Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Aryn will casually walk over to Celaser then walk him past saying, "He's not worth my time." She'll continue a step further out of his line of sight then burn her action surge. (Using fortress ability- I auto crit all attacks when using action surge.) She'll leap into the air as she ignites her flametongue sword and stab it into his back.  With her Arcsword she'll slash at his neck and attempt to decapitate him.

Attack (Fighting spirit for advantage): (1)   25    (2)      29   (3)   21   (4)   20   

Damage:  (1)   9   15    (2)   9    16     (3)   7   13    (4)   11    9    (sneak)   32

 Cedany openly gasps as Jinara slashes at Wymeron's cheek.  Blood wells up and begins to seep from the wound as Wymeron recoils slightly in pain.  At the second slice Wymeron grasps his bloodied cheek closing one eye that is covered in blood. A muttled,  "Please..." is all you hear from the man as blood fills his mouth. He kneels at your feet then he falls prostrate on the ground, a small pool of blood forms as it trickles from his face. 

Celaser chuckles and licks his lips at Wymeron's pain until he hears Jinara's order for his execution.  His eyes widen as the slender elf female slowly steps towards him.  His face turns pale and sweat begins to bead at his temple.  "wait... wait..." he mutters visibly shaking.  Tears begin to fall from his eyes as Aryn passes him and speaks.  Though still shaking, he seems to be calmer until he hears Aryn utter a small phrase and feels the flaming blade pierce through his sternum.  You've seen the blade illuminated before, the flames dancing nearly a foot off the blade at times.  Now, in this room the flames seem to cling desperately to the metal as if the slightest wind could extinguish them.  Blood sprays out from his chest and he coughs up blood and falls to his knees.  He coughs once more before a swift strike to the neck severs his head from his body.  Celaser's eyes roll back and blood pours from the wounds.  Aryn kicks the headless body to the ground freeing her sword and walks back to the front door. 

Cedany Con save:  7

Cedany dry heaves for a moment but manages to keep from vomiting.  Unused to seeing such a display of violence she stares in awe and partial disgust.  She turns to Jinara, "Is this how things normally go?"

Varian watches the display and looks at Jinara with a fatherly compassion.  "All can be arranged." he says softly with a nod.  

He acknowledges Cedany with a deep breath of composure and responds "Aryn has a flair about her that usually ends with a...how should I put this...eccentric display of carnage. Execution is not normally our style, but his assassination of Dain found himself against a tough decision. With Varian giving us fate determination, I made the call. I have to live with that decision. Wymeron was personal. The world outside the temple is very different from the world within."

He turns to Varian "Have him bound in adamantine (I think that was the metal in this room) until arrangements can be made. I want to be present and take ownership when it is finished."

(Oh snap, Jinara went dark.)

"Annnd there it is."  He thinks to himself recalling the sheer rage that he had once.  He would look to Torq and Mucor and say, "Will one of you carry him out for me so I can heal him?" pointing to Dain.  As soon as they are outside he'll use his staff to cast lesser restoration on Dain.

"I see.  I just didn't expect there to be this much blood." Cedany replies.  A DC 16 Insight check would reveal that she isn't opposed to the fate of Celaser or Wymeron, she is simply new to such violence due to her sheltered experience in the temple.  

"Very well." Varian replies then comes closer and whispers.  "We can arrange the process within the next 7 days.  I would caution you that though this spell is highly effective, It is not permanent and could be dispelled.  Give me one moment and we'll take charge of the prisoners."  he adds then exits the room for a minute or two before returning with 4 mages and 2 guards.  The guards grab Wymeron and shackle him.  Unlike traditional shackles the setup placed on Wymeron appears to be more like a piece of armor.  The wearer's right arms is shackled in the front and left arm in the back into a steel gauntlet that prevents each finger from moving.  The process takes a few minutes while Wymeron struggles to resist the multiple persons restraining him.  He glares in anger and fear at Jinara and remains silent.

Assuming someone helps Gaelin, Dain's body is taken outside the room and Gaelin kneels beside his unconscious form.  Summoning a small white orb between his hands Gaelin lowers the orb until it makes contact with Dain's body.  The orb seems to shatter and spread over the body like a cloud of fog creating a dim aura.  The aura dissipates and Dain's eyes flutter open as the poison is removed.  He is still very weak and you have to assist him back into the room.  "Thank you." he says weakly as you set him down in the floor.

Varian turns to the group and says, "And what of this one?  What would you have us do with him?" motioning to Dain.

