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| Ob_Deamon12-04-03, 09:22 PM | Ob_Deamon: Äzrine, Bippy (Lord Jokke by extension), and DM FOOL: Even, Cheskel Nightshade22: Sarix, fake Sarix Kharbrethinal: Jikae'r Raymond_Luxury_Yatch: Ebarcam Arhra: Thirsrilanythril, Shezyriel NPCS: Isilk—captain of Äzrine's retrivers. If you feel like killing him, its not really a problem. The Children of Äzirne— You don't want to know what they are. Ask my permision befor affecting them. They are effectivly an extension of Äzrine. Tommy— The pet of Even. Presumably deceased. Any other posters please PM me and I'll add you to the lineup. If you have multiple Chars (like me), indicate which one is speaking in italics at the begining of the post. Key: " " - indicates charecter is speaking out loud * *- indicates charecter is communicating telepathically. Target of communication indicated in parenthesis () after what has been said. OCC: out of charecter context plain text will be interpreted as the charecter's actions. The subject of this FRPG will be to roleplay the war brewing in the Abyss of Thirsrilanythril and the Formless Cabal against Lord Jokke and Bippy, Clown Prince of Evil. Even and Äzrine both oppose Thirsrilanythril, but are not really allied to the Brothers of Dark Laughter (Bippy/Jokke). Sarix is a wildcard as of now. LET THE ROLEPLAYING BEGIN! |
| Ob_Deamon12-04-03, 09:30 PM | Äzrine At the center of the core chamber of the layer known as All Death, a creature floats. The size and general appearance of a Balor, the beast has six arms, and has four tremendous wings. Its body and wings seem to be made of metal, with small gears and other machanical bits and peices visable at the joints. He wears a robe of black. A retriver towers before him, motionless. Äzrine suddenly barks out "Report" [Äzrine] "Construction on the River of Bile is nearly finished. Even has moved against Thirsrilanythril on his home layer. Even has the upper hand, but that is not expected to last. Thirsrilanythril has begun to mobilize his troops outside of his layer. The Stinging One has ordered increased activity on the Pylon. Awaiting orders." [Retriver] Äzrine lapses into deep thought, his six hands stroking his metalic wings reflectivly. "Transfer the Sleeping Ones to Neverwhere." [Äzrine] he finally responds. The Retriver bows and exits. |
| Nightshade2212-06-03, 06:39 PM | *EEEEEnnnnneENENenneEEEe... Even... How long we have waited... you shall come to us......* telepathic message to Even from an unknown entity Sarix sits in his room, strangly off-set against the flowery background, contemplating when, and if, to join this war. --BZZFEGJHGYGSYGZZT!- a strange twisted creature teleports into the room. "reporting, captain" (servent) "yes... I've thought... Dunno, flip a coin." takes out a coin "heads jokke, tails Thirsrilanythril." (sarix) whipipipipiipipipipippiip... wham! "heads!" Sarix turns "Move armies 2,45,32,47,8,9,12,and 11 against jokke's forces. I'll accompany you later..." |
| FOOL12-06-03, 08:43 PM | Even In the Layer called Sightes undreamed, a young boy sits on a throne. The boy seems to be about 8 or nine. His name is Even. Even sits and watches the carnage he helped create with glee. With a passing thought, he summons 200 Pseudonightmares. Even casualy walks out to his balcony to observe the troops. "Do you fear fire?" he asks to a larger Pseudo. *Nay, we do not.* Answered the dark horse with the power of it's mind. "Then take these and go to the Abbyssial Furnece and leave my surprise" Said Even with mounting mirth. *Yes* Was the simple answer. And so they teleported bearing a small box bearing the power of the whirlpool of stars. *Once opened it will combine with the layers original heat and disintigrate the layer. Oh the irony!* Thought the Mad child with bouts of insane laughter. Chesskel "I am truely sorry but I must eat you now" Said a remarkably handsome human who suddenly turned into a giant snake and ate the man who just lost in a giant game of chess. The Human (who was really a Ha-naga named Chesskel) reverted to his original form. He slithered over to his scrying area. Something suddenly caught his attention. It is a massive battle! Chesskel watched in growing intrest as the battle wore on. Again his attention was snagged. "Could it be?" He thought "Could it be the one who banished me to this accursed place? "I must find out," Chesskel thought again. He then animated some "peices" he colected from his older games (the loseing team who were on the feild were turned into peices instead of being eaten) about 100 or so, (treat as Sheild Golums with telepathic power) and sent them to speak with the Giant reptile in the Pits of RaHaraat. "I DO hope she lets them in" He thought. |
| Ob_Deamon12-07-03, 02:32 AM | Lord Jokke A massive beast, hideous in appearance, whirls through a maelstrom of demons, tearing, cutting, destroying. It is huge. Lager than most dragons, the beast has the torso of an incredibly heavily muscled human. Four arms sprout from its sides, and in each is held a black weapon which screams and howls with demonic laughter. Six wings sprout from its back, an assortment of feathered, batlike, dragonic, and metal. Its head is hidden by a black flame, within which is visable two glowing green eyes. From its waist down its body is that of a massive Manta Ray, utterly black, with a long, prehensile tail ending in a longs blade. Incongrously with this horrendous form, bright, neon colored flames dance accross its massive bulk, like clowns preforming in a circus. From the flames of its head issue a torrent of words and garbled laughs. "Kill AHAHAHAH That one DIE the lizard burn hehehehehe fears his own got the head DIE of dog's burn kill HEHAHAEhAHEHAEHAh weakness left foot hehahehahaheahaheah..." (Lord Jokke) Suddenly, a faint whisper reaches its ears. "Vilyaxikis". Lord Jokke stops laughing. A deathly chill seems to settle around him. The colorful flames vanish. The laughter of his armaments stops. In a voice filled with rage, hatred, and fury, the Lord Of Dark Laughter bellows; "Who dares speak that name! BIPPY! SEND MY LEGIONS TO THE FRAY AT THE REALM OF THIRSRILANYTRIL! I have buisness to attend to!" And with that, he vanishes. Äzrine *We sing. Chourus of death, our vioce of doom. Secret Father, working hard at this loom. We sing. Monks of sorrow, we take hatred's leave. Secret Father, what do you weave? We sing. Harmony of hatred, speaking your name. Secret Father, the Abyss shall nothing taim. We sing. We sleep. We dream. We wake. We grow. We are ready.* [unknown] (Äzrine) Äzrine bolts to his feet, the gears and metal of his body screeching. Joy fills his normally expresionless face. It had happened. His great experment was ready. *Isilk, gather the Sleeping Ones. They have awakened. Give them the blood of Thirsrilanythril that was collected!* [Äzrine] (Isilk) |
| Raymond_Luxury_Yacht12-08-03, 11:42 AM | Ebarcam An enormous shadowy, winged shape sits impassively on a throne. "You" it says, gesturing towards a serpentine demon, "Mobililize my forces and send them against Thirs. I'd rather deal with a being in the long run who's name I can actually pronounce." You salutes and slithers off to deliver Ebarcam's orders. *Remainder of post deleted as it no longer makes sense in light of the current storyline* |
| Ob_Deamon12-08-03, 08:00 PM | Bippy Dressed in a clowns rags, and painted in garishly bright colors, a smaller than average pit fiend lols on a throne of what appear to be baloons made of the skin of celestials. Befor him, a group of Glabrazu roll small spheres of blackness down long allies sided with gutters. At the end of these allies are a group of ten halflings per ally bound with magic in a triangular formation. Whenver a sphere hits a halfling, it explodes, destroying that halfling and hurling its body to the ground, which in turn explodes, knocking down more halflings (bowling, using halflings and high explosives). The game finally comes to an end, with the largest of the Glabrazu the winner. "Exelent game, Ti'zinak! You may have your opponent's heads a trophies. No need to thank me..." (Bippy) suddenly, a strange whisper fills the mind of Bippy. "Vilyaxikis" (unknown) A chill runs down the Clown Prince of Evil's spine. "It... can't... no... please... no..." (Bippy) he whimpers. *BIPPY! SEND MY LEGIONS TO THE FRAY AT THE REALM OF THIRSRILANYTRIL!* (Lord Jokke) . A roar fills the Clown Prince's mind emanating from the now enraged, and, far more frightening, lucid Lord of Dark Laughter. "Ti'zinak! Ready the Legions of Fools! We go to war! Oh yeah, and throw this at Thirsrilanythril for me, will you? Theres a good chap." (Bippy) The Clown Prince says, tossing what appears to be a chicken pie to the Glabrazu. "I have buisiness to attend to..." (Bippy) he says in deadly earnest, all laughter gone from his voice. Äzrine "Vilyaxikis" (unknown) The Dark Chonicler bolts upright from his supine position in the central chamber of his realm, hurling the skull that was reciting its history to him against a wall, shattering it, by the sheer violence of motion this entailed. "What, [b]idiot invokes that name! Lord Jokke I can deal with, but not Vilyaxikis! Whomever the idiot that said that is, they won't be around for much longer, at least... Now, how to put the King of Dark Laughter back to his sleep... Damn, not now, any time but now!" (Äzrine) he whispers to the empty chamber. Only then does he notice the shattered skull. "Damn, that was a good acount of the history of the Great Falll. Celestial skull that remeber that event are so hard to aquire!" (Äzrine) Lord Jokke The King of Dark Laughter hurtels through the Cursed Pools, filled with an unmistakable rage. All maddness has left him, to be replaced by a hate so profound that even the rages of Orcus pale by comparison. *WHO DARES SPEAK MY NAME! I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOUR MINIONS, I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!* (Lord Jokke) [anyone capable of hearing him (which is pretty much anybody on the abyss)] Power surges from his enourmis form, tearing portholes to strange places, ripping anything stupid enough to be within one mile of the enraged lord to shreds, bombarding layers whos portholes are too close. "Vilyaxikis, Vilyaxikis, Vilyaxikis, Vilyaxikis, Vilyaxikis" (unknown) the voice rings out again and again, besigeing the mind of the reconstitued Lord Of Rage. |
