Game: Great minds think alike (Part II)

*Blackthornes will turn towards the Tanari and then back toward Naruk.*

"Naruk, this may seem like a fool question, but what is that tanari doing? She doesn't seem to be looking all friendly like right about now."

"Very well then." Ian flys to the ground, near the rest of the group, motioning for Saath to follow him.

"We need to get out of the path of that lightning, now!" Ian yells. "Come on." With that, Ian heads away from the tower, and the lightning. Since the lightning is seemingly going in a line, Ian will try to go perpendicular to that line.

Sejanus looks down upon the gnoll, indeed shocked by the question and the child-like demeanor of the flind. If he possessed a soul capable of doing so, he might have laughed. Instead, his stony face remains a mask of wariness. Strangely, there is neither intake nor exhalation of breath, and so the deep, yet booming voice sounds with little presage:

"No Fiend am I."

The crimson armoured giant stops for a moment as if considering saying more, but then stops as the abyssal storm vanishes to a beguiling calm.

Turning back to the gnoll, still maintaining his defensive position, Sejanus calls out to the curious flind -still in the deep voice, but this time, quietly -like unto a low rumbling of rock:

"Who is the leader of your group."

Ian quickly drops himself on top of the tower wall, and begins lift people with the ring, and setting them down in the most stable area.

OOC: In the following order: Naruk, Azure, Blackthornes

OOC: On the roof/wall if at all possible, if only to speed things up.

Meanwhile, Saath hasn't been standing still. He now dangles the rope in front of Blackthornes while Ian is busy ferrying up Azure.

"'Thornes, grab the rope. I'll carry you up. You should know there's an antimagic field in the tower. Once we go down there, we won't be gettin' out."

A wide flind mouth goes from a slight smile to a giant frown underneath a dirty, ivory mask...

"What ever happen to intraductions? Everyone's always buisness, never take the time to get to know fella!"

MG extends his beefy flind arm out to the massive humaniod in front of him with an open palm...

"I'm The Masked Gnoll! I'm sorta a big deal in the hive....well, not really. But some day I'm going to be the best masked vigilante ever! All I have to do is work hard and eat my veggies, Grampa says! Someday I'm gonna save my friend ophelia!". He grabs into his bag but continues with his rant "This is Ms. Daisy! She's my best friend!....Who are you again?"

Sejanus listens to the rambling of the unusual gnoll with a stoic expression, devoid of emotion. At the extension of the flind's palm, Sejanus hesitates, but then steps forward in a quick and percise step, and grabs the muscular gnoll's forearm in an archaic grasp.

Just as sharply, the crimson-armored soldier, withdraws closer to the hole in the stonework, his focus split between the bizarre gnoll and the events above.

Returining his gaze upon "the Masked Gnoll", Sejanus speaks in sharp, clipping sounds (reminiscent of shields smashing in combat):

"Sejanus Praetorian am I. There is not time for more -but perhaps later. The Demons are our common enemy. We may have cause for alliance. Who is in command of this group?"

*Blackthornes will go to slip out of the fiends grip.*

Ian sets Azure on the wall, and calls out to the group.
"Right! If anyone here has a holy weapon, or something that effects incorporeal foes, get ready to use them! Its only a matter of time before that Phantasmal Fiend finds a way in, and we should be ready."

Ian crouches down, and slides down the rope he tied to the tope of the wall. Upon reaching the bottom, he looks at the armored figure.

"I'm afraid our time is a little short for introductions, how far do you think we can travel underground?" Ian asks.

Ian walks over to the wall and whistles to get their attention. "Come on down, I have a plan."

OOC: I know that Saath hasn't posted yet, but am I up on the wall yet? It shouldn't have taken that long, and I will climb to help him pull me up faster.

OOC: were has Azure been? He hasn't posted in a while now, I hope he does soon.

[Sorry folks...life.:(]

Azure drew out his bow the moment his feet touched the top of the wall, quickly notching a cold iron tipped arrow. He keept an eye on the sky, but since none of the vrocks were swooping in, had no cause to draw. He will wait until Blackthornes reaches the top of the wall and climbs down, still watching for any airborne attack, before sliding down the rope himself.

Azure, being the last boots to hit the ground, looks at the towering figure with obvious trepidation, but glaces back up toward the lightning-riven sky with outright fear.

Ian suddenly lunges at the snake and starts slashing at it with his sword.

OOC: attack: 9+11= 20
Damage 2+6 = 8

Ian wipes the goo off as best he can on the surrounding rubble. and then stops... and looks at the rubble.

Ian grins impishly. "I have an idea that might buy us some time, but my previous orders need doing first. All the time in the world is useless to us unless we have a away out. And things look a bit grim on our chances of fighting our way out."

"I can use the Tanar'ri cold iron weakness against them, but I've got nothing on incorporeals."

Saath calls forth his mind blade and shapes it into something bigger, while trying to ignore the stink.

OOC: Blackthornes is short, with long dark hair. He wears an all blue outfit over leather armor, and he has bright yellow eyes. He has a very small, almost unnoticable, pair of horns on his forhead. He carries a shortbow and a tiger claw. He also carries a rapier.