Nindinzego had been scrying the party for a while now. Ever since Nindinzego received its latest prophetic vision from Pazuzu; that it was to be attacked and slain by a group of adventurers, it had been extra vigilant for such creatures. The sea serpent had taken care of the Ulfen threat, and the corbies had captured the two determined survivors. But these Desna worshiping Varisian butchers had proved a serious threat. All his corbies had been slain and so too Kikonu and Nevakali.
The ploy of creating an illusionary avatar of the sickening butterfly winged Deity had proved masterful. They had walked into the range of his unholy spell like lambs to the slaughter. Now they were dying like flies. Crisping like bacon under the heat of his scorching ray. The were no true threat. Were they? His visions had never been wrong before. How could he be doomed?
doom. Doom. DOOM!
Ignatius – Unconscious and Stable – Bruising, Death Magic (not near party)
Izati – Unconscious, Stable, Near Death- Crisped by Scorching Ray
Traftar – Unconscious, Stable- Stablized Izati then got crisped by Scorching Ray.
Kelda – Hurt but raging- Throwing Javelins (one left)
Hirohito – In pretty good shape- Tossing Alchemist fire pots
Senja – In pretty good shape- Tossing shurikens, but not doing much damage.
Sandru – Badly hurt- Playing music
Most of the party dropped over a ledge into a cavern (apart from Sandru who came from another path, and Ignatius who was left for dead). Its pitch black (magically so), with glowing green motes floating in the air, which do nothing to improve the illumination. Somewhere flying above you is a creature from a nightmares, with a slimy mollusk like body complete with 10 tentacles (two of which ended in savage claws), a monstrous face, and large leathery wings. Every now and then the dark is illuminated by a burst of fire and another one of your companions is burnt to a crisp.