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(Cut for Arch.)

He keeps shaking the cage, and he roars yet again. He scales glow like molten lava, and the two pit fiends both take 46 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)

 The hellfire cage seems to have a magical barrier around it, keeping most damage from going through. They take a quarter of the damage, and snarl.

Each of them back 100 feet from the cage, using exclusively magic to levitate it now. It’s much slower, but it’s safer and they’ll soon be approaching the trench.

 He growls at them, then exhales a torrent of flame 300 feet wide at them. They both take 118 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance). DC 26 Dex save for half.

 Neither of them can make that, and only on of them is hit as they’re on opposite sides. They’re descending into the trench now, one of them quite burnt. Ragnaris can see a ledge and the Trench’s overhang connected together by white hot adamantine bars, forming a sort of small cavern prison, just small enough that Ragnaris wouldn’t be comfortable in it, but could fit. There isn’t any apparent door to it, and on the rock above there is an inscription reading Ragnaris’ name. They are only a few hundred feet from the prison.

more cages like it decorate the sides of the trench, with the stone spire rising from the unseen, dark bottom all the way to about half up to the top of Nessus, a layer of rock in which many streams of freezing water fall through like rain, turning to mist a hundred feet into the descent, forming a cloud lair. Ragnaris can guess the spire, truly enormous and thousands of feet thick, is the residence of Asmodeus, king of Hell.

 Ragnaris is still defiant towards the fiends, and this time he casts flesh to stone on the one he hit with his flames. They must now succeed on a DC 30 Con save.

 The pit fiend screeches as the spell hits them.

save: 29

 The pit fiend drops, and so does the cage, at least partially. The other one tries to keep it up by moving closer and using increased magic force, not 25 feet away. Two bone devils resting on a nearby ledge dive down after the pit fiend, trying to catch up to catch them.

 (The pit fiend must make Con saves until they rack up either three successes or three failures.)

Ragnaris smiles cruelly as this happens, then looks at the other one, rage burning in his eyes. They must succeed on a DC 23 Wis save or become frightened of him.

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*Im going to assume the guy is dead.*
Rag walks back to the dome, ignoring everything around him. He finally stops suppressing the message his grandfather sent to him. He begins to cry, his face unmoving but tears simply flowing down. He grabs the reality tear he made earlier and reopens it. Athletics:46

 He finds himself back in the outside area of Abaddon’s court, the doors shut. The windows are dark, hard to tell what’s going on. But noises come from the building.

(by the way, there are more than just those two rooms in Abaddon’s court, there are several but those are just the main two connected to the entry hall he escaped from)

 He grabs the door and begins to pull, planning to tear apart the walls and take the doors off of their hinges, gritting his teeth and pulling with all the force he can muster. Athletics:34

 The doors rip open, leading to the main hall. In the main hall are several other stone doors and one at the end of the hall, where the two big court rooms reside. Noises are coming from there. These doors aren’t locked.

 He opens the door with the noises behind it, if anyone gets in his way to stop them he simply looks at them, silently, his rage burning hotter than almost anything around him.

 The only two people in the room are a bloody looking Abaddon, and an unscathed Astaroth. Abaddon is collecting loose papers from his desk and Astaroth is close by, cleaning a deep wound on Abaddon’s neck. If you try to be stealthy, DC 30 stealth check to beat Abaddon’s perception.

 He immediately walks to where he can be seen by the both of them, his holds Jylek's Great-axe to his side and His great sword in his other hand. His voice is gravely and rough "Release my grandfather." His voice as immovable as stone and as powerful as a god. He looks them both in the eyes "I am not in the mood for your idiocy."

 Abaddon turns, surprised to see him, which makes Astaroth flinch as they’re bandaging the wound.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. They agreed to the terms to help you in a trial by combat, you lost, they are now suffering a punishment instead of you. In fact, you should join them. Wouldn’t that be nice? A grandson grandfather reunion? Don’t get me wrong you will both be suffering, but at least you’ll be together! Ba-Ha-HAA!” He laughs.

