Preemptive Strike
Before I begin, I’d like to lay down a list of the buffs Orbius laid on everyone before they made the strike. He has a metamagic feat, Mass Spell, that lets him get multiple targets with a spell that normally effects only one creature, and another, Bestow Spell, that lets him cast a spell with Personal range as a touch spell. That said, he cast mass and/or bestowed versions of:
Stoneskin, elasticity, darkvision, mirror image, far strike, fly, haste and fire shield (vs. cold).
Everyone in the party had all those effects.
9/25/370 O.L.G., 6 p.m., the base of the strike force of Law in Sigil
The gigantic four-armed blue-skinned creature is run through with circuitry. It has very powerful weapons mounted in its flesh; specialized tubing runs through it like a new network of veins, allowing drugs to pump where they are needed when they are needed to properly enhance all of its functions- or to suppress pesky emotions like boredom.
It has not moved in four days.
But now, the functions it has that remain active flare into alertness. It detects a ripple as a group of ultra-powerful adventurers appears from nowhere, leaping to the attack.
“ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!” the clockwork servitor clangors.
Too late.
Orbius casts time stop, and then, letting out a breath when none of the enemies can move in it (that slaad shook him up), he casts a prismatic sphere. Then he takes a deep breath. Devils and a solar. This isn’t going to be pretty, no matter what.
Time flows. Sybele snaps an arrow of Graz’zt at the servitor, but it deflects off the metal encysting it. “What is that thing, smart wizard guy?” she cries, unable to recall Orbius’ name for the life of her.
“Stop!” cries a voice like the Heavens themselves. Zuzuvel, Solar of Galador, strides forward and invokes a mass charm- but to his distress, none of our heroes succumb! Worse yet, another angel- albeit only a planetar- is striding right behind him. Their golden skin, radiant hair and blazing auras make them look perfect. Our heroes know that they are perfectly dangerous.
Then the battle is a confused mess as our heroes wade into the servants of Law and vice-versa. Devils and a solar, inevitables and the clockwork servitor, as well as a cadre of elite Forinthian knights- our heroes face formidable opposition!
Lillamere brings down a crushing fist of spite on the clockwork servitor, smashing him with a terrific blow. He turns and tries to bring down another on Zuzuvel.
“Fool!” the solar cries, as the fist is splashes harmlessly from him like water. “Your foul sorcery will not harm me! The Light is on my side!” He gestures, and a dimensional anchor takes hold on Lillamere.
Inoke psionic lion’s charges the planetar, and in a flurry of deadly blows he drops the celestial! Though the angel is regenerating, Inoke knows he must deal with the adversaries that are standing first. Then the clockwork servitor launches two deadly, spikey nodules at Inoke. The burly fighter dodges aside, but the nodules explode, damageing Lillamere and Sybele as well as their original target. Spells blast back forth; Orbius dimensionally anchors Zuzuvel, while one of the huge inevitables fires out a chain lightning that catches half the party and the ice devils keep firing off cones of cold. Then one of the other inevitables invokes forecage around Lillamere and Inoke, but it only lasts long enough for the sorcerer to cast a distintegrate. Then he almost wishes he hadn’t, the solar invokes a firestorm that hits all of our heroes with blazing intensity. A few of them throw it off thanks to the holy aura that flickers around all of them, but most of them suffer some serious burns.
The battle is fast and furious. In only seconds the knights fall to Inoke’s brutal club. He seems to be everywhere, and thanks to his elasticity he can attack almost anyone who moves. Further, he is showing new ferocity at harrying spellcasters, and has already interfered with several attempts by the ice devils to use their blasted cold powers. Sybele lands shaft after shaft in the clockwork servitor’s body, and the thing roars and slowly topples over onto the ground. But it is regenerating, just like the solar! Another knight is slain, bursting into dust as Lillamere disintegrates it.
The inevitables are still fighting, dueling first with Lester and then Horbin. Spells and effects ripple back and forth with incredible speed, but it is clear which way this battle has turned. Zuzuvel the solar steps up to Inoke, but he is unfortunately dissuaded from attacking by an extreme amount of Inoke’s club. He staggers back into Orbius’ prismatic sphere, and collapses within it! The other angel, meanwhile, is unconsciously enjoying being pummeled by the crushing fist of spite that Lillamere has directed to it.
Finally, the last of the inevitables fall. Our heroes are wounded and battered, but everyone is alive. Quickly, they loot, then they hesitate. Both the clockwork servitor and the solar in the flickering prismatic sphere are still regenerating.
Orbius says, “Well, I tried this in the battle, but it failed. Maybe it will work now.” He casts Marius’ deconstruction on the servitor, and the metal girding it falls away.
“In that case,” Horbin muses, “I’m going to bring it around. Be ready, in case it’s hostile, but I want to at least give it a chance.” He casts a heal on the strange four-armed giant. It is all blue and covered in strange extrusions.
The thing’s eyes open. It rumbles in surprise. “FREE! I CAN NO LONGER FEEL THOSE METALS IN ME!” it booms. “THANK YOU. BUT WHERE AM I?”
“You’re in Sigil,” Horbin says. “You’re free to go. Do your people dwell here at all?”
“IN...?” The weird monster looks about it, horror falling over its craggy features. “AH, NO!” It rushes over and crashes through the door, shattering it.
”Hey, easy there, what’s wrong?” asks Sybele.
“AAARGH! BUILDINGS EVERYWHERE! I HATE BUILDINGS!!” The strange creature howls at the grey surrounding. “WHY MUST THERE BE BUILDINGS? WHY A CITY? AAARGH!!!” It begins to run off.
“Uh, see ya,” Sybele calls after it, bemused.
“I hope that thing isn’t some kind of menace,” comments Horbin.
The group goes back inside to deal with the solar... only to find that he’s gone.
“Crap,” mutters Lillamere. “That means that this isn’t over yet.”
Next Time: All right, the party stood up to a pretty fierce group of enemies there. How about three solars? How about that, huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought!
I think I succeeded wildly with this. 
