Baron Opal
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This part lost me.
Aeon (updated 10/9/14)
Sepulchrave II
Legend
Fumaril – Part 1.
The Ahma stood on the balcony of the Tyrant's palace and gazed eastwards. Tents now crowded the baileys below, but all was gloomy and indistinct, save the throne room behind him; in that narrow space alone, Mulissu had found enough power to counteract the oppressive darkness of the Pall of Dhatri. It was the only light for a hundred miles.
Nwm – who rested after the transportation of many companies of Wyrish troops – had resolved to counter the spell locally, at least to a mile or two beyond Fumaril's walls. Mostin – unusually animated – had made calculations which made the Preceptor groan. To do so would be a massive drain on their already stretched magical resources.
Initially, Mostin had been sceptical; news of vampires and spectres had caused him to reconsider. "You need get the timing right. Fry as many as you can. And you need to start conserving resources. Squeeze every drop. I have it. Look: [Formula]."
"You may use plain speak."
"Lukarn," Mostin said. "As the focus. Gather them up and perform the ritual now. Then you take a rest. Be fresh later.
Nwm stared blankly.
"Limited resources," Mostin reminded him. "Visuit will be knocking on the doors in less than twelve hours."
"Very well. Limited resources. You're in. Help spread the pain around."
Eadric remained solemn throughout, brooding upon the strategic situation. As he handed Lukarn to Nwm for the purpose of the spell; a general presentiment of unease possessed him.
Visuit's maneuver with the multiple gates and chthonic summons at Cirone had demonstrated to the Ahma that the goddess – while relishing direct, bloody conflict – had a number of other tools at her disposal. Her assault would be fast, brutal, and extraordinarily well-coordinated. No chthonic intervention could tip the scales this time; in that regard, the threat was at least more quantifiable. Mostin had observed that banishing her again was also not possible as long as the Tree's interdict held. She must therefore be killed; Eadric's preferred solution, certainly, but not one which was obviously achievable.
The hairs of the back of his neck stood abruptly, and his eyes widened.
She was.
Here.
"Nwm!" He screamed. "Sword!"
The Preceptor tossed him back his weapon.
**
In the courtyard directly below the balcony there was an eruption of earth and rock which hurled flagstones fifty feet into the air; the ground heaved and rippled like liquid. Guho had conjured an earth-spirit – a dao prince of considerable prestige – and negotiated a terrene passage for four travellers. The Worm-that-Walks was accompanied by the goddess Visuit, Yeshe the Binder, and Choach, manifesting a fresh form from his hidden phylactery.
Upon his arrival, the lich immediately scoured all trace of life from the courtyard with a massive acid evocation. Yeshe struck the façade of the palace with a powerful vibration which caused it to collapse. The Ahma and Nwm were borne away in an avalanche of rubble. The Alienist – alerted by a moment of prescience – had hopped onto a more secure foundation, now a pilon of masonry extending from the stricken building.
Mostin stopped time.
*
He considered, and many eyes absorbed many details; his mind processed perception rapidly. Why this moment? What was the qualifier which had divined this point in time for their attack? The Ahma parted momentarily from Lukarn? Their foresight was subtle, or the synchronicity apt.
Visuit was in mid-leap, her monstrous weapon raised above her head and ready to fall; whether her target was Nwm or Eadric was impossible to say: it was likely that the goddess herself had not yet made that determination.
Guho was in the act of casting another transvalent spell; the accretion of magic around her revealed much. It was an enchantment; a bad one, designed to punch through mind blanks. And her attention was turned in his direction.
Choach and Yeshe were both gathering their power again, but their specific intention was unknown. Furthermore, a complex lattice of unidirectional antimagic protected both; a network of fine gaps in Mostin's arcane perception. That would be a problem.
Behind him, in the throne-room, Mesikammi was conjuring…something. Mulissu was fortifying herself: air crackled; the metallic reek of ozone reached his nose. Daunton had begun to protect himself as best he could. Tahl was roaring Get Out! at everyone else.