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(Cut for Arch.)

He keeps shaking the cage, and he roars yet again. He scales glow like molten lava, and the two pit fiends both take 46 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)

 The hellfire cage seems to have a magical barrier around it, keeping most damage from going through. They take a quarter of the damage, and snarl.

Each of them back 100 feet from the cage, using exclusively magic to levitate it now. It’s much slower, but it’s safer and they’ll soon be approaching the trench.

 He growls at them, then exhales a torrent of flame 300 feet wide at them. They both take 118 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance). DC 26 Dex save for half.

 Neither of them can make that, and only on of them is hit as they’re on opposite sides. They’re descending into the trench now, one of them quite burnt. Ragnaris can see a ledge and the Trench’s overhang connected together by white hot adamantine bars, forming a sort of small cavern prison, just small enough that Ragnaris wouldn’t be comfortable in it, but could fit. There isn’t any apparent door to it, and on the rock above there is an inscription reading Ragnaris’ name. They are only a few hundred feet from the prison.

more cages like it decorate the sides of the trench, with the stone spire rising from the unseen, dark bottom all the way to about half up to the top of Nessus, a layer of rock in which many streams of freezing water fall through like rain, turning to mist a hundred feet into the descent, forming a cloud lair. Ragnaris can guess the spire, truly enormous and thousands of feet thick, is the residence of Asmodeus, king of Hell.

 Ragnaris is still defiant towards the fiends, and this time he casts flesh to stone on the one he hit with his flames. They must now succeed on a DC 30 Con save.

 The pit fiend screeches as the spell hits them.

save: 29

 The pit fiend drops, and so does the cage, at least partially. The other one tries to keep it up by moving closer and using increased magic force, not 25 feet away. Two bone devils resting on a nearby ledge dive down after the pit fiend, trying to catch up to catch them.

 (The pit fiend must make Con saves until they rack up either three successes or three failures.)

Ragnaris smiles cruelly as this happens, then looks at the other one, rage burning in his eyes. They must succeed on a DC 23 Wis save or become frightened of him.

 *just gonna say they fail*

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*Im going to assume the guy is dead.*
Rag walks back to the dome, ignoring everything around him. He finally stops suppressing the message his grandfather sent to him. He begins to cry, his face unmoving but tears simply flowing down. He grabs the reality tear he made earlier and reopens it. Athletics:46

 He finds himself back in the outside area of Abaddon’s court, the doors shut. The windows are dark, hard to tell what’s going on. But noises come from the building.

(by the way, there are more than just those two rooms in Abaddon’s court, there are several but those are just the main two connected to the entry hall he escaped from)

 He grabs the door and begins to pull, planning to tear apart the walls and take the doors off of their hinges, gritting his teeth and pulling with all the force he can muster. Athletics:34

 The doors rip open, leading to the main hall. In the main hall are several other stone doors and one at the end of the hall, where the two big court rooms reside. Noises are coming from there. These doors aren’t locked.

 He opens the door with the noises behind it, if anyone gets in his way to stop them he simply looks at them, silently, his rage burning hotter than almost anything around him.

 The only two people in the room are a bloody looking Abaddon, and an unscathed Astaroth. Abaddon is collecting loose papers from his desk and Astaroth is close by, cleaning a deep wound on Abaddon’s neck. If you try to be stealthy, DC 30 stealth check to beat Abaddon’s perception.

 He immediately walks to where he can be seen by the both of them, his holds Jylek's Great-axe to his side and His great sword in his other hand. His voice is gravely and rough "Release my grandfather." His voice as immovable as stone and as powerful as a god. He looks them both in the eyes "I am not in the mood for your idiocy."

 Abaddon turns, surprised to see him, which makes Astaroth flinch as they’re bandaging the wound.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. They agreed to the terms to help you in a trial by combat, you lost, they are now suffering a punishment instead of you. In fact, you should join them. Wouldn’t that be nice? A grandson grandfather reunion? Don’t get me wrong you will both be suffering, but at least you’ll be together! Ba-Ha-HAA!” He laughs.

