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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 2292742" data-attributes="member: 143">Chapter 403Again a terrible word sundered the gap between realms, unleashing another wave of foul energy that struck the minds of the companions like a hammer.  Dana, Benzan, and Beorna were struck down, as helpless as their friends lying around them.The balor looked at the cleric, who had not succumbed to its fell power.  Spell resistance, it thought, recognizing the magic she’d summoned to protect her. So be it.  It would not protect her against having her head separated from her shoulders. The cleric rose, determination clearly warring with terror in her eyes, the former barely holding out as she held the paladin’s holy sword up—not as a weapon, but as a talisman against an evil she could not resist. “You cannot use that against me,” the demon hissed, lifting its own terrible sword. “It is enough that you fear it,” the woman said, presenting her holy symbol with her other hand, and speaking her own word of power. Ndulu roared, recognizing too late what she meant, unable to resist the power of the banishment spell that sent it screaming back to the depths of the Abyss. Jenya sagged back, worn by the brief but terrible struggle of wills against the demon lord, looking around at the destruction that surrounded her, feeling the heat of the flames that continued to burn around the exterior—and gradually into the interior—of the roadhouse.  The place was doomed; a single look was enough to prove that. She turned to her friends and their allies; they had to get out of here. She staggered back, pain exploding through her shoulder as an arrow slammed into her.  She looked up to see a group of figures emerging from the forest: a heavily armored man accompanied by a huge dire badger; a dark elf bearing a slender sword; three rail-thin elves who seemed to drift in and out of her view, as if her brain refused to recognize their presence.  Behind them, she could just make out the archer who’d shot her, and another figure, wreathed in dark robes, a shadowy figure impossible to clearly discern.  She felt some sort of magical attack impact her defenses, dissipating as it struck her spell resistance. “Surrender, Jenya Urikas!” the armored man said.  “The judgment of Adimarchus is upon thee!”She glanced down at the helpless adventurers lying all around her, paralyzed, unable to intervene. She was alone.</blockquote>

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