D&D Act Two Scene II - Well met in Clayton

"No, I'm good. I've an active social life, don't want to miss next years festivals. So you are?"

Banjo wrote: »

"Me? I'm dead. And the dead go to the tomb. Is there a secret handshake or ticketing system, or will they just let me in?


Is it nice?"

"Bit boring, but you are 'undead' right. I just don't die. Far more sophisticated."

Banjo wrote: »

"Sophisticated? Sounds pretty straight forward to me."
If she's still holding the poker, she walks out. If not she rips her throat out and burns the body, then walks out.

Either way, she'll jog back to the mausoleum and head back to where she wigged out, then follow the Carnage to the witch's chamber. Aria will guard the mausoleum

The woman's body burns up in the fire and rises as soot into the air.

As Othegre runs back, she hears her call out.

"Oy, thanks a lot, you know how much I had planned next year? You're a psycho seriously." The woman is running behind her without a scratch.

Othegre continues to Scarata's chamber parting ways with the woman and enters seeing the witch.

Scarata erects a wall of fire tightly around herself. Then slowly it begins to expand throughout the room. Othegre gestures at the Warlock freezing her hands in place. She tries to keep working the spell, but can't, the hand gestures are impossible with paralyzed arms. The wall collapses.

"Nooooo!!!" she screams. "I am Ursula reborn!!!" She opens a gateway beneath her feet and falls out through the ceiling again. "Passed to a plane without magic, ha!" She is able to move once more. Flak attempts to put her to sleep but she shrugs it off. "Not so easy to beat me boy."

Khalem leaps at her, "Easy with these witch", she erects a stone wall in response "Doton!!!" she shouts, his blades shatter the wall, then she gestures and he is teleported onto the ceiling and falls down with a hard crack.

Ekbard flies toward her, but plants descend from the ceiling and wrap around him, crushing his ribcage slowly. She prepares lightening in her hands and grabs Ekbard slowly burning him electrically. The Nerosian doesn't flinch, but stares hard.

"You are all dead, hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!" she cackles.

However, a white light glows from Moy, the calming light of Nír. "NO MORE!" booms a divine voice. All magic within the room fails. The rivers of power, now just tree branches. The vines fall from Ekbard and he pulls her hands from his smoking ribcage. The smell of burnt flesh in the air. A single shove sends her to the ground.

She crawls backward..."No, I had a destiny, please please...."

Ekbard walks forward and says....

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" she bites into her arm, her blood ignites. "Furson's shunning of external volition" she shouts erecting a shield of raw magic about herself as Ekbard brings down his sword, a bubble of protection her last desperate hope.

But a shield, magic or not, is no match for raw Nerosian might. The bubble shatters and Ekbard's sword reduces her face to pulp and bisects her body.

The entire crypt explodes just as they exit the mausoleum, the blast is greater in power than anything Flak could ever imagine. It lights the sky.

He looks around, the party is frozen in time. Only he moves between the ticks of the clock. The explosion stopped an inch from his face.

Flak's mind is crushed under the weight of the computations he is performing in his head, but he sets each note in place at the right pitch. He has this.

Moving through the explosion by swimming, gravity now having no effect, he swims to the center of the blast. Almost all is atomised, save an amulet, which he grabs. Swimming back to the party he has three minutes left.

Flak feels for the Amulet, he sees three locations fill his mind, a Desert, a Grassland and a city with buildings of some metal. The strain of using the amulet is immense combined with the song, his nose begins to bleed, but he powers through.

The metamathemagical symbols align in his mind, he sings the final crescendo note of the song to restore time without damaging the world and activates the amulet.

He and the gang vanish.

And the continent of Kyrtas is marked with an explosion whose violence has not been seen in a thousand years.