 "I am going to start killing innocents unless my grandfather is released. No one will be spared." He walks over to Abaddon, the ground shaking with every step he takes as he moves and he looks Abaddon in the eyes "Do you want to test me on that claim?" *Like I said, Rag is ready to crash out.*

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(Cut for Arch.)

He keeps shaking the cage, and he roars yet again. He scales glow like molten lava, and the two pit fiends both take 46 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)

 The hellfire cage seems to have a magical barrier around it, keeping most damage from going through. They take a quarter of the damage, and snarl.

Each of them back 100 feet from the cage, using exclusively magic to levitate it now. It’s much slower, but it’s safer and they’ll soon be approaching the trench.

 He growls at them, then exhales a torrent of flame 300 feet wide at them. They both take 118 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance). DC 26 Dex save for half.

 Neither of them can make that, and only on of them is hit as they’re on opposite sides. They’re descending into the trench now, one of them quite burnt. Ragnaris can see a ledge and the Trench’s overhang connected together by white hot adamantine bars, forming a sort of small cavern prison, just small enough that Ragnaris wouldn’t be comfortable in it, but could fit. There isn’t any apparent door to it, and on the rock above there is an inscription reading Ragnaris’ name. They are only a few hundred feet from the prison.

more cages like it decorate the sides of the trench, with the stone spire rising from the unseen, dark bottom all the way to about half up to the top of Nessus, a layer of rock in which many streams of freezing water fall through like rain, turning to mist a hundred feet into the descent, forming a cloud lair. Ragnaris can guess the spire, truly enormous and thousands of feet thick, is the residence of Asmodeus, king of Hell.

 Ragnaris is still defiant towards the fiends, and this time he casts flesh to stone on the one he hit with his flames. They must now succeed on a DC 30 Con save.

 The pit fiend screeches as the spell hits them.

save: 29

 The pit fiend drops, and so does the cage, at least partially. The other one tries to keep it up by moving closer and using increased magic force, not 25 feet away. Two bone devils resting on a nearby ledge dive down after the pit fiend, trying to catch up to catch them.

 (The pit fiend must make Con saves until they rack up either three successes or three failures.)

Ragnaris smiles cruelly as this happens, then looks at the other one, rage burning in his eyes. They must succeed on a DC 23 Wis save or become frightened of him.

 *just gonna say they fail*

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 The Pit fiend shrieks in terror as they drop the cage, flying back a few feet. A dozen other bone devils go to try and catch it but it plummets too quickly, into the darkness below. They dive after it, just a bit behind, determined to catch it. More devils from the sides of the ledges join in, most of them not fast enough.

*just saying, it takes 9 days to fall to the bottom of this trench from the top of it*

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*Im going to assume the guy is dead.*
Rag walks back to the dome, ignoring everything around him. He finally stops suppressing the message his grandfather sent to him. He begins to cry, his face unmoving but tears simply flowing down. He grabs the reality tear he made earlier and reopens it. Athletics:46

 He finds himself back in the outside area of Abaddon’s court, the doors shut. The windows are dark, hard to tell what’s going on. But noises come from the building.

(by the way, there are more than just those two rooms in Abaddon’s court, there are several but those are just the main two connected to the entry hall he escaped from)

 He grabs the door and begins to pull, planning to tear apart the walls and take the doors off of their hinges, gritting his teeth and pulling with all the force he can muster. Athletics:34

 The doors rip open, leading to the main hall. In the main hall are several other stone doors and one at the end of the hall, where the two big court rooms reside. Noises are coming from there. These doors aren’t locked.

 He opens the door with the noises behind it, if anyone gets in his way to stop them he simply looks at them, silently, his rage burning hotter than almost anything around him.

 The only two people in the room are a bloody looking Abaddon, and an unscathed Astaroth. Abaddon is collecting loose papers from his desk and Astaroth is close by, cleaning a deep wound on Abaddon’s neck. If you try to be stealthy, DC 30 stealth check to beat Abaddon’s perception.

