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Message: <blockquote data-quote="gfunk" data-source="post: 1306378" data-attributes="member: 1813">Sorry guys, only a mini-update tonight, I'm kinda tired.<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Session 56"Liches are my bitches" Stepping through the gate, Cronus found himself in library surrounded by numerous shelves with many tomes consisting of stretched skins and flesh. He liked the owner already . . . Standing besides him were some type of incorporeal undead and a Githzerai. In front of him, in a doorway that was inexplicably twenty feet off the ground, but directly within reach of his maul, stood a decrepit Lich. The area around her was suffused by an emerald aura which the Titan easily identified as a dimensional lock.  Apparently, his summoner had a severe bone to pick with this particular undead. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Stepping through the gate, Sidhe found himself hovering over a host of creatures. Several undead stared up at him in addition to two clearly fiendish Dragons, a Banite priest, a human female warrior, and a spectre (evidently the one who called him). Directly ahead of him, he saw a Lich, looking quite concerned being sandwiched between a Balor and a Titan! Sidhe liked his summoner already. ----------------------------------------------------------------- “Kill her, my minions! Grind Vlaakith to dust and then shred her followers!” Needing no further encouragement, Cronus used a tactic he commonly used to bring down particularly feisty prey. He made a perfunctory arcane gesture as a large, disembodied hand constructed of pure force sprang into being. However, something was most unusual. It generally took him a full six seconds to cast this evocation, but it appeared within moments, even as the spell entered his mind.  Of course! He was on the Astral Plane! Only on this magic-friendly plane were such radical alterations to the Weave possible. The crushing grasp clasped onto Vlaakith with little effort and began to squeeze unmercifully. Now that his foe was effectively immobilized, Cronus raised his maul and swung with all his might. The Lich Queen was protected by a powerful array of abilities. Her undead state rendered her resistant to nonmagical weapons and, indeed, only bludgeoning weapons could do her serious harm. Beyond this, she had an additional defense that could only be penetrated by a rare metal found only in meteorites – adamantine. Unfortunately for her, the Titan’s maul exhibited all of these properties in spades. One, two, three, then four blows struck Vlaakith in succession. The strength behind these strikes was monstrous, the damage inconceivable. The Lich’s form was resistant, but not even the most powerful golem could take such punishment. With nary a howl of protest, Vlaakith and all her equipment crumbled to dust. The Balor was not pleased. His fellow summonee had dispatched their principle foe a little too quickly.  To amuse himself he attempted but failed to dominate one of the Dragons, so Sidhe moved down to engage it in melee. His vorpal greatsword slashed it viscously across the face. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Lich Queen’s minions looked at each other in shock and alarm. Their charge, their monarch, who had led them to supremacy over the Astral Plane and military victory in the Prime was defeated. All of them knew that their only goal now was to prevent her assassins from reaching her phylactery. The Kr’y’izoths acted first. They began to toss greater dispel magics with abandon, first at Entropy, then Amal. However, the relative differences in their power levels was far too great for them to affect the Alienist. To make matters worse, their spells had no effect on Amal whose rod of absorption simply sucked them up. Finally one of them conjured up a clenched fist, which approached Amal but failed to breach the priest’s spell resistance. Laughing with contempt, Amal used a heightened destruction to finish off the Balor’s draconic opponent. Then he spoke a cryptic phrase, “Spirits of the Earth, hear my call! Send me a powerful warrior to crush my enemies!” Using this sort of contingent summoning spell, one of the Dreadmaster’s abilities as an accomplished Thaumaturgist, an Elder Earth Elemental appeared between the Kr’y’izoths and remaining Dragon. The huge elemental lunged for the Dragon, trying to grapple it, but the powerful wyrm resisted. The undead knights began with quickened wierds which failed to affect any except Noir, who couldn’t quite shake off her repressed fear of the Red Knight. One of the T’lak’iths engaged the Psychic Warrior in melee, while the other began smacking around a near defenseless Noir. Seeing an opportunity, the lone Dragon directed all of its bite, claw, and tail attacks at the injured Blackguard. She fell in a lifeless heap. Finally! The Lich-Queen’s favored saw that her slayers were not invincible. If they played it smart, they were confident in their success. Their elation lasted for mere seconds, when a brilliant pillar of light exploded into the room, surrounding Noir’s corpse. Just as the congress of Soulscrapers had pledged, their soul jolt returned the Blackguard to life. Her eyes opening once more, Noir stood as she sent Helltongue flying at the nearest Dragon leeching its life to fuel her own power. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Hor’ahun and his new Titan friend were making mincemeant of the Githyanki knight who had the temerity to take them both on. Held immobile by Cronus’ crushing grasp, the undead warrior speedily fell to the depredations of Hor’ahun’s greataxe and the Titan’s maul. Cronus turned to the diminutive Githzerai, “Are all your opponents this weak?” Seeing that no answer was forthcoming and eager to engage in more carnage, the Titan polymorphed into an Imp as he flew past Vlaakith’s ashes into the summoning chamber where the serious action was going on. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Sidhe was loving it! He launched a quickened firestorm that enveloped all three Kr’y’izoths in addition to the Elemental – what the hell did he care? He tried to grapple a mage with his innate ability of telekinesis, but found that the spell simply reflected upon him. The Wizards did their best to hold off their adversaries launching polar rays, greater dispel magics, and horrid wiltings. But despite the ridiculous amount of damage they were dealing, their foes simply refused to go down. After Entropy mazed the remaining Dragon and T’lak’ith, Sidhe, Noir, and Amal went to work on the final three wizards. Still wanting a piece of the action, Cronus maneuvered behind them and returned to his true form as the hallway nearly burst from his bulk. Before he could enter the melee mix however, the walls came alive and began pummeling him. Without room to move, the Titan was dragged down the hallway through the action of what could only be likened to an intestine, and deposited in a room far away.</blockquote>

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