Ortwine's location was unknown.
Mostin augmented his consciousness to godlike proportions and refocused. Backlash cascaded over him.
*
As time recommenced, he targeted Guho with the Mhuerh Resonance, a sonic of terrific power. The aberration exploded into a million pieces.
The Alienst launched a disjunction at Yeshe and Choach, but it slithered off of their protective shells.
From nowhere, Heedless, flying through the air, bit into Visuit's gorget but was turned by the hammered layers of black adamant. Her armor pulsed with death runes in anger.
Mostin experienced a brief dissonance: in an unrealized future, the goddess had brought her weapon down upon Nwm, slaying him instantly, and cleaving into Eadric, smashing through his armor; in the realized, Ortwine had used a spell to avert the possibility at the last moment. Instead, Visuit's sword opened a wound from the Preceptor's shoulder to his belly and left him senseless.
The Ahma smote her with all his power. She leered at him.
At the behest of the goddess, Choach sealed the area surrounding Nwm, Eadric and Visuit with a transvalent spell: a spherical wall of force which encapsulated a bubble of antimagic. All dweomers failed within it, but Ortwine did not manifest; Mostin guessed that she had somehow jumped free.
Visuit smiled. As potent as her own artifacts might be, in an area of dead magic she had a huge advantage.
Yeshe struck Mostin with a spell contrived to imprison souls; his spellwarp absorbed it, energizing him. She followed with a quickened superb dispelling, divesting him of most of his magical protections.
Mulissu stopped time.
*
Mostin was poised upon the remains of the balcony at the very edge of illumination. Below, in shadow, Yeshe's contorted face was caught in the act of voicing an execration. Mulissu considered the bubble around Eadric and Visuit, and glanced at Yeshe and Choach. It would be one or the other.
She erected a prismatic wall directly in front of Mostin, sealing off three-quarters of the opening in the blasted façade, and preventing Choach from targeting either the Alienist or Daunton. Next, she conjured an air monolith, which remained in a paradoxical stasis, its unmoving-churning base threatening Yeshe and the lich. The savant gathered her thoughts.
Time recommenced.
*
Mulissu darted into the air and targeted the encysted antimagic surrounding the Ahma with a superb dispelling, evaporating it instantly. Simultaneously, the monolith was a churning vortex which sucked Choach into it.
With a thought, Mulissu stopped time again.
*
The savant scowled at Visuit. The Butcher was nigh-invulnerable to her magic, and her options with regard to the goddess were limited. She quickly scanned Yeshe with a powerful spell and raised an eyebrow.
You stupid, arrogant bitch, Mulissu thought. You have no idea
She invoked a mantle of egregious might, and concentrated.
Time recommenced.
*
Mulissu struck Yeshe with an antimagic ray and conjured two spheres of ball lightning which blazed as they hammered into the immortal. Yeshe gaped in pain and amazement. Tendrils of lightning wrapped around her.
Choach uttered a swift destruction, causing the elemental around him to disintegrate in an explosion of black fire, and directed an empowered energy drain at Mulissu which failed to pierce her wards.
Mostin stopped time.
*
The Alienist was shaken; his most potent defenses were stripped from him. He granted himself the power of flight, moved out from behind the prismatic wall, and briefly surveyed the scene. His magical sight had also been suppressed; shapes were blurry and vague.
Mulissu was floating above the courtyard, traceries of static lightning surrounding her. Choach was below her. Yeshe's power was muted by antimagic.
Mostin descended, conjured a prismatic sphere directly in front of Choach, and refocused.
Time recommenced.
*
Mostin became a hideous thing. A barbed tentacle lashed out and dragged the lich through the seven layers of shimmering light which surrounded the Alienist. Undaunted and unaffected, Choach dropped another superb dispelling – this time on the entire area below the prismatic wall.