 He immediately walks to where he can be seen by the both of them, his holds Jylek's Great-axe to his side and His great sword in his other hand. His voice is gravely and rough "Release my grandfather." His voice as immovable as stone and as powerful as a god. He looks them both in the eyes "I am not in the mood for your idiocy."

 Abaddon turns, surprised to see him, which makes Astaroth flinch as they’re bandaging the wound.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. They agreed to the terms to help you in a trial by combat, you lost, they are now suffering a punishment instead of you. In fact, you should join them. Wouldn’t that be nice? A grandson grandfather reunion? Don’t get me wrong you will both be suffering, but at least you’ll be together! Ba-Ha-HAA!” He laughs.

 "I am going to start killing innocents unless my grandfather is released. No one will be spared." He walks over to Abaddon, the ground shaking with every step he takes as he moves and he looks Abaddon in the eyes "Do you want to test me on that claim?" *Like I said, Rag is ready to crash out.*

 “You, roach… ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO BE MAKING DEMANDS.”  He screams as every door in the court room slams shut, locks, and is magically and physically reinforced with every binding imaginable.

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(Cut for Arch.)

He keeps shaking the cage, and he roars yet again. He scales glow like molten lava, and the two pit fiends both take 46 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)

 The hellfire cage seems to have a magical barrier around it, keeping most damage from going through. They take a quarter of the damage, and snarl.

Each of them back 100 feet from the cage, using exclusively magic to levitate it now. It’s much slower, but it’s safer and they’ll soon be approaching the trench.

 He growls at them, then exhales a torrent of flame 300 feet wide at them. They both take 118 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance). DC 26 Dex save for half.

 Neither of them can make that, and only on of them is hit as they’re on opposite sides. They’re descending into the trench now, one of them quite burnt. Ragnaris can see a ledge and the Trench’s overhang connected together by white hot adamantine bars, forming a sort of small cavern prison, just small enough that Ragnaris wouldn’t be comfortable in it, but could fit. There isn’t any apparent door to it, and on the rock above there is an inscription reading Ragnaris’ name. They are only a few hundred feet from the prison.

more cages like it decorate the sides of the trench, with the stone spire rising from the unseen, dark bottom all the way to about half up to the top of Nessus, a layer of rock in which many streams of freezing water fall through like rain, turning to mist a hundred feet into the descent, forming a cloud lair. Ragnaris can guess the spire, truly enormous and thousands of feet thick, is the residence of Asmodeus, king of Hell.

 Ragnaris is still defiant towards the fiends, and this time he casts flesh to stone on the one he hit with his flames. They must now succeed on a DC 30 Con save.

 The pit fiend screeches as the spell hits them.

save: 29

 The pit fiend drops, and so does the cage, at least partially. The other one tries to keep it up by moving closer and using increased magic force, not 25 feet away. Two bone devils resting on a nearby ledge dive down after the pit fiend, trying to catch up to catch them.

 (The pit fiend must make Con saves until they rack up either three successes or three failures.)

Ragnaris smiles cruelly as this happens, then looks at the other one, rage burning in his eyes. They must succeed on a DC 23 Wis save or become frightened of him.

 *just gonna say they fail*

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 The fiend hit with the petrification spell turns into a stone statue. (The devils have one minute to break Ragnaris's concentration before they're like that for pretty much forever. Also, their weight increases by a factor of 10.)

Ragnaris can see the fear in the other fiend's eyes, and he roars at them, attempting to scare them half to death.

 *responded to what happens, ninjaed you, sorry*

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*Im going to assume the guy is dead.*
Rag walks back to the dome, ignoring everything around him. He finally stops suppressing the message his grandfather sent to him. He begins to cry, his face unmoving but tears simply flowing down. He grabs the reality tear he made earlier and reopens it. Athletics:46

 He finds himself back in the outside area of Abaddon’s court, the doors shut. The windows are dark, hard to tell what’s going on. But noises come from the building.

