Rosa moves throw the dying, killing all she comes across with a slash of her blue glowing great sword.
She stops when Sparel talks of a vow and something in writing.
"I am not as I was, Hell's will and taint binds me no longer, I am free to act in accordance with the laws of the God-mind, in defiance and protection of order over chaos. If you will all sign a mutually binding agreement as insurance, comment and concord to fight as a group that which seeks to brake down the order of the world, this hooded man and his brethren, then I will sign such a document."
She then carry's on fishing off her work. Oddly a parts of her seems to come away, then move around the dead, scurry around picking up buts of armor and magics. taking them back to her body.
Almost not hearing her Sparel watches a piece of Rosa scurry about the scene his eyes widen a moment.
Turning back to look at Rosa
"Yes, ... well then. I think we're all on the same page with that. I suspect it'll be easier to work with you now than before, so congratulations on your... Rebirth. " Sparel took a few seconds to search for the right word.
"Lets straighten things up here and we can all convene in my home to discuss the events of the day."
Sparel casts a spell. For those of you who can see magic shapeless forms spring into being near sparel. Sparel says to the air, "Clean this place up and bring me anything that may be of value."
Rosa stands and lets the last of her simple magical Mechanical drones integrat themselves back into her sub structure, as they dos she says.
"Devils, see you said, The only way you can break this full stop, that's when a devil had you, if only you had said 'this Agreement'."
Rosa smiles an nods in self mockery.
"The Devil know that was your mistake, that and letting her Imp write the document with 'This' full stop and under it 'Agreement', full stop, on its own as the top of the paper, o she agreed to that"
She take out the agreement scroll and go's to rip it but can't, you can see her stain.
"I.. just... can't... brake.. 'this'"
Then she puts it away
Jokingly she says
"Symantec's and naming objects, Devils what did you expect. But trust me when I say, I am not as I was. I may be a thing to Steel and Iron but I care what happens to others, there is punitive justice and there is also restorative justice, that I know now. So thank you, In deed not so much a Rebirth as an re-awaking, the lies that where woven around my soul hold me no longer."
"I don't have any gaps in memory. I ran in here, sword swinging. If you look up the path through that door (*points to the door he came in*) you will see my work. I was trapped in the ice for only a minute or two before you all broke it. During that time, I was fully aware, at least as aware as you could be with inches of ice covering you."
"I don't have any gaps in memory. I ran in here, sword swinging. If you look up the path through that door (*points to the door he came in*) you will see my work. I was trapped in the ice for only a minute or two before you all broke it. During that time, I was fully aware, at least as aware as you could be with inches of ice covering you."
As his magical constructs go about their work Sparel will occasionally point and issue a small order seemingly to the air itself. "Don't forget that." Sparel says pointing at a pile of demon gore. "Just put demon parts in one pile and items in another. We'll deal with them separately." The various carried things start going in respective piles. "As a matter of fact just put the body parts next to the pit there. We can just sweep them in and burn them when we've verified nothing is amiss." Turning to the group "A paranoid mage is a live mage." He says as if that fully explains.
Then continuing with Tialvoron,
"Just curious. We once rescued a paladin who had been a statue for a thousand years. Needless to say he was surprised, but an excellent source of historical data. I was wondering if you had a similar story, but it seems not." Only sounding slightly disappointed.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I am a simple warrior who came to cut down some defilers. My zeal got the best of me, but confidence wasn't enough to combat spellcasters in such volume. Nor did I expect evil beasts of such power."
"Ah," he says as if having just remembered his manners, "And what are your names and backgrounds?"
Akor lowers Demonwrack but does not sheathe it. He walks over to the bodies of the two pit fiends [b]"These will need to be physically removed, and incinerated with a holy, cleansing fire. I will contact my wife, Tyrvanas, who is a an Arch Druidess. She is more than capable of re-consecrating this temple. Sparel, would you be so kind as to assist her in getting here? She should be at or around my house on the outskirts of Myth Dranor."
He telepathically calls out to Tyrvanas "Shade of my heart, your presence is needed. We tracked Dheembleth to an abandoned, befouled temple. While he managed to escape via an ally, we retook the temple and it needs to be consecrated again"
Switch back to Elven "My scouts will remain here, to guard this place once we have cleansed it. I will then arrange to have it re-opened within the week."
@Tielvoron
"I was as you 1st meet me, a Devil of the Hell's and as such did its biding, but as you can see I am not any more, it will he hard or me to tell you what I am now. I will keep my name, So please call me Rosa."
@Akor, Its is your land once more, I just wish I know where the hooded one went. I have Items that may give is a clue do we have a place where we can work and research?
