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He should have fallen on his sword. That would have been the sensible thing to do.
Punched his ticket for Elysium right away, no waiting around.
He thought they'd only kill him.
Why did he think that? How stupid was he? Why in the world did he think that?
And now instead of his next great adventure he's flubbed a save against dominate person.
Don't any of you dare let that cheapskate reincarnate me.
I hope our squishy wizard has learned a lesson about dumping Strength and Dex and Rizz and Constitution?
I didn't dump constitution! Eleven is above-average for a samsaran.
...But yes, I have learned my lesson... learned several lessons, most pertinently to never not have cover... and I'm really sorry about this.
Altronus, are you seriously lecturing Olivia about min-maxing?
Hm... Barry, after you heal me, if I'm up, I'll heal you back, I can turn a magic weapon into cure light wounds.
I'd rather you put your daily Channel Energy into stabilizing some of these people who'll die without it, and then if you took cover - Ileosa moved and at least she has a melee weapon, maybe you can hide in her old corner.
Let's see how much damage getting to her puts on you before we make decisions about who needs what healing.
If it weren't for Uncanny Dodge, the Hellknight would have gotten him there.
What in the Nine Hells are those things?
And the Megapope of Korvosa rolls 1d20+3 = 22 Acrobatics and casts his healing spell unscathed -
And Lyvina channels energy for 1d6 = 5 healing to stabilize some injured and some of them wake up oops but uh they were going towards the light when they woke up in Reebs's Hell and rejoining the fight is not what's on their minds right now -
And for some reason there are two of Archbishop Ornher Reebs
abandoning the safety of invisibility
and they lay into Glorio Arkona with flanged and heavy maces
And Reebs is the first to draw a drop of Lord Arkona's blood -
And Togomor is casting defensive spells from a staff
and he orders his summoned fiends to hide
they'll be ready for Toff Ornelos
he knows exactly what he'll do -
And Master Orianna Delmore fails another Fortitude save, and takes another point of Strength damage, she has five points left -
She sits on the left-hand side of the table (as you enter the room), near the corner near the door. Toff and Irevotnin sat not far from her.
Arkona and all his pursuers fight on the table near her.
Altronus and his opponents do battle on left side of the table, but further away. (And even further beyond them is Ileosa's defensible corner.)
Carpeted, with swollen blind-groping fingers, swollen lips and swollen fumbling tongue, through gagging chitinous obstruction, the Dean of Necromancy casts, centered on herself, at CL 5, fireball -
- and waves of fire roll off of her
filling her fourth of the room with terrible heat
the fire reaches just across the width of the table
catching everyone that fights atop it
and twenty feet along the table's length
just barely reaching Altronus -
and all combustibles ignite
the floor and wall and ceiling and table burn like a pyre
the smoke is thick and choking
mundane clothing is burned off of everyone caught in the effect
with all their hair
and 5d6 = 17 points of their scorched flesh
(with a Reflex save for half) -
And Orianna Delmore is free of the spiders.
Good thing the Megapope got out of there, lol.
Or we'd be down both our healers.
And Cressida Kroft makes her way unsteadily to her feet, and Qualins Rachmirol rescues Corbastia Lettice and someone casts another glitterdust for no reason known to Science and Guard Chaplain Jeggare would Channel Energy and stabilize the people downed by fireball but unfortunately she is one of them and thus pass another 12 seconds in Korvosa.
Cressida Kroft would be surprised to learn that there are people in the world who get divine vision-induced headaches frequently enough to have invented a term ("godheadaches") and a first-line treatment (delay pain).
Cressida Kroft would not be surprised to learn that these people do not treat their godheadaches with spirit of hartshorn.
Because.
Why in the world would you do that to someone you don't hate.
She wakes in a literal hellscape.
...A hellscape that has her Guardsmen in it, and which matches the contours of the room, which makes her think it's an illusion.
(Tavid and Gaskelinni are so tiny, it's kind of hilarious.)
(None of this feels real.)
(Is that possibly a sign of a wizard fucking with her head? Chase it down, why does none of this feel real?)
(Part of it is wooziness and disassociation from her splitting painful headache, in fact that's probably most of it, and the rest - the way her human thoughts and observations seem unacceptably vague and like she might as well ignore them the way she ignores the dancing lights behind her eyes as just random noise, the way her priorities and way of forming priorities seem trite after touching the goddess of keeping the world from being destroyed - she can handle later.)
(Someone once said to her that if you can speak with an angel and walk away from it without changing your life at all you're beyond all hope, and Kroft rejoined that if you can speak with a devil and walk away from it without changing your life at all you're beyond all rebuke, and she's had the thought before that extreme hardheadedness is probably easier to maintain than conditional hardheadedness, if you're more worried about the downside risk than the upside...)
(She feels details slipping from her already and she's going to deal with the combat encounter first but after that is the common-sense move here to try and fix those details in her mind (and write down what she can) or is the common sense move to try her hardest to forget them?)
A fireball detonates on the other side of the table, because it never rains save it pours.
It drops her Guard Chaplain.
"Yes."
And he'll get started on casting the spell; Spellmaster Tavid Bromathan can't see the relevance of it, but the Field Marshall can, and that's enough for him.
"Devour the spider swarm's summoner, bind them to my service!" commands the Dean of Necromancy.
The six incorporeal shadows she'd kept concealed within her robes and Bag of Holding - harmed hardly at all by a CL 5 fireball - issue forth and feast upon the down and bleeding caster.
Who will rise again in 1d4 = 2 rounds.
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