[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

None shall know the master!!! the emissary cries, the two other mouths hissing, one of them petering off into muttered curses while the other snarls and makes its serpentine tongue writhe in the air. Its next words seem almost... ecstatic, and while the voice is a horrific grate, the subject matter seems to energize it as love energizes a poet. It drones on as if the rest of you are not talking.
None may know what is beyond your pathetic intellects to comprehend. Your ignorance is understandable, for the Master has never shown itself to this pathetic world, except in the nightmares of those who sought to summon the Master's most wretched of servants. The Master and all who serve him are more than the shadows you call outsiders, those echoes of your own minds that form on what you call the outer planes; and who torment you because it is your deepest wish to be tormented, else why would your every fear feed these echoes, your every prayer empower them?
The Devourer of Souls you shall understand the Master to be, for you shall see firsthand the end of your pathetic existence. Now that the prophet has come shall the great torment begin. Then accept you the gift of the great one: your oblivion!


As Malacarus swears to the agreement the emissary frowns once more. Its voice has the tone of someone watching people it expects to know better do something... illogical and bizarre; similar to someone who's spent years collecting coins to buy a castle change their mind and pay all that money for an old boot they'll soon throw away.

So you... deny... the Master?
 

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"As your Master has thus denied me my right to exist, so I deny him. I did not master the dark arts merely to be consigned to oblivion," replies the necromancer.

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Realized this should have come up earlier - I forgot to choose languages. I have Elven and Undercommon, and want to select drow sign language, draconic, common, and goblin as my bonus ones. Sorry about this.
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"Ah well in that case yes, yes, we deny your master you ugly shrivelled scrotum of a creature. And like you we shall deal with him and rid the universe of your unsightly blight - honestly I've seen festering carbuncles on the underside of an aboleth who you make look like the fairest of maidens, you aren't even menacing." Thadeius says calmly, "So I really must insist you leave."

His hand tightens around his Rod of Ultimate Quickening and he chants "Ffo pilf etamitlu eht! Ylgu emoh ffo zzub!" Pointing a finger at the creature and sending a deadly black line shooting from it's tip to strike the creature, before swiftly trying to banish the creature.

"Sekiy." The Wizard adds shaking his head.

[sblock=Sekiy]Thadeius activates his contingent Mislead and an illusionary double appears in his place while the wizard himself floats up and backwards as far as the 40ft. speed of his overland flight and the room's size permit watching carefully to see if the creature's eyes follow him.[/sblock]

[sblock=OOC]Finger of Death DC 30 Fort or take 210 damage - take 3d6+21 if succeed, Banishment up to 42 HD DC 30 Will.[/sblock]
 
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ooc: this is funny! just read it back wards!
Ffo pilf etamitlu eht! Ylgu emoh ffo zubb!

Hedron draws his bow and lets fly his cold iron arrow.
unknown modifiers:

if undead there is a +8 favored enemy bonus to him and allies
or
if evil outsider then +4 favored enemy bonus to him and allies

He has been observing this thing, and so as a favored enemy if applicable, he gets to attempt a knowledge check.

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(Gtr vital strike) +32 att 4d8+9 dam Crit 19-20/X3 range: 220 type: P

addtl: point blank +1/+1 att/dam
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ooc:
A) sorry i for gort to write damage for the no description roll
B) dang, missed the crit by one!
C) this was a cold iron arrow, just to remind you, if it helps
 
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If by some miracle the thing is not dead allready, Gerhard will try to chop it in half.

[sblock=Actions]Free: power attack
Standard: attack with phantoms bane

Weapon stats: +5 ghost touch undeadbane greatsword, +41, 2d6+23(17-20/x3, autmatic confirm)
Weapon stats vs. undead: +43, 4d6+25(17-20/x3, autmatic confirm)

I'm assuming the creature is an outsider, but if it's an undead, the attack will be more powerful, as noted in the die rolls below.[/sblock]
 
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The shadows around Thorn thicken and lengthen, coiling around her as she steps back, and vanishes among them. As the others rain devastating attacks down on the monster, Malacarus senses movement behind him.

"Easy now," whispers Thorn's voice. "I will be right behind you. The first spell that goes astray, and you'll be looking up at the rest of your body, wondering how it got so tall all of the sudden."

There was a click, and scrape, as the manacles opened; freeing Malacarus' hands at last.
 

"You have my gratitude," replies the necromancer, taking his staff from the cleric and standing up. Leveling his staff to point at the monster, he utters a few words of power and black lightning tinged with red erupts from the end. His other hand conjures - something and a dark shadow falls over the creature, attempting to transform it to obsidian. "My statue garden needs expanding."
 

A small smile appears on Xanfire's face as the necromancer's chains suddenly broke free. Releasing the staff for the Necromancer to take, Xanfire turns around.

"Now then, Mr. Emissary, you have seen the strength of our conviciton. What say you?"

Raising his shield high, and recalling his sword from his glove, Xanfire now looks imposing as ever, the light suddenly switching from a bright glow to a firey dance, as though justice will be served.

[sblock=Actions]
Free Action: Realease the staff
Move Action: Ready Shield
Free Action: Recall Sword
Standard action: Ready an attack in case the creature gets closer to the Rogue and Necromancer
Free Action: End the Sanctuary Aura

NOTE: 4 rounds of Sanctuary Aura used 16 remain.
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