Akor lowers Demonwrack but does not sheathe it. He walks over to the bodies of the two pit fiends [b]"These will need to be physically removed, and incinerated with a holy, cleansing fire. I will contact my wife, Tyrvanas, who is a an Arch Druidess. She is more than capable of re-consecrating this temple. Sparel, would you be so kind as to assist her in getting here? She should be at or around my house on the outskirts of Myth Dranor."
He telepathically calls out to Tyrvanas "Shade of my heart, your presence is needed. We tracked Dheembleth to an abandoned, befouled temple. While he managed to escape via an ally, we retook the temple and it needs to be consecrated again"
Switch back to Elven "My scouts will remain here, to guard this place once we have cleansed it. I will then arrange to have it re-opened within the week."
"Let me know when she's ready? If she has a large contingent I'll set up a circle so they can all come as soon as they are ready. "
"I am Sparel Radymah." "Elder Theurge of the elven conclave and Devotee of the Wispering Lady . I've been fighting demons for a long time. To explain much more will take time. "
It's not clear exactly how old Sparel is, but rumor has it that it's much much older than even an elf should be.
@Tielvoron
"I was as you 1st meet me, a Devil of the Hell's and as such did its biding, but as you can see I am not any more, it will he hard or me to tell you what I am now. I will keep my name, So please call me Rosa."
@Akor, Its is your land once more, I just wish I know where the hooded one went. I have Items that may give is a clue do we have a place where we can work and research?
"I have a place. Wait here while I retrieve Tyrvanas. Should only be a moment."
Looking to Akor, "Is she in her grove as usual?"
Based on Akor's answers SParel will Planeshift and teleport as needed to get to Tyrvanas's location. Then create a teleportation circle that leads to just outside the temple. Assuming she's ready the whole process should only take a few rounds.
Akor shakes his head "I do not believe so. I had her go assist the clearing of the mines. She should be there. Also, could you fetch Lymal for me? I am sure he is quite unhappy that I had to leave him behind. He likely accompanied my wife"
Once Sparel departs, the Elven champion looks to Rosa. "I see you now possess the ability to create minor servitor constructs from yourself. I need about a dozen to assist in the removal of the corpses of our slain enemies. Would you be willing to help?"
Turning to the half-elf "Tialv, I see you can summon otherworldly beings. Tyrvanas might require your help once she arrives. Please do what you can to aid her."
[b]"That shouldn't be a problem. Summoning is what I do."[b]
Rosa "yes Akor if your happy with that I shall do it now"
She stands still and from her form 12 medium sized constructs detach and move over to Akor making 3 lines of 4, in front of him.
They have 6 legs and two large garbing pincers at the front, they look like metal crabs that can carry a lot.
"They are simple, and will activate on command, just tell them what is needed"
He actually smiles at Rosa display "That could be very useful. Have four drag each of the pit fiends out of here, while one each takes their weapon. The other two can begin hauling out the other cultists and minor fiends. Once the others are done, have them assist in getting rid of the rest. All of them should take them to a hollowed out crater about a quarter of a mile west of here. I will send my scouts to guard the dump site until we are finished here and can dispose of them properly."
Sparel nods his ascent and departs. The very space around him seems to fold as he takes a step. Then he is gone.
Sparel appears outside the mines and looks for someone of importance. "Please find Tyrvanas and tell her that Sparel is here to convey her to her husband. She is needed. Be quick about it. Haven't got all day." Sparel adds the last part when they don't move fast enough for his liking.
Out of the mines walks an incredibly beautiful elven lady, with long silver hair that has hints of red in it. Her golden eyes, an oddity among the elves, shine upon seeing Sparel "Sparel! I haven't seen you in ages! I am glad to see you are eating well"
She is followed by a massive wolf, whose size would dwarf even the largest of bears. You've known Lymal for about two hundred years now. As he notices the archmage, he sits down and his tongue lolls out, in a wolfish smile. Clearly he happy to see you.
"Pleasure to see you, Tyrvanas. You look radiant as always. Unfortunately this is not a social visit. " Sparel reaches to scratch the Wolf's ears as he speaks. He has to actually reach up a bit to get to the ear. "We've cleared a desecrated temple, but we must pursue the fiend and haven't the luxury of time to re-concecrate the grounds." Turning to the wolf "Good to see you too, old friend."
"I am ready to bring you and any assistants as soon as you're prepared."
She nods her head "I know, Aelakoress already told me. I need to stop by the grove for my staff, twas not needed here, but I will most certainly need it for this temple. I shall gather up a few of my Druidic sisters for assistance."
"Let us make haste then. Once we arrive I can set up a teleportation circle. It will take several minutes to set up. Once set it will last about two hours. Plenty of time for any of your sisters to follow as they can. "
Rosa over sees the removal of the dead from the temple, its slow going but soon the larger parts or gone. She sends out a number of simple drones to start picking up the smaller bits and carry away. She keeps away from the pit and its goop.
