Dragon Quest III [ME6]

[Illiam'iira]

Quev and Illi are, of course, sneaking up the stairs with the others, Illiam'iira casting a spell on herself at the bottom of the steps quietly as she can.

OOC: Spell cast is Fey Crown. -1 level 5 spell slot, 1 left.
When you say giant human, how giant are we talking? Actual giant territory? Or a big ass man? And hm. What to roll for figuring out what this guy is beyond Fiend? I think we'd all appreciate trying to roll for it, even if we can guess.

(And - yep! There's still advantage from EA ^^)

[Makeshift]

He is at least 10 feet tall. He is proportioned quite well, so he just looks like a normal human... Scaled up.

If you wish to discern any infernal aspects.... Go ahead and roll Arcana, Insight, or Religion

[Illiam'iira]

[D6ME] Insight... 2! Who the fuck is This Guy: 1d20+9 29 NAT 20 BABY

[Makeshift]

Whose domain is this, and who sits on the throne? Most likely it is the nalfeshnee in some sort of guise. It is either very vain, very mad, or both. Tread carefully. A rule who rules over corpses in finest drapery is quite dangerous.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

Akh waited for the whole team to be close to her, then called upon the Pact. She had researched this Layer and the Abyss in general more than anyone else among them, so perhaps she could collate what she saw with what she had studied.

ME6. Religion. Arcana. Insight.: 2d20k1+7 27 2d20k1+11 18 1d20+11 27

[Using Inspiration to extend Death Pact: no harm from undead to the whole gang.]

[Makeshift]

The disguise is rather... Plain. At least when it comes to the denizens of the abyss. It brings to mind just something thrown on. The mothball eaten Grey slacks of arcane disguises.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"Greetings, demon lord. In this discerning company your original looks may be found rather tasteful and award you an expressive freedom, don't you think?" Akh curtsied.

[Makeshift]

The man looks up from the skull, and sneers.

"More mercenaries? There's nothing left to take! Go back to your baatezu masters and tell them we will continue staying out of the blood war!"

He does regard your words though, and gives a monumental sigh, and as he does, his form melts.

He stays roughly the same height, but is revealed to be a vaguely porcine thing. Fat and bloated, every inch of his skin is scarred and dotted by jagged lines of black fur, criss crossing chaotically. His tusks are both broken at the base and look like they hurt. Drool dribbles out of his mouth. It appears his back has been broken some time in the past, he's decidedly hunchback and a metallic cage has apparently been bolted to his back. Black iron spikes poke out at painful angles from his back and neck, where his body has not yet subsumed the construct.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

As his form was melting, Akh swept the room with her gaze, looking for any bones used for whatever purpose that looked draconic.

[Makeshift]

It appears the nalfeshnee is still holding the reptilian looking skull in his hands. Other than that... Well there's a lot of skulls.