| Ob_Deamon12-08-03, 08:09 PM | DM On the realm of Thirsrilanythril, over the fields of battle where demon forces decimate each other, a porthole appears. From it issue a torent of Vrocks, all dressed and painted as clowns, carrying tridents in one hand, and small, chicken pies in the other. One Vrock, far larger than the rest screams shrilly; "Unleash the laughter of our lords Bippy and Lord Jokke!" (Vrock) With that, the horde of demons cast their pies down on the demons below. Within 12 seconds of their impact, the pies explode into screams of laughter, tearing everything within 30 ft. of their impact site to pieces (I don't think very much is going to survive Intesified, energy substituted (sonic), delayed fireballs? (thats 20th level casters for the record, dealing 240 sonic damage, with 6-7 blasts per 30ft spread (1440-1680 sonic damage total))) "Attack!" (Vrock) And the Vrocks plunge on the remaining hordes of demons, as portholes open throughout the battlefield and hordes of similarly dressed demons stream from them. |
| FOOL12-08-03, 08:27 PM | Even *Vilyaxis* A voice in Even's mind echos that name as it fades into nothingness. Even gasps in horror. "NO!!!! I've put in too much work to have that laughing idiot revert to his original form!" Even seethed silently Suddenly, a thought. Even giggles madly. "CAPTAIN!" he roared. "Yes m'lord?" said a half-dragon, half pseudohuman who suddenly appeared. "Pull our forces from Thris's layer and keep them in reserve here!" Even Exclaimed "My I inquire why sir?" Asked the Captain with a quizzical look on his face "NO! Just do it!!!" Sheiked Even as he released a lightning bolt at the captains arm. The captain contacted the other Officers. "Pull our forces out of the layer! Quickly, or Even will have you're head!" Even then sent a telepathic messege to his allies (other than Jokke for fear of enrageing him further) *It would be wise to pull you're forces out. I have a little surprise.* It was then Even teleported "Tommy" to the layer. Chesskel The golums finaly arrived at the pits and wait pationtly for their call to be anwered. "I wonder if I shall ever find the one... well, I hope my querey shall soon be answered" murmered Chesskel with a little more optimism than usuall. |
| Nightshade2212-08-03, 08:47 PM | As Sarix's forces pour onto the battlefeild accompenying Thiss's towards the "clowns", a shadowy figure steps onto the battlefeild. "Hello jokke, or, should I say, Vilyaxikis!" Sarix says. "I'm terribly sorry to have your plans disrupted, all you others! The lord of rage has been awakened! BWAHHWHAHHWHHAHAHAHAHAH!! HA-HA-HA!!!" A single thought flashes through the mind of every demon (other than Jokke) watching: This, This thing Does not act like sarix at all... So WHERE is the real sarix... To Be Continued... |
| Ob_Deamon12-08-03, 08:58 PM | DM Suddenly, the battlefield clears. The forces of Sarix, Thirsrilanythril, Even, and every one else, flee, with what appear to be bored expresions on their faces. Alone is Lord Jokke, reconsituted as Vilyaxikis, and the copy of Sarix. A lurch in the multiverse is felt as a chunk of land is ripped from the layer, and onto a small, brightly lit void, suspended in the air. Sarix can feel as the ties to this place are severed from the rest of the Abyss, and for that matter, the multivers. There will be no retreat from this battle. And alone, against the Lord of Dark Rage, what force could stand? Back on Thirsrilanythril's realm, the demons regain their intrest in the conflict rather rapidy. The carnage resumes. |
| Nightshade2212-08-03, 09:19 PM | (OOC, to Ob_deamon: )Can I run the battle? (stat-wise) The Psudo-Sarix can be treated as a Lvl 100 wiz (no outsider HD) with the following powers: Shadow Discorporation (Su): If Sarix is in shadows or darkness, any damage that would reduce Sarix to 0 hit points or less instead has a chance to discorporate him. On a successful will save DC (5 + damage dealt), he breaks apart into dozens of flitting shadows and vanishes, along with anything carried or held. He reforms at the next sundown at a place of his choosing within one mile of the place where he discorporated. While discorporated, nothing can attack him and he cannot take any actions; she does not exist when discorporated. Shadow Jump (Su): Sarix can jump from shadowy area to shadowy area as if by dimension door. He can cover 400 feet per day, and that amount can be split among multiple jumps. Jumps shorter than 10 feet count as 10 feet. Shadow Pounce (Ex): When Sarix uses a spell or a spell-like ability with the teleport descriptor, he can execute a full attack action after the teleportation. He must have line of sight on the target from the original location, and the destination must be a place from which he can launch a melee attack with the weapon in his hand at the beginning of his action. and one uber nasty one, your choice. (If you want to run it or change Psudo-sarix's stats, just tell me.) And: SARIX The lord of shadow himself arrives just as his copy is about to battle lord jokke. "Hmmm... Interesting. I think i'll hitch a ride." And he does, which he immidiately regrets, hanging off the bottem of another mukltiverse. slowly, he works towards the edge... |
| FOOL12-08-03, 09:44 PM | Even All of a sudden, a giant squid-like creature with liquid metel instead of tentecals and small spikey protrusions jutting from it's body, erupts from the very air. *I gave you plenty of time,* said Even to his allies, *I gave you time to pull out you're forces. Now I shall give you 20 minutes to remove you're armies. Unless you wish to lose all you have sent here, pull you're forces NOW!!!* The squid thing hangs suspended in the air. Back in sights undreamed, Even grins madly. "It is time," he says to nothing. His nightmare troops arrive in the furneces. The ones not carrying the box surround the one who is, and the large dark horse, suddenlty drops the box and him and the others teleport imediatly. A tremendous explotion rocks the layers going from this and 4,573 layer going up and down. All existance on this layer is suddenly blinked out of existance, and the 1,000 layers up and down from this layer that are heated, quickly become freezing cold. Now to get to findi- He suddinly senses the fight. Even grins malevolently. "So no need to find him after all." Even then casts, Even's Abbyssial Perfection Abjuration Spellcraft DC: 167 Components: V, S, XP Casting time: 5 actions Range: 600ft Area: 1 person Duration: 10 rounds Saving throw: None Spell Resistance: No To Develop: 150,000 gp, 20 days, seeds: Fortify, heal and armor Basically, this spell beefs you up. It does it's job well too. It gives you're AC +20, you're attack +20, regeneration, rapid healing, natural armor +10 (stacks), and +15 to damage. When cast, this spell does 9d6 damage. Visible things that happen when the spell is cast are, slight crackeling sparks dance around the caster, and a thin red line goes to whatever this is being cast on. On Jokke Even sits back in his chair, exahsted but pleased with himself. "Let's see that charlatin get past that" whispered Even. "Plus I've been waiting to test that out." (he can cast that far because of a differant spell you cast on yourself that makes you're spells go fairly far. Haven't made exact stats for it yet.) (If anyone thinks that the DC for this spell needs adjusting, let me know) Chesskel "I'm getting impatiant" Chesskel says under his breath while adding some adventurers to his collection. |
| AlexBurel12-08-03, 09:47 PM | I'm not sure what PM means so I'll just post it here: Would it be alright if I played Tor Timesplicer in this FRPG? This will be my first one... |
| FOOL12-08-03, 10:24 PM | Originally posted by AlexBurel I'm not sure what PM means so I'll just post it here: Would it be alright if I played Tor Timesplicer in this FRPG? This will be my first one... The more the merryer! |
| Kharbrethinal12-09-03, 04:55 AM | (May I join?, I have posted a layer and Jikae'r has a personal intrest in the Pylon if so: ) Deep within the smog shrouded spires of the Machine-Lords lair a dark figure stirs, it is Jikae'r Lord of this layer, He turns to face the cause of his disturbance. It is Kirr his faithful minion a potent Crawler ( a crawler is a special breed of Abyssal Skulker and Goblin). The Machine Lords voice booms from the ornate grills lining the cave. ##WHY HAVE YOU DISTURBED MY <i>PRISON<i>## Jikae'r was reffering to his body, he had long since echewed it to traverse the mehcanical complexities of his Layer. "Lorrd, A War is Brewing in the abyssss..." ##WHAT DO I CARE OF PETTY WARS## " Of coursse Lorrrd, but a new weapon has been created" ##A NEW WEAPON?!## There was a note of exitement in the Machine Lord's synthisized voice. " Yes Lord it is called the pyllllon..." ##OH THAT.....IS IT FINALLY OPERATIONAL?## "Yesss my Lord, we believe so." ##GOOD, GOOD, EXCELLENT! DESPATCH THE OBSERVERS...## "As you command my Lord, but there is one problem....." ##WHAT?## " Lord Jokke and Bippy are attempting to destroy the pylon and its...creator....Thisrilanythril." ##TRAVESTY!! THOSE PATHETIC UPSTARTS JOKKE AND BIPPY MUST BE DISSASEMBLED IMMEDIATLY!!## Kirr slinks back worriedly licking his lips at his lord's outburst. "ah..I will begin preparations...immediatly..." Kirr scampered from the chamber Jikae'r's ranting following him any where in the chamber. |
