The Chalice Of Heironeous

[*Selebius]

"Thank you."

After refreshing himself in the batch Hasclaan sleeps as long as he can before getting up and dressing himself.
He focuses his mind, checks his equipment again then goes to find Brax.

[*Krayt]

Looking at the pricked Ramal dangerously close to the wall still in a fighting stance. -Perpare an disjunction! He roared with an raspy guttural voice.

What if if this was Yaneks doing, an expriment apparently successful that must be returned. Could that be the reason of this little trip? No evidence that it isn't more than an common spell.

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

ayase now tries again with the tentacle grip, on ramal , assuming she can create them where she is

//in case this was missed///

[*Midnight]

The Ethereal is purged and the quartet of Doomguard drop back into the the crypts. Ramal having being beaten battered to keep him off balance his legs grabbed by Ayase tentacles is unable to move out of the way of the wall and he materializes inside of it. As the sights and sounds of the prime come flooding back to them the three Doomguard would realize that the knights or what is left of them have left the crypts and the temple bells clang loudly above them as if alerting the city to something.

Then in front of them there is a cracking noise in the wall a hand punching through it grasping open and closed as if trying to find something with which to pull its owner out of the brickwork he is encased in.

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It does not take Hasclaan long to find Brax. He is in the hall of the house dressed and ready he looks Hasclaan up and down appraisingly and seems pleased with the result.

"Very good although we must get a move on. It is good to be fashionably late but I believe we are pushing our luck."

He leads Hasclaan outside to a dark black coached pulled by a pair of nightmares.

[*Selebius]

The mage follows and sits down in the coach, trying to see and analyze as much from his surroundings as he can.

However he tries to look not too tense and more like a man who is excited about the evening, trying to make this impression to cover up his own nervousness.

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian says to Ayase: "Sever that hand, and any more body parts that come through the wall."

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

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ayase doesn't go near that hand one inch, instead she waits, taking out two scrolls, using one of them on herself (sonic immunity) straight away, keeping the other for when ramal will get out (power word pietrify), plus a staff of earth

[*Krayt]

A sadistic glee lit the monsterous devil. Grinning as wide as his ears it seemed baring two rows of translucent glass like fangs in a oily black frame. With his two hands he seizes Ramal's hand and the wrist if it is possible. Putting his right foot on the wall before he leans in close and pulls with all his might, Given the chance to repeat this several times banging Ramal against the opposite side of the wall over and over until either the arm was torn off or part of the wall came crashing down. That the intended harm could be reversed and Ramal slaming him sensless did occur to him far to late to consider it.

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian groans at Ayase's cowardice and Mauric's foodhardiness.

Sinkers, Destroyers, fools both. He salvaged a bad situation, and the weak willed fools failed to finish the job.

His broken mask still troubled him mentally, and his wounds, while slowly regenerating limited his ability to react.

And there was still the matter of a demon army outside the walls. Two things were painfully obvious to Dorian. Until he rested he could not return to the planes (he cursed himself for the thousandth time for not ensuring he had more Gate spells prepared), and as far as he knew, Ayase was the only one who could at this point get them back to the planes.

On top of this was a deep seated annoyance. There was no prophecy listed in the archives about this prime falling at this time. Something had gone wrong, or else something was going to happen that would result in the demon army being defeated. Dorian wondered if he and his comrades were part of this fate.

"Screw fate" he thought "I must live, there are questions that remain unanswered. But first things first."

He casts Righteous Might (possibly banging his head against the roof as he grows), pulls how cowl closer over his head to hide his exposed skin, and then, depending on the situation will decide what to do next.

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

ayase lets mauric have his fun slamming ramal, or viceversa. being already morphed he's more apt to rip off ramal's arm than herself, if it has to be done. in her normal shape ayase doesn't have the strenght and perhaps not even the proper weapon to sever the hand of someone apparently so sturdy as ramal.
so until there's time she decides to cast detect magic to analize the crypts space, her most immediate concern if dimensional anchors are yet active down there; probably yes, given the lack of demonic forces porting directly inside the crypts?
then she'd direct the emanation of detect magic toward the crypt's exit, to confirm if the antimagic field just out of it has gone or is still active.
of course she'd interrupt any of these analysis as soon something new happens, such as ramal getting out of the wall or attacking, or someone else arriving there. eventually, among all this, she'd give herself a moment to cast a look toward the imprisoned baatezu. but it all depends on what is going to happen in the next moments