(by the way, there are more than just those two rooms in Abaddon’s court, there are several but those are just the main two connected to the entry hall he escaped from)

 He grabs the door and begins to pull, planning to tear apart the walls and take the doors off of their hinges, gritting his teeth and pulling with all the force he can muster. Athletics:34

 The doors rip open, leading to the main hall. In the main hall are several other stone doors and one at the end of the hall, where the two big court rooms reside. Noises are coming from there. These doors aren’t locked.

 He opens the door with the noises behind it, if anyone gets in his way to stop them he simply looks at them, silently, his rage burning hotter than almost anything around him.

 The only two people in the room are a bloody looking Abaddon, and an unscathed Astaroth. Abaddon is collecting loose papers from his desk and Astaroth is close by, cleaning a deep wound on Abaddon’s neck. If you try to be stealthy, DC 30 stealth check to beat Abaddon’s perception.

 He immediately walks to where he can be seen by the both of them, his holds Jylek's Great-axe to his side and His great sword in his other hand. His voice is gravely and rough "Release my grandfather." His voice as immovable as stone and as powerful as a god. He looks them both in the eyes "I am not in the mood for your idiocy."

 Abaddon turns, surprised to see him, which makes Astaroth flinch as they’re bandaging the wound.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. They agreed to the terms to help you in a trial by combat, you lost, they are now suffering a punishment instead of you. In fact, you should join them. Wouldn’t that be nice? A grandson grandfather reunion? Don’t get me wrong you will both be suffering, but at least you’ll be together! Ba-Ha-HAA!” He laughs.

 "I am going to start killing innocents unless my grandfather is released. No one will be spared." He walks over to Abaddon, the ground shaking with every step he takes as he moves and he looks Abaddon in the eyes "Do you want to test me on that claim?" *Like I said, Rag is ready to crash out.*

 “You, roach… ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO BE MAKING DEMANDS.”  He screams as every door in the court room slams shut, locks, and is magically and physically reinforced with every binding imaginable.

 A bit of a smirk appears on his face as he walks back to the door and begins pulling, Abaddon begins to hear a popping sound, not coming from Rag but from the door as it begins to open, his strength tearing it apart "Looks like you did want to test me.". Athletics:38

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(Cut for Arch.)

He keeps shaking the cage, and he roars yet again. He scales glow like molten lava, and the two pit fiends both take 46 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)

 The hellfire cage seems to have a magical barrier around it, keeping most damage from going through. They take a quarter of the damage, and snarl.

Each of them back 100 feet from the cage, using exclusively magic to levitate it now. It’s much slower, but it’s safer and they’ll soon be approaching the trench.

 He growls at them, then exhales a torrent of flame 300 feet wide at them. They both take 118 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance). DC 26 Dex save for half.

 Neither of them can make that, and only on of them is hit as they’re on opposite sides. They’re descending into the trench now, one of them quite burnt. Ragnaris can see a ledge and the Trench’s overhang connected together by white hot adamantine bars, forming a sort of small cavern prison, just small enough that Ragnaris wouldn’t be comfortable in it, but could fit. There isn’t any apparent door to it, and on the rock above there is an inscription reading Ragnaris’ name. They are only a few hundred feet from the prison.

more cages like it decorate the sides of the trench, with the stone spire rising from the unseen, dark bottom all the way to about half up to the top of Nessus, a layer of rock in which many streams of freezing water fall through like rain, turning to mist a hundred feet into the descent, forming a cloud lair. Ragnaris can guess the spire, truly enormous and thousands of feet thick, is the residence of Asmodeus, king of Hell.

 Ragnaris is still defiant towards the fiends, and this time he casts flesh to stone on the one he hit with his flames. They must now succeed on a DC 30 Con save.

 The pit fiend screeches as the spell hits them.

save: 29

 The pit fiend drops, and so does the cage, at least partially. The other one tries to keep it up by moving closer and using increased magic force, not 25 feet away. Two bone devils resting on a nearby ledge dive down after the pit fiend, trying to catch up to catch them.

 (The pit fiend must make Con saves until they rack up either three successes or three failures.)

