”wow… I didn’t see you do it the first time… how?”
"I don't know, sheer strength and will? I don't really cast spells." He walks through the tear and looks around.
“Wow…” the tear leads back through to the area of the dome. The pit fiend follows.
"Abaddon will come for me. I need you to go inform him I escaped." He tosses him a bag of holding "Hide the sword in there."
He does so.
”he might know that I helped you… my contract with him is magic, maybe he know that I broke it?… if he learns I let you escape I would die… maybe. I’ll try…”
"You didn't help me at all. You didn't do anything except follow where I went. If things begin turning sour use that sword, it'll help you alot." He sits down "You could just lead me back to Abaddon's office too, it's safer for you."
“Well… not stopping you counts as aiding you in the eyes of the law here. But why on the River Styx would you need to go to Abaddon’s office?”
"Because I want Abaddon dead, or at least I want my grandfather back. Either way you said either Abaddon or his boyfriend know where my grandfather is."
“True… wait, Abaddon and who?”
"The guy he calls his executioner. I could see it immediately. if you don't believe me on anything else believe me on that."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Ragnaris, who is still falling, checks to make sure there are no other demons trying to catch the cage.
Perception: 42
There are hundreds, from all sides of the miles wide chasm, diving towards them at breakneck speeds. Some are catching up, no longer afraid of him. Or just more afraid of the devil living in the spire right over there.
(If he uses his Flame Breath, about how many would he hit?)
Flame Breath recharge: 4
*at least a quarter of them, probably. But there are a looooot of them, around 10 percent being pit fiends*
He casts maddening darkness, and centers it where the demons are grouped closest together. Any of them within a 60 foot sphere must succeed on a DC 30 Wis save or take 43 psychic damage.
(I know the demons have Devil's Sight, but it's a big AoE spell that deals some decent damage.)
Many of the devils perish or fall from the sky, before catching themselves on the rocks or with their wings. Others, like bone and horned devils, dive out of the darkness. (None of the devils here can make that save.
The others dive towards the cage, and some are emerging from caves below to catch the cage as well.
Flame Breath recharge: 3
He then casts circle of death on the next largest group. Any of them in a 60 foot sphere take 23 necrotic damage. DC 30 Con save for half.
Same thing happens, many fall out of the sky.
Ragnaris can feel some sort of dark presence emerging from the spire. Powerful, dangerous, and very monstrous. It looks out of a window Rag doesn’t think was there before and watches the fight. He can’t tell what it is.
Flame Breath recharge: 2
Ragnaris eyes it for a split second, then returns to his current task. (Would it be possible for him to dimension door the cage 500 feet back up to buy some more time? The description says 'you can bring along objects as long as their weight doesn't exceed what you can carry', and I think as a Gargantuan creature he should be able to carry the cage.) He casts synaptic static in the next largest group. Any creature within a 20 foot sphere takes 29 psychic damage, and has muddled thoughs. DC 30 Int save for half damage and no muddled thoughs.
(Yeah, you can dimension door it)
the figure waves a shadowy hand as they watch Ragnaris cast the spell, counterspelling it with ease. Let’s play a game, here. The devil horde needs to take one more minute before catching Ragnaris (Ten rounds) and it has, say, 500 hitpoints before it disperses to a point they can’t lift the cage anymore. So you have to get rid of it or be caught, with that shadowy figure helping the horde.
(The Flame Breath recharge was a 5 before so I'll take that.)
Ragnaris narrows his eyes at the shadowy figure. He then uses a legendary action to use Arcane Spear on the horde, which takes 12 multiplied by 10 force damage.
His scales then begin to glow red hot. Any creatures with 15 of him automatically take 61 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
And to finish up, he use his Flame Breath to cause any creatures in a 300 foot cone to take 117 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance). DC 28 Dex save for half.
(Here's the post with the fixed rolls.)
The devil horde is extremely injured, hundreds falling from the sky and many others fleeing. They get closer in greater numbers. (They automatically fail saves)
the shadowy figure holds out their hand to the dark glass of the window, and echoes of ancient, unseeable power rebound throughout the chasm as they cast what is basically a heal spell, summoning hundreds more devils all around them and healing 100 hitpoints.