"I am ready, and so is Lymal. Teleport us and lets get back to my husband qucikly"
They teleport to her grove where she enters the magickally grown hut that she uses as a home when she stays here and reemerges shortly with her staff in hand. It is a long oaken staff, one which Sparel knows is one of the mightier artifacts among the elven peoples.
It only takes her a few minutes to call in a half dozen of her sisters, as they arrive in animal form to get to them much quicker.
As soon as she indicates where she plans to leave from Sparel begins to create the circle on the ground. His work continues as the animal form acolytes are arriving. As he finishes sparel examines his work and nods in approval. He infuses it with the spark of magic it will need and the runes glow momentarily. "The circle is ready. It will stand for two hours if any stragglers are coming. (Speaking to the group) When you are ready simply step into this spot. "
Telepathically to Akor, "We'll be there momentarily."
As Sparel comes back, rosa comes over to see the new arrivals wile in the back ground her done constructs work halling the dead.
"Sparel its is good to see you back"
As Sparel comes back, rosa comes over to see the new arrivals wile in the back ground her done constructs work halling the dead.
"Sparel its is good to see you back"
Sparel steps through the circle first, as is tradition.
Sparel looks curiously at Rosa momentarily as response to her comment. "You as well." he responds with a hint of curiosity. "this creature of law is going to be interesting to observe. More so given what she used to be." sparel thinks to himself.
Moments later a beautiful elven woman appears where Sparel stood recently. She carries a staff (to be described later). To Rosa "This is Tyrvanas the archdruid. She and her assistants will be performing the cleansing."
Then motioning to introduce Rosa to Ty, "This is Rosa. She .... Uh ... It's complicated. She's a servant of law and she's on our side. "
Even as he speaks Druids appear from the landing zone every few seconds.
Rosa bows to the Tyrvanas the archdruid, knowing that druids have a strict hierarchy.
"It is an honor to meet you Tyrvanas the archdruid"
Tialvoron bows as well after entering the room from a perimeter check.
Tialvoron bows as well after entering the room from a perimeter check.
As Tial comes around the corner from his most recent perimeter check.
"Ah! And this is Tialvoron. A new friend whom I haven't quite figured out yet, but I have my suspicions. " Sparel says with a smile and a jest.
"yes, Tialvoron Manoril, halfblood and summoner supreme."
Akor is outside, awaiting the arrival of his wife. The two hug momentarily, then introductions are given. Once those are done, Tyrvanas makes a shooing motion at them "Begone now, this is no place for men" She says with smile. With that, the archdruidess begins the decent into the temple, several of her sisters trailing behind her, the rest obviously joining once they arrive.
Akor chuckles at his wife's comment then turns to Sparel "Well cousin? I assume you have a place for us to convene and discuss this day's event? He says with a smile, knowing full well the archmage does indeed have such.
Akor is outside, awaiting the arrival of his wife. The two hug momentarily, then introductions are given. Once those are done, Tyrvanas makes a shooing motion at them "Begone now, this is no place for men" She says with smile. With that, the archdruidess begins the decent into the temple, several of her sisters trailing behind her, the rest obviously joining once they arrive.
Akor chuckles at his wife's comment then turns to Sparel "Well cousin? I assume you have a place for us to convene and discuss this day's event? He says with a smile, knowing full well the archmage does indeed have such.
"I think some rest is well in order. We can use my country estate."
From the folds of his clothes Sparel draws a small golden sphere made of overlapping bands. With a twist of his hand and a wispered word it springs open to form a perfect 10X10 circle. The scene on the inside of the sphere does not match your surroundings. It is a rolling mostly wooded countryside.
Sparel motions the group through.
It's a planar boundary
Assuming you step through.
After everyone steps through Sparel reaches back through the portal and snaps his fingers. The gold doorway snaps back into a ball shape which lands in his hand. The magical portal itself lasts just long enough for sparel to withdraw his hand with the sphere. He places it back into a deep pocket.
You all find yourself on a distant countryside. It's a beautiful spring day and the rolling hills and meadows are a sight to behold. The only thing that stands out in this place is a single impossibly massive tree. Looking at it for a moment you swear it's shaped like a manor house.
