<em>The save DC is 13. Those that failed are shaken.<br/><br/>Those that failed by more than 5 are dazed.</em><br/><br/>Weapons were pletiful in the manorhouse. Several empty suits of armor had been put on display as decoration. They were equipped with sword and halbard. Retrieving the weapon was simply a matter or wrenching the weapon free.<br/><br/>As the otherworldly howl echoed in your ears, the beast glared at the intruders. The look he gave each of you was subtly different. To the alchemist and the armsman, it seemed almost indifferent. The look he gave Callie was of interest... a sinister smile crept across its fanged features. However, its final gaze was of pure hatred. Upon seeing the paladin, it tensed, ready to spring.<br/><br/><em>Everyone call roll initiative and act when appropriate. The Demon's initiative is 16.</em><br/><br/>Meanwhile, downstairs there was a slight rippling in the air. Stepping through the rift emerged a powerful looking man... if 'man' you would call him. He was tall and muscular and handsome in the classical sense, however his skin had a strange reddish tint. Instead of boots, his dark silk pants were rolled up to the calves revealilng heavy cloven hooves. Upon his brown, where once were horns, only the broken stubs remained. He paused a moment, looking around the room, his intense gaze taking in the prostitute and her mother before his attention was drawn to the stair case.