| Ob_Deamon12-09-03, 11:38 AM | (Hundreth Level Wizard you say? Thats way stronger than Demogorgan (Dicefreaks style). Mabey, tone it down to 85th level wizard? Thats the Recomended HD range for ascended Demiuges. His special abilities are worthless here, seeing as the area is filled with light. (I'm gonna run Vilyaxikis/Lord Jokke. In this form (re-awakened Vilyaxikis, he has different Abyssal Blessings than Lord Jokke))) Lord Jokke Vilyaxikis's form suddenly surges with power as the spell of Even surrounds him. The flames concealing his face suddenly turn blood red, and power surges through his form. With a scream of rage beyond all comprehension, he charges forward twords the fake Sarix. (He enters rage, then uses Dire Chagre to close with Sarix and get a full attack action (thats 20 attacks, all doing a considerable ammount of damage)) DM On Thirsrilanythril's realm, the fires begin to die down. The charred remnants of Demons lie throughout the flamming mess. Thirsrilanythril himself stands amid the carnage, wobbling unstably. A strange song begins to ring quietly in the backs of the minds of all throughout the abyss. Suddenly, a serise of small, white holes begin to form on the layer. Plants begin the sprout and grow at an alarming rate, achiving thousands of years of growth in seconds. The charred flesh of the dead demons begins to mend, and suddenly, everything that had died rises, filled with a fury unmatched by anything seen befor. Bereft of all former alligences, the demons set about against each other, every beast for themselves. Next to Thirsrilanythril, an swarm of flies forms, flying in to a loop, from which steps the Stinging one, the leader of the Formless Cabal. "Well, my lord, it seems that the contingencies we had in place worked. I don't think the boy will be able to do that again." (Stinging One). Äzrine The Dark Chonicler steps out onto The Bloodsoaked Ilse. "My children," he cries, "send forth you power, and burn the forces of that fool Jikae'r's forces from the battefield. Then, focus your might on the Pylon. It must not activate!" (Äzrine) Five pillars of flesh turn, and energy begins to arc from them towrds a small pool of frozen water suspened in mid air between them. |
| Nightshade2212-09-03, 03:59 PM | :HemHem: Psudo-Sarix gets a 30 for init. (Yes, I really rolled) the real sarix prepares a spell... :devil: |
| FOOL12-09-03, 04:59 PM | Even "I WARNED YOU!!!" screamed Even while jumping up and down with fury, "I WARNED YOU I WOULD RELEASE IT!!! NOW ALL THE ARMIES WILL SUFFER!!!!" Even then released his hold on "Tommy". The squid thing imediatly started mowing down soldiers, 20 at a time, spareing no one. But much to Even's surprise, when the squid thing started twoards the Pylon, it crashed to the ground as if it had hit something invisible. As soon as the shock wore off, the soldiers started hacking away at it, which only fueled Even's fury. He started slinging his most potent spells, but he wasen't fast enough to save the squid thing. Even narrowed his eyes. Suddenly an enraged howl lept through his halls. "I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!!!!" and suddenly, Even was in the middle of the battle, killing anything he recognized as helping kill his beloved pet. Chesskel "I'm finished waiting!" Chesskel snapped. He then sent his sizable army, to destroy the Pits defences. |
| Ob_Deamon12-09-03, 07:29 PM | Vilyaxikis/Lord Jokke (Initiative: 22, but on his action: Rages, and dire charges. Attack roll results(rolls) are as follows With Laughsword: +151(5)/+151(15)/+144(12)/+130(3) with Grinsplitter: +141(1)/+145(10)/+147(17)/+130(5) With FoolSkin: +147(7)/+149(14)/+131(1)/+149(19) With JesterRod: +156(16)/+138(3)/+137(7)/+150(20 (did he successfully crit?)) With Giggle: +157(17)/+144(9)/+149(19)/+143(13). Out of curiosity, what would the copy of Sarix's AC be? :D These values are not counting the bonuses from Even's spell. :D :D :D ) "DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" the Lord of Dark Rage screams as it hurrels itself against the false Sarix. |
| Nightshade2212-09-03, 08:30 PM | wait a bit, not done yet with fake's stats. ;) |
| Kharbrethinal12-10-03, 05:16 AM | OOC: One thing, about the Dark Chronicallier, Jikae'r has yet to bring any troops to Thisrylanthil.)) Unnoticed by the warring demons, small beetle sized creatures have begun to creep through the jungle, on closer inspection they are small silvery mechanical creatures with a glowing gem affixed to eaches centre. Slowly and silently they infiltrate throughout the jungle with no apparent goal. Any who would have time to search the jungle locating each would find they have positioned theselves one for each square mile, once they reach there positions they burrow deep into the earth and gain a blinding glow which streaks to the sky, The demons pause for a moment as thousands of pinpoints of dazzling red light arc into hte skies. Above the battle field a cacophenous wail peirces the sky like the sounds of screaming metal. Jikae'r has paved the passage for his emergence, but now is not yet the time to attack in force, he keeps his hand hidden for the moment. ((One thing do the teddies and chess peices count as constructs? For mind-influencing effects, polymorphing ect.)) |
| Arhra12-10-03, 07:14 AM | For the entire campaign so far Thirsrilanythril has seemed to take a primarily defensive stance. Now Thirsrilanythril watches the battle line as it begins to degenerate into an immense series of skirmishes. He considers his next actions even as he recieves information of what is happening on the other contested layers. He sees the the red lights spark into the sky even as dweomers tell him of Jikae'r's decision to enter the war. He smiles as he senses the energies gathering. Soon the Pylon would be ready and this battle swept away. Thirsrilanythril hadn't used even a tenth of his full might, content to watch events unfold. 'Soon it will all be mine. The forces ranged against me are diverse and that may very well prove to be their downfall. The twin laughing ones, the child, the lord of shadows and of course... the other one. ' Thirsrilanythril smiles, knowing that the Dark Chronicaler will be able to hear what he says next 'Yes Äzrine, I know your secret. You will not be able to stop the Pylon. My blood will ensure that. Do you really think I didn't notice your minions attempting to collect my blood? Well I made it easier for them. You want to know now I penetrated your misdirections Äzrine?' The Hunter's smile broadens, 'Your children... Now witness your defeat! The strange echoing song seems to slowly have another song underlaying it, barely heard. Let the blood song rise Upon the tide of war New powers shall comprise The Hunter's victory The first song begins to falter in confusion as the new one swiftly gains in strength and changes its pattern. Blood calls blood Blood rules blood Let the Hunter's blood sing anew! The new song gains dominance even as the first sinks to a mere whisper until suddenly it blazes forth again in a caphconic symphony. But it seems different somehow. We sing! Words twisting the webs of our former king. Lord Thirsrilanythril, with your blood we sing! Let the blood song clearly ring Thirsrilanythril's song we sing! * * * Shezyriel (RaHaraat) Two glowing red eyes seems to appear and then a gigantic black dragon which seems to glow from inner fires appears to fade into existence. 'So, I see you have little patience Chesskel. I was busy with other matters. I would advise you stop this assault unless you wish an agonising demise. What is it you want of me?' |
| Nightshade2212-10-03, 03:59 PM | Casts a quickened haste, casts sheild, casts Harm. harm attack (touch): 110. MAKE A WILL SAVE, JOKKE!!! :smirk: |
| Ob_Deamon12-10-03, 04:48 PM | Lord Jokke (Wait, how'd he get three spells. Quickened haste, then he gets one more spell, apparently harm or shield. Lord Jokke gets a +71 total on his will saving throw, assuming you beat his SR of 96. Not that 110 damage can really hurt the Rager. His HP total is 3670. I just realized something. I've been breaking with my own philosophy of keeping with Dicefreaks cannon. He should have 5 less levels or HD. :blush: . Still, how many times did I hit 'cha? (reduce the roll results by 5. Add 20 from Even's spell) The Lord of Dark Rage recoils from the furious magical assault. He rears up to his full height, and suddenly, from the flames obscuring his face, a serise of words fly. "Ûanltax vântaxäth shîeleît camuk Särix." The Dark One spits. "Îangure kimchïk naûthfîlnat kemek." (He just used Abyssal Decimation (one of Vilyaxikis's Abyssal Blessing. Basically Black Humor based on Preformance (Insult)), dealing 740 damage. If the fake Sarix has Preformance (Insult), he can try to reduce the damage with a check in that skill. Damage is reduced by your check result.) Äzine The Dark Chonicler grins as he hears the new song. He calls out, and his words are swept to Thirsrilanythril; "Hunter you have found my trail. In doing so you forget your tail! Corrupt a father's child! The song you've heard is not yet wild! Twist my webs, jam my gears! My wrath has weathered years! If my children you weapons be, now their father's wrath you'll see!" As the chonicler sings these verses, yet again are the verses of the towers subverted. "We sing. Father's rage, in words expressed! Thirsrilanythril, our father knows best! We sing. Father's hate, made plain to see! Ever our lives our father's shall be! We sing. Father's lies, to hide so well! The end of this war, only time can tell! We sing. Father's life, brought new blood! Hunter king, chew your cud! We sing. Father's truth, made plain to me! Darkness now is all you'll see! We sing. We sing. We sing. We sing. A strange fluid, blacker than night begins to flow out from small portholes that have opened over the battlefield. It begins to spread among the warring demons, consuming them. Their skulls begin to flow away in the liquid mass. The words of the song begin to resonate louder than ever. (Kharbrethinal: Who said they had to be. Ever heard of a pre-emptive strike? Must... not... comment... about... American... Government! Arhra: The children of Äzrine are MINE) |
