)

(20) + 4 = 24

Last shove - (1d20+10)

(6) + 10 = 16

Contested check - (1d20+4)

(19) + 4 = 23

Jun 19, 2019 4:23 am
For a moment the light is blinding, and then suddenly it subsides.

The kyton’s chains are relentless, and Alalla feels her strength begin to ebb (After resistance, Al takes a total of 18 damage).

Rolls

Kyton vs Al (2 attacks) - (2d20+8)

(154) + 8 = 27

Dmg to Al (slashing, fire) - (2d6+4, 6d6)

2d6+4 : (41) + 4 = 9

6d6 : (351234) = 18

Jun 19, 2019 4:31 am
With more effort than should ever have been necessary, Alalla finally breaks free of the Kyton's chains. She runs to the mirror and shouts the command word, hurriedly swiping until she finds the crystal room. She wants to say something to Everard, but an apology feels false, and she can't tell him he hasn't been forsaken in the same breath she uses to power her flight. She taps the mirror and jumps through.

It can't be too late. It can't. Please, Torm, let it not be too late.

HP: 11/154
AC: 20
Last edited June 19, 2019 4:40 am

Rolls

Contested check - (1d20+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

SHOVE - (1d20+10)

(11) + 10 = 21

WITH DISADVANTAGE - (1d20+10)

(6) + 10 = 16

Jun 19, 2019 11:50 pm
Everard says nothing, but only lies there weeping with his hands over his face.

Wounded and weary, Alalla stumbles through the mirror and into a room at the top of the tower. The wind whistles in through open windows that look out over a staggering portion of Icewind Dale, illuminated by the rising sun. She is so high that she can’t see Easthaven without leaning out one of the windows.

As she saw once before through the mirror, there is a pedestal in the middle of this room. Suspended a foot in the air above the top of the pedestal, at slightly less than eye level for Alalla, is a shard of crystal. It looks exactly like Cryshal-Tirith itself, but in miniature.
Jun 19, 2019 11:52 pm
"So you are the one over whom Belhifet has obsessed." One of the windows fills with the winged form of a pit fiend. Its muscled arms easily hold it in place against the buffering winds. It speaks in a burning tongue filled with guile and hate, but Alalla finds she can understand it as plainly as Common or Orcish. "He filled you with Zariel’s essence. He has always been one to bear a grudge. The way he dallied with that broken aasimar..."

It climbs further into the room, horned head ducking to pass by the crystal edges. "What do you intend to do here? That isn’t Crenshinibon, if you are hoping to steal it. It’s just one of its many copies. Powerful in their own right, but useless without the artifact itself."
Jun 20, 2019 12:03 am
Alalla sighs. The language makes her shiver inside, as well as his news about the crystal, but her weariness reinforces her battle-calm, and she barely notices. "I'm flattered to be worth an obsession. Was she broken before Belhifet... dallied?"

She pulls the coffer from her bag and clicks it open, making sure Merodach is enveloped in the cone as well as the crystal, just in case. "I don't really know. But I'm on this track already, so..." She shrugs tiredly. A ridiculous plan made by a dead man. There is no reason to believe this would do anything useful, she realizes, but she doesn't have any other ideas.
Last edited June 20, 2019 12:24 am
Jun 20, 2019 4:58 pm
The pit fiend licks its lips as though savoring a tasty morsel. "No, she was broken long before - No!"

The devil surges forward, but too late. The black and white cone covers it, and the fiend immediately vanishes as the magic holding it to this plane ceases to exist.
Jun 20, 2019 4:59 pm
The crystal trembles violently, as does Cryshal-Tirith. Then the crystal crumbles.

As does Cryshal-Tirith.
OOC:
Al has 1 turn as the tower begins to fall apart!
Jun 20, 2019 5:15 pm
Without turning the coffer, Alalla looks over her shoulder and reaches back to the mirror and swipes until she finds the portal room- the lowest floor. Tapping quickly, she jumps in backwards, ready to swing the coffer around at Belhifet should he still be lurking.
Jun 20, 2019 5:31 pm
Cracks grow around the edge of the mirror, but its fading magic works just long enough for Alalla to slip through, but she feels the coffer torn from her grasp as its nature prevents it from passing through the magical doorway. An instant later the mirror shatters.

The great hall of the Temple of Tempus shudders as blocks of crystal rain down from above, and the ceiling groans as it starts to give way. Nym’s body - or rather its pieces - lie discarded on the floor nearby. Bits of his equipment are scattered around: his rapier, the black disc, and several wands.

Belhifet is nowhere to be seen, but across the hall, beyond the statue of Tempus and his steeds, the runed door... It is open, revealing a passageway that descends down into the ground.

Blocks of stone begin to fall from the ceiling, pushed down by the weight of the crystal above. Whatever Alalla does, it will have to be fast.
Jun 20, 2019 7:45 pm
Alalla's heart drops at the sight of the open door, but she shoves the feeling away quickly. There's nothing to be done, now. She dives for the black disc, scooping up the rapier with her other hand at the same time, then darts for the nearest wall. Throwing the disc at the wall creates a large hole.

"Here goes nothing." Remembering just in time what Nym said about combining interdimensional spaces, Al slips her pack off of her back and jumps through the hole.
Jun 20, 2019 8:06 pm
Alalla dives through the hole just as the temple’s ceiling caves in, then passes through the wall to feel Icewind Dale’s crisp, spring wind - and nearly trips over the bloody tail of an enormous blue lizard, which seems to have fallen from the tower. Its limbs are crumpled and its skin torn.

The tower... Crystal blocks still rain down from above, smashing craters into the ground and nearby houses.

The behir twitches as a block lands near its face. It is somehow still alive, though it won’t be for long.
Jun 20, 2019 8:11 pm
Al glances at the hole on the wall but leaves it be, moving instead to the behir. "Nym just left you here, huh?" The image of Everard weeping in his cage flashes through her mind.

Shaking it off, she puts a hand on the behir's side and wills some healing and energy into the creature. "Quickly now, let's go." She hops onto the behir's back and summons her glaive, praying that it won't object to her tagging along this time.

Behir gains 5 hp through healing hands.
Last edited June 20, 2019 8:33 pm
Jun 20, 2019 9:14 pm
With Alalla seated somewhat securely on its back, the behir takes off like a bat out of Hells.
OOC:
Al’s back in Easthaven!

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