The ranger ushered her mount up a small cliff and onto the tree above, the chameleon deftly taking her along the branches until it found a place it could prop itself up somewhat in agreement with gravity and his rider. Nialda could see the wolves barking and trying to climb up the cliff after her, some twenty feet below, but they could not manage to get more than a bound up off the grass. They growled and circled around, almost as if trying to figure out how to get at their prey...<br/><br/>Shadavere had gone, flying away to find Holly.<br/><br/>When suddenly, a loud snap rang through the air and a javelin screamed through the woods and whirled through the head of one of the wolves, throwing it up into the air and bouncing off the ground- sending the other three beasts bounding backwards in panic. The javelin buried halfway into the side of the hill as blood splattered across the grass.<br/><br/>Not far away, Anton and Velatha rode up on their horses and dismounted. The remaining wolves bounded past them, completely ignoring the two warriors. On the other side of the small valley, Myrunue had the bottom of her Giantsbow dug into the ground with her foot planted on a stake integrated into the oversized weapon to stabilize it. The whole thing looked like it was made of steel and stood as tall as its wielder, but the quiver laying beside the knight was full not of javelins- but of steel arrows the size of a man.<br/><br/>Rysinder was next to her, fumbling through his pack for his holy symbol. The short-bearded dwarf sighed relief when he saw the wolves departing. Everyone had left their horses behind, Anton and Velatha found Nialda up in the tree atop her mount. When the pseudodragon finally reached the caravan, the King gathered up whoever was closest and bade them to go rescue the ranger. In the rush, the group was hastily formed to include Anton and Velatha, beside Myrunue and Rysinder. The rest would stay behind with the rest of the camp.<br/><br/>Before very many words could be exchanged between Nialda and her companions... their attention were drawn to a cave off to the side of the clearing. Only the archer and the cleric could hear the sounds coming from within, but their focused stare brought everyone else's eyes to the entrance. (http://youtu.be/Bt7KeshGMpI)<br/><br/>A sniff.<br/><br/>Then a grunt. A sizzling drip like steam.<br/><br/>And the slow and resounding scrape of dull metal.<br/><br/>One clawed foot... and then another. From the darkness, a great creature lowered his head under the ceiling and emerged. In one hand it dragged a wicked greatsword, black and bloody... it fell to the ground as it locked its eyes upon Nialda up in the tree- and then turned its attention to Myrunue and the Cleric.<br/><br/>It was about twenty feet tall, with two great obsidian horns twisting in randomy mishaped directions, and a Golgorathan-style crest helmet apparently only partially designed for it's skull. Its eyes were yellow and featureless underneath the darkness of its features, sharp teeth leaking steaming molten sludge down its bestial chin. The beast wore a long cloak that was burned black halfway-down, acting as more of a cape than anything. It looked malnourished underneath tattered rags and burnt armor- bits of plate beside ripped chainmail, some of the links just barely hanging from the mesh. The demon's skin was in places crimson, seemingly bleeding and burned in places- blackened and smoldering in others. It had cloven hands, only three clawed fingers and nailed feet more closely resembling hands.<br/><br/>It stared at Myrunue, who stared right back. She didn't move a muscle and Rysinder immediately started to walk backwards, pure terror evident on his face. Everyone immediately began to hear a number of voices, hideous pleas or hateful curses in a language foreign to them. All were compelled to stare.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Myrunue's Attack: 17+24 = 41<br/>Damage: 6d6+25 = 52! The wolves are frightened and disperse.<br/><br/>A wild DEMON appear! DC 30 for Know(Planes)<br/><br/>Frightful presence (DC 20) vs. Myrunue and Rysinder. Myrunue auto-fails, and Rysinder rolls a 5. Both are shaken.<br/><br/>The horses are tied up about 70 feet back from the edge of the map. The caravan is south. Nialda and the wolves came from the north.<br/><br/>Roll Initiative! Post/Send me <strong><em>1 round</em></strong> of actions.<br/><br/>Initiative:<br/>Baalim: ...21.<br/>Rys: 12<br/>Myr: 11<br/><br/>Baalim uses SLA <strong>Lock Gaze, Mass</strong> (DC 18)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Range: Close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)<br/>Target: one or more creatures<br/>Duration: 1 round/level<br/>Saving Throw: Will negates; Spell Resistance yes<br/><br/>You compel the target to look at you and only you for the spell’s duration or until the spell is discharged. While staring at you, the target is considered to be averting its eyes from every creature but you, granting creatures other than you concealment against the target’s attacks. If the target willingly leaves your line of sight, it is blinded for 1 round and the spell ends. If you willingly leave the target’s line of sight or become unconscious or dead, the spell creature suffers no ill effects. Blind creatures and creatures immune to gaze attacks are immune to this spell.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Myunue and Rysinder save... but Myrunue stares at it anyways. Rysinder is instead averting his gaze.<br/><br/>(http://s27.postimg.org/owq3j2ypb/Baalim.jpg) (http://postimg.org/image/owq3j2ypb/)</div></div>