| FOOL12-10-03, 05:18 PM | Even As soon as Even sees the dark blots, he swears and imediatly teleports away. After casting Even's Abbyssial Perfection one more time on Jokke, he gets to work on finding the stinging one. He was quickly found. Even grins malevalently. "Dark horses!" He exclaims *Yes* was the simple answer. "Take this and do to that hair layer what you did to the furneces!" *We require payment* responed the dark steed. "Fine fine fine, find something you'd like in my treasure." The Nightmares looked at each other. *Yes* was, again, the answer So they teleported to the layer with the Pylon's materials and dropped another box. This layer was also blinked out of existance while Even giggles madly Chesskel *Troops! Pull out!* was Chesskels psycic command Instantly all the chess peices disapear. *Are you the one who banished me to this accursed place?! I have spent eons here in torture and always looking for who did it! Answer me!* Roared the enraged serpent with his tail thrashing, breaking all around him. |
| Nightshade2212-10-03, 07:26 PM | I use 3.0 :) he now has :roll roll: 4 Hp. :P However, all of the attacks of Vilyaxikis hit. (ow :twitch: ) tell me the damage... no more turns until Sarix goes. |
| AlexBurel12-10-03, 07:40 PM | On a little known layer of the abyss, cleansed of its inhearint evil and chaos and guarded by powerful wards, a wizard watched. For seven billion years he had been trapped in a dreamlike state, able to watch the multiverse but not to interact with it. Now he had been freed, and through elaborate maniplulation of the space-time continiumn had reforged his prison layer in a matter of days. Tor slowly scanned the battlefield. Although he could care less for the death of the demons, the pylon itself was a danger to reality. One way or another, it had to be disabled or destroyed for the pressure it put on reality was unsafe. But now was not the time to act, demons could not come near his fortress, and so if Jokke failed to slay the pylon, he could easily do it from afar-despite the intense energy that would be needed to do so. After all, Antimatter was surpisingly easy to transport, once you knew how. |
| Arhra12-11-03, 07:20 AM | Thirsrilanythril watches the black liquid flow and thinks, 'Hmmm, while this all works to my great plan I can not tolerate this.' He then speaks aloud, 'Then if you will not serve me you will perish.' Again the blood song surges forth and the infernal singing falters, torn between the conflicting songs. Then he raises one arm and cuts a long shallow slice with his arm blade. The ichorous blood pools even as the wound closes. Thirsrilanythril smiles grimly as he speaks ancient words to reawaken the affinities of his blood. Minutes pass with him softly speaking words of power. Then the spell complete he places a terrible curse into the vast seas of blood that sustains Azrine's children. When Azrine's song strengthens the blood bubbles as it begins to boil. The singing falls into complete disarray as their soft bodies begin to shrivel in the heat but the blood song sings softly still. The myriad portals collapse in on themselves as the singing jars out of harmony from the pain. As Asrine's song diminishes and its power leaks away the blood slows in its boiling. Thirsrilanythril speaks again addressing Azrine, 'It was most foolish of you to use my blood. I have powers that precede your enchantments. Still, aid me and I will forget your attempts to obstruct me. The rewards will be great.' Thirsrilanythril is content with dealing with that annoyance, knowing that the curse can be lifted but still Azrine must contend with the control that the ties of blood give him. Considering his next target Thirsrilanythril gathers a portion of his host to him and commands a great portal to the Pylon's layer to open, his forces streaming through. The Pylon was almost ready, the great battle happening as planned, but first the child would be crushed... * * * Shezyriel regards the Ha-naga, fiery eyes actually looking slightly surprised. 'No, I did not banish ye. I have only dwelled here for the last millenium or so after I swore my allegience to the Hunter. Still, if you aid in this great battle I am sure Thirsilanythril would see fit to reward you. You do crave freedom do you not?' Shezyriel ruffles her wings slightly and waits for the Ha-naga's response. |
| Ob_Deamon12-11-03, 04:15 PM | (I use 3.5, and guess whos the DM for this thread :D? Lord Jokke just took 150 damage. Out of curiosity, howed ya get a DC 110?) Lord Jokke (Damage is as follows For Laughsword 72+13 sonic, 71+12 sonic, 72+3 sonic, 66+18 sonic For Grinsplitter 73+12 sonic, 68+14 sonic, 73+5 sonic, 69+17 sonic For Foolskin 58+12 sonic, 61+14 sonic, 51+9 sonic, 56+11 sonic For Jesterrod 71+12 sonic, 74+11 sonic, 146+36 sonic (crit :D), 70+12 sonic For Giggle 58+12 sonic, 61+13 sonic, 50+10 sonic, 57+10 sonic Total: 1377+246 sonic. Ouch! That must hurt like hell! How many HP Fake Sarix have? Add to that the 740 damage he dealt with Abyssal Decimation, and I think poor fake Sarix is overkilled by several hundred. Am I right? Oh yeah, thats not counting the 2d6+54 damage he gets for multiweapon Rend! I think I can saftly assume that fake Sarix is dead.) Lord Jokke, returned to his humorous form, stands triumphent over his fallen foe, befor finding himself back on the abyss, in the Red Tower. Something begins to stir in his subconcience though, the echo of Vilyaxikis. "Kill the hunter for his daring to attack ussssssss.... The monstrous beast turns, and begins to descend through the abyss, heading for the Pylon. Bippy The Clown Prince has been watching Thirsrilanythril with some interest for some time. He grins. "Yes... Think that you can scheme... Foolish hunter. You belive that you can outwit me. By birth and by creed, I am the weaver of plots. You, on the other hand..." The Clown reaches down and plucks a baloon from his throne. "Are the butt of the grand joke that is the Abyss. I wonder, how will you handle this... hehehehe..." So saying, he casts the baloon from him, and watches as it floats on an unfelt breeze through a porthole to Thirsrilanythril's Relm. "Now, the games can really begin..." Äzrine The Dark Chronicler winces as his children writhe in pain. He sighs, and jestures. Abruptly, the blood is gone. In its stead is a strange mist. which glows with a pearly luminesince. "Well, my dear sister, it comes time for you to serve your purpose." The Children suddenly burst with new growth, towers growing branches that connect themselves to each other. A hard carapace begins to form around the towers. "Isilk! Begin the transference. Lets see how you deal with this, Hunter. You may be stronger than me, but can you win against the true spinner of webs? I wonder..." DM The song of the Children ends, and the black tide ebbs. Quickly it is gone, back to where it came from. Where the jungles of Thirsrilanythril's Realm were, lies a massive, flat plain of silt and sand. From a porthole a small skull flies, and impacts with the mud of the ground. Attatched to it is a small strand of spider silk. Another, then another, and then a shower of skulls fly from the porthole, the webbing quickly becoming an entangling mass. And suddenly, the webbing goes taught. Something is crawling through the porthole. Something which Thirsrilanythril can feel, on the very base of his existance. Something incredibly familiar, yet stangely unrecognizable... Äzrine "Now the cards are down. Let us see how you well you can fight the Trapper of the Abyss..." |
| Nightshade2212-11-03, 05:03 PM | As Sarix climbs finally up, he sees the fake Sarix's rended form there. The shadowflesh fluttering in the breeze as the chunk of earth returns to the abyss. he wthces as, slowly, the life force ebbs out of the barely alive fake.(I say he has like, -9.9 repeating Hp.) *free...* "wazzat?"(sarix) *free* now it echos in the backs of the minds of others, stronger demons, until, at last, It issues forth. "FREE!!" A huge shadow wreathed with oblivion issues from the now dead Fake. "FREE! Free after all those years of oblivion!" YES, JOKKE, IT IS I, TELEMRES, YOUR OLD COLLIGIE!!(sp?)" It spits with disgust. "EVERY CENTURY FORCED TO TAKE A NEW FORM OF A DEMIPOWER OF THE ABYSS< EVERY TIM FORCED INTO A WEAKER ONE THAN OF MY CHOOSING< AND WITH NO POWERS OF THE ABYSS!" "NOW-YOU-SHALL-ALL-PAY!!!" the thing rages, stomping across the battlefeild. "FINALLY FREED! MERCIFULL DEATH, TO BRING RISE TO MY TRUE FORM!" His sardonic laughter echoes throughout the abyss! |
