"Great, looks like we're about to fight a god," Akkron says dryly. "I should really have prepared dispel magic for the demon torches... oh well."...
[[ OOC: Don't worry! Master Akkron's versatile apprentice has Dispel Magic prepared. Khessa tried with cantrips first because she has far less spell slots than Matic, but since it seems low magic does not suffice, she will invest a spell slot soon. Just let's see if we must fight the goddes first... ]]
((Tyekanik wis save: 13 - note that he has immunity to a ton of things due to benefits from his weapon, depending on what is coming))
The figure has no effect on you, you do feel the energy wash over you like a tingle, something brushing against your mind, but that's all. You are unaffected
Khessa is no less perplexed than Mal, to find a normal woman who is no threat... in that evil temple! It would all make sense if she were a prisoner... but she is free... How...?
However, Mal is taking care of getting her to safety, so the blonde arcane warrior resumes focusing on the problem of torch magic - still active even without torches: "Well..." her blue eyes take on a determined look "Let's see if that obstinate magic resists even this" and, uttering a rapid esoteric formula while tracing arabesques in the air with her fingers, she casts Dispel Magic.
You feel an unknown strength fill your dispel Magic, and that energy flows through you and the image and the sway the woman had is shattered. The figure shimmers, appearing in an androgynous form in which it is a woman on the right side and a man on the left with two sets of devilish horns growing from its head and is considered perfection. A long-limbed, elegant figure with a haunting, almost frightening beauty, the actual appearance depended on the observer in the group than the observed, changing eagerly to please and seduce the eye of the beholder. Two pairs of slender horns rise from the flowing golden hair. The figure now is wearing luxuriantly lined, form-fitting armor and bearing a jade scepter.
As the effect the female was putting out was shattered by the energy flowing through Mal, you see it look around the room.
"This is a house onto me, you are not supposed to be here midget. Go away and play with your little furry creatures and let us grownups have an adult conversation." The figure states, looking very vexed.
In response, you hear the echo of a little girl's laugh, then the sound of a small flute.
Sparhawk snorts and nods his head. "Flute, that had to be flute."
Surprise is not a feeling that Mal experiences very often but she is most definitely surprised as the meek women she was talking to turns into some monstrosity comprised of both sexes. She immediately brings her crossbow up to bear shouting out a warning to the others.
"Friends our female company has decided to change forms, be wary of more surprises." Mal states.
Khessa is incredibly proud to have cast her own GDMOAT (Greatest Dispel MagicOf All Time) and smiles towards the echo of a little girl's laugh and delightful flute sound: "Thank you my friend!"
The blonde arcane warrior then turns to the androgynous: "That was rude; both the way you tried to influence our minds and our perceptions, and the way you just addressed a poor little girl. What's the matter, Sai 'lanthresh? You're grownup... but you still have to learn education?"
Khessa is incredibly proud to have cast her own GDMOAT (Greatest Dispel MagicOf All Time) and smiles towards the echo of a little girl's laugh and delightful flute sound: "Thank you my friend!"
The blonde arcane warrior then turns to the androgynous: "That was rude; both the way you tried to influence our minds and our perceptions, and the way you just addressed a poor little girl. What's the matter, Sai 'lanthresh? You're grownup... but you still have to learn education?"
The figure turns and looks at you directly. She gives a light laugh at your suggestions.
"Oh how I love you mortals and your humor. Apologize to a younger god, never. As for abandoning Azash, this is a wonderful mutual benefit for the two of us. While not attractive, his desires to overthrow of all decent behavior, his own personal greed align with my ideals. I see the stars, and indeed the very fabric of reality itself as its plaything, to be poked, prodded, ripped, and tightly bound to my will in order to squeeze out every last sensation there is to enjoy. On no sweet girl, I will not abandon Azash."
The figure stops, then puts on a very stern face and looks at the entire group.
"I am Slannesh, you have no power over me, and nothing you can do to stop me. I have Azash wrapped around my finger, and I pull his strings. He wants this world, and I want what I can take from the people who live here, for there is so much wants, desire, greed, and gluttony. It is I who will warn you, abandon this quest, and I will even accept you as a follower, and allow every dream, desire and fantasy you ever wanted, to be yours."
She puts on a very evil smile and points to the group.
To Tyekanik: "You are a warrior, I could grant you the perfection of a beautiful kill, a masterful stroke and feat of arms."
To Mal: "Same to you, Battle Master, the perfection of a perfect battle, strike, and flawless victory."
To Akkron: "The beauty of knowledge, feel pride in the discovery, to want more, and seek improvement and perfect that little bit of power you wield."
To Sparhawk: "You would be the full embodiment of your order, the perfect knight for all to see themselves as."
To Brother Maynard: "Perfection in knowledge, to see the past that only my gifts can allow you to see, to be the perfect historian."
To You: "Even you, as seen by your boldness in challenging me, the perfect embodiment of the physical and the mental, the warrior and the wizard, direct opposites in perfect harmony. All you have to do is accept me, and all of this trouble can end, peace can be achieved, and uncountable pleasure heaped upon you all."
