Merhault grinned "Then, you have no idea why I really came here for. I'm sure the Lie-Master knows why I came here."<br/><br/>His eyes flitted for a moment at the hovering image of Belial's bone-ridged and horn and spine-studded facial features; then looked back at the horned and hoofed man.<br/><br/>"I came here for my pound of flesh. I've lost more than enough to fiends over the millenia, and speficically to the Lie-Master, his daughter, and her minions. I may not be able to<em>kill</em>a Fiend-Lord, but I, and my warhammer, will make them pay for what I and those I cared for have lost.<br/><br/>Your accusation of<em>Sociopathy</em>is hilarious.<br/><br/>I have had to plan decades and centuries of my life in advance. My father is even older than me, and taught me the sights I had to set on existence when I was a youth in his tower.<br/><br/>I have loved thousands of times, and each one different than the others. I have, and have had, progeny, I love them all, and am proud of most of them; I have been there to raise each and every one of them, and fought any who would harm my former lovers or any children we had; and got the scars and visits to Valhalla to prove it.<br/><br/>I am no great, or excellent, person,<em>everyone</em>fails, mortals immortals and gods all<em>fail</em>at least once, if not many time.<br/><br/>I hate to shed blood, and do so because that is the Law of the Wheel, to impose their beliefs Celestials and Fiends<em>must</em>do battle. Like I said before, I am quick to anger, but slow to draw steel.<br/><br/>I have honoured each and every of my contracts, and owe no outstanding debts to any mortal, immortal or god.<br/><br/>There is no rationalizing, no reason for what I do, save vengeance, and my own long war against those who've killed my loves and destroyed my children. There is nothing good or righteous about what I do, but Celestials believe they can redeem me, and always take me under their wing when they gather my shattered remains at the gates of Celestia.<br/><br/>I am Merhault Fiendslayer, and I'm going to humiliate the deviless that's taken a great deal away from me."<br/><br/>He pulled out a folded over Portable Hole, spread it on the ground, and reached inside to pull out a pair of warhammers that were on a shelf near the top. He squatted on the balls of his feet, and placed the hammers into his belt. He folded up the portable Hole, then pulled out an other scroll from the bag, casting more enchantments on his equipment; his two hammers, his long hooked Nightwalker's horn, and carved Nightwalker's fang, the row upon row of spikes on his armour; and finally on the armour itself. He took his time, and didn't rush.<br/><br/>He followed with a few other spells, and then took a long breathe. He began to shimmer, and his skin went grey as granite. Then other spells affected him. He wasn't going to take any chances if it was possible.<br/><br/>The last spells he cast sent out energy that targeted the rest of the group (Haste), before casting an other spell, and affecting himself, and anyone that stands still long enough for him to touch them "I don't think any of you fancies drowing, I know I don't" (Water Breathing). Then finishing with one last spell "we can speak with the earrings, and having the element of Surprise is very hand I find. I'm going to make us Invisible" (Mass Invis).<br/><br/>When he finished, he straightened his legs as he dug out a crown of black metal covered in spines. It was shaped to look like a single metal ring, but the spines went in all directions, both inside, and outside. He put it on his head, and carefully pulled it so that it held onto the crown of his bald and scarred head. He tightened the spiked collar made of some unidentifiable creature's skin on his neck, and then pulled out the hammers he had stuck into his belt. He checked his bag to make sure that a scroll was easy to pull out<br/><br/>"Alright then. To you all, I wish you the best. You all have your own preparations to make, so I'll let you do them before taking the plunge. Give me.... 6 seconds. If I don't come back, I'm either already dead, or I our pay-master has decided to send us somewhere very hard to leave."<br/><br/>There was little trust in him for their employer, one would have to be mad, or a servant of the Lie-Master, to trust anything that was going on.<br/><br/>He waited for them to do what they needed, then began to make a running leap for the centre of the gate. Who knew what was on the other side, on that first step. Probably the mouth of a Volcano. He figured it would serve him right.<br/><br/>=====<br/><br/>Spells: GMW on all the weapons, to bring them to a +5 modifier, MV to bring the armour to a +5<br/><br/>Other Buffs: Mirror Image, Stoneskin,<br/><br/>For Group Buffs: ignore, or accept the ones you want.<br/><br/>I make the Spellcraft check on a roll of 1, so that's a pass.<br/><br/>I'm going to assume that people either have 24 hour buffs, or will cast their long duration buffs before entering the portal. Typical level 7 Scry and Die tactics. I guess it's Kong's post next, to see if my character bites the dust, or not.