And now, actions.
The attack of the 12th is both brutal and swift. Marten charges both Alex and Everett with the universal bane of demons and devils, celestial silver. Their weapons glow with holy light.
The summoned minions of Gaspard Gillead surge forward, smashing zombies and cultists alike. In a clever tactical move, he sends Adriana and Everett in the midst of their ranks, surprising the guru of harmony, their former friend, with the fury of Balitrox. Curatrix extracts his own price for the attack, catching both Everett and Adriana with swipes from his blade. The werecat avoids the worst of it, taking her own swipe, but to little effect.
Dom sees the better part of valor and makes for the exit, though not before announcing to the group that the demon before them is, in fact, not there. Still, the illusion rushes forward, intent on wreaking what havoc it yet may.
Heather, reaching out to the mind of Nixie, offers her a way out. The city rat, unnerved by the sight of gurgoyles tearing apart her friends, loses her composure and returns the thought, in a panic. "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! I didn't sign up for this! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
She bursts from behind the pillar and starts running frantically, though aimlessly, as her exit is blocked by the 12th.
Pahi Oki does his best to release the fire elementals from their bond, showering them and three cultists with shards of ice. As the icicles reach the raging heat of the elementals, they melt, showering the creatures with water. They react poorly. One of them stalls, unable to collect itself for the purpose of violence. Both appear to have sustained wounds, though they are Resilient, and have not exited this plane yet. The cultists are not Resilient, and fall, impaled, by a shower of ice.
Alex, acknowledging the biggest threat in the room, launches a fusion rocket towards the hulking frilled dragon. It lands, showering the creature with shrapnel. Her hide absorbs most of the blow, but she is worse for the wear. She shrieks in pain and rage, and calls out the order to attack. "AAAAAGH! DESTROY THEM ALL! FORWARD! Leave none of them alive!"
The zombies in the first two ranks lurch forward, taking minimally effective swipes at whoever they might reach. Gaspard and Proditione both sustain hits, though Proditione scoffs at the meager swipe. Gaspard's armor soaks the worst of the blow from the zombie in front of him, but he is still knocked off balance and shaken. Marten and Pahi evade the lazy strikes of the zombies.
The medium rank devolves into chaos. Before anyone can land the finishing blow on Gill, Curatrix scoops up his unconscious master and clicks a strange looking techno-wizard device. A portal opens, and the pair leap through. The portal slams shut with a loud POP, leaving no trace that either of them were there, except a pool of blood on the floor where Gill fell. The elementals spit and hiss, then lash out at whatever is near. While one balks, the other reaches out and swings a flaming claw at Everett, connecting with vicious intent.
Two alu demons, taking note of the werecat and the juicer, snarl and sprint towards them, leaping and flailing wildly. Surprisingly, the first one misses the juicer, but the other one, completely undeterred by Adriana's invisibility, lands a devastating blow.
The silver skull cultists, being distressed by the gurgoyle charge, begin firing indiscriminately at the 12th. The level of inaccuracy is astounding, and for all the laser blasts fired, not one finds a mark to do any appreciable damage. Cynara shouts from the back of the hall. "YOU FOOLS! Use the heavy settings! These are no meager foe!"
From within the minds of several members of the 12th, a silky smooth, seductive voice speaks in comforting, yet urgent, tones. "Why have you attacked us? We mean only to bring harmony to this world. See your former 'friends'? They would see you enslaved to an unnatural order. Join us. End them now!"
Gaspard, Marten, Alex, Pahi, and Everett feel the overwhelming urge to attack the remaining members of the 12th.
Cynara weaves some magic, and an opaque coating of mystic force seeps into both her own hide and the hideous armor of Yergus, the mystic knight. He sprints forward towards Everett, twin katanas swinging. She launches herself into the air, speeding towards the Dirty Dozen.
The demons at the altar work in unison, placing fresh victims on the table, then plunging a hideous dagger into their throats to let their blood flow. Nylathria continues chanting, clearly in the midst of a ritual. She begins reaching a fever pitch. Whatever it is she's conjuring, she's close to completion.
Nevris, the necromancer, standing behind a wall of zombies, chants a few vile words of magic, and two more lifeless bodies stand. These carcasses, you recognize.
Missouri and Digrig shudder, pick up weapons, and shamble towards their former friends.