Tyekanik chuckles deeply, holding his rage so maintaining his large stature, and says, “It’s not the kill that needs perfection, but the opponent and the battle. Though really, even there, what fun is perfect? No. Old god. What you offer is the trap of laziness. An offer for the weak.”
"Sai 'lanthresh, Sai 'lanthresh..." Khessa smiles and shakes her head in denial, as if disconsolate by the limitations of the interlocutor, insisting on using the other's real name, just to underline that she knows it (and therefore can use it to gain power over her - actually Khessa has no idea how... but why not bluff?) "There are so many things you don't understand... But I'll explain at least the two most important ones".
"The first: I am Khessa Cabbagefield and I am as free as the blowing wind" the blonde arcane warrior holds the Death Lance and begins to slowly approach. "What I become or obtain, I choose with my free will and I obtain with my choices and efforts. I do not need anyone else to grant it to me".
"The second: if you think I was bold just because I gave you a fair warning..." the tall adventuress tries to move to a useful distance to strike "...you haven't really seen anything yet. Who knows what you'll think, now that, given that you didn't take my warnings into account... I'm starting to treat you the way you deserve!" and she starts trying to stab the androgyne with the Death Lance!
'Goddess or not,' Khessa thinks, starting the fight 'she is not in her dimension now... but in ours. Her power must have limits here - in fact, Flute managed to counter her. I don't think I can kill her, but if I make her suffer enough...maybe I'll force her to go back to where she came from. A pleasure goddess should not like wounds very much - especially if not used to suffer them'.
[[ OOC: can Khessa go on and attack? Or shall we roll for initiative? Or something else happens? ]]
As Khessa finishes her speech Mal starts to laugh, "Barring a certain someone, as I am still getting to know her, why are GODS," the word dripping out of her mouth sarcastically, "so ******* stupid. Let me enlighten you, forgotten worm, I am no Battle Master I do not relish a fight for glory, I am a killer, an assassin, the perfect fight for me is one that no one ever hears about. You know, kind of like this one, no one will ever know, or care really, about the death of some lessor being."
[OOC: depending on Initiative and what not Mal would be bringing up her crossbow to fire.]
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[[ OOC: Don't worry! Master Akkron's versatile apprentice has Dispel Magic prepared. Khessa tried with cantrips first because she has far less spell slots than Matic, but since it seems low magic does not suffice, she will invest a spell slot soon. Just let's see if we must fight the goddes first... ]]
((Tyekanik wis save: 13 - note that he has immunity to a ton of things due to benefits from his weapon, depending on what is coming))
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Area effect,
Okay...
Wis save: 26 (also, if this is a magical effect then Akkron he has advantage on the roll... but the second result was 10 so it really doesn't matter)
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You feel as though a very powerful charm spell/effect passed over you as the figure stepped from the statue, but you are still you.
Wis is bad for Khessa... Probably she simply can't pass it. Anyway, here's the roll: 19
If 16 was a fail, Khessa uses her Indomitable feature to try again (she can do it 1/long rest): 17
Mal feels something wash over and she begins to shake her head with a glazed look on her face.
Wis Save: 12
You feel an odd connection with the figure stepping from the statue. To you, you see a woman, with purple eyes and the rest of her appears normal.
Same for Mal, to you, you see a normal woman with purple eyes, and you feel a connection with her, like she is no threat
The figure has no effect on you, you do feel the energy wash over you like a tingle, something brushing against your mind, but that's all. You are unaffected
Mal speaks up, "Lady what are you doing here, it is not safe, you should leave by that door and find the exit and get out of this cursed place."
Then Mal will move back over to the alter and look around some more.
Khessa is no less perplexed than Mal, to find a normal woman who is no threat... in that evil temple! It would all make sense if she were a prisoner... but she is free... How...?
However, Mal is taking care of getting her to safety, so the blonde arcane warrior resumes focusing on the problem of torch magic - still active even without torches: "Well..." her blue eyes take on a determined look "Let's see if that obstinate magic resists even this" and, uttering a rapid esoteric formula while tracing arabesques in the air with her fingers, she casts Dispel Magic.
You feel an unknown strength fill your dispel Magic, and that energy flows through you and the image and the sway the woman had is shattered. The figure shimmers, appearing in an androgynous form in which it is a woman on the right side and a man on the left with two sets of devilish horns growing from its head and is considered perfection. A long-limbed, elegant figure with a haunting, almost frightening beauty, the actual appearance depended on the observer in the group than the observed, changing eagerly to please and seduce the eye of the beholder. Two pairs of slender horns rise from the flowing golden hair. The figure now is wearing luxuriantly lined, form-fitting armor and bearing a jade scepter.
As the effect the female was putting out was shattered by the energy flowing through Mal, you see it look around the room.
"This is a house onto me, you are not supposed to be here midget. Go away and play with your little furry creatures and let us grownups have an adult conversation." The figure states, looking very vexed.
In response, you hear the echo of a little girl's laugh, then the sound of a small flute.
Sparhawk snorts and nods his head. "Flute, that had to be flute."
Surprise is not a feeling that Mal experiences very often but she is most definitely surprised as the meek women she was talking to turns into some monstrosity comprised of both sexes. She immediately brings her crossbow up to bear shouting out a warning to the others.
