Reaper's Oath plunged into the Erinyes's back, and her moans of pleasure turned to a shriek of pain. The fiend could do little more than attempt to dodge, however, before Imrae's next strike.<br/><br/>"Imrae," came a plaintive voice. Where Lord Zerillion once lay, there was now a drow woman, straining against chains that wound around her. "Imrae, why did you leave? Why did you abandon me?" Malsalra Misraria, her eyes wide in terror, stared back at her one-time lover. "My death is on your hands..." As she continued to speak, her voice went from plaintive to furious, terror turning to rage. "This is<em>your</em>fault!" A gash opened along the Malsalra's throat, and blood began to stream out. "<em>YOUR FAULT!</em>" she screamed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Make a DC14 wisdom save or be frightened of the Malsalra illusion for the duration of your turn.<br/><br/>Erinyes save vs Death Strike: 1d20+8 = 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=132672)<br/><br/><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Imrae: 30<br/>Erinyes: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=132673)<br/>Zerillion: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=132674)<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM Information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Erinyes 62/153 AC 13 (because naked). 17 if she uses her reaction to parry.<br/>Zerillion 85/85 AC 16<br/></div></div><br/>