Fire Breath recharge: 5
Ragnaris growls at the figure, then uses Arcane Spear again. The horde takes 20 multiplied by 10 force damage. He then casts spirit of death at the 9th level. (Will use counterspell if the figure attempts to counterspell this action.)
His scales again begin to glow, and any creature within 15 feet of him takes 53 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
The spirit he conjured appears in the middle of the horde and makes four attacks with its scythe against it.
Attack #1: 28
Damage: 15 necrotic
Attack #2: 31
Damage: 19
Attack #3: 40
Damage: 27
Attack #4: 24
Damage: 20
All attacks hit, dealing considerable damage to the horde. They descend closer.
the figure does not counterspell, figuring he knows her game. Instead, she casts an antimagic field around the cage.
(So what happens to the spirit? It's outside of the sphere, and I don't think antimagic field ends concentration.)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris, who is still falling, checks to make sure there are no other demons trying to catch the cage.
Perception: 42
There are hundreds, from all sides of the miles wide chasm, diving towards them at breakneck speeds. Some are catching up, no longer afraid of him. Or just more afraid of the devil living in the spire right over there.
(If he uses his Flame Breath, about how many would he hit?)
Flame Breath recharge: 4
*at least a quarter of them, probably. But there are a looooot of them, around 10 percent being pit fiends*
He casts maddening darkness, and centers it where the demons are grouped closest together. Any of them within a 60 foot sphere must succeed on a DC 30 Wis save or take 43 psychic damage.
(I know the demons have Devil's Sight, but it's a big AoE spell that deals some decent damage.)
Many of the devils perish or fall from the sky, before catching themselves on the rocks or with their wings. Others, like bone and horned devils, dive out of the darkness. (None of the devils here can make that save.
The others dive towards the cage, and some are emerging from caves below to catch the cage as well.
Flame Breath recharge: 3
He then casts circle of death on the next largest group. Any of them in a 60 foot sphere take 23 necrotic damage. DC 30 Con save for half.
Same thing happens, many fall out of the sky.
Ragnaris can feel some sort of dark presence emerging from the spire. Powerful, dangerous, and very monstrous. It looks out of a window Rag doesn’t think was there before and watches the fight. He can’t tell what it is.
Flame Breath recharge: 2
Ragnaris eyes it for a split second, then returns to his current task. (Would it be possible for him to dimension door the cage 500 feet back up to buy some more time? The description says 'you can bring along objects as long as their weight doesn't exceed what you can carry', and I think as a Gargantuan creature he should be able to carry the cage.) He casts synaptic static in the next largest group. Any creature within a 20 foot sphere takes 29 psychic damage, and has muddled thoughs. DC 30 Int save for half damage and no muddled thoughs.
(Yeah, you can dimension door it)
the figure waves a shadowy hand as they watch Ragnaris cast the spell, counterspelling it with ease. Let’s play a game, here. The devil horde needs to take one more minute before catching Ragnaris (Ten rounds) and it has, say, 500 hitpoints before it disperses to a point they can’t lift the cage anymore. So you have to get rid of it or be caught, with that shadowy figure helping the horde.
(The Flame Breath recharge was a 5 before so I'll take that.)
Ragnaris narrows his eyes at the shadowy figure. He then uses a legendary action to use Arcane Spear on the horde, which takes 12 multiplied by 10 force damage.
His scales then begin to glow red hot. Any creatures with 15 of him automatically take 61 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
And to finish up, he use his Flame Breath to cause any creatures in a 300 foot cone to take 117 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance). DC 28 Dex save for half.
(Here's the post with the fixed rolls.)
The devil horde is extremely injured, hundreds falling from the sky and many others fleeing. They get closer in greater numbers. (They automatically fail saves)
the shadowy figure holds out their hand to the dark glass of the window, and echoes of ancient, unseeable power rebound throughout the chasm as they cast what is basically a heal spell, summoning hundreds more devils all around them and healing 100 hitpoints.