| Arhra12-12-03, 06:38 AM | On the layer of the Abyss containing the Pylon, Even watches the assault on the Pylon, giggling to himself. At that moment however a portal tears open and Thirsrilanythril's forces pour out, led by the Hunter himself. Thirsilanythril runs at the head of his force as glabrezu and nalfeshnee lumber forwards with hordes of jovocs and abbysal maws milling at their heels. Mariliths slither along, their razor sharp weapons thirsting for blood and even balors move in. The occasional goristo and fiendwurm is visible along with other monstrous beasts. Vrocks and other winged fiends fill the sky. Even continues giggling as he hurls a fireball at Thirsrilanythril, while he is still far away and then chokes slightly when the Hunter pays no more heed to it than a light breeze. Even stamps his foot in anger, 'How dare he ignore my spell!' Thirsrilanythril then roars and begins to charge forward with his forces at an obscene rate. Even decides he'd better get a little further away from the horde of ravening demons and casts a teleport spell. He blinks out and then reappears a second later in the same spot. He notices the the malicious gleam in Thirsrilanythril's eyes and gulps slightly. This wasn't going well at all... Thirsrilanythril roars again and his force spreads out. He keeps his eyes fixed on his chosen prey, the child Even. He had already negated his ability to escape and now he would teach the child the foolishness of meddling with the Lord of All That Hunts. As he closes he roars, 'Azrine, Ebercam, Sarix, Bippy and Jokke! Face me! Your doom is at hand!' Around him he can sense the throbbing of all the blood spilled in the war and it drives his forces into a mad frenzy, desiring no more than to rend and kill. The energy for the Pylon is almost completely gathered and then all will fall before his wrath. Thirsrilanythril's warhost crashes into Even's forces like a natural disaster. |
| Nightshade2212-12-03, 07:12 AM | as Thirsrilanythril raises his weapons to deliver a devistating blow to Even, a hugeblast of dark energy falls from the sky, delivering an AWFUL blow to Thirs. (he needs to make a reflex save, and both of them need to make inititive checks) Both gasp in horror as Telemres, falls, menacing, from the sky. ((Be careful about controlling other people's chars. What you did with Even was acceptable, but be carefull.)) |
| Arhra12-12-03, 07:19 AM | Well I was very careful with him, not making him doing anything major and I tried to make him act appropriately. I am trying not to outright destroy some of the nifty things people are making. Unlike other people I might name. And what's with everyone saying they can destroy planes so easily? Or changing them with with a mere gesture. For the reflex save Thirsrilanythril gets a 67 (and has improved evasion) and for initiative he has a total result of 33. |
| Ob_Deamon12-12-03, 06:29 PM | Lord Jokke As the blast from Telemres strikes Thirsrilanythril, Lord Jokke arrives on the battlefield. "HEHahehahAheahhAHEAHahea— oooh! Snakes! Burn! Kill! Yipee! Let me see, now where... BURN IT ALL! FROGGIES! Kill! is that... HEAHERHAHEHAHEHA! MakE IT aLL BuRN! idiot Thirsrilanythril..." Apon ariving, he immediatly tears into Thirsrilanythril's host, screaming obsenities mixed with bouts of laughing and almost statments of almost childlike glee. A small baloon made of the flesh of a Celestial floats after him. Seeing Thirsrilanythril he immediatly rushes twords the space about 100 ft. behind the Hunter. (Yeah, what is with all the layer destroying!? I mean, I myself am guilty of a little bit of that.. but WTF!?) |
| Nightshade2212-12-03, 07:12 PM | OOOH! so close! trihs takes 472 damage. Telemres gets a 39 for inititive (I assume that beats even, if you count a 20 roll as just 20) he comes in... attacks: deathbite 166(13)/163(15)/147(4)/148(10) remhoraz 156(12)/157(18)/147(13)/145(16) so, how many hit??? :D |
| Arhra12-13-03, 07:31 AM | Well all of them hit. Curse the obscenely high attack bonuses. Is this converted to 3.5 by the way? Thirsrilanythril is CR 74 and he doesn't have as high an attack bonus... for now. And ah yes, I get 2 attacks of opportunity for you charging me. Two bites at +151 and 156 respectively. Now for Thirsrilanythril's full attack action on Telemres: claws 154 (11)/ 149 (6)/ 158 (15)/ 147 (4)/ 156 (18)/ 140 (2)/ 149 (11)/ 147 (9) Two critical threats - confirmation 145 (2), 141 (3) rakes 151 (8)/ 154 (11)/ 159 (16)/ 157 (14)/ 160 (17)/ 150 (7)/ 149 (6)/ 153 (10)/ 154 (11)/ 161 (18)/ 154 (11)/ 162 (19) (Yes, that as Four critical threats - confirmation 153 (10), (153 (10), 160 (17), 159 (6) Bite 147 (4) Tail slap 161 (18) One critical threat - confirmation is 154 (11) How many of these hit? :D He's not called the Hunter for nothing. Thirsrilanytril also unleashes an fire storm to blat Even, Telmeres and Jokke and any other unfortunates nearby. Make a reflex save. * * * Thirsrilanythril lunges forwards at this new interloper and unleashes a whirling storm of blades, teeth and claws even as the air around them is shot through with raging fires. The Hunter seems alight with rage and terrible triumph as he sees his enmies gathering to fight him. He roars, 'Yes come to your defeat!' Thirsrilanythril can sense the slaughter all around him and knows that the Pylon is almost ready... |
| Nightshade2212-13-03, 09:02 AM | first off, you take (deathbite 151+145+... 592damage plus remhoraz +272 295+299+... 1188damage+592damage=)1,780 damage. Plus four of those are wounding. :smirk: claws- all but one hit, crits are not crit AoO-both hit rakes- all hit including crits Bite and crit slap hit. so you hit me with... 7+2+1+12+1 oW! 23 attacks. I assume none of these are lawfull or good, are any epic?(for DR) He's treated as incorprial, so roll a miss chance. (how'd you make a full attack and cast flame storm???) His ref save is 78. hit by the hunter, he rises into the air, blasts Thris (make a ref save).. and creates a MALSTROME. Thris and Even need to make a fort save or be blown back. they each need to make 5 reflex saves Vs. Lightning strikes. |
| FOOL12-13-03, 11:48 AM | Even growels and makes a Reflex save. Got a 54, a 46, a 56, a 40 (ouch), and a 44 . That enough? Even Even leans back with a grin on his face and uses Arcane Fire on Thris. Got a 79 on the attack. Even takes the oppertunity of Thris being distracred to use one of his favorite abilitys. Arcane Fire. Even also makes a mental note, "I'm going to need to reward this guy. I wonder if he likes candy...." Chesskel *I'm not sure if I'm ready to make the desision..... yes I am ready. If you or you're allies release me, I will join you're side, though I would rather stay out of this vile war alltogether, I have spent far too long here. I wish to find my imprisoner.* Was the telepathic messege to the Pits of RaHarrat (Sorry for the whole layer blowing up thing. This is my first time going one of these and I guess I got a little power hungrey. Sorry) |
| WizO_Catoblepas12-13-03, 11:54 AM | Ok, we don't allow roleplaying on this board. If you wan to roleplay, please go to the roleplaying boards. Thanks. |
| Ob_Deamon12-13-03, 08:29 PM | DM (This little barstard is, how shall I put it, a restraining device. Just in case. I don't plan on using him. But if I am forced to use him... lets just say that a large army of demons with several Demiurges at its head isn't really much of a problem for him. Be warned. You can't see him. He has both Hide in Plain Sight and a Hide bonus that noone here can penetrate.) Sitting in the middle of the battleground, looking quite pleased and sipping on what appears to be tea from a small cup designed to look like the skull of a human, is a small black scaled kobold. He is dressed in a loose fitting outfit of black silk, and two wings of black radiance extend from his back. Chuckling, he jumps up to about head height of a Marlith's head, and decapitates said marlith with a swing of his tail. He settles back on the ground and resumes sipping his tea. As the battle between the Greater Demons is met, the baloon of Celestial Skin falls to rest on the ground. Small tendrils of light begin to seep from it into the ground of the layer, barly viasable. Back on his throne, the Clown Prince of Evil laughs. He stands, and steps into thin air, vanishing. Lord Jokke The Lord of Dark Laughter blinks a few times, and pauses in mid stride. A bewhildering array of absurdity crosses his vision. He begins to laugh. Not his normal gale of hilarity, but a deep, resonant laugh. Under him, the ground begins to buckle. Dust is hurled into the air, and any demon within 10 ft. of him is torn to shreds by the strange, reverberant laughter. The fire from Thirsrilanythril's fire storm washes over him, without effect. Bippy The Clown bursts onto the battlefield, facing Thirsrilanythril. He grins, showing off his brightly painted blue fangs. In a strange accent, more a combination of many different accents, he quips, "Ye' plan on burnin' me brother an' me, but ye' gonna' haf' ta be abit quicker 'n' oll dat' ta' burn the Laughing Brothers! Let the party begin!" So saying, he begins to sprint twords the Pylon, laughing like a maddman. Meanwhile, back on the Pupeteer's Balroom, Bippy re-appears. "I love spellcasters. So much fun. I wonder how long it'll take the bastards to catch on? Hehehehehehehehe... What did that mortal once say, 'Plans within plans'? Sounds 'bout right!" |