All magic ceased, save for the Pall of Dhatri only. The pervasive gloom reasserted itself in the perception of all present; suddenly, everything became real, and shadowy.
For a brief moment, all eyes turned to Mostin.
His form remained the same.
*
From nowhere, a subdued Heedless was about Yeshe: Ortwine – now visible as a swift shadow – was finding gaps within the Binder's armor. Yeshe staggered under the assault.
Visuit glowered at the insensible Nwm and cut him down in an instant. She continued with a ferocious attack upon Eadric, dealing huge punishment to him and forcing him backwards. He could barely stand, much less focus; Lukarn dropped from his hand; his strength ebbed away.
A boar – one of the enormous Gultheins, conjured by Mesikammi – burst out of the throne-room and ploughed into Visuit, carrying her thirty feet into a balustrade with an explosion of rubble. Yeshe became insubstantial and flitted away as Mulissu targeted her with a barrage of lightning orbs. Tahl leapt down to Nwm's side, and revivified him.
Mostin, a writhing mass of appendages, ripped Choach apart and flung skeletal remains in all directions.
Magic surged as a score of artifacts reawakened.
*
Visuit slew the boar with a single, great swipe of her sword. Power coursed through her again now. She turned her attention back to Eadric.
In a heartbeat, Ortwine closed the distance, scooped up Lukarn and pressed it into the Ahma's gauntleted fist. The weapon stirred; Eadric's faculties returned abruptly.
"That way," Ortwine said, orienting him. "You're doing fine."
Daunton erected a wall of force in front of the Butcher, sealing her into a corner.
"How long do we have?" Eadric asked.
"I'd guess about six seconds," Ortwine replied.
"Did I miss much?" Nwm asked. Tahl had healed him.
Another spell from Daunton facilitated a telepathic bond amongst all present.
**
[Mostin]: Ignore Yeshe. Target Visuit.
[Mulissu]: Forget it. I've got nothing. We need to take out her goon.
Yeshe – vaporous and hidden somewhere nearby in the gloom – used telekinesis to lift Visuit into the air over the wall of force and deposited her directly in front of Eadric, Nwm and Ortwine.
Mulissu – aware only of the Binder's approximate location – blasted the area around Yeshe and Mostin with a string of powerful electrical evocations. The Alienist – happily immune to lightning, and realizing the wisdom of Mulissu's words – followed suit with a sonic barrage.
[Nwm]: I'll take whatever you've got.
[Eadric + Mesikammi + Tahl]: Ready.
[Ortwine]: You'd better finish this.
A pillar of green fire consumed Visuit. She screamed in agony; a sound which rocked the foundations of Fumaril. Thundering forwards in a rage, she slew Nwm for a second time, her great, curved sword, cutting him limb from limb in a flurry of deadly strokes.
Daunton struck the goddess with a dispelling; momentarily, her armor subsided into quiescence.
Yeshe had vanished into the darkness.
Mostin smote Visuit with a sonic meteor swarm – his last remaining big evocation. Mulissu began to conjure another elemental.
Ortwine, sensing opportunity, attacked in earnest; all of her focus was directed at parting Visuit's head from her shoulders. From the opposite side, Eadric hewed into her with Lukarn.
With three mighty strokes, Visuit dropped the Ahma like a stone, whirled her blade over her head, and clove into Ortwine, driving her backwards in a daze. With a back-handed swipe she slew Tahl the Incorruptible – who was moving to revivify Eadric – as an afterthought. Mostin had resorted to magic missiles which pulsed into the goddess.
Another boar crashed into Visuit, a great tusk impaling her through her armor and forcing her back yet again.
Yeshe corporeated for an instant beside Visuit before both dissolved into mist.
Mulissu cursed.
Mostin experienced it as a shiver; the subtlest aethers were singing in resonance.
Mesikammi gaped. She saw and heard, although no other might. The radiance was overwhelming; the sonority, perfect. She danced and clapped. "Beautiful Flames! Beautiful Flames!"