Fire Breath recharge: 5
Ragnaris growls at the figure, then uses Arcane Spear again. The horde takes 20 multiplied by 10 force damage. He then casts spirit of death at the 9th level. (Will use counterspell if the figure attempts to counterspell this action.)
His scales again begin to glow, and any creature within 15 feet of him takes 53 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
The spirit he conjured appears in the middle of the horde and makes four attacks with its scythe against it.
Attack #1: 28
Damage: 15 necrotic
Attack #2: 31
Damage: 19
Attack #3: 40
Damage: 27
Attack #4: 24
Damage: 20
All attacks hit, dealing considerable damage to the horde. They descend closer.
the figure does not counterspell, figuring he knows her game. Instead, she casts an antimagic field around the cage.
(So what happens to the spirit? It's outside of the sphere, and I don't think antimagic field ends concentration.)
(Yeah, just preventing any new spells. The spirit stays and she’ll deal with that next turn’
”wow… I didn’t see you do it the first time… how?”
"I don't know, sheer strength and will? I don't really cast spells." He walks through the tear and looks around.
“Wow…” the tear leads back through to the area of the dome. The pit fiend follows.
"Abaddon will come for me. I need you to go inform him I escaped." He tosses him a bag of holding "Hide the sword in there."
He does so.
”he might know that I helped you… my contract with him is magic, maybe he know that I broke it?… if he learns I let you escape I would die… maybe. I’ll try…”
"You didn't help me at all. You didn't do anything except follow where I went. If things begin turning sour use that sword, it'll help you alot." He sits down "You could just lead me back to Abaddon's office too, it's safer for you."
“Well… not stopping you counts as aiding you in the eyes of the law here. But why on the River Styx would you need to go to Abaddon’s office?”
"Because I want Abaddon dead, or at least I want my grandfather back. Either way you said either Abaddon or his boyfriend know where my grandfather is."
“True… wait, Abaddon and who?”
"The guy he calls his executioner. I could see it immediately. if you don't believe me on anything else believe me on that."
“That explains so much… I’ll lead you there, but you need to be in front of me the whole time. Abaddon is scary.”
”wow… I didn’t see you do it the first time… how?”
"I don't know, sheer strength and will? I don't really cast spells." He walks through the tear and looks around.
“Wow…” the tear leads back through to the area of the dome. The pit fiend follows.
"Abaddon will come for me. I need you to go inform him I escaped." He tosses him a bag of holding "Hide the sword in there."
He does so.
”he might know that I helped you… my contract with him is magic, maybe he know that I broke it?… if he learns I let you escape I would die… maybe. I’ll try…”
"You didn't help me at all. You didn't do anything except follow where I went. If things begin turning sour use that sword, it'll help you alot." He sits down "You could just lead me back to Abaddon's office too, it's safer for you."
“Well… not stopping you counts as aiding you in the eyes of the law here. But why on the River Styx would you need to go to Abaddon’s office?”
"Because I want Abaddon dead, or at least I want my grandfather back. Either way you said either Abaddon or his boyfriend know where my grandfather is."
“True… wait, Abaddon and who?”
"The guy he calls his executioner. I could see it immediately. if you don't believe me on anything else believe me on that."
“That explains so much… I’ll lead you there, but you need to be in front of me the whole time. Abaddon is scary.”
He laughs and stands up, he holds puts his wrists behind his back and steps in front of him "Cuff me, and then lets go."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(Cut for Arch.)
Ragnaris roars at the figure, sensing the sphere around the cage. He inhales deeply, then exhales yet another torrent of white hot flames into the horde. They take 115 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
His scales once more grow white hot, causing the horde to take an additional 45 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)
The spirit makes another four attacks, swinging its scythe wildly.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
”wow… I didn’t see you do it the first time… how?”
"I don't know, sheer strength and will? I don't really cast spells." He walks through the tear and looks around.
“Wow…” the tear leads back through to the area of the dome. The pit fiend follows.
