Thread: Clash of Outsiders (PsionicCuttlefish & Eternal Thrill)

This is it , Makiel thought, as the Fiend before him stumbled and staggered from numerous accumulated wounds. The Celestial warrior brandished his holy flaming sword to blanket the corpulent nalfeshnee demon with another sheet of fire--it would not actually not do much against the nalfeshnee unless the holy power of the sword was biting into the demon's flesh at the same time, but it didn't need to. Infuriated over yet another wave of fire from his hated adversary, the demon took his attention yet again off the four adventurers assisting Makiel. Given the clear opening, they struck as one a warrior, an archer, a spellslinger, and a holy man all unleashed a simultaneous assault on the demon from the sides and behind the incredibly resilient, but finally defeated fiend. After the lengthy battle of attrition, the once-proud noble of the brutal Abyssal hierarchy stumbled and fell to his knees, bleeding from countless wounds. The archon of pale-blue skin and blood-red hair folded his crimson-feathered wings against his back and turned down his vengeful aura of power, reducing the brilliant light his body was putting out as he began to walk towards the gasping fiend, gazing intensely with his solid-gold-colored eyes. Deth'Nar of the Skullhill! Makiel boomed with a voice born of the heavens. Your army has been crushed, your plot has failed, and you have met your match! If you surrender now, even one such as yourself may be shown mer-- The obese demon shrieked in unmitigated rage and lunged for Makiel with a speed belied by his mass. But there was a flash of light even faster than him, and the demon halted in front of Makiel, whose arm was fully outstreached, with his angel-forged sword extended. Deth'Nar's head fell to the ground, and his body collapsed after him. Makiel allowed himself a small sigh of victory. In truth, he only said the words he did as a formality. As an avenger archon, he never really wanted a Fiend to surrender, but the Fiends never wanted to either, so it worked out well for him. Still, he was called to the Ministry of Temperance every now and then to ensure that his intentions always remained pure if he ever pursued the ultimate justice too far and strayed from the ideals of orderly retribution that defined the warriors of the Celestial archons, his heart could become tainted. So he always repeated the words, and never slew a foe unless it was in combat, or if the sentence had already been formally decreed. Additionally, Makiel couldn't help but having felt a small amount of frustration with the sheer tenacity of the nalfeshnee, towards the end. Had Makiel been alone, he wasn't sure he could have bested this demon. For an awfully long time, the demon had weathered the sheer punishment the archon and the mortals together had heaped upon him and refused to fall. It was actually fortunate they had been working together the nalfeshnee had focused almost exclusively on Makiel--the despised adversary from the Upper Planes--and ignored the mortals, allowing the damage to accumulate and keeping him from slaying one of the mortals until the Fiend's unnatural fortitude failed him. The four adventurers gathered near Makiel and the fallen demon, and they congratulated each other and began to heal their wounds with potions while they also thanked Makiel for his assistance. Makiel looked them all over and smiled upon them. You have done well, mortals. Today you have served a just cause and ended a great threat. Know that the heavens are grateful that you have stopped this incursion into the realm of the Material, as every victory against the Fiends is counted. He then turned to the holy man, an elf in silver-laced vestments, who held his holy symbol close to himself as he looked up at Makiel and softly murmured prayers of thankfulness. The spell you have used to Call me here will last for several more hours still, which is more than enough time for us all to finish searching this unholy fortress from top to bottom and cleanse it of any remaining dens of evil that may have escaped notice. Makiel declared. The mortals nodded at him, and split into two groups to take two different passageways, while Makiel himself took a third. In a particular room of the fortress, a quiet room of bare stone, a scuffling of feet could be heard from outside the door followed by some soft clicks and clatters from what must have been the door's lock. It wasn't opening right away though, and continued to quietly clatter around, as if being jiggled. Was someone...picking the lock? There was then a very loud click as the bolt slid open, then a creaking sound as the door swung in, letting light into the room around two silhouettes, one tall and one short. As the light fell across the lone individual occupying the room, bound by rune-inscribed chains, there were two exclamations of alarm and suddenly the smaller figure's hands were each surrounded by a nimbus of glowing light, and was cupping pulsating 'spheres' of air-shimmering distortions in each hand. The glow illuminated the two figures for the room's inhabitant the shorter one was a halfling garbed in loose purple robes, while the taller one was an unusually thin and spry half-orc dressed in a leather vagabond's outfit, who also held out a drawn shortbow that shimmered in the light with enchantments, aimed straight at the imprisoned being. The two mortals stared wide-eyed at the being, but did not unleash any attacks yet. After a moment, they seemed confused. It's...chained up? The half-orc said under his breath, though said being's excellent hearing allowed her to catch what they were saying to each other. This is...very strange...it is a demon, we should probably just kill it, but...why would they imprison one of their own? Maybe it's dangerous enough to be chained up for a reason. ...Go get Makiel. He'll know what to do. I'll stay here and keep an eye out. The half-orc nodded to his companion, then turned and sprinted back out the door and down the hall. The halfling stood in the doorway, with his arms still outstretched and hands ready to unleash elemental wrath in an instant as he stared at the prisoner A succubus demon. Last edited Oct 4, 2018