In the darkness, Mostin assumed a humanoid shape and considered. Nwm would self-incarnate in a few hours. The lich would slink away to his phylactery. Guho had more than a few worms hidden, no doubt.
But Eadric of Deorham had passed. He would be presented with a variety of choices.
*
Ortwine's senses returned to her and she wiped the blood from her eyes. Her faculties reached out through the shadows, groping in search of Visuit and Yeshe. Nothing.
Next time, Faerie. Visuit's voice, echoing in Ortwine's mind.
The sidhe focused.
Lai. Get here now. We need you.
Mulissu turned to Daunton. "You will convoke the Wyrish Academy."
Daunton protested. "We are not in Wyre. And the Collegium is not Mulissu's to command. And the Interdict prevents the spell, in any case. Mostin?"
"Do as she says," Mostin nodded. "Tell them to get here as fast as they can, by whatever means they can."
**
I've been avoiding footnotes. But:
*Mulissu's main attack spells are electrically-substituted energy orbs with a variety of secondary (entangling, sickening etc.) and metamagic effects attached; I ruled that energy conjurations logically penetrate antimagic as well as ignore SR. Sketchy, but there you go. Yeshe had native resistance to electricity as well, but not much. She botched two DC 50 Fort saves.
*Mostin gets 9 tentacle attacks at +44 (2d8+14).
*Devastating Critical is the most broken feat ever.
*DM Note: I may have underestimated Visuit's CR for this encounter.
The Ahma stood on the balcony of the Tyrant's palace and gazed eastwards. Tents now crowded the baileys below, but all was gloomy and indistinct, save the throne room behind him; in that narrow space alone, Mulissu had found enough power to counteract the oppressive darkness of the Pall of Dhatri. It was the only light for a hundred miles.
Nwm – who rested after the transportation of many companies of Wyrish troops – had resolved to counter the spell locally, at least to a mile or two beyond Fumaril's walls. Mostin – unusually animated – had made calculations which made the Preceptor groan. To do so would be a massive drain on their already stretched magical resources.
Initially, Mostin had been sceptical; news of vampires and spectres had caused him to reconsider. "You need get the timing right. Fry as many as you can. And you need to start conserving resources. Squeeze every drop. I have it. Look: [Formula]."
"You may use plain speak."
"Lukarn," Mostin said. "As the focus. Gather them up and perform the ritual now. Then you take a rest. Be fresh later.
Nwm stared blankly.
"Limited resources," Mostin reminded him. "Visuit will be knocking on the doors in less than twelve hours."
"Very well. Limited resources. You're in. Help spread the pain around."
Eadric remained solemn throughout, brooding upon the strategic situation. As he handed Lukarn to Nwm for the purpose of the spell; a general presentiment of unease possessed him.
Visuit's maneuver with the multiple gates and chthonic summons at Cirone had demonstrated to the Ahma that the goddess – while relishing direct, bloody conflict – had a number of other tools at her disposal. Her assault would be fast, brutal, and extraordinarily well-coordinated. No chthonic intervention could tip the scales this time; in that regard, the threat was at least more quantifiable. Mostin had observed that banishing her again was also not possible as long as the Tree's interdict held. She must therefore be killed; Eadric's preferred solution, certainly, but not one which was obviously achievable.
The hairs of the back of his neck stood abruptly, and his eyes widened.
She was.
Here.
"Nwm!" He screamed. "Sword!"
The Preceptor tossed him back his weapon.
**
In the courtyard directly below the balcony there was an eruption of earth and rock which hurled flagstones fifty feet into the air; the ground heaved and rippled like liquid. Guho had conjured an earth-spirit – a dao prince of considerable prestige – and negotiated a terrene passage for four travellers. The Worm-that-Walks was accompanied by the goddess Visuit, Yeshe the Binder, and Choach, manifesting a fresh form from his hidden phylactery.