Mucor would nod and move to carry Dain out of the room. As he does he would pause and look to Cedany "Why don't you come outside with me for a minute and get some fresh air." The elf would then shift Dain up on to his shoulder and carry him outside. Once there he would lay him on the ground and give Gaelin room to work. Mucor would then visibly relax as his shoulders drop and a small smile spreads across his face. "Sorry about all that back there. I know you are new so this is a lot to take in." The elf would say before letting out a long sigh and sitting on the ground. "We do a lot of good work and help a lot of people." he would say as he motions for her to sit down next to him.  "I don't get any pleasure from hurting anyone but... we do what is needed to help those in need and those we care about." Mucor would then place his hand on her shoulder as his smile fades a small bit. "Now... back there.. I do not argue with the sentences given out by Jinara... those are evil men that have done evil things... but also... in this case.. it was deeply personal. We are passionate when it comes to protecting our friends and.. well... I hope you can understand how that might have effected the events inside." Mucor would say as he gives her a quick pat on the shoulder once more while motioning back towards the tower. "If you have any concerns, feel free to talk to me. I am always willing to listen when my friends have a problem." He would add before standing up and dusting  himself off. He would offer her a hand and pull her up to her feet before moving towards gaelin to check on Dain.

(Xtra. I would fine with a Wish but I feel like that is little meta because Jinara would have no idea wish is a thing. He knows polymorph exists and can reasonably assume that a more potent version of the spell would exist as well.)

(@Jinara- completely understand.  Varian is just giving you a general word of caution about near permanent effects of the spell.)

Mucor- Cedany sits and listens intently, her face still a bit pale but excitement still gleams in her eyes.  She occasionally glances over to Gaelin healing Dain, something she is quite familiar with.  Throughout the conversation the color seems to return to her face and her demeanor relaxes.  "Thank you.  I can understand the need for vengeance.  We have all lost friends or families in some form or another and we want answers.  You are a very kind soul." she says with a thankful kiss to the forehead and aids Gaelin carry Dain back in the room.   

Mucor would try to hide the look of terror that crosses his face as she kisses his forehead as he quickly looks back towards the tower where Aryn has just decapitated a man with a flaming sword. 

Mucor- make a Deception check!

(Sorry y'all, I've been on a mini vacation.  Back in action.)

Torq would nod approvingly at the display from both Jinara and Aryn.  He'd stand guard over Wymeron while the others exited until Varian returned with his guards.  He would also admire the contraption that they placed him in and inquire to Varian, "Is that especially made for him or do you have many of those?"  If so may we have one or a couple for our castle?" 

deception! 13

Mucor is mortified that Aryn is going to see him get kissed by another girl and then get murdered... or worse... she might not like him anymore!

Insight:   10

Aryn would be wiping the blood away from her sword while the door reopened with Mucor and the others coming in.  She'd look over with a smile then notice the strange look on his face.

(Will wait to see what Xtra says before posting more.)

Torq- Make a persuasion check!

Varian replies, "We have a stock of them specifically to restrict magic users.  A bit cumbersome to carry around but we have a good supply in the tower.  What would you all like to do with Dain?"  he asks after a moment's pause and points to him sitting on the floor.

Aryn- You don't see what happened behind the closed doors but Mucor's slightly blushed face depicts something occurred that he is trying to hide.  

Jinara chimes in "He needs to finish his statement before Celaser attacked him and answer a few more questions before a decision can be made."

Dain coughs and exhales deeply still shaken from the poison that nearly killed him.  As he speaks he takes pauses to catch his breath, "The siege engines... they won't work without their spells.  Wymeron... Wymeron summons the demons.... and they are demons.  Dark sadistic beings that delight in... in death and torture.  Without those the armies won't have much if any of an advantage.  I don't know anything else... and I accept whatever punishment is bestowed on me." An insight check would reveal he speaks truthfully he's just exhausted.  You can also tell there's a bit of remorse in his words and he appears ashamed of his actions.

Dain's words fall on semi-deaf elf ears while Aryn squints at Mucor trying to peer into his mind.  She'll casually walk over and put on her best unassuming smile to throw him off and whisper in his ear, "Hey, what are you hiding?" and slowly pull away from his ear, her face now displaying a questioning glare.

Deception:  8

"Where were these demons to be summoned from? What plane? Were there any contingency plans if Wymeron did not hold his end?"

Mucor would let out a small snort and give a small nervous smile. "It is nothing. I saw that Cedany seemed shaken up by the events inside the tower and reassured her that we do a great deal of good and that our work is very rewarding. I also let her know that we are very protective of our own and that what happened in the tower was personal..." Mucor would pause as he lowered his voice and places his hand on her shoulder. "After our quick talk, she surprised me... she gave me.. a kiss... right here." he would whisper while pointing to his forehead. "I hope I didn't give her the wrong impression.. I must admit.. When I was a minotaur I never got any kisses.. except from you" He would say wish a smile before his face turned to concern once again. "But now that I am an elf I have been licked and kissed a few times... am I doing something wrong? I don't want to hurt you."

Dain thinks for a moment his breathing still slow and heavy, "Wymeron... he's able to summon them at will it seems... Demons naturally come from the Nine Hells, but some of the creatures conjured... appeared to have undead qualities and were... shrouded in darkness, perhaps some came from Shadowfell. IF there were any contingency plans, I was not around for them."