"Abaddon will come for me. I need you to go inform him I escaped." He tosses him a bag of holding "Hide the sword in there."
He does so.
”he might know that I helped you… my contract with him is magic, maybe he know that I broke it?… if he learns I let you escape I would die… maybe. I’ll try…”
"You didn't help me at all. You didn't do anything except follow where I went. If things begin turning sour use that sword, it'll help you alot." He sits down "You could just lead me back to Abaddon's office too, it's safer for you."
“Well… not stopping you counts as aiding you in the eyes of the law here. But why on the River Styx would you need to go to Abaddon’s office?”
"Because I want Abaddon dead, or at least I want my grandfather back. Either way you said either Abaddon or his boyfriend know where my grandfather is."
“True… wait, Abaddon and who?”
"The guy he calls his executioner. I could see it immediately. if you don't believe me on anything else believe me on that."
“That explains so much… I’ll lead you there, but you need to be in front of me the whole time. Abaddon is scary.”
He laughs and stands up, he holds puts his wrists behind his back and steps in front of him "Cuff me, and then lets go."
The pit fiend cuffs him with dimensional shackles, and leads him into the courthouse. They go into the great hall, the third door on the right and down a smaller, but still giant hallway. At the end of the hallway is a giant stone door labeled, “Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator.”
”this is his office… Astaroth is probably there with him.”
”wow… I didn’t see you do it the first time… how?”
"I don't know, sheer strength and will? I don't really cast spells." He walks through the tear and looks around.
“Wow…” the tear leads back through to the area of the dome. The pit fiend follows.
"Abaddon will come for me. I need you to go inform him I escaped." He tosses him a bag of holding "Hide the sword in there."
He does so.
”he might know that I helped you… my contract with him is magic, maybe he know that I broke it?… if he learns I let you escape I would die… maybe. I’ll try…”
"You didn't help me at all. You didn't do anything except follow where I went. If things begin turning sour use that sword, it'll help you alot." He sits down "You could just lead me back to Abaddon's office too, it's safer for you."
“Well… not stopping you counts as aiding you in the eyes of the law here. But why on the River Styx would you need to go to Abaddon’s office?”
"Because I want Abaddon dead, or at least I want my grandfather back. Either way you said either Abaddon or his boyfriend know where my grandfather is."
“True… wait, Abaddon and who?”
"The guy he calls his executioner. I could see it immediately. if you don't believe me on anything else believe me on that."
“That explains so much… I’ll lead you there, but you need to be in front of me the whole time. Abaddon is scary.”
He laughs and stands up, he holds puts his wrists behind his back and steps in front of him "Cuff me, and then lets go."
The pit fiend cuffs him with dimensional shackles, and leads him into the courthouse. They go into the great hall, the third door on the right and down a smaller, but still giant hallway. At the end of the hallway is a giant stone door labeled, “Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator.”
”this is his office… Astaroth is probably there with him.”
He knocks on the door with his foot and whispers to the fiend "Tell him that you caught me. It's believable enough."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(Cut for Arch.)
Ragnaris roars at the figure, sensing the sphere around the cage. He inhales deeply, then exhales yet another torrent of white hot flames into the horde. They take 115 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
His scales once more grow white hot, causing the horde to take an additional 71 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)
The spirit makes another four attacks, swinging its scythe wildly.
Attack #1: 34
Damage: 18
Attack #2: 23
Damage: 15
Attack #3: 28
Damage: 15
Attack #4: 39
Damage: 18
It’s good to say the horde disperses, too injured and too scattered to pick up the cage.
the figure dispels the death spirit with another wave of their hand, and watches them fall down. It’s almost as if the window was falling down the building with Rag to let them see him fall.
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(Cut for Arch.)
Ragnaris roars at the figure, sensing the sphere around the cage. He inhales deeply, then exhales yet another torrent of white hot flames into the horde. They take 115 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
His scales once more grow white hot, causing the horde to take an additional 71 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)
The spirit makes another four attacks, swinging its scythe wildly.
