Panarchus casts Alter Fortune to force the lucky (?) tomato thrower to reroll. Touch AC is 59 in Gloom form.
"Cowards! Run to your savior then. You are unworthy of my efforts." Panarchus drops his swirling illusion to reveal his Gloom form and turn its Fear Gaze upon the crowd. In the ensuing panic P. darts to the tomato thrower and attempts to grab him.
"I said that I would allow you to go. But I will not suffer insult from mortals." If the guy isn't formidable, Pararchus will rip off his limbs and head, throwing them after the fleeing crowd.
Turning to Salarassa and refreshing his psychedelic illusion, Panarchus comments lightly, "This city is beginning to bore me. Shall we return to the others and plan our next move?
"Cowards! Run to your savior then. You are unworthy of my efforts." Panarchus drops his swirling illusion to reveal his Gloom form and turn its Fear Gaze upon the crowd. In the ensuing panic P. darts to the tomato thrower and attempts to grab him.
"I said that I would allow you to go. But I will not suffer insult from mortals." If the guy isn't formidable, Pararchus will rip off his limbs and head, throwing them after the fleeing crowd.
Turning to Salarassa and refreshing his psychedelic illusion, Panarchus comments lightly, "This city is beginning to bore me. Shall we return to the others and plan our next move?