Episode 2

Iasu looks up, bleary eyed. He mumbles, but no one can hear but himself. No. I have accepted my fate. I am already dead.

As The Irons fall inert, Elam jolts after a short drop. Still secure in his harness high overhead, he hangs steady but is now swinging in a small circling motion.

The surprise in his face is apparent. He looks up. Around. Back at Bushyasta. Now to Bryn and Iasu.

Elam has lost active control of The Irons.

Kray steps toward the cage, getting just close enough to optimize his reach. Breath held momentarily, a singular, efficient lunging thrust is followed through with another as he seeks to perforate the foul creature, each pull back of the blade sawing downward to punish his target to the fullest.

Anticipating some possible blowback here, maybe some gas. Or maybe just a little paranoid from J's trap room. Shield placed to pick up any spray.

Disadvantage on attacks due to cage.

EDIT: If the wretch is out, Kray will keep pace with Thorn, just in front of him. Thorn is moving at 15' regular speed so a dash for him would be 30', essentially normal speed right?

Ryhim line up his shot, a hanging dead weight. He calls out as Namtur once more "You've brought this on yourself, brother. Let them taste traitorous blood." He releases the arrow.

Elam
R2

A new threat from the Sarceran archer. Mass control of The Irons thwarted.

Elam is prepared though. He can shift to individual domination of the edimmu slaves. He speaks the power words and the three chains that hold his harness snatch back to life, carrying him through the air to the back wall at the northwest corner.

Catching himself against the wall and getting a foothold, Elam begins to remove the harness, careful to shift his carrier pack over his shoulder. He is shifting to perch himself on narrow foot holds high on the wall.

Special. Movement. Interact with environment.

While he works to free himself from the harness, Elam speaks out to Bushyasta in Otessite...

Previously note="jabes.plays.rpg, hypco"] "Take The Chamber, Ancient One. The edimmu slave lines are yours - I need them no longer. But be warned that you cannot harm me. My Ritual is complete to perfection. You must yield the way to me. I have spoken it thus in Rite that will not be denied, not even by you. I depart now, but remember your limitations. Do not quarrel with me, lest you be flung back into the hole from which you just came." [/note]

The rust-colored pit fiend shambles over to stand under Elam where the wall meets the floor. It scrapes the wall and reaches up, but cannot climb. It begins to gather up some chains hanging loosely in the area.