Upon his arrival, the lich immediately scoured all trace of life from the courtyard with a massive acid evocation. Yeshe struck the façade of the palace with a powerful vibration which caused it to collapse. The Ahma and Nwm were borne away in an avalanche of rubble. The Alienist – alerted by a moment of prescience – had hopped onto a more secure foundation, now a pilon of masonry extending from the stricken building.
Mostin stopped time.
*
He considered, and many eyes absorbed many details; his mind processed perception rapidly. Why this moment? What was the qualifier which had divined this point in time for their attack? The Ahma parted momentarily from Lukarn? Their foresight was subtle, or the synchronicity apt.
Visuit was in mid-leap, her monstrous weapon raised above her head and ready to fall; whether her target was Nwm or Eadric was impossible to say: it was likely that the goddess herself had not yet made that determination.
Guho was in the act of casting another transvalent spell; the accretion of magic around her revealed much. It was an enchantment; a bad one, designed to punch through mind blanks. And her attention was turned in his direction.
Choach and Yeshe were both gathering their power again, but their specific intention was unknown. Furthermore, a complex lattice of unidirectional antimagic protected both; a network of fine gaps in Mostin's arcane perception. That would be a problem.
Behind him, in the throne-room, Mesikammi was conjuring…something. Mulissu was fortifying herself: air crackled; the metallic reek of ozone reached his nose. Daunton had begun to protect himself as best he could. Tahl was roaring Get Out! at everyone else.
Ortwine's location was unknown.
Mostin augmented his consciousness to godlike proportions and refocused. Backlash cascaded over him.
*
As time recommenced, he targeted Guho with the Mhuerh Resonance, a sonic of terrific power. The aberration exploded into a million pieces.
The Alienst launched a disjunction at Yeshe and Choach, but it slithered off of their protective shells.
From nowhere, Heedless, flying through the air, bit into Visuit's gorget but was turned by the hammered layers of black adamant. Her armor pulsed with death runes in anger.
Mostin experienced a brief dissonance: in an unrealized future, the goddess had brought her weapon down upon Nwm, slaying him instantly, and cleaving into Eadric, smashing through his armor; in the realized, Ortwine had used a spell to avert the possibility at the last moment. Instead, Visuit's sword opened a wound from the Preceptor's shoulder to his belly and left him senseless.
The Ahma smote her with all his power. She leered at him.
At the behest of the goddess, Choach sealed the area surrounding Nwm, Eadric and Visuit with a transvalent spell: a spherical wall of force which encapsulated a bubble of antimagic. All dweomers failed within it, but Ortwine did not manifest; Mostin guessed that she had somehow jumped free.
Visuit smiled. As potent as her own artifacts might be, in an area of dead magic she had a huge advantage.
Yeshe struck Mostin with a spell contrived to imprison souls; his spellwarp absorbed it, energizing him. She followed with a quickened superb dispelling, divesting him of most of his magical protections.
Mulissu stopped time.
*
Mostin was poised upon the remains of the balcony at the very edge of illumination. Below, in shadow, Yeshe's contorted face was caught in the act of voicing an execration. Mulissu considered the bubble around Eadric and Visuit, and glanced at Yeshe and Choach. It would be one or the other.
She erected a prismatic wall directly in front of Mostin, sealing off three-quarters of the opening in the blasted façade, and preventing Choach from targeting either the Alienist or Daunton. Next, she conjured an air monolith, which remained in a paradoxical stasis, its unmoving-churning base threatening Yeshe and the lich. The savant gathered her thoughts.
Time recommenced.
*
Mulissu darted into the air and targeted the encysted antimagic surrounding the Ahma with a superb dispelling, evaporating it instantly. Simultaneously, the monolith was a churning vortex which sucked Choach into it.
With a thought, Mulissu stopped time again.
*
The savant scowled at Visuit. The Butcher was nigh-invulnerable to her magic, and her options with regard to the goddess were limited. She quickly scanned Yeshe with a powerful spell and raised an eyebrow.