Ragnaris smiles cruelly as this happens, then looks at the other one, rage burning in his eyes. They must succeed on a DC 23 Wis save or become frightened of him.

 *just gonna say they fail*

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 The Pit fiend shrieks in terror as they drop the cage, flying back a few feet. A dozen other bone devils go to try and catch it but it plummets too quickly, into the darkness below. They dive after it, just a bit behind, determined to catch it. More devils from the sides of the ledges join in, most of them not fast enough.

*just saying, it takes 9 days to fall to the bottom of this trench from the top of it*

 Ragnaris roars at the devils that attempt to catch the cage, trying to scare them away. He knows he will die, but he doesn't care. He would rather have it this way instead of eternal torture.

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*Im going to assume the guy is dead.*
Rag walks back to the dome, ignoring everything around him. He finally stops suppressing the message his grandfather sent to him. He begins to cry, his face unmoving but tears simply flowing down. He grabs the reality tear he made earlier and reopens it. Athletics:46

 He finds himself back in the outside area of Abaddon’s court, the doors shut. The windows are dark, hard to tell what’s going on. But noises come from the building.

(by the way, there are more than just those two rooms in Abaddon’s court, there are several but those are just the main two connected to the entry hall he escaped from)

 He grabs the door and begins to pull, planning to tear apart the walls and take the doors off of their hinges, gritting his teeth and pulling with all the force he can muster. Athletics:34

 The doors rip open, leading to the main hall. In the main hall are several other stone doors and one at the end of the hall, where the two big court rooms reside. Noises are coming from there. These doors aren’t locked.

 He opens the door with the noises behind it, if anyone gets in his way to stop them he simply looks at them, silently, his rage burning hotter than almost anything around him.

 The only two people in the room are a bloody looking Abaddon, and an unscathed Astaroth. Abaddon is collecting loose papers from his desk and Astaroth is close by, cleaning a deep wound on Abaddon’s neck. If you try to be stealthy, DC 30 stealth check to beat Abaddon’s perception.

 He immediately walks to where he can be seen by the both of them, his holds Jylek's Great-axe to his side and His great sword in his other hand. His voice is gravely and rough "Release my grandfather." His voice as immovable as stone and as powerful as a god. He looks them both in the eyes "I am not in the mood for your idiocy."

 Abaddon turns, surprised to see him, which makes Astaroth flinch as they’re bandaging the wound.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. They agreed to the terms to help you in a trial by combat, you lost, they are now suffering a punishment instead of you. In fact, you should join them. Wouldn’t that be nice? A grandson grandfather reunion? Don’t get me wrong you will both be suffering, but at least you’ll be together! Ba-Ha-HAA!” He laughs.

 "I am going to start killing innocents unless my grandfather is released. No one will be spared." He walks over to Abaddon, the ground shaking with every step he takes as he moves and he looks Abaddon in the eyes "Do you want to test me on that claim?" *Like I said, Rag is ready to crash out.*

 “You, roach… ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO BE MAKING DEMANDS.”  He screams as every door in the court room slams shut, locks, and is magically and physically reinforced with every binding imaginable.

 A bit of a smirk appears on his face as he walks back to the door and begins pulling, Abaddon begins to hear a popping sound, not coming from Rag but from the door as it begins to open, his strength tearing it apart "Looks like you did want to test me.". Athletics:38

 The door, with its new enchantments and protections, doesn’t budge. Abaddon grins, and opens his mouth, savoring the moment before he calls the guard.

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*Im going to assume the guy is dead.*
Rag walks back to the dome, ignoring everything around him. He finally stops suppressing the message his grandfather sent to him. He begins to cry, his face unmoving but tears simply flowing down. He grabs the reality tear he made earlier and reopens it. Athletics:46

 He finds himself back in the outside area of Abaddon’s court, the doors shut. The windows are dark, hard to tell what’s going on. But noises come from the building.