| Arhra12-14-03, 06:09 AM | Well since Thirsrilanythril has epic, lawful, good and cold iron DR his natural weapons negate DR of the same type. All your attack have a 50% miss chance against Thirsrilnythril because of his self concealment feats. 11 attacks of Thisrilanythril's miss from incorporeality. Damage AoO Bite: 28+62 Claws 11 + 62, 16 + 62 Rakes 13 + 62, 30 + 124 (crit), 15 + 62, 27 + 124 (crit), 16 + 62, 10 + 62, 25 + 124 (crit), Tail slap 27 + 128 (crit) 1086 damage in total. And they all have the wounding quality, making him bleed for 70 points of damge each round. As for the damge reduction, aside from his normal DR he has DR 15/-. By the way, make 4 DC 41 fortitude saves or die. Fort save - natural 20 so he automatically passes Reflex saves - 59, 59, 75, 63, 69 * * * Thirsrilanythril looks wounded but still this only seems to heighten his prowess. His body is streaked with the blood of his enemies, as he slices long gashes in Telemre's form which bleed copiously. Suddenly he stops and flips backwards out of combat with Telemres, seemingly aglow with sudden glee. Thirsrilanythril then speaks, 'And to think the blood of a demiurge would be the last step... Now... WITNESS MY VICTORY FOR THE PYLON IS READY!!!!' Thirsrilanythril roars with insane triumph as suddenly the smooth plains crack and smaller metalic spires thrust out of the earth and dark enrgies crackle between them, all feeding into the central Pylon. Viewed from above they form a complex pattern, breathtaking in its subtlety. All can sense the dormant energies suddenly awaken as the sky becomes a raging storm and the ground trembles. Thirsrilanythril's forces give a keening howl to the sky and then disappear, leaving only Thirsrilanythril and his foes. Upon the very top of the Pylon, in the middle of the crown-like spikes which surmount it a incandescent orb of energy appears, like some vast, malignant eye opening. Above the howling winds Thirsrilanythril's vctorious roar can be heard. Above the Pylon, the clouds swirl in a foreboding spiral and the Warp Eye, for that is what the orb is blazes with even greater and fires and brilliant beam skywards into the clouds. A second spiral of strom clouds begins to swirl above Jokke, a complex weave of magic barely visible within as energy begins to crackle at its center. The Pylon fires. |
| Nightshade2212-14-03, 09:02 AM | well, Telemres is really gashuos(sp?) so wounding effects don't work. thris doges 2, but is still fried. (180 damage) Telemres makes the even shots miss. then, he comes out of the malstrome. RIGHT OVER thris. or, around thris. :smirk: I'm sure the Dm will agree, with him inside, there's no chance for him to doge my blast. thris takes 949 damage... (Dr does not apply) thinking "Joke may not be able to take this. but Vilyaxikis..." Telemres says "LORD OF DARK LAUGHTER, FALL! LORD OF RAGE, REAWAKEN! VILYAXIKIS, AWAKEN TO YOUR TRUE FORM! CRUSH THE HUNTER, BEFORE HE CRUSHES YOU! REMEMBER YOUR OLD FRIEND! VILYAXIKIS, VILYAXIKIS, VILYAXIKIS, VILYAXIKIS!!!" And so the lord of rage was awakened. "take that, thris" he sneers down |
| FOOL12-14-03, 10:35 AM | Even With a grin on his face, Even notices the Pylon being fired. "Time to go!" He roared As the words flew from his mouth, the squirming planes rose from their resting place and rushed over to the Pylon. The layer absorbed the impact and buryed itself in the Pylon. "Fire that again and we'll all be obliterated! Plus it won't reach it's destination!" Even giggled insanely as he steped into a sepatate room and disapeared, takeing a tiny part of the palace and his allies with him, and leaving all the attackers in a madhouse of terrible images, driveing all but Thris mad. Even and his allies arrive at Fictions truth. "If you wish to leave do so." Mumbled Even as he started to take his afternoon nap. "Go back to fight Thris if you choose, but I warn you. You will most likely be driven insane" he said yawning, and going to sleep refuseing to answer any questions. Chesskel Chesskel cocked his head quizzically. "Will you at least answer if you are going to free me or not?" said the giant serpent. "If you don't want to, I can wait, and watch and perhaps interfer with you're petty war, but not in you're favor" he said with slight irratation in his voice. |
| Raymond_Luxury_Yacht12-14-03, 11:40 AM | Originally posted by Arhra Well since Thirsrilanythril has epic, lawful, good and cold iron DR his natural weapons negate DR of the same type. In 3.0, yes, they do, but in 3.5, they don't. Ebarcam "Well, this is getting interesting." Ebarcam thinks. "I'm clearly out of my league at the moment." "You!", he shouts to the sepentine demon. "Withdraw my forces and do not send them out again until further notice." Ebarcam sinks back into his throne and watches the fighting with detached amusement. |
| Ob_Deamon12-14-03, 02:04 PM | DM As the power from the Pylon surges twords Lord Jokke, a sudden backlash of power is felt through the Abyss. The Squirming Plains muffle the blast quickly. On the River of Bile, the crystal towers shatter, releasing a surge of power throughout the Abyss, shredding everything on the layer to ribbons. Yet this surge of power seems only to add to the Pylon's strength, boiling the Squirming Plains into so much gristle and fat. The bolt of Arcane energies, newly empowered streaks twords the Lord of Dark laughter, his name is ignored. Just as the blast touches Lord Jokke, two things happen simultaniously. The true Bippy appears in a flurry of baloons, streamers, and other paraphanalia, and from the ground surges a blast of light, consuming both Lord Jokke and Bippy, in a brilliant flash, blinding everything within a thousand miles. Plumes a radiance follow the light blasting everything they touch (all you guys on this layer, make two reflex saves, one against blinding, one against the plumes). And suddenly, the light is gone. The power is gone. Where lord Jokke and his Brother in merryment stood, there is nothing, save a small, glowing baloon of Celestial skin. Äzrine Having returned to All Death, Äzrine floats serenly in his central chamber, watching the fight via magic. A smile crosses his face at the explosion, as he sees how his betrayal had played out. Hopefully they were all dead, and he gestured to Isilk to go and collect the skulls of the fallen. As the light fades, however, and he witnesses the aftermath, his smile fades. A look of terror replaces it, and in a small voice, he whispers; "Oh s****" DM Sitting placidly among the wreckage, the kobold continues to sip his tea, smiling benignly. In the back of everybodies mind, the song of the Children of Äzrine, rises again, this time muted, and the words indecernable. A faint strain of laughter seems to underly the words, however |
| Nightshade2212-14-03, 02:30 PM | Telemres gets a 94 and 89 for his saves. Sairx Amid the wreckage, a shadowy figure steps out next to the kobold. "oh, it's you. Hello, again." They shake hands, and sarix walks over to the oblivion that is Telemres. "what happened here?" he asks all three. |
| Ob_Deamon12-14-03, 03:39 PM | (Ummm... Well, Nightshade22, unless Sarix and the shadowy figure can beat a hide check of 188, you don't notice the kobold. And if you do notice it, well, lets just say that theres no way in the Nine Hells of Peridition that anything would say "oh, it's you. Hello, again." or "what happened here?". I'm fairly certain that most greater dieties would say something along the lines of "Oh please don't kill me! Please! What do you want? I can get it for you! Please don't kill me" in a whiny voice. He has a freakin CR of 148 for Pete's sake! The good news is the following: Telebrus was not blinded, and escaped the detrimental effects of the blast. However, any enchantments on him are gone, replaced with the following: intensified, extended, persistant bull's strenght, cat's grace, bear's endurance, owl's wisdom, fox's cunning, and eagle's splendor, reist elements (magor) (all)), and true strike. Also, hes at full hit points and has temporary hit points equal to his hit point total. Anyone who makes the save (DC 60) gets those bonuses. Anyone who failed... lets just say that you better be on very good terms with a Diety with the Healing doman, cause you are very, very, dead.) |
| Nightshade2212-14-03, 06:48 PM | Let's clear this up Ob_Deamon. Telemres makes the save. sarix teleports in, says "Hi" to the kobold (by the way, he's already forgotten about that kobold he knows from Vecna knows where.), then asks Thirsrilanythril, Even and Telemres what happened. ps Cr 148 was it? deitys of DvR 16-20 wouldn't be afraid. "Corrilon points, the kobold dies." |
| Ob_Deamon12-14-03, 08:25 PM | (Thanks for clearing that up. I got a little confused reading your post. As to the kobold, I think this (http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=148591) should settle the matter.) |
| Arhra12-15-03, 08:05 AM | Thirsrilanythril passes both reflex saves. Everyone takes 200 damage from the backlash of the Pylon's energies. In advance make a DC 77 save vs an entropic wave. This isn't over. * * * Thirsrilanythril watches as the wave of dark energy from the backlash of the Pylon washes over the battlefield a strange smile playing on his face. Then when it clears and he sees the assorted magics which acted to dissapate the Pylon's blast, his smile continues for a moment before he seems to hestitate for a split second and slumps slightly. The Hunter cries out, 'No!! How can this be?!' Thirsrilanythril seems nearly completely demoralised by the blast's failure to destroy his enemies but still like embers bursting into sudden flames he suddenly straightens up despite his wounds and speaks, the fury rekindled in his eyes and his jaws seem twisted in a strange smile. 'Though this has failed to destroy you, still I will try before the last to defeat you. VICTORY WILL BE MINE!!!' Thirsrilanythril gives a great roar seemingly filled with all the hatred and rage of the Abyss and unleashes an entropic wave. What seems to be a huge spectral mass of snarling beasts flows over the battlefield, rending at all it touches. After all, a beast is at its most dangerous when its wounded... * * * At the Pits of Raharaat, Shezyriel looks down at Chesskel with some disdain. She says just two sentences: 'The Pylon has been activated. Act quickly if you wish to be freed.' and then closes her eyes and fades away in much the same way as she appeared. |
| Nightshade2212-15-03, 11:42 AM | what kind of save? well, either way, Sarix AND Telemres make the save. |