Attack #1: 34
Damage: 18
Attack #2: 23
Damage: 15
Attack #3: 28
Damage: 15
Attack #4: 39
Damage: 18
It’s good to say the horde disperses, too injured and too scattered to pick up the cage.
the figure dispels the death spirit with another wave of their hand, and watches them fall down. It’s almost as if the window was falling down the building with Rag to let them see him fall.
Ragnaris slams his body against the walls of cage, attempting to break it open.
Athletics (with disadvantage):
28
20
If that doesn't work, he prays to the Archcrone to help save him from his fate.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
”wow… I didn’t see you do it the first time… how?”
"I don't know, sheer strength and will? I don't really cast spells." He walks through the tear and looks around.
“Wow…” the tear leads back through to the area of the dome. The pit fiend follows.
"Abaddon will come for me. I need you to go inform him I escaped." He tosses him a bag of holding "Hide the sword in there."
He does so.
”he might know that I helped you… my contract with him is magic, maybe he know that I broke it?… if he learns I let you escape I would die… maybe. I’ll try…”
"You didn't help me at all. You didn't do anything except follow where I went. If things begin turning sour use that sword, it'll help you alot." He sits down "You could just lead me back to Abaddon's office too, it's safer for you."
“Well… not stopping you counts as aiding you in the eyes of the law here. But why on the River Styx would you need to go to Abaddon’s office?”
"Because I want Abaddon dead, or at least I want my grandfather back. Either way you said either Abaddon or his boyfriend know where my grandfather is."
“True… wait, Abaddon and who?”
"The guy he calls his executioner. I could see it immediately. if you don't believe me on anything else believe me on that."
“That explains so much… I’ll lead you there, but you need to be in front of me the whole time. Abaddon is scary.”
He laughs and stands up, he holds puts his wrists behind his back and steps in front of him "Cuff me, and then lets go."
The pit fiend cuffs him with dimensional shackles, and leads him into the courthouse. They go into the great hall, the third door on the right and down a smaller, but still giant hallway. At the end of the hallway is a giant stone door labeled, “Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator.”
”this is his office… Astaroth is probably there with him.”
He knocks on the door with his foot and whispers to the fiend "Tell him that you caught me. It's believable enough."
“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.”he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
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(Cut for Arch.)
Ragnaris roars at the figure, sensing the sphere around the cage. He inhales deeply, then exhales yet another torrent of white hot flames into the horde. They take 115 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
His scales once more grow white hot, causing the horde to take an additional 71 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)
The spirit makes another four attacks, swinging its scythe wildly.
Attack #1: 34
Damage: 18
Attack #2: 23
Damage: 15
Attack #3: 28
Damage: 15
Attack #4: 39
Damage: 18
It’s good to say the horde disperses, too injured and too scattered to pick up the cage.
the figure dispels the death spirit with another wave of their hand, and watches them fall down. It’s almost as if the window was falling down the building with Rag to let them see him fall.
Ragnaris slams his body against the walls of cage, attempting to break it open.
Athletics (with disadvantage):
33
22
If that doesn't work, he prays to the Archcrone to help save him from his fate.
The 22 puts a dent in the cage, but more importantly: its defenses. Once the spell wears off for the antimagic, he can try to perform a teleportation spell with a high DC of failure, to escape the cage.
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(Cut for Arch.)
Ragnaris roars at the figure, sensing the sphere around the cage. He inhales deeply, then exhales yet another torrent of white hot flames into the horde. They take 115 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
His scales once more grow white hot, causing the horde to take an additional 71 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)
The spirit makes another four attacks, swinging its scythe wildly.
Attack #1: 34
Damage: 18
Attack #2: 23
Damage: 15
Attack #3: 28
Damage: 15
Attack #4: 39
Damage: 18
It’s good to say the horde disperses, too injured and too scattered to pick up the cage.
the figure dispels the death spirit with another wave of their hand, and watches them fall down. It’s almost as if the window was falling down the building with Rag to let them see him fall.
Ragnaris slams his body against the walls of cage, attempting to break it open.
Athletics (with disadvantage):
33
22
If that doesn't work, he prays to the Archcrone to help save him from his fate.