You stupid, arrogant bitch, Mulissu thought. You have no idea
She invoked a mantle of egregious might, and concentrated.
Time recommenced.
*
Mulissu struck Yeshe with an antimagic ray and conjured two spheres of ball lightning which blazed as they hammered into the immortal. Yeshe gaped in pain and amazement. Tendrils of lightning wrapped around her.
Choach uttered a swift destruction, causing the elemental around him to disintegrate in an explosion of black fire, and directed an empowered energy drain at Mulissu which failed to pierce her wards.
Mostin stopped time.
*
The Alienist was shaken; his most potent defenses were stripped from him. He granted himself the power of flight, moved out from behind the prismatic wall, and briefly surveyed the scene. His magical sight had also been suppressed; shapes were blurry and vague.
Mulissu was floating above the courtyard, traceries of static lightning surrounding her. Choach was below her. Yeshe's power was muted by antimagic.
Mostin descended, conjured a prismatic sphere directly in front of Choach, and refocused.
Time recommenced.
*
Mostin became a hideous thing. A barbed tentacle lashed out and dragged the lich through the seven layers of shimmering light which surrounded the Alienist. Undaunted and unaffected, Choach dropped another superb dispelling – this time on the entire area below the prismatic wall.
All magic ceased, save for the Pall of Dhatri only. The pervasive gloom reasserted itself in the perception of all present; suddenly, everything became real, and shadowy.
For a brief moment, all eyes turned to Mostin.
His form remained the same.
*
From nowhere, a subdued Heedless was about Yeshe: Ortwine – now visible as a swift shadow – was finding gaps within the Binder's armor. Yeshe staggered under the assault.
Visuit glowered at the insensible Nwm and cut him down in an instant. She continued with a ferocious attack upon Eadric, dealing huge punishment to him and forcing him backwards. He could barely stand, much less focus; Lukarn dropped from his hand; his strength ebbed away.
A boar – one of the enormous Gultheins, conjured by Mesikammi – burst out of the throne-room and ploughed into Visuit, carrying her thirty feet into a balustrade with an explosion of rubble. Yeshe became insubstantial and flitted away as Mulissu targeted her with a barrage of lightning orbs. Tahl leapt down to Nwm's side, and revivified him.
Mostin, a writhing mass of appendages, ripped Choach apart and flung skeletal remains in all directions.
Magic surged as a score of artifacts reawakened.
*
Visuit slew the boar with a single, great swipe of her sword. Power coursed through her again now. She turned her attention back to Eadric.
In a heartbeat, Ortwine closed the distance, scooped up Lukarn and pressed it into the Ahma's gauntleted fist. The weapon stirred; Eadric's faculties returned abruptly.
"That way," Ortwine said, orienting him. "You're doing fine."
Daunton erected a wall of force in front of the Butcher, sealing her into a corner.
"How long do we have?" Eadric asked.
"I'd guess about six seconds," Ortwine replied.
"Did I miss much?" Nwm asked. Tahl had healed him.
Another spell from Daunton facilitated a telepathic bond amongst all present.
**
[Mostin]: Ignore Yeshe. Target Visuit.
[Mulissu]: Forget it. I've got nothing. We need to take out her goon.
Yeshe – vaporous and hidden somewhere nearby in the gloom – used telekinesis to lift Visuit into the air over the wall of force and deposited her directly in front of Eadric, Nwm and Ortwine.
Mulissu – aware only of the Binder's approximate location – blasted the area around Yeshe and Mostin with a string of powerful electrical evocations. The Alienist – happily immune to lightning, and realizing the wisdom of Mulissu's words – followed suit with a sonic barrage.
[Nwm]: I'll take whatever you've got.
[Eadric + Mesikammi + Tahl]: Ready.
[Ortwine]: You'd better finish this.
