(CSDGH) Demon with a Glass Hand [IC]

[Creamsteak]

[imager]http://www.circvsmaximvs.com/imagehosting/206447158ef4acb79.jpg[/imager]The dark figure watches as the last of the vultures are dispatched with a stoic demeanor.

"This is rare..."

"It is not common for such a demonic envoy to be eliminated so easily..."

"I imagine you're just dripping with confidence after that?"

"Well played..."

"However, I cannot simply walk..."

"First, I assume you will not simply let me by?"

He waits, patiently. Unless threatened he makes no hostile action.

 

[Shayuri]

Shard looks around, confused.

"Sometimes things die around me...bad things usually," she says in a daze, then starts walking towards the others.

"Her voice is so angry...but demons are on the Path of Dust anyway. Best to kill them, just to be sure. Is everyone all right?"

Though it's not immediately obvious, from the way she's looking around expectantly, the last question seems to be addressed to those present, not just spoken out loud to herself like the rest.

 

[Psion]

[imager]http://home.metrocast.net/~adkohler/game/sample_char.jpg[/imager]Haros regards Shard's statement without taking eyes off the Dark Figure. "One remains that calls this demonic host his own, maiden of magic. Stand ready" Then turning his attention back to the dark figure: "The question still remains--who are you and what is it that you wish within? Until that is known, I don't imagine that simply allowing you to pass unhindered to obtain something that would motivate one to call forth the forces of the netherwolds seems the most immediately prudent course of action."

 

[Creamsteak]

[imager]http://www.circvsmaximvs.com/imagehosting/206447158ef4acb79.jpg[/imager]"I'm afraid that I can't answer those questions... "

"I am not aware of what is inside... "

"I simply know that my master wants it..."

"I serve the Proxy of Death* and do as he bids..."

"Perhaps whatever is inside is just a bauble or trinket intended as a gift to his mistress?"

"If he wished, he could open a hundred such gates to the nether and summon vastly more powerful demons..."

"He sent only myself and those demons which you have destroyed..."

*Knowledge (religion) check DC 20 to know that this is the proxy name of Seto, the desert heretic.

Edit: Re-representing the text to better capture the character by breaking the sentences apart. He's not a diplomat or merchant, he's a monster from the door of death. He's still very intelligent and very charismatic, so his presentation does not suffer from any undue ignorance.

 

[Shayuri]

"Then," Shard says with a titter, "I guess he didn't really want it, did he?"

She sways in a parody of a sultry hip swish past the possessed creature.

"I mean...think about it. If he reeeeeeeally wanted it, he'd send whatever he needed. Instead, he sent a few...minor...demons. Cheap. Expendable." She smirks.

"That'd probably include you too."

She gives him an exaggerated pout, as if commiserating with him.

"The question is...if he doesn't really want what's in the cart...why did he send you all to die?"

 

[Creamsteak]

[imager]http://www.circvsmaximvs.com/imagehosting/206447158ef4acb79.jpg[/imager]"You have a familiar aura little girl."

"Have we killed each other before?"

"Or perhaps I know your mother?"

"Or perhaps I killed your lover?"

"You will gain nothing but pain for denying me my quarry. Trust in that."

 

[Shayuri]

Shard's face slackens a bit, her eyes grow a bit wider as if in surprise, but she stares not at the creature but past it, at the horizon behind it.

"You may have...there's so many. Some died, some were killed, some just...passed away without dying or being killed at all. Like sand blowing away..."

A moment passes as she stares off in silence...then suddenly focuses her eyes on the possessed man, sharp as knives.

"No one can live here and still fear pain. But at least, in stopping you, we have the satisfaction of a job well done," she says through clenched teeth.

 

[Creamsteak]

[imager]http://www.circvsmaximvs.com/imagehosting/206447158ef4acb79.jpg[/imager]"There are many different levels of pain."

"I felt that I was past fear once when I was alive."

"We all learn."

"Go ahead, destroy me if you really think it so prudent."

 

[Psion]

Haros hand signals to his ID-beasts. "As you cannot parley nor inform, thus you are only a threat, I can think of no better action than to comply."

The strange crystal adorned reptilian psimech and the horrifying soulshriver surge forth towards the dark figure.

[sblock=Combat actions]Direct the psimech and soulshriver to attack.

Psimech charges; can still get full attack due to pounce.
Psimech full attack with +2 perfect targeting. (Bite attac k/ damage / claw1 / damage / claw2 / damage) (1d20+15=32, 2d8+6=19, 1d20+12=16, 1d8+3=11, 1d20+12=29, 1d8+3=5)

Soulshriver slides diagonally 5' towards dark figure and then attacks with 5 tendrils (reach 20'): dissolving touch, and 4 with no power manifested. Rolls (5x touch attack/damage):
Soulshriver tendril attacks (touch attacks/damage) (1d20+11=18, 1d4+3=7, 1d20+11=18, 1d4+3=5, 1d20+11=29, 1d4+3=7, 1d20+11=20, 1d4+3=7, 1d20+11=28, 1d4+3=4)

If an 18 touch attack hits:
Soulshriver dissolving touch damage (ML12) (8d6=21)
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[Creamsteak]

I'm working under the assumption this isn't a surprise round because essentially "everyone" would have acted during it, including the dark figure. So I'll just move into normal initiative order. Also, I won't step up to making a battlemap for this one, as it's probably a fairly simple conflict. I'll assume you were able to move the constructs closer, so that they would be in range this round on your action.

Initiatives
Dark Figure 23
Suvarion 21
Jerrek 18
Shard 17
Haros 15
Thalnil 6

Dark Figure: "If that's how it's going to be..." Apparently faster than most, he instantly manifests a mindblade in his right hand, then using his skeletal arms hurls it resoundingly at Haros. The blade hits, exploding with psionic energy for 44 damage. He then uses his move action to fade into the ethereal (usual bonuses of etherealness) at his original position.