The 22 puts a dent in the cage, but more importantly: its defenses. Once the spell wears off for the antimagic, he can try to perform a teleportation spell with a high DC of failure, to escape the cage.
He decides to take a long rest to wait out the effects of the antimagic field, and because if he lowers his exhaustion to 4 he can at least move.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.”he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
”what… do you want?”
“You know what I want, and you know what I’ll do it get it, of course I’m willing to handle this is a civil manner, but a civil manner doesn’t seem to be likely. So here are the opinions, I get my grandfather back and become your enforcer for the rest of his sentence or I kill you, your boyfriend over there, and everyone you have everyone you have ever seen in your pathetic.” He looks him straight in the eyes, a steely look in his eyes, revealing that his offer is true “What’ll it be?”
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(Cut for Arch.)
Ragnaris roars at the figure, sensing the sphere around the cage. He inhales deeply, then exhales yet another torrent of white hot flames into the horde. They take 115 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
His scales once more grow white hot, causing the horde to take an additional 71 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)
The spirit makes another four attacks, swinging its scythe wildly.
Attack #1: 34
Damage: 18
Attack #2: 23
Damage: 15
Attack #3: 28
Damage: 15
Attack #4: 39
Damage: 18
It’s good to say the horde disperses, too injured and too scattered to pick up the cage.
the figure dispels the death spirit with another wave of their hand, and watches them fall down. It’s almost as if the window was falling down the building with Rag to let them see him fall.
Ragnaris slams his body against the walls of cage, attempting to break it open.
Athletics (with disadvantage):
33
22
If that doesn't work, he prays to the Archcrone to help save him from his fate.
The 22 puts a dent in the cage, but more importantly: its defenses. Once the spell wears off for the antimagic, he can try to perform a teleportation spell with a high DC of failure, to escape the cage.
He decides to take a long rest to wait out the effects of the antimagic field, and because if he lowers his exhaustion to 4 he can at least move.
The antimagic field ends, and when he wakes up, that figure is still staring at him from the window.
“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.”he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
”what… do you want?”
“You know what I want, and you know what I’ll do it get it, of course I’m willing to handle this is a civil manner, but a civil manner doesn’t seem to be likely. So here are the opinions, I get my grandfather back and become your enforcer for the rest of his sentence or I kill you, your boyfriend over there, and everyone you have everyone you have ever seen in your pathetic.” He looks him straight in the eyes, a steely look in his eyes, revealing that his offer is true “What’ll it be?”
He takes a long, deep sigh as he stares at his palm and begins to tighten the bandage on his hand.
“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.”he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
”what… do you want?”
“You know what I want, and you know what I’ll do it get it, of course I’m willing to handle this is a civil manner, but a civil manner doesn’t seem to be likely. So here are the opinions, I get my grandfather back and become your enforcer for the rest of his sentence or I kill you, your boyfriend over there, and everyone you have everyone you have ever seen in your pathetic.” He looks him straight in the eyes, a steely look in his eyes, revealing that his offer is true “What’ll it be?”
He takes a long, deep sigh as he stares at his palm and begins to tighten the bandage on his hand.
”Explain more. About your demands.”
“As long as my grandfather’s sentence is, I will work for every single year. I will do whatever you ask me to. No matter what it is, as long as my grandfather remains safe I will work, I swear that to you.”
“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.”he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
”what… do you want?”
“You know what I want, and you know what I’ll do it get it, of course I’m willing to handle this is a civil manner, but a civil manner doesn’t seem to be likely. So here are the opinions, I get my grandfather back and become your enforcer for the rest of his sentence or I kill you, your boyfriend over there, and everyone you have everyone you have ever seen in your pathetic.” He looks him straight in the eyes, a steely look in his eyes, revealing that his offer is true “What’ll it be?”
He takes a long, deep sigh as he stares at his palm and begins to tighten the bandage on his hand.
”Explain more. About your demands.”
“As long as my grandfather’s sentence is, I will work for every single year. I will do whatever you ask me to. No matter what it is, as long as my grandfather remains safe I will work, I swear that to you.”