A pillar of green fire consumed Visuit. She screamed in agony; a sound which rocked the foundations of Fumaril. Thundering forwards in a rage, she slew Nwm for a second time, her great, curved sword, cutting him limb from limb in a flurry of deadly strokes.
Daunton struck the goddess with a dispelling; momentarily, her armor subsided into quiescence.
Yeshe had vanished into the darkness.
Mostin smote Visuit with a sonic meteor swarm – his last remaining big evocation. Mulissu began to conjure another elemental.
Ortwine, sensing opportunity, attacked in earnest; all of her focus was directed at parting Visuit's head from her shoulders. From the opposite side, Eadric hewed into her with Lukarn.
With three mighty strokes, Visuit dropped the Ahma like a stone, whirled her blade over her head, and clove into Ortwine, driving her backwards in a daze. With a back-handed swipe she slew Tahl the Incorruptible – who was moving to revivify Eadric – as an afterthought. Mostin had resorted to magic missiles which pulsed into the goddess.
Another boar crashed into Visuit, a great tusk impaling her through her armor and forcing her back yet again.
Yeshe corporeated for an instant beside Visuit before both dissolved into mist.
Mulissu cursed.
Mostin experienced it as a shiver; the subtlest aethers were singing in resonance.
Mesikammi gaped. She saw and heard, although no other might. The radiance was overwhelming; the sonority, perfect. She danced and clapped. "Beautiful Flames! Beautiful Flames!"
In the darkness, Mostin assumed a humanoid shape and considered. Nwm would self-incarnate in a few hours. The lich would slink away to his phylactery. Guho had more than a few worms hidden, no doubt.
But Eadric of Deorham had passed. He would be presented with a variety of choices.
*
Ortwine's senses returned to her and she wiped the blood from her eyes. Her faculties reached out through the shadows, groping in search of Visuit and Yeshe. Nothing.
Next time, Faerie. Visuit's voice, echoing in Ortwine's mind.
The sidhe focused.
Lai. Get here now. We need you.
Mulissu turned to Daunton. "You will convoke the Wyrish Academy."
Daunton protested. "We are not in Wyre. And the Collegium is not Mulissu's to command. And the Interdict prevents the spell, in any case. Mostin?"
"Do as she says," Mostin nodded. "Tell them to get here as fast as they can, by whatever means they can."
**
I've been avoiding footnotes. But:
*Mulissu's main attack spells are electrically-substituted energy orbs with a variety of secondary (entangling, sickening etc.) and metamagic effects attached; I ruled that energy conjurations logically penetrate antimagic as well as ignore SR. Sketchy, but there you go. Yeshe had native resistance to electricity as well, but not much. She botched two DC 50 Fort saves.
*Mostin gets 9 tentacle attacks at +44 (2d8+14).
*Devastating Critical is the most broken feat ever.
*DM Note: I may have underestimated Visuit's CR for this encounter.
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Jackylhunter
First Post
Best..update...ever!
Wow, has Eadric ever actually been slain before?
Wow, has Eadric ever actually been slain before?
Baron Opal
First Post
Yowza. "He would be presented with a variety of choices", indeed.
They need to do some research on Visuit, now.
And, an unexpected benefit of working today.
They need to do some research on Visuit, now.
And, an unexpected benefit of working today.
the Jester
Legend
Daaamn.... merry Christmas, guys. 
You say that in a campaign full of epic spellcasters?
I suppose there are fewer checks and balances, but still -How would Eadric fare against a "regular" critical from Visuit, or against an epic Implosion variant?
I don't have your first-hand experience, of course. Do DCs get out of hand because of HD/Strength inflation?
Also, when you say that Yeshe *botched* DC 50 fortitude saves...
Or am I misreading the implications?
the Jester
Legend
Given the amount of damage that epic level pcs and monsters deal, I agree.
Its broken-ness is offset by how easy it is to get immunity to crits, however.
Mathew_Freeman
First Post
Awesome Christmas present from Sep! Thank you!
FOUR time stops in one combat - insane.