(by the way, there are more than just those two rooms in Abaddon’s court, there are several but those are just the main two connected to the entry hall he escaped from)

 He grabs the door and begins to pull, planning to tear apart the walls and take the doors off of their hinges, gritting his teeth and pulling with all the force he can muster. Athletics:34

 The doors rip open, leading to the main hall. In the main hall are several other stone doors and one at the end of the hall, where the two big court rooms reside. Noises are coming from there. These doors aren’t locked.

 He opens the door with the noises behind it, if anyone gets in his way to stop them he simply looks at them, silently, his rage burning hotter than almost anything around him.

 The only two people in the room are a bloody looking Abaddon, and an unscathed Astaroth. Abaddon is collecting loose papers from his desk and Astaroth is close by, cleaning a deep wound on Abaddon’s neck. If you try to be stealthy, DC 30 stealth check to beat Abaddon’s perception.

 He immediately walks to where he can be seen by the both of them, his holds Jylek's Great-axe to his side and His great sword in his other hand. His voice is gravely and rough "Release my grandfather." His voice as immovable as stone and as powerful as a god. He looks them both in the eyes "I am not in the mood for your idiocy."

 Abaddon turns, surprised to see him, which makes Astaroth flinch as they’re bandaging the wound.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. They agreed to the terms to help you in a trial by combat, you lost, they are now suffering a punishment instead of you. In fact, you should join them. Wouldn’t that be nice? A grandson grandfather reunion? Don’t get me wrong you will both be suffering, but at least you’ll be together! Ba-Ha-HAA!” He laughs.

 "I am going to start killing innocents unless my grandfather is released. No one will be spared." He walks over to Abaddon, the ground shaking with every step he takes as he moves and he looks Abaddon in the eyes "Do you want to test me on that claim?" *Like I said, Rag is ready to crash out.*

 “You, roach… ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO BE MAKING DEMANDS.”  He screams as every door in the court room slams shut, locks, and is magically and physically reinforced with every binding imaginable.

 A bit of a smirk appears on his face as he walks back to the door and begins pulling, Abaddon begins to hear a popping sound, not coming from Rag but from the door as it begins to open, his strength tearing it apart "Looks like you did want to test me.". Athletics:38

 The door, with its new enchantments and protections, doesn’t budge. Abaddon grins, and opens his mouth, savoring the moment before he calls the guard.

(DC 40)

 He chuckles a bit "Sorry lets give that one more try." He lifts up a gargantuan foot and slams it against the door with an explosion of force. Athletics:49

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*Im going to assume the guy is dead.*
Rag walks back to the dome, ignoring everything around him. He finally stops suppressing the message his grandfather sent to him. He begins to cry, his face unmoving but tears simply flowing down. He grabs the reality tear he made earlier and reopens it. Athletics:46

 He finds himself back in the outside area of Abaddon’s court, the doors shut. The windows are dark, hard to tell what’s going on. But noises come from the building.

(by the way, there are more than just those two rooms in Abaddon’s court, there are several but those are just the main two connected to the entry hall he escaped from)

 He grabs the door and begins to pull, planning to tear apart the walls and take the doors off of their hinges, gritting his teeth and pulling with all the force he can muster. Athletics:34

 The doors rip open, leading to the main hall. In the main hall are several other stone doors and one at the end of the hall, where the two big court rooms reside. Noises are coming from there. These doors aren’t locked.

 He opens the door with the noises behind it, if anyone gets in his way to stop them he simply looks at them, silently, his rage burning hotter than almost anything around him.

 The only two people in the room are a bloody looking Abaddon, and an unscathed Astaroth. Abaddon is collecting loose papers from his desk and Astaroth is close by, cleaning a deep wound on Abaddon’s neck. If you try to be stealthy, DC 30 stealth check to beat Abaddon’s perception.

 He immediately walks to where he can be seen by the both of them, his holds Jylek's Great-axe to his side and His great sword in his other hand. His voice is gravely and rough "Release my grandfather." His voice as immovable as stone and as powerful as a god. He looks them both in the eyes "I am not in the mood for your idiocy."