“Hmm… enticing. Give me a moment.” he puts on his reading glasses and begins to flip through his book of law.
“Considering he is not the original one who committed the crimes… according to section D…. Paragraph 22, you can opt to take the place of the attorney with the permission of the judge, doubling the original sentence… it seems you’re in luck, I knew that there was a law just for this. One thing, since you will no longer be serving your original punishment, it must be for both yours and your grandfather’s sentences. Two hundred years.”
“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.”he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
”what… do you want?”
“You know what I want, and you know what I’ll do it get it, of course I’m willing to handle this is a civil manner, but a civil manner doesn’t seem to be likely. So here are the opinions, I get my grandfather back and become your enforcer for the rest of his sentence or I kill you, your boyfriend over there, and everyone you have everyone you have ever seen in your pathetic.” He looks him straight in the eyes, a steely look in his eyes, revealing that his offer is true “What’ll it be?”
He takes a long, deep sigh as he stares at his palm and begins to tighten the bandage on his hand.
”Explain more. About your demands.”
“As long as my grandfather’s sentence is, I will work for every single year. I will do whatever you ask me to. No matter what it is, as long as my grandfather remains safe I will work, I swear that to you.”
“Hmm… enticing. Give me a moment.” he puts on his reading glasses and begins to flip through his book of law.
“Considering he is not the original one who committed the crimes… according to section D…. Paragraph 22, you can opt to take the place of the attorney with the permission of the judge, doubling the original sentence… it seems you’re in luck, I knew that there was a law just for this. One thing, since you will no longer be serving your original punishment, it must be for both yours and your grandfather’s sentences. Two hundred years.”
“I am willing to do that. Two hundred years of service in exchange for the safety of my grandfather. As long as you let him go I won’t have anything to be mad at you for, my rage will be gone. Do we have a deal?” He makes his shoulders move unnaturally to hold out his wrist in front of him.
“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.”he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
”what… do you want?”
“You know what I want, and you know what I’ll do it get it, of course I’m willing to handle this is a civil manner, but a civil manner doesn’t seem to be likely. So here are the opinions, I get my grandfather back and become your enforcer for the rest of his sentence or I kill you, your boyfriend over there, and everyone you have everyone you have ever seen in your pathetic.” He looks him straight in the eyes, a steely look in his eyes, revealing that his offer is true “What’ll it be?”
He takes a long, deep sigh as he stares at his palm and begins to tighten the bandage on his hand.
”Explain more. About your demands.”
“As long as my grandfather’s sentence is, I will work for every single year. I will do whatever you ask me to. No matter what it is, as long as my grandfather remains safe I will work, I swear that to you.”
“Hmm… enticing. Give me a moment.” he puts on his reading glasses and begins to flip through his book of law.
“Considering he is not the original one who committed the crimes… according to section D…. Paragraph 22, you can opt to take the place of the attorney with the permission of the judge, doubling the original sentence… it seems you’re in luck, I knew that there was a law just for this. One thing, since you will no longer be serving your original punishment, it must be for both yours and your grandfather’s sentences. Two hundred years.”
“I am willing to do that. Two hundred years of service in exchange for the safety of my grandfather. As long as you let him go I won’t have anything to be mad at you for, my rage will be gone. Do we have a deal?” He makes his shoulders move unnaturally to hold out his wrist in front of him.
“We do have a deal!” he extends his hand to shake.
”but first… i’ll need to have you sign this. It’s magical, don’t go around breaking it. You could read it if you want to.” he puts in front of them a five hundred page stack of papers detailing the fun contract Ragnerious is agreeing to! In addition, a quill appears in their hand.
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"The guy he calls his executioner. I could see it immediately. if you don't believe me on anything else believe me on that."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
(So what happens to the spirit? It's outside of the sphere, and I don't think antimagic field ends concentration.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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(Yeah, just preventing any new spells. The spirit stays and she’ll deal with that next turn’
“That explains so much… I’ll lead you there, but you need to be in front of me the whole time. Abaddon is scary.”
