The Chalice Of Heironeous

[*Midnight]

As Mauric takes hold of Ramals arm and pulls at it he is rewarded with the feel of a thump and a body hitting the inside of the wall in front of him. There is another crack as a second hand punches through the brick work using the momentum of Mauric's pull to push through the bricks. As the devil's clawed hands squeeze the hand poking through the wall there is a crunching sound and the flesh tears, and behind it he finds something cold and strong something that is not bone as one would expect.

Ayase stands ready with her scroll prepared and in hand just waiting for a suitable target her divnations would tell her there is magic everywhere. It is in the very air but that might be the prescience of the many magical wards in place.

Finally as Dorian casts his spell it appears as the ceiling descends closer to meet him as he grows. He would then realize that this is no mere illusion as a result of Maurics struggles the burnt bloodied figure of Ramal comes crashing through the wall shattering the brick work.

There is falling mortar and powder and the ceiling the wall once supported creeks just quietly, then louder and louder before with a roaring sound it begins to come tumbling down in a cascade of rubble masonry and marble from the temple above the tall magnificent building begins to tumble down around them.

//Reflex saves all round please.

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Meanwhile in the comparative calm and peace of Dis, Bax's coach makes its way through the city streets and Hasclaan would see a world of contrasts. On one side he sees the wealth and opulence of some of hell's most powerful creatures. Splendid towers cut from iron like everything else int he city. Beautiful parks and gardens looking like small paradises in the middle of the hells. And he would also see the other side of things. Dark side streets containing beggars and whores. Slums with tall thin houses piled high and squalor to rival Sigil's hive. After it winds its way through the maze of Dis's streets they find themselves at the base of the huge iron tower, the iron tower which no matter which way they look never leaves their sight. The carriage stops and something which Hasclaan would be able to identify as an unseen servant opens the door. Brax offers Hasclaan his arm.

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan takes the offered arm and leaves the coach.

The Iron Tower. He had read about it, studied what is known about it and its defences but of course no amount of reading can prepare you for the real things.

He follows his host, letting him speak- for now watching and listening.

[*Krayt]

((31+20))

As the wall collapsed Mauric fell backwards with the momentum of his own pull and the counter push by Ramal. He held on to the hand to drag Ramal with his fall if he wasn't alredy falling ontop of him. Possibly the twain slided on the ground. His jaw snapped blindly hoping to catch Ramals neck atwix his teeth while he at the same time tried to pulls his body close to his. He doubted that he could bleed Ramal to death but having seen the enchancement to his bones he discarded any option to crush him. Perhaps his entire body had been made of this substance. The hellfire still seemed to harm Ramal but it was just as likely to kill himself before the contest was over but then so be it.

Regaining his bearing his next action would be to get on his feet sprinting towards the Devil's ward while holding on to Ramal dragging him behind as he ran.

((Don't think I'll be able to post tomorrow.))

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

seeing ramal out of the wall (but probably not noticing the weird nature of his bones, as only mauric might be able to realize in his privileged position?) she activates the power word scroll as planned, directing it at ramal. that is, if she's able to do so before the unexpected crumbling of the temple comes into play, her reflexes maybe going to help her, maybe not ((43 total on the roll))


///forgot to post UMD (27 mod) rolls for the two scrolls: 46 and 34//

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian curses seeing Ramal free of the wall.

Three against one, and this Ramal just would not be subdued or killed.

He could risk an attack, but Mauric was too close to Ramal, if the attack missed... well, he wouldn't cry over spilled water ((on his homeworld, water was more valuable than milk)) but at the moment it would not be wise to lose allies.

He once again reaches out with his mind, seeking to call reinforcements to his aid.

((Summon creature 8 i believe it was he had prepared near the start of this business?))

[*Midnight]

Large chunks of rock and stone fall from the collapsing ceiling above. In his shape as a devil Mauric sprints forward. His hands and jaws clamping around him as he runs towards the sanctum that contains the Baatezu. He has to leap to the left, then the right to avoid falling lumps of masonry. A large arch way of rock falls and he is forced to spread the Cornugan's wings to shelter himself from it. His stride unbroken. He feels his foe struggle and fight and then the struggles suddenly stop and Ramal becomes still and unmoving just a dead weight.

Ayase reads her scroll and she sees the magic take effect over the battered man in the devil's jaws his flesh slowly creaking and turning to stone. She looks up just in time to see the altar from the temple above falling towards her, and throwing herself forward she manages to roll forward and take shelter under the stone arch way Mauric has just deflected with his wings.

Dorian casts his spell and he feels a presence answer, and then frustration as it becomes stuck. The Dimensional Lock which makes traveling any further than the near ethereal makes it impossible from anything to be called in from another plane.

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Brax and Hasclaan leave the coach at the foot of the iron tower and they are shown into a decorated ball room and a large devil bellows out.

"Count Heward Brax and guest."

The room they enter is decorated with white marble the heavenly music the sound of running water from the fountain at the far end of the room, it all makes this seem like something from Celestia as opposed to Baator. It is only the dancing cavorting fiends that remind Hasclaan that this is hell. The empty iron throne at the end of the hall tells Hasclaan that Dispitar is not personally in attendance.

They make their way around the hall and Hasclaan feels as if he has been introduced to everyone before they retire to a corner a drink in hand.

"Any final questions before we get started?"

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian curses at his stupidity as the spell fizzles. That blow to the head must has addled his wits.

Regardless, seeing the state of things, and the precarious state of the tunnel, he raises his shield to protect himself as best he can from falling rocks (and stop him banging his head on the roof due to his currently increased size) and makes his way towards Mauric and the still form of Ramal.

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan enjoyed himself. Somehow.

It was interesting to see this, intersting to meet all this fiends (who knows? one day he might feel like calling one of them?), fascinating to explore this side of Hell, a side few outsiders will ever see.

He is polite and charming but at the same time trying to not draw too much attention to himself- and while his Infernal is almost perfect he leaves talking to Brax.

When they retreat in the corner Hasclaan looks over at the empty throne again- he would be more comfortable if he knew the Archduke is busy and distracted.

On the other hand standing in the presence of a power like him... shaking his head he adresses his host.

"I know the way, I know my mission... my spells are prepared. Lets do this."

[*Krayt]

Considering the current state of Ramal and the hardy material he seemed to be composed of he could Think of no better improvised shield. He hewed him over his head while lowering his wings. Holding him in a steady grip by his neck and his knee trying to balancing him without slanting to either side as he ran in the same direction. Beliving that section had been enforced but also to affirm his suspicion that the knights had either relocate the Pit Fiend or freed it.

-If you have means of escaping now would be the time to prepare them. *He shouted as he ran trying to dodge the falling debris.*

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

''captured the sod with the only scroll of pietrify i had. shot of luck at last. now to get out of here with it intact'' this thought forming in a fraction of second, among all the roaring thoughts and noises that boomed in her head as she sprinted forward to reach mauric and dorian hastened with her invocation hopefully dodging debris.
the anchors are in place yet ethereal jaunting is possible... so, gating to the ethereal is it ? worth a try.
ayase took her scroll of gate and as soon as she got a moment where no chunks of rock fell on her head, she'd open the portal to the near ethereal, just out of the devil's ward.