 Abaddon turns, surprised to see him, which makes Astaroth flinch as they’re bandaging the wound.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. They agreed to the terms to help you in a trial by combat, you lost, they are now suffering a punishment instead of you. In fact, you should join them. Wouldn’t that be nice? A grandson grandfather reunion? Don’t get me wrong you will both be suffering, but at least you’ll be together! Ba-Ha-HAA!” He laughs.

 "I am going to start killing innocents unless my grandfather is released. No one will be spared." He walks over to Abaddon, the ground shaking with every step he takes as he moves and he looks Abaddon in the eyes "Do you want to test me on that claim?" *Like I said, Rag is ready to crash out.*

 “You, roach… ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO BE MAKING DEMANDS.”  He screams as every door in the court room slams shut, locks, and is magically and physically reinforced with every binding imaginable.

 A bit of a smirk appears on his face as he walks back to the door and begins pulling, Abaddon begins to hear a popping sound, not coming from Rag but from the door as it begins to open, his strength tearing it apart "Looks like you did want to test me.". Athletics:38

 The door, with its new enchantments and protections, doesn’t budge. Abaddon grins, and opens his mouth, savoring the moment before he calls the guard.

(DC 40)

 He chuckles a bit "Sorry lets give that one more try." He lifts up a gargantuan foot and slams it against the door with an explosion of force. Athletics:49

 He growls and calls a hideous shriek echoing throughout the building.

”GUARDS!” He screams, numerous pit fiends appearing, and blocking his entrance. At the end of the hall are three, a few feet taller than the rest and equipped with halberds made from some black metal. Their horns are bigger, scales are darker, and their tusks are larger and sharper.

(Quick question: How many times was Astaroth killed in the fight?)

the dome begins to slowly fall apart. it's walls flaking and disappearing in puffs of ashes.

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 *…like 6-7 times I think? As long as Abaddon is alive they can just keep coming back*

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the dome begins to slowly fall apart. it's walls flaking and disappearing in puffs of ashes.

 Lonely looks up from their little ball of sorrow and looks to the sky, slightly confused.

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 He growls and calls a hideous shriek echoing throughout the building.

”GUARDS!” He screams, numerous pit fiends appearing, and blocking his entrance. At the end of the hall are three, a few feet taller than the rest and equipped with halberds made from some black metal. Their horns are bigger, scales are darker, and their tusks are larger and sharper.

 He cracks his knuckles and neck "If you enjoy living you will get out of my way. If you are suicidal stay here." He tightens his grip on his two weapons and charge the group. He swings a sweeping attack with the axe to get two in one go and swings the sword down to hit another. *Sweeping attack, martial initiate.*

To hit:37 42 Damage:32 19 21

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 He growls and calls a hideous shriek echoing throughout the building.

”GUARDS!” He screams, numerous pit fiends appearing, and blocking his entrance. At the end of the hall are three, a few feet taller than the rest and equipped with halberds made from some black metal. Their horns are bigger, scales are darker, and their tusks are larger and sharper.

 He cracks his knuckles and neck "If you enjoy living you will get out of my way. If you are suicidal stay here." He tightens his grip on his two weapons and charge the group. He swings a sweeping attack with the axe to get two in one go and swings the sword down to hit another. *Sweeping attack, martial initiate.*

To hit:37 34 Damage:27 19 28

 All of the attacks hit, piercing their scaly flesh and sending them flying a few feet back. Gonna roll a group attack for the regular ones.

to hit: 28 damage: 53

and now each of the special ones will attack alone, swinging their halberds with expert precision.

to hit: 30 damage: 42 piercing, magical.

to hit: 33 damage: 36 piercing, magical.

to hit: 27 damage: 29 piercing, magical.

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the dome begins to slowly fall apart. it's walls flaking and disappearing in puffs of ashes.

 Lonely looks up from their little ball of sorrow and looks to the sky, slightly confused.

 a boy suddenly sits next to them. they look elvish, with bright pale skin, a long scarf covers their face partially and they wear a long winter coat. he shivers and huddles next to lonley seeking warmth.