Blood Hunters
6th of Rova 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
Perhaps the long journey aught to have taught you caution, or perhaps not. After all, had you not passed all the trials and defeated all the foes you did not outrun? What more could one ask for? Well, judging from Iolda's tone, maybe guards that did not veer off the road as much. You wonder for a moment if you should shout back your concerns about her folk not making it through the rain, but save your breath. Drawing your shadow closer feels almost unnecessary in the pouring rain. Yet you do and so too does Mina weave her own warding glyphs and signs you cannot read, making the water shimmer like glass as it passes near her.
It does not take long to spot the source of the fire at least, four sleek black furred beasts with hungry jaws and pointed ears of a kind you did not know the name of. One thing you do know for certain, it is not common for beasts in any land to be on fire. As you watch, one of them belches out a gout of flame in your direction, their seeming desire to burn all near them in defiance of the rain seemingly forgotten at the sight of fresh meat.
Mina Knowledge (The Planes): 1d20+10 = 27 (Success)
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Hell Hounds!" Mina shouts. "Guard your lives!"
Taking that to mean 'keep the vicious beasts away from everyone's tender throats', you pin the keenest looking to the ground by its own shadow like hammering an iron chisel into stone.
Hellhound 1 is Entangled
Alas, the other ones are still much too fast, one of the beasts looping just out of reach of Gorok's axe to charge Mina, they are smart, only to be met practically mid-air by a furious Warty. The slurk, undeterred by talk of Hell and devils, takes a vicious bite out of the creature's front leg, proving that they are flesh and bone just the same, even if the ends of splintered bones are charred black.
Hellhound 2 takes 18 Damage -> Now at 12/30 Damage
A shaken Mina speaks a spells of slumber and the third beast half-stumbles, half-rolls to the feet of a somewhat startled Iolda.
"Kill it!" you shout, only to realize a moment later that you had done so in the tongue of the People instead of 'Taldan'.
Hellhound 3 is Unconscious
Fortunately Cob does not need encouragement he is already running up to the last remaining hell hound, a clod of earth in one hand and a dagger in the other. Dirt flies and the dagger flashes, but alas the thing is able to dodge aside, growling in rage perhaps at the sheer affront that such a small morsel would dare challenge it.
"What... Are... You...?" The words impinge upon your mind like bubbles of rotten blood, like the thing that is speaking both does not quite understand the notion that it might be confused and utterly despises it.
Down from the branches of a nearby tree creeps a being of sinister grace. Eyes like embers and a sneer full of needle-thin teeth gleam from a hairless, almost featureless but unmistakably infernal visage. Wings fine as crimson silk flow behind him and a tail half as long as he is tall curls around the imperfections in the wood. In his left hand is the horn of some beast still drenched in the blood of his last victim, or perhaps still bleeding.
Mina Knowledge (The Planes): 1d20+10 = 22 (Success)
"Assassin Devil!" Mina pales and her words have more of an edge of fear than they did before, but the
thing does not acknowledge her. It flares its wings like a bloody banner —or like a spine-puff trying to scare off a predator some small irreverent part of you notes— and it 'speaks' again in tones of loathing beyond language:
"You are not my mark. Leave now and the blood you have borrowed from Lord Asmodeus will remain in your ever-rotting veins."
The last hound seems to have taken its master's presence, for surely this thing would have dominion over the beasts of Hell to draw back a moment, which only gives Cob a chance to look over the newcomer and exclaim: "He's faking, see, he's got a tear right down the left side that he's trying to hide with his tale, and the wing's all stiff on that side as well!" His enthusiasm fades a little then, though not for the reasons one might expect: "Think he can still fly away though. Don't think we can shoot that good. Oh... maybe use the spider magic!"
Devil Disguise: 1d20+16 = 33 vs Cob Perception 1d20+14 = 34
Assassin Devil Revealed to be at 38/76 HP
Mina, to whom the last words had obviously been addressed, seems caught between sheer bewilderment and growing resolve. One of its beasts is half-dead, one asleep, and one snared. A better chance to kill it than most would have.
What do you do?
[] Attack, you do not trust this thing to leave you be and its head is probably worth something to those 'Pathfinder' fellows
-[] Write in plan of attack (If you win a Bluff vs Sense Motive Check you get a surprise round)
[] Leave, you are outnumbered and devils usually keep their word to the letter at least, in this case the letter is quite clear
[] Write in
OOC: Yes, that is a CR 7 devil, but it is far from in tip top shape if you guys want to take your chances. Just the pelts on those Hellhounds would be worth a lot of money, never mind showing up on an Andoran ship with the head of a devil assassin.