<strong>Location:</strong>Antechamber, Battle<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>All Present<br/><br/>[Zero]<br/>Quiet Samaro nods quietly as Chorgath speaks-- to Chorgath, to himself, to some other party-- and where he was once before the door, in the next heartbeat he is among the monsters, casting away all pretense to mortal limitations and seeming.  He passes as a shadow between cuts, beginning to fell the inhuman creatures attempting to ravage the back-to-back gang of attendants, opening a path for them to get out.<br/><br/>[2]<br/>One moment Ferril is present, with the group behind the doors.  The next, he is simply not.<br/><br/><strong>"Dogs of the Nether!"</strong>booms the voice of Willing Suicides as he raises an armored fist, voice resonant echoing like an iron bell through the antechamber.<strong>"Your new master bids you KNEEL."</strong>And many of the inhuman beasts in the antechamber suddenly do, falling slavishly to whatever passes to their faces in submission.<br/><br/>Still perched on the wall at an awkward-looking angle, feet adhered to the rough stone surface, the Day Caste sees what's transpiring.  The empty white pits that appear to be its eyes narrow as it identifies the clear and present threat of the spell being woven.  Something nauseating and brackish and sickly flares behind that empty face-- then, reaching a boil, the darkness lances out from their eyes, targetting the sorcerer--<br/><br/>--only to be intercepted by a twist of the Warden's iron blade, where it gathers for a brief moment, refusing to be denied until Sondok flicks it off into a corner.  The demon gazes back impassively at the Day Caste, not wasting breath on challenge or insult, merely... waiting.<br/><br/>[3]<br/>The arrival of heroes has changed the face of the fight.<br/><br/>The Things swarming the room-- those who haven't bowed down immediately to Suicides, at any rate-- have a new focus for their hunger in Samaro, immediately swarming over the raksha in an attempt to bring him down beneath the weight of numbers.  Samaro is not in the best of positions, having sacrificed it to assist with making sure the attendants had a way to the wall and relative safety, but he manages to weather their assault regardless, suffering only a raking strike down one forearm.<br/><br/>Anjushri's attendants, wounded and dissolute, immediately buoy up when they see their potential saviors.  One of them shouts something clipped and curt in a battle tongue, and they begin following in the opening that Samaro is providing.<br/><br/>The humanoids comprising the more organized group do not lose their discipline or their focus.  As the attendants push backwards, the humanoids press forwards with their blades, attempting to break their guard, but without the distractions of the hunting beasts to keep them disorganized, the attendants manage to press against the wall without taking further losses.<br/><br/>[5]<br/>Ruby and Cerulean hang back, weapons ready to avenge their comrades, determination blazing fiercely in their eyes...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Each spellcasting action takes five ticks, the action going off at the end of all necessary actions; the release of the spell will thus be on tick 5.  Make the rolls as needed; there's only one 'solid' target mass, and Chorgath would be able to choose them without incidentally getting the attendants.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tick Order</div><div class="spoiler_body">[5] Chorgath Spellzcasting<br/>[6] Sondok, Varazslany, Ruby, Cerulean<br/>[7] Suicides, Day Caste<br/>[8] Ghosts, Whiteheads</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Within the Temple<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Sanger<br/><br/>"Duty."  Howls rolls the word around in his mouth, tasting it.  "Duty.  Sounds like poop, if you ask me," he decides, shaking his head.  "You do your rescue thing.  I'll do my huntin' thing."<br/><br/>He nods respectfully at Sanger as the other man turns to go, and the Exalts part ways.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sanger can make a Join Battle roll when he'll get there... let's say at Tick 10.  Hooray convenience!</div></div></div></div>