NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 2790536" data-attributes="member: 143">Glad I could be of service...  <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=":)" /> * * * * * Chapter 513Benzan... I’m sorry, Dana thought, as the mezzoloth behind her continued to tear at her back, while the others stabbed at her face and upper body from ahead and to her sides with their tridents. A last massive clang sounded, followed by a terrible noise of creaking metal that culminated in a loud resounding crash.  The mezzoloths turned as the poisonous cloud shifted and swirled from the disruption.  A dark form streaked forward out of the mist, massive, nebulous as it caromed into the mezzoloth standing behind Dana.  The insectoid fiend simply vanished, borne off into the fog with the newcomer.  The mezzoloths, surprised by the sudden development, hesitated for just an instant.  That respite was enough to give Dana the opportunity to summon a heal spell, fully restoring herself, burning away the toxic effects of the cloudkill.  Too late, the mezzoloths surged at her again, but even as they stabbed at her she leapt up, spinning around in a wide arc, her nunchaku laying about in a deadly barrage of powerful blows.  Fortified by her divine power, each impact sundered chitinous exoskeletons and segmented limbs.  More mezzoloths staggered forward to fill the gaps as she killed, but all bore the marks of her flame strikes, and it was clear that the fiendish surge was abating. The hulking newcomer returned, catching the fiends from behind.  He was big, standing nearly eight feet tall, covered in fur that seemed a pale gray in the weak light and swirling vapors.  He snarled as two of the mezzoloths turned on it, lashing out with powerful claws that delivered crushing blows against their alien bodies.  The first twisted and chattered madly as the creature snared it and dragged it up to his powerful jaws, and its struggles abruptly ended as they closed upon its head in a nasty crunch.  The second one tried a single feeble stab of its trident, but when that failed to even scratch it, it turned and tried to retreat.  It didn’t get very far. Dana was left facing five of the yugoloths, but her violent attacks were quickly driving down that number.  The ultroloth had not reappeared, and the fiends seemed to come to the belated realization that this fight was not going to end in their favor.  Once the rout began it ended quickly, with the fiends drawing upon the power and teleporting away.  Or at least most did; Dana caught another from behind as it tried to draw upon its power, smashing its back with two powerful blows and then snapping her weapon down upon its neck as it fell. That’s the last of them, her cohort said.  Are you all right?“Get Darr,” she said aloud, calling upon a dispel magic that cleared away the toxic cloud.  As the room came back into focus, she could see the battered-down iron door, as well as the iron fence-post that her cohort had used as an improvised battering ram. As the cloud dissipated, she could also clearly see him.  He was an impressive humanoid with animalistic features, covered in fur and a loose-fitting toga that was ruined with yugoloth blood and stains from its exposure to the cloudkill.  His long limbs ended in sharp talons, and his face was clearly feline, with dark blue eyes that fixed Dana intently.  His jaws did not look to be suited to speech, but when he spoke it was without accent or any apparent difficulty. “Bah,” he said, spitting out a mouthful of gore.  “I’m not going to get that taste out of my mouth for a month.”“You’ll get over it, LL,” she said, looking around the room.  She quickly searched the landscape of corpses to confirm that the yugoloth leader was not among them.  There were sixteen dead mezzoloths scattered around the room, many with their black carapaces scorched with divine fire.  But her interest lay elsewhere, as she turned to Mocker Durr. The tiefling’s features were green, but he still breathed, his breath rattling in his throat as he fought to draw air into his poison-ravaged lungs.  His left hand was outstretched, trembling as he tried to close his fingers on the grip of a dagger, but the paralyzing effects of Dana’s holy word still held him.  She checked him quickly, to make sure that he wasn’t in danger of dying from the poison in his system.  Thus satisfied, she crouched over him on the balls of her feet, where he could see her clearly.  The lion-man came over to loom threatening behind her, sending an obvious message.“Now, Darr.  It’s time for you and I to have that little talk.”</blockquote>

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