The Chalice Of Heironeous

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian continues to fight defensively, trying to stop the fight. Blood drips from his wound, but the magic of his armour should at least slow and eventually stop the bleeding, he pays it little heed.

Ayases statement that it was they that were attacked shocked Dorian slightly, he had naturally assumed it would have been the other way around. Well, too late.

Fight or flight? Both.

He calls upon his divine powers and prepares to hit the enemy with a Word of Faith and casts it.

He also checks the distance between himself and his allies ((are we all within 10'?))

[*Krayt]

*Of course he could not help but to yield to a fit of laughter. Mauric steped closer to Ramal to get too close for the deadly point to hit him and the loss of momentum and impact when his strokes could only hit with the first half from the hilt, trying to force Ramal to either taka a step back and strike or push him back to get a good hit. He would at the same time rise his hand close to Ramals face and cast a Hellfire blast. *

-Come then! I'll race you to the next destination!

[*Midnight]

Dorian's spell is cast and the two knights are struck by the raw power of Helios, or whatever else it is that answers Dorian's prayer. The result is they are held fast by the spell and unable to fight the mass of hellish tenteacles as they rise up their bodies constrict around their throats and force their way into the mouths of the two men as the gasp for air. The two of them twitch and spasm as they choke to death. Looking around Dorian would be sure Ayase is within ten feet of him and he thinks Mauric probably is, but given the circumstances it is hard to tell for certain.

Behind him Ayase casts her invocation again cracks and fissures open up in the ground and a fresh set of icy tentacles rise up from the floor. One of the charging knights jumps clear but a second is snared by the ankle and dragged down.

Mauric invokes his blast and aims it towards the other doomguard. The blast strikes Ramal, or at least one of the Ramals projected by his mirror image spell and Mauric is now confronted with three of them. Mauric feels the hellfire the flames burning at his very soul. Ramal's blade falls in an arc slicing through one of Maurics images and then another before the final strike swings for his neck. It may be a reflex action or perhaps just hellish good luck from his dark patrons but Mauric pulls back away from the blade he resultant blow catching him on the shoulder turning an otherwise fatal stroke into a mere wound. Muairc also feels the hellfire shield blast and flare again drawing power from him and blasting his manic assailant with hellfire, the skin of Rmala's face blackens and his hair singes but to his credit he remains on his feet laughing manically.

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Hasclaan is shown out of the office and up a winding staircase to the top of a tower. The room he enters is bare aside from a shimmering portal through which he can see a dark iron cityscape.[/i]

"Your contacts name is Agrippa. He knows you are coming and will meet you soon."

[*Selebius]

"Thank you. I hope this town's defence will be successful"

He takes a moment to ward himself with a spell then steps through the portal to enter the hellish Metropolis.

((Spell cast: Energy Immunity (Fire) ))

[*Agony_Aunt]

Seeing his spell succeed and that ayase is close, Dorian casts Etherealness, hoping that Mauric is in range, and not really giving a damn about whether Ramal is or not, but will snatch him up in the effect of the spell if he is.... after all, there is theoretically a mission to complete, not that Dorian particularly cares about that.

[*Krayt]

((As Ramal lunged at him he diverted all his attention to him.))

[*Midnight]

Hasclaan steps through the portal he finds himself in a place one would not at first associate with hell. He finds a gravel path way under foot and to each side of him neatly trimmed grass each blade inch perfect and ordered in height. To each side of him are perfectly regimented flower beds fuchias and lotus flowers all in neat rows. Behind him he hears the running of water as a small stream empties into a pond and growths of jasmine and honeysuckle climb the walls. Its when he looks over the walls and sees the bleak cityscape filled with dark mills and factories and a looming iron tower which seems to be visible whichever way he looks he would realize he is indeed in Dis. Judging by the way everything pans out below him is probably in some kind of roof garden. A number of benches line the path. Upon one of which sits a hirned and tailed tiefling with a neatly trimmed black beard. There's something off about him though and Hasclaan would realize from the golden glint in his eye that he has been sanctified. When he sees Hasclaan he stands up.

"You must be who I am here to meet."

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan smiles- enjoying how this plane feels, enjoying the neat and ordered surroundings. Of course he is no fool and he know better than to just relax and let his guards down. He is in Hell- and he knows it.

Yet ather time he might have lingered, explored, perhaps taken some time to sit down and read or just to enjoy the gardens and the breathtaking view it offers over the surrouding metropolis.

But today his mission comes first and so he greets the tiefling with a small bow and thin, polite, yet cool smile.

"Hasclaan Guunt. I was send here to meet someone mister....?"

The last part of the sentence is uestion- of course he remembers the name he was given but better to be sure now than to be sorry later.

[*Krayt]

Unaware of the other Doomguards actions Mauric indulged himself in the fight. His Eyes sparkeling with glee. His iron mask resounding with a mad laughter adding a metal ringing. He jabbed a thrust with his rapier aimed for Ramals throat.

[*Selebius]

"I am not sure they will agree but I will do my best here. What do I have to do? What do i have to know?"