"Friends our female company has decided to change forms, be wary of more surprises." Mal states.
Khessa is incredibly proud to have cast her own GDMOAT (Greatest Dispel Magic Of All Time) and smiles towards the echo of a little girl's laugh and delightful flute sound: "Thank you my friend!"
The blonde arcane warrior then turns to the androgynous: "That was rude; both the way you tried to influence our minds and our perceptions, and the way you just addressed a poor little girl. What's the matter, Sai 'lanthresh? You're grownup... but you still have to learn education?"
To prevent the dangerous adversary from trying to undermine her mind again, the tall adventurer channels the protective power of the Wave, resorting to rapid chanting and tracing arcane figures with her fingers, while dropping a light trail of powdered silver and iron that sparkles briefly, before disappearing, consumed by the magical process. She then continues: "Not that we have much to talk about, to be honest... unless you're willing to apologize with Flute, abandon Azash to his fate and stop causing trouble. If you don't... I'm afraid that you will soon find yourself experiencing not pleasure, that sensation so dear to you... but its opposite".
The figure turns and looks at you directly. She gives a light laugh at your suggestions.
"Oh how I love you mortals and your humor. Apologize to a younger god, never. As for abandoning Azash, this is a wonderful mutual benefit for the two of us. While not attractive, his desires to overthrow of all decent behavior, his own personal greed align with my ideals. I see the stars, and indeed the very fabric of reality itself as its plaything, to be poked, prodded, ripped, and tightly bound to my will in order to squeeze out every last sensation there is to enjoy. On no sweet girl, I will not abandon Azash."
The figure stops, then puts on a very stern face and looks at the entire group.
"I am Slannesh, you have no power over me, and nothing you can do to stop me. I have Azash wrapped around my finger, and I pull his strings. He wants this world, and I want what I can take from the people who live here, for there is so much wants, desire, greed, and gluttony. It is I who will warn you, abandon this quest, and I will even accept you as a follower, and allow every dream, desire and fantasy you ever wanted, to be yours."
She puts on a very evil smile and points to the group.
To Tyekanik: "You are a warrior, I could grant you the perfection of a beautiful kill, a masterful stroke and feat of arms."
To Mal: "Same to you, Battle Master, the perfection of a perfect battle, strike, and flawless victory."
To Akkron: "The beauty of knowledge, feel pride in the discovery, to want more, and seek improvement and perfect that little bit of power you wield."
To Sparhawk: "You would be the full embodiment of your order, the perfect knight for all to see themselves as."
To Brother Maynard: "Perfection in knowledge, to see the past that only my gifts can allow you to see, to be the perfect historian."
To You: "Even you, as seen by your boldness in challenging me, the perfect embodiment of the physical and the mental, the warrior and the wizard, direct opposites in perfect harmony. All you have to do is accept me, and all of this trouble can end, peace can be achieved, and uncountable pleasure heaped upon you all."
Tyekanik chuckles deeply, holding his rage so maintaining his large stature, and says, “It’s not the kill that needs perfection, but the opponent and the battle. Though really, even there, what fun is perfect? No. Old god. What you offer is the trap of laziness. An offer for the weak.”
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
"Sai 'lanthresh, Sai 'lanthresh..." Khessa smiles and shakes her head in denial, as if disconsolate by the limitations of the interlocutor, insisting on using the other's real name, just to underline that she knows it (and therefore can use it to gain power over her - actually Khessa has no idea how... but why not bluff?) "There are so many things you don't understand... But I'll explain at least the two most important ones".
"The first: I am Khessa Cabbagefield and I am as free as the blowing wind" the blonde arcane warrior holds the Death Lance and begins to slowly approach. "What I become or obtain, I choose with my free will and I obtain with my choices and efforts. I do not need anyone else to grant it to me".
"The second: if you think I was bold just because I gave you a fair warning..." the tall adventuress tries to move to a useful distance to strike "...you haven't really seen anything yet. Who knows what you'll think, now that, given that you didn't take my warnings into account... I'm starting to treat you the way you deserve!" and she starts trying to stab the androgyne with the Death Lance!
'Goddess or not,' Khessa thinks, starting the fight 'she is not in her dimension now... but in ours. Her power must have limits here - in fact, Flute managed to counter her. I don't think I can kill her, but if I make her suffer enough...maybe I'll force her to go back to where she came from. A pleasure goddess should not like wounds very much - especially if not used to suffer them'.
[[ OOC: can Khessa go on and attack? Or shall we roll for initiative? Or something else happens? ]]
As Khessa finishes her speech Mal starts to laugh, "Barring a certain someone, as I am still getting to know her, why are GODS," the word dripping out of her mouth sarcastically, "so ******* stupid. Let me enlighten you, forgotten worm, I am no Battle Master I do not relish a fight for glory, I am a killer, an assassin, the perfect fight for me is one that no one ever hears about. You know, kind of like this one, no one will ever know, or care really, about the death of some lessor being."
[OOC: depending on Initiative and what not Mal would be bringing up her crossbow to fire.]