| Ob_Deamon12-15-03, 06:39 PM | (Arhra: You realize that Bippy and Lord Jokke are now just a pair of greasy smears and some floating ashes. Oh yeah, and a strange glowing baloon) DM As Thirsrilanythril unleashes his Entropic Wave, the already blasted land quakes anew with the force. From the cracks in the ground can be seen tiny glimers of light. A spake rises from the shattered earth, and floats twords the baloon. Then another. And another. And suddenly a surge of sparks, blue, red, green, orange, and in all other colors imaginable surge from the tourchered land, surging in a tidal wave twords the baloon. From behind and to the left, a voice whispers in Thirsrilanythril's ear. "How many Demiurges does it take to kill a Clown?" From the right the answer whispers, "One, but he better do it right the first time." With that, the flying motes of light coaless around the baloon. Suddenly, they vanish. Standing under the baloon, holding onto the string of solar flesh that dangles from its bottem, is a being, slightly larger than a Balor. Four arms sprout from its side, and six wings adorn its back. A long, whiplike tail extends from its tailbone. From the mouth up, his face is wreathed in black flames, with flickers of neon colored sparks visable. From the mouth down, its face is a terrible cross between the visage of a Balor and Pit Fiend, its fangs are painted bright, neon colors. It is dressed in a black and red Harlequin suit, made of the finest of silks. Around its neck is a pendant, a black disk of obsidian inlaid with the image of a mask that both laughs and weeps in mithril. The whisper comes again, this time from all around. "Because otherwise the last laugh is on you." It grins, and a black swords appearing in each of its hands, and a dagger appears attatched to its tail. It charges forward, propelled forward to unatural speeds. |
| Arhra12-17-03, 07:28 AM | When he sees the new apparation appear Thirsrilanythril growls one word, 'Jokke...' and leaps forwards to attack, striking out in a flurry of razor sharp death. His blows seem to have insane strength behind them as he batters away at the defenses of his opponent. He strikes interchangably with his claws, blades, teeth and even tail as his form seems to blur and become difficult to see. His fury seems beyond belief, his hatred of being thwarted seeming to make him nigh unstoppable. Something doesn't quite seem right though... * * * Thirsrilanythril's attacks: Claws: 183 (12)/ 174 (3)/ 189 (8)/ 190 (19)/ 189 (8)/ 173 (2)/ 188 (17)/ 187 (16) Three critical threats - confirmation 184 (13), 178 (7), 178 (7) Rakes: 175 (4)/ 191 (20)/ 173 (2)/ 177 (6)/ 175 (4)/ 184 (13)/ 175 (4)/ 184 (18)/ 173 (2)/ 184 (13)/ 180 (9), 184 (13) Two critical threats - confirmation 175 (4), (178 (7) Bite: 178 (17) Critical threat - confirmation is 178 (17) Tail slap: 183 (12) And I think I can guess what exactly that new form is. |
| Ob_Deamon12-17-03, 07:19 PM | Well, all those attacks hit, all crits sucessful. Make 22 Will saving throws :D . DM As Thirsrilanythril's blows cleave into the being, the whisper comes again, from all around. "Tooth and claw, blades like scyths. Bloods my laughter's tithe. You think you've won? We've not yet begun. What sword tastes life, this subtle knife, that cleaves from body soul's laughter? Whats writ in blood, drawn from the mud, that cleaves from body soul's laughter? And for my pain, I'll ask yet again; What blade so pure, its venom is sure, that cleaves from body soul's laughter? What pen is so dark, that with each and every mark, it cleaves from body soul's laughter? As these words envelope Thirsrilanythril, the being lashes out with its swords in a whrilwind of death. Attacks: for all his swords (5 of 'em. The 'dagger' is really a longsword) +145(20)/+140(15)/+136(11)/+144(19)/+142(17) / 136(16)/+126(6)/+140(20)/+121(1)/+132(12) / +116(1)/+135(20)/+122(7)/+128(13)/+134(19)/126(11) / 126(16)/+116(6)/+130(20)/+111(1)/+122(12) Critical threats: +142(17)/+138(13) / +135(15) / +123(8)/+135(20) / +126(16)/+120(10) Make a Will saving throw! |
| Nightshade2212-17-03, 09:01 PM | Telemres Telemres suddenly relises that Thris is completely open. Deathbite 185(10)/180(10)/166(1)/170(10) Remhoraz 179(12)/171(9)/167(10)/170(18) slam 179(13)/165(4)/166(10)/167(16) As he slices at the lizard, he thinks. <Melding... I tought that art died with Highdfreg... If, that is indeed what it is> (<> can mean thoughts) Sarix sarix radomly jumps back and casts fireball on thris, then curses when it dosn't work. (he fails a special check, and I'm betting thris has lots Fire Resistance. :D ) |
| FOOL12-18-03, 06:48 PM | Even After the Pylon fires, Even sees that something is amiss. "It's getting STRONGER!!!" He raged "ASRINE! YOU TRAITOR!!!" Even screamed. Suddenly, Even had a thought and a long thin grin crept across his face. "So they weren't killed. I wonder ho Jokke will react when he finds out what Asrine did...." Just then, Even notices the fight. Even thinks for a minute, then decides. "Take THIS!!!" shouts Even. And so, all of the mad childs armys go to destroy Thris. Chesskel "Fine I can wait. After all, what have I been doing for the last milenia?" |
| Ob_Deamon12-20-03, 10:24 AM | Äzrine The Dark Chronicler watches in horror as the being attacks Thirsrilanythril. "Its not possible. How? How? Isilk! Ready the... Oh f***! Good retrivers are so hard to make! But HOW?" DM The being, seeing the others attack Thirsrilanythril leaps back from the fight, a malignant grin on its face. "Laugh oh children! Full darkness has now risen! Chaos, Evil, oh Pale Night! Seducer, Madman, Rager, all! I call all evil to this fight! Archon, Angle, Eladrine, fall! Shadows all, heed my call! Darkness gathers, and on his throne, The Serpent wriths with the hate he owns! Law and Chaos, Good and Evil! Called here now by powers primeval! Avatar of Abyss, Cÿnge of Ëvil! Light of darkness, eternal battle! The whisper seems to fill the air, almost tangible. Suddenly a surge of light explodes out from the being, followed by incredible darkness. (Can any of you suceed at a Will saving throw DC 134?) |
| Nightshade2212-20-03, 10:47 AM | Neither Sarix nor Telemres can succeed, and neither get nat 20s. (how Did you GET such a frigg'en High Dc???) |
| Arhra12-21-03, 08:04 AM | Thirsrilanythril stumbles backwards, the fire gone from his eyes and ichor pouring freely from slowly closing wounds. In millenia he has never been so wounded and his breath seems to come in ragged gasps. His fiery rage now just damp ashes he turns away and limps a few more steps, staggering further. His enemies prepare to strike the final blow, sensing that their victory is near. All seems to teeter on the brink of defeat, great weapon dark and silent and himself gravely wounded. Suddenly he straightens up slightly and begins to laugh. Thirsrilanythril's laughter seems to have a cold, cruel edge to it as it booms over the battlefield. His opponents hesitate slightly at this sudden change - what could he possibly be planning? His weapon has been negated and he is seriously outnumbered. 'You think yourself victorious?' Thirsrilanythril laughs again as he spins around, revealing his crippled actions before as a lie. Though still grieviously wounded, he is unbowed and the fiery rage he showed before is gone, revealing the cold, calculating gaze, with cruel amusement and gloating triumph lying beneath. Even Jokke hesitates at the Hunter's sudden ending of all his deceptions. His smile is malicious as he speaks again. 'Allow me to show you how empty your victory truly is!!' Thirsrilanythril reaches skyward and resumes his laughter as the Pylon crackles once more into infernal life. Again the Warp Eye opens but this time it is blood red and small portals appear above each of the lesser spires. Lambent green energy seems to be flowing out of these portals, each portal connected to a plane where the great war has been fought. In Thirsrilanythril's realm, the reanimated demons suddenly collapse again, their life force departing. The energy flowing from the portals splits off into myriad strands and then flows together again, creating a brilliant tapestry of light. The power bournes form, feeding this energy into the Pylon and all can feel this power eclipsing the first time it fired. Again the sky catches fire and a dark spiral of clouds forms above the Pylon. The web of energy flows into the Warp Eye and the entire web turns a vivid blood red. Suddenly all this power leaps skywards, like some great shrieking serpent and twists downwards, the jagged bolt striking Thirsrilanythril. Crimson energy crackles over him and he seems to disaopear as if consumed by it. Like sudden night, a new and greater darkness falls and something huge, malevolent and powerful stirs within... Thirsrilanythril |
| Ob_Deamon12-21-03, 05:04 PM | DM The being looks up at the gargantuan bulk of Thirsrilanythril. Its already grinning mouth twists even further, and a sardonic light fills its burning eyes. The it speaks. "Foolish little Thirsrilanythril. Did you really think that I was attacking you with that? Look around you, fool." As it speaks, the world around Thirsrilanythril and the others seems to crumble to dust, replaced with an infinite, black void. Beneath their feet there is nothing, and yet they do not fall. A lurid light seems to suffuse them all, and a sense of pure chaos mixing compleatly with pure evil fills their dark souls. "Welcome home, child of the Abyss. Now you will return to the essence from which you were spawned. Lord Jokke and Bippy are eager to welcome you." As it says this, the face of Lord Jokke seems to coalless in front of Thirsrilanythril, grinning. It fades back into the darkness, laughter echoing through the minds of the assembled demiurges. "Now you'll learn what it means to be prey, dark hunter." With that, it flys twords the immense monstrosity of Thirsrilanythril, its shrill, cackling laughter echoing eerily through the otherwise silent darkness. Deep in the shadows, something stirs. |
