"Deskari, Lord of Locusts, LEAVE. MY. CITY."

Terendelev moves like she's casting a spell, but when she completes the gesture, she's transformed herself into a dragon, as tall as the nearby buildings with a wingspan to match. She takes off towards Deskari, breathing a cloud of gas at him and his locusts—

And Deskari swings it at her once, twice, and she falls, her head cleaved straight from her body.

"Let the feast begin."

Wow, you hear about high-level fights being settled in a round or two but that was - yeah exactly that thing that just happened, he guesses. Is anyone already on prying a scale off for a Resurrection later, she's got to be worth the Arch-Healer's attention. If nobody's obviously doing it he'll maneuver his way through the demons to attempt it himself. Actually he'll do it even if someone is obviously doing that.

No one is currently doing that! He can push his way over some dead bodies and past the ongoing fighting towards Terendelev's body. (The demons seem to have converged on 'don't attack the guy with a mace who's actually managed to kill anyone.')

As he's peeling off the scales, the halfling from before — changes course and beelines directly for Blai, for some reason? He glances nervously between Blai, Deskari, and Terendelev's corpse.

"What're you going to do — fight or flee? If fleeing's your plan, let me help you out, I've got a scroll here with a good protective spell!"

(To someone with even the most basic familiarity with scrolls, the size and amount of ink suggests that it's clearly a first-circle spell, whatever it is.)

What in the fuck has possibly possessed this halfling to think this is an appropriate time to approach Blai with """a good protective spell""". The only first circle spell with a name that takes longer to say than that which Blai can think of is Refined Improvised Weapon. "Be about something more useful," he snaps. Scale off? Scale in pocket? Back to fighting?

Scale off! Scale in pocket!

Halfling flinches, reaches for ... a crossbow, apparently, but a pretty weird-looking crossbow? ... then apparently thinks better of it and ducks out of Blai's view.

At this point the demons solidly seem to be winning. There are a few crusaders still fighting, but they're clearly outnumbered by the demons, and no one seems to have any sort of plan for what to do about Deskari.

Yes, well, this is a fine way to die. Possibly he will wake up in three weeks in a temple with Arch-healer Naima standing over him and then go about his Convention business, if it's all that important. If it is not he will wake up in some afterlife and the more demons he gets the more likely it's Heaven.

Deskari has started swinging his enormous scythe at the square itself. Giant crevasse near this building, giant crevasse near this wagon, moderately sized crevasse near this banner—

—giant crevasse right where Blai was standing—

When Blai comes to, he's at the bottom of an enormous crevasse, at least fifty feet below the surface. He can still hear occasional shouts, but most of the noise from above has been replaced with the drone of locusts. 

Blai himself is remarkably uninjured, for someone who just fell fifty feet.

That's weird. He has... mysterious Feather Fall in addition to mysterious Tongues? But at least he has a channel left if he needs it. And Light. He lights up his holy symbol.

With the help of the Light, he can make out the contours of the cavern he's in. It extends all of about fifteen feet in the one direction, but much farther in the other direction, past the point where the tunnels fade into darkness again. 

"Hello?" a woman calls from farther down the tunnel when he casts the Light. "Is someone there? We could use some help over here!"

"Coming!" He hurries forward.

Down the hallway is a Garundian woman wearing a holy symbol of Iomedae, standing over a pile of rocks. She gives him a relieved smile when she sees his own holy symbol.

"Thank the Inheritor. There's someone trapped under these rocks, but I'm not strong enough to move them myself, can you give me a hand?"

He nods, gives each of them a Guidance, and sets about hauling.

Working together, they can uncover an injured woman in leather armor. She smiles weakly at them. "Thanks for the rescue."

She moves to get up, but winces. "Damn it, I think my leg's broken."

"Do you need a Moderate or just a Light?"

"A Light will get me back on my feet, at least. I think I'd need a Moderate to be at most of my strength, but I don't know what else is down here, it might be best to save it."

He nods and burns the Forbid Action for it. "Cure Light Wounds."

"Thanks for the help." She clambers to her feet. "I'm Anevia Tirabade, of the Eagle Watch." (Wince.)

"And I'm Seelah, paladin of Iomedae." She looks at Blai expectantly.

(Both Anevia and Seelah are speaking Hallit with an accent; Seelah's is more Katapeshi than anything else, and Anevia's is completely unrecognizable.)

"Select Blai Artigas. Would that we were meeting under better circumstances."

"You can say that again. I don't know what the city is going to do without Terendelev."

"That is among many things I do not know," he agrees. "I got a scale off of her, in case the Arch-Healer comes by at some point."

"The who now? It'd be worth the cost of the diamond, if we can get a cleric to come all the way out here, but if the demons are smart they'll have planned for that."

"...the Arch-Healer Naima Cottonet? My understanding is that she's some kind of arcane healer and not a cleric."