He laughs and stands up, he holds puts his wrists behind his back and steps in front of him "Cuff me, and then lets go."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
(Cut for Arch.)
Ragnaris roars at the figure, sensing the sphere around the cage. He inhales deeply, then exhales yet another torrent of white hot flames into the horde. They take 115 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance).
His scales once more grow white hot, causing the horde to take an additional 45 fire damage (ignores immunity and resistance.)
The spirit makes another four attacks, swinging its scythe wildly.
Attack #1: 32
Damage: 19
Attack #2: 39
Damage: 18
Attack #3: 26
Damage: 19
Attack #4: 39
Damage: 13
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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The pit fiend cuffs him with dimensional shackles, and leads him into the courthouse. They go into the great hall, the third door on the right and down a smaller, but still giant hallway. At the end of the hallway is a giant stone door labeled, “Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator.”
”this is his office… Astaroth is probably there with him.”
He knocks on the door with his foot and whispers to the fiend "Tell him that you caught me. It's believable enough."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
It’s good to say the horde disperses, too injured and too scattered to pick up the cage.
the figure dispels the death spirit with another wave of their hand, and watches them fall down. It’s almost as if the window was falling down the building with Rag to let them see him fall.
Ragnaris slams his body against the walls of cage, attempting to break it open.
Athletics (with disadvantage):
28
20
If that doesn't work, he prays to the Archcrone to help save him from his fate.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“One moment…” says Abaddon from behind the door. After a minute, the door magically opens to reveal Abaddon sitting at a wooden desk, adorned with practical trinkets, and several scattered papers. Abaddon looks a bit wild and unkempt, and a bandage around their hand is only partially wound. Astaroth is standing next to Abaddon, their axe on a nearby table next to a sofa.
Abaddon snarls upon seeing Rag.
”I found him escaping-… what should I do with him?” Says the pit fiend.
”leave.” he Snarled to the pit fiend, who quickly runs to another part of the courthouse.
”what… do you want?”
The 22 puts a dent in the cage, but more importantly: its defenses. Once the spell wears off for the antimagic, he can try to perform a teleportation spell with a high DC of failure, to escape the cage.
He decides to take a long rest to wait out the effects of the antimagic field, and because if he lowers his exhaustion to 4 he can at least move.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“You know what I want, and you know what I’ll do it get it, of course I’m willing to handle this is a civil manner, but a civil manner doesn’t seem to be likely. So here are the opinions, I get my grandfather back and become your enforcer for the rest of his sentence or I kill you, your boyfriend over there, and everyone you have everyone you have ever seen in your pathetic.” He looks him straight in the eyes, a steely look in his eyes, revealing that his offer is true “What’ll it be?”
The antimagic field ends, and when he wakes up, that figure is still staring at him from the window.
He takes a long, deep sigh as he stares at his palm and begins to tighten the bandage on his hand.
”Explain more. About your demands.”
“As long as my grandfather’s sentence is, I will work for every single year. I will do whatever you ask me to. No matter what it is, as long as my grandfather remains safe I will work, I swear that to you.”
“Hmm… enticing. Give me a moment.” he puts on his reading glasses and begins to flip through his book of law.
“Considering he is not the original one who committed the crimes… according to section D…. Paragraph 22, you can opt to take the place of the attorney with the permission of the judge, doubling the original sentence… it seems you’re in luck, I knew that there was a law just for this. One thing, since you will no longer be serving your original punishment, it must be for both yours and your grandfather’s sentences. Two hundred years.”
“I am willing to do that. Two hundred years of service in exchange for the safety of my grandfather. As long as you let him go I won’t have anything to be mad at you for, my rage will be gone. Do we have a deal?” He makes his shoulders move unnaturally to hold out his wrist in front of him.
“We do have a deal!” he extends his hand to shake.
”but first… i’ll need to have you sign this. It’s magical, don’t go around breaking it. You could read it if you want to.” he puts in front of them a five hundred page stack of papers detailing the fun contract Ragnerious is agreeing to! In addition, a quill appears in their hand.