"Very well, we will remove our robes, just don't hit our faces, and be warned, we are none too pretty." one of them says, as they pull at the corners of their robes. Then, hurling the robes to the side, they reveal their monstrous forms. All are covered in spirals of blistering skin, with bloated blood vessels, their faces covered in eyes, with long, acid-dripping tongues. Each also has a tail similar to the bone devils. As they release the cloaks, they also begin casting!<br/><br/>First, a thick layer of slime appears on the ground around Ancalagon, smelling somewhat different to a regular Grease spell. He slips, falling forward and landing a little awkwardly, splashed with the liquid. Next, a spell attempts to affect his body, but he shrugs it off - though it does get past his spell resistance. Next, it seems as though something is grabbing at Ancalagon's throat, trying to choke him unconscious. It can't manage to cut off his blood supply or air flow at the moment, however. Also, one of the four shrinks in size.<br/><br/>Also, just a split second later, four Quickened balls of flame are thrown, exploding around Ancalagon and igniting the "grease" covering him. Three of the fireballs manage to pierce his SR, but he somehow manages to avoid most of the damage from them. When the smoke dies down, the napalm is gone.<br/><br/>(I'm not sure if you are still immune to fire, I'd imagine not, but I figure you can check the rules on that one. If not, you can enjoy the following: 46 fire, 19 fire, 25 fire and 7 fire. Also, you're prone.)<br/><br/>When it comes to Ancalagn's turn, his draconic form suddenly shunts off the effects of the Phantasmal Strangler, resisting the spell entirely. He is no longer grappled and can breathe normally. The ceiling is now coated in smoke, and pieces of stained glass are raining down on the floor, though even one point of natural armour ignores it completely. The only people to be inconvenienced are the four formerly hooded foes.