Theran seems a bit flustered at the talk of what's going on in the chapel. Perhaps even a bit flushed, but that may be a trick of the light. "Yes, we need to find the fiends before they find us." he says, trying to cover his nervousness.
Um.. should.. should we talk to them? IF they're um.. singing hymns... even while doing .... that, and they don't appear to be evil.. maybe.. they're.. um... not? Maybe they could be allies?
Falfaerel chortles at the elf's discomfort. Elf! It's jsut sex. Bees do it. Birds do it. Even YOU do it. Or, are you forgetting that time you went to sleep with a dwarven barmaid and woke up with your face full of his beard the next morning
Yridhrennor's cheeks burn a furious red as he turns back to the... whatever they were. That.. That's not the... Dwarves are hard! If they had slimmer ears, or more angled, it'd be FAR easier to tell! How can I possibly remember which gender has a beard!?
I would have thought there were several key differences you would have caught on to. Especially... once you left the table...
Hyenas aren't.. obvious! They have the same.. well.. they LOOK like they ahve the same.. parts! I thought dwarves were like that! He pointedly turns away from his familiar, forcing himself to study the.. .tableau... below. This is decidedly odd. What IS going on down there?
Yridhrennor knows that Iomedae's faith has no common rites that involve such acts, let alone conducted with such vigor. Symbolic mating with the goddess is generally more of a Calistrian thing. There was that one time...
Perhaps, they're enspelled?
Perhaps, they're enspelled?
Yridhrennor finds magic within the chamber. Illusions!
There are a great many illusion in this place. I don;t think what we'e seeing is at all what we really should be seeing.
There are a great many illusion in this place. I don;t think what we'e seeing is at all what we really should be seeing.
Focusing his will, Yridhrennor is able to see the hazy edges of the magic. The woman and men are all illusory. To his enlightened vision, the room is empty of true foes.
The room is.. empty?
"Some kind of time delay, or a trap that distract you while something else springs." Blink shook her head. "Either way, we don't need to deal with them if they aren't real." Moving to the next door on the Eastern side of the hall they'd just fought in, she checked that one to see if there were any problems.
"Some kind of time delay, or a trap that distract you while something else springs." Blink shook her head. "Either way, we don't need to deal with them if they aren't real." Moving to the next door on the Eastern side of the hall they'd just fought in, she checked that one to see if there were any problems.
[dice=Perception]1d20+10
Blink found no signs of traps or other dangers about the door. Nor did she hear anything from the far side.
Blink opened the door, hoping there wasn't something smart enough to be quiet on the far side.
It's an illusion. Nothing that we have seen is real
It's an illusion. Nothing that we have seen is real
Opening the door, Blink found a chapel similar to the one opposite but absent a naked woman and men. A huge statue of a squat dwarf with a massive hammer and shield presided, flanked by twin tapestries depicting forges. Three more dwarves, smaller but all armed and ready for battle, stood in alcoves along the wall. A larger tapestry appeared to have once shown the construction of Drezen, but was torn and defaced. Layers of filth and ruin covered everything. Each of the statues had its face melted away. Demonic runes were scrawled everywhere.
Once more, Yridhrrennor searches for magic auras throughout the room
Once more, Yridhrrennor searches for magic auras throughout the room
Blink made a face. "Desecrated." She looked at the others. It wasn't exactly a shock, after all. "Do we want to clean it now, or wait until we hold the fortress?"
Galin shakes his head in disgust, I'd like to clean it now, but we should probably wait until we're sure there are no enemies nearby.
Theran nods in agreement. "Demons are the real threat. We take them down first. When we hold this fort there will be time to reconsecrate."
Blink slipped across the desecrated temple to the far door. Opening it, she found a corridor.
Yridhrennor watches, ready to unleash the Magic upon the fiends.
Blink shrugged, and after checking down the corridor for traps, hideous guards and enemies, twisted rituals and the like she moved to the first door in the corridor. Sure, it was only a few feet away, but it seemed like a good place to start.
Blink found the first two doors opened into rooms empty save for various detritus, though the second had a door which she thought, based on her estimated position within the citadel, might lead to one of the balconies she examined from outside.
With no more obvious way to go Blink moved over and tried the first door...after the standard examination.
With no more obvious way to go Blink moved over and tried the first door...after the standard examination.
[dice=Peception (Trap Spotting)]1d20+10+3
Behind the doors to the west, Blink found only storerooms packed high with supplies for those of the demonic host who still required food. All of it would be very welcome back at camp. To the east lay another disused guardroom, though this one had signs of recent vacation: an overturned table and some loose dice and coin. To the south, both doors opened to a large hallway that stretched further on.
With a shrug Blink collected the coins. Waste not, want not. With the coins squirrelled away she head for the corridor to the south, checking the corridor as she went.
Blink forged along to the south, finding no traps. The corridor took her all the way to the front battlements of Drezen, but the only concerning thing she found came much nearer. Voices conversing in Abyssal came from beyond the doors at the corridor's southern end.
Blink listened in for a few moments, to see what she could hear, and then went to warn the other crusaders about what she'd heard. "It looks like I found another occupied room. Maybe even a room occupied by real people and not strange sex illusions. But, you know, Abyssal."
Gamon's fingers dance along the hilt of his rapier, That sounds more like what I was expecting. I assume you weren't able to tell anything else about who or what was inside the room?
Yridhrennor blushes at the mention of 'sex'
Gamon's fingers dance along the hilt of his rapier, That sounds more like what I was expecting. I assume you weren't able to tell anything else about who or what was inside the room?
Yridhrennor blushes at the mention of 'sex'
...as does Theran.
Blink heard several voices, maybe four or five, debating whether dwarven or tiefling souls tasted better. They all sounded very satisfied.
Blink reported the conversation, rather glad that they hadn't had a chance to snack on Slyph souls as yet. She didn't intend to let them have the chance either.
Blink reported the conversation, rather glad that they hadn't had a chance to snack on Slyph souls as yet. She didn't intend to let them have the chance either.
"So.. more demons, then. We shoudl prepare ourselves."
Galin will attempt to sneak along with Blink back toward the door, and seek any crack through which he can see what exactly is inside.
Blink waited to see when everyone wanted to charge in (not charging in didn't occur to her, really - not when they were talking of how tasty souls were) and if they wanted to cast to help out.
Steave waits for the recon.
Galin will attempt to sneak along with Blink back toward the door, and seek any crack through which he can see what exactly is inside.
[dice=Perception]1d20+14
Galin skulked up to the door and did his best to find somewhere to peer through. After some time, he came upon a narrow crack that let him stick a single up and see a sliver of the chamber beyond. A large wing obscured part of even that meager view, but he could mark another demon beyond it. Both were sizable specimens of what seemed to be nabassu, the same sort as the demon that caused the crusaders so much trouble back at the ruined shrine. There must be at least two this time, perhaps more. With the echoes it was hard to isolate individual voices.