| FOOL12-21-03, 09:36 PM | Even As Even scrys the scene, a malevolent grin creeps across his face. "Well well well, Thris I see you've been duped," said Even between fits of laughing. Suddenly, Evens short attention was snagged. "Hmmmmm, this IS a possiblity" thought Even as he gazed apon a giant serpent on a chess board. *Hey, Serpent beast!* Even said with his mind to the Snake lord Chesskel. Chesskel's head snaps up. *Would you join me if I were to let you out? I know the handy work of the person who imprisoned you* Chesskel seems to think for a moment, then replies, *Wait a minute* Chesskel *Dragon queen!* his mind boomed to RaHaats pits, *someone else has offered to free me! I would act quickly If I were you!* |
| Arhra12-28-03, 07:51 AM | In the darkness that swathes him only Thirsrilanythril's eyes seem to blaze like livid coals. They blink slowly as if in acknowledgement and his voice slices into the minds of those who hear, tinged with cruel amusement. Here, in this place you dare challenge me? Your pitiful magics are nothing to me now... Thirsrilanythril raises one claw and clenches it, lucent energy suddenly crackling throught the plane. The void disappears as the layer of the pylon fades back into existence, a multitude of beasts seeming to howl in triumph. The Hunter casts off the nimbus of darkness surrounding him, revealing him in his full infernal glory. The wounds he suffered before are as if they had never been and he dwarfs all those who oppose him. Malevolence radiates from him and every movement he makes, no matter how subtle, reveals the futility of attempting to forestall his will. There seems to been a slightly greenish rift behind him which pulses with dark energy. With but a thought, Thirsrilanythril blocks anyone from leaving this layer and moves forwards in a slow implacable advance. Let his enemies despair. |
| Nightshade2212-29-03, 08:42 AM | (OOC: Dude, let it go.) Sarix The shadowking, enraged, and for no apparent reason, turns and jumps on the giant jokkeclown. Telemres "GRRRRRRRR!!!!! DIE, WHYDONT'CHA!???!??!??!" The Giant blot moves forward... and a malstrome begins. You all are affected by hurricane-force winds (I assume you all have the DMG), and take... 4 damage from ice. no lightning yet. |
| Raymond_Luxury_Yacht01-03-04, 03:16 PM | Ebarcam Ebarcam sits placidly on is throne. "It seems I was right in sitting this one out.", he muses, "And it appears that Sarix is going to die." Ebarcam smiles. "And now I can take back the title that is rightfully mine." Ebarcam's voice rings out through his citadel. "Behold, the King of Shadows has returned!" |
| Ob_Deamon01-07-04, 08:43 PM | DM As Sarix hurls himself at the entity, it arches its eyebrow slightly, raises a clawed hand, and a blast of confetti, streamers, and pure, unadulterated power smash into the King of Shadows. (Sarix needs to make a Will saving throw (DC 145) or be destroyed utterly. If he succeeds at his save, he takes 100d8+100 damage and is thrown onto a random layer of the Abyss.) As he does this, he gestures at Telemres with his other hand, hurling a cloud of brightly colored balloons at the destroyer. (Telemres needs to succeed at a Ref saving throw (DC 145) or be stuned for 2d20 rounds.) Then the creature turns to Thirsrilanythril. A grin fills his face, and from all around, the whispers begin again. "My foolish friend. You truely belive that you stand a chance? Mabey, but I wouldn't count on it. After all, Lord Jokke and Bippy could hold you in check, so what chance do you think you hold against me? And don't think your little Pylon can hurt me. Now the real game begins." With that, the clown thing takes a fighter's stance, and beckons twords the collosal Thirsrilanythril. Bippy Deep in the darkness, the Clown Prince of evil slowly floats through the void, rolling slightly in the weightless void. Around him float millions of other demons, mere pinpricks of unholy light on the backdrop of the void. Suddenly, his eyes flutter. Weakly, he moans, "Jokke? Where... Where are you? Where am... I?" He feels himself begin to fall back into the inky depths, and despair fills him. Suddenly, a voice responds, just as weak, "Hehe... Its meeeeee, Bi-ppy. Were we be, I cannot see!" The Clown Prince grins weakly at this small ryme by his old friend. He can feel his strength returning. He begins to swim, feebly at first, then stronger, through the void to the point of light from which the words came from. It may have been ages, or less than a second, but he finally reached the floating form of Lord Jokke. He reached out, and with the last of his might, tore a hole through the continuity of the Abyss, and pulled his friend with him onto Thirsrilanythril's Realm. DM As the enitity faces Thirsrilanythril, a small rent in space and time opens behind the Hunter. Bippy and Lord Jokke, both injured severely, Bippy's once fine clown suit no torn and burned, tumble through. Lord Jokke As the sweet taste of unholy air pervades the Lord of Dark Laughter, he feels his nearly lost might surge through him. He could feel his wounds healing, and his pains easing. He surged into the air, and as he saw Bippy also come to his feet, joy filled him. There would be bloody jokes today. |
| Nightshade2201-09-04, 04:43 PM | As the sreamers streak towards Sarix, a blot tof darkness envelps and destroys them. "FOOL!" Telemres shouts, "Is that not what this whole war was about!?! STOPPING the death of an abyssal demiurge! So attack and DISABLE your enimies, then we shall lock them away!" so saying, Sarix and Telemres ready to attack!(thris :) ) |
| Ob_Deamon01-09-04, 08:10 PM | DM The entity, turns from Thirsrilanythril to look at Telemres, and the flames of its face take on a quizzical bent. Suddenly, the vioce seems to whisper in the base of Telemres's skull. "Purpose? What purpose? The only purpose that shall be served now is the culling of the weak. You and all else here shall be purged, along with this layer; all shall be returned to The Abyss. Prepare yourself for oblivion." (You do realize that those streamers were part of an extrodinary ability, and are thus not subject to dispelling?) Äzrine The Dark Chonicler watches the emergence of Thirsrilanythril and the being from the *place* they had been with horror. "How? There hasn't been an Abyssal Avatar since the Circle of Three! Theres no way one could be created now! That fool Thirsrilanythril brought it out of the void. I wonder if it will leave the skulls of those idiots behind for me to collect..." (You may have realized it already, but that thing is most definatly not Jokke or Bippy, or even a merger of the two) |
| FOOL02-15-04, 10:22 PM | OCC: Hell let's end this thing Even Even sighs. "I'm getting bored of this!" He whines But then a thought and a grin. Even then appears, takes out the twin daggers he has been saving for just such an occasion. "Hee heee ha ha ha ha!!!! Oh Joooookkeeee! This'll only hurt a liiiiiittlllllle!! And It'll only last for about an hoooourrrrr!!!" And he stabbed himself and Jokke at the same time, scifoning (sp?) himself and all his power to Jokke for one hour. Chesskel The enormus reptil hangs his head in remorse and slithers away from his scrying area. |
| Nightshade2203-21-04, 11:13 AM | :Ahem: sarix turns to thris. "Can we LEAVE?!?!" Telemres decides there is oly one thing to do, and tells his plan telepathically to everyone but the clown thing. "the only way to escape is if we can leave" he glares at thris "and leasd this thing to celestia. i'm sure they'll kill him, and it will deal them damage." :devil: |
| Arhra03-22-04, 06:21 AM | OOC: Hmm, i'd thouhgt this thread had died. Oh well, I guess its time to explain the full ramifications of my plan. Essentially the Pylon, while it could be used as a weapon, had a far more insidious purpose. It was keyed to all the planes that Thirsrilanythril ruled and harvested the energy of the slain, keeping it for its own use. Knowing that rumours would leak out Thirsrilanythril created several false rumours and plans for the Pylon to lure enemies into full scale with him. He didn't care how bloody the battle was as that would simply mean more energy harvested. The destructive blast is only a weak effect of the Pylon and Thirsrilanythril used it only to foil and remove the counter-measures that the other demon lords had created and lure them into a false sense of security. When Thirsrilanythril deemed the time right he activated the Pylon for its true purpose - to infuse him with all the power of those slain in the battle, in effect giving him power to rival - or perhaps even eclipse - the greatest of the demons... for a short period of time. The last stage of the plan, which is being completed now is to seal all his greatest foes in the same plane as him and destroy them. In summary: Thirsrilanythril is sneaky. By the way I don't really want to have stats come into this final battle. I would like roleplay to triumph over just dice rolling here. Organise yourselves or perish essentially. Scheming, backstabbing and that sort of thing are all possibilities. All right the evil villian has explained his plan to you. Now its time for the Impossibly Slow Moving and Easily Escapable Death Trap. Serously though, Thirsrilanythril will probably be gloating a bit which gives you a chance to defeat him. Think of something cool IC: Thirsrilanythril is afire with emotion. Victory is within his grasp and his realm sealed from any interference. He begins to stride towards his foes, preparing to slay them all with his blades |