"That is the manor house." Sparel says confirming your suspicion. "A few notes. You will not be able to teleport here. No one will be able to scry you in this place. There are certain spells you will not be able to cast. Don't worry about what they are specifically, those are spells you shouldn't be casting here anyway. Oh, and spells you do cast that linger any amount of time will not fade here until you leave. You will heal faster than normal." Looking at Rosa after that statement. "Well, organic creatures will anyway. I'm not so sure about you. I suppose we'll see. Finally be polite to the creatures you find here. This place is sanctuary for certain wayward creatures. Many of them are Fey and some of them have a tendency to be irritating. It's their nature." Thinking a moment " That covers what you need to know. There are a few more things, but we won't be here long enough for it to matter. Beyond that you won't come across anything you're not supposed to. There's plenty of food and drinks and servants to help anyone relax. Follow me and I'll have someone show you to the guest rooms."
Sparel turns to the tree and two large door-like structures swing aside of their own accord.
Inside the "Tree" the structure is that of any large, but otherwise humble country estate of a lord. With the notable exception that the carpets are moss and the walls are living wood. Sparel introduces you all to a few servant creatures. They are a menagerie of planar creatures and some fey. They show you to your rooms to freshen up and inform you that the evening meal will be ready in about an hour.
You're welcome to stay and chat in the common room or excuse yourselves to freshen up. Sparel is waiting until after the meal to truly rest. In the mean time he'll be puttering around or reading. This place has a VERY extensive library.
Rosa collects her drones and gets ready as Sparel opens the planar boundary (takes 20) and walk in.
She listens to his talk and then says,
"I do not not need a room to rest in or sustenance, but access to a workshop would be very useful. Also I wish to make myself a new Demi-plane I believe you may be able to help me with that, I have very little of what I once had, and I need to word my new home from the eyes of Hell who will seek to claim me back. would you be willing to help?"
Rosa collects her drones and gets ready as Sparel opens the planar boundary (takes 20) and walk in.
She listens to his talk and then says,
"I do not not need a room to rest in or sustenance, but access to a workshop would be very useful. Also I wish to make myself a new Demi-plane I believe you may be able to help me with that, I have very little of what I once had, and I need to word my new home from the eyes of Hell who will seek to claim me back. would you be willing to help?"
"The workshop is down that hallway. Cecil will show you. " Sparel motions to a brownie standing nearby in a butlers outfit. "I can also help you with the demiplane. We'll arrange it."
"Thats is most kind thanks you for your help"
Rosa walks off when Cecil comes.
"The workshop is down that hallway. Cecil will show you. " Sparel motions to a brownie standing nearby in a butlers outfit. "I can also help you with the demiplane. We'll arrange it."Rosa collects her drones and gets ready as Sparel opens the planar boundary (takes 20) and walk in.
She listens to his talk and then says,
"I do not not need a room to rest in or sustenance, but access to a workshop would be very useful. Also I wish to make myself a new Demi-plane I believe you may be able to help me with that, I have very little of what I once had, and I need to word my new home from the eyes of Hell who will seek to claim me back. would you be willing to help?"
Akor, whose been to Sparel's domain before, moves about with ease. He makes his way to his private rooms, setting his weapons and armor down before washing up and reemerging cleaned up and feeling refreshed.
As he sits down to wait for the others, he's almost constantly surrounded by various fey, talking to him a mile a minute, since they haven't seen him in about four months.
Tialvoron asks one of the attendants to clean his clothes and he will soak in the hot water of his tub before descending for the meal.
You all find accommodations and willing, if chatty, servants. You'll notice that they do very little actual work. You all see some mundane task (mopping, dusting, etc) that seems to be done by unseen forces. As you take note there are several such places. You suppose it's not unexpected in an archmages demiplane.
At an appropriate time a brownie comes to get each of you. He's got brown hair and large childlike eyes. Though Rosa doesn't actually eat the brownie tells her that it's tradition and considered very rude to refuse a host's invitation. You all are shown into the dining hall at the exact same moment from different hallways. You see the others and notice they too have an identical brownie. Looking around you see several brownies with the same face. Those of you with any fey lore know that brownie twins are almost unheard of, much less sextuplets or is it octplets? They're all moving about, so it's hard to get a good count. It's odd, but novel.
You see a large feasting hall with tables set up in a horse shoe shape. The crossbar of the horseshoe is actually set up on an elevated platform. You're shown to that table while various creatures eat on the lower tables.
The scene below is what might be called "organized Chaos." A lot is happening between feasters and servants, but it all seems to be relatively contained. For those with any fey lore this looks remarkably similar to what you know of the Fey courts. Nobles on one end and other fey below.
You're all seated and a number of steaming platters are brought before you.
Even as he puts food on a plate Sparel turns to the group, "So what is our next move?"
"Well, I would like to see what became of the place ones the Archdruidess and her sisters are done with the place. Normally, I wait until word of desecration arrives to my ears, but until such time, I find myself wandering about, doing this and that," Tialvoron says as he piles his plate high with the choicest foodstuffs. He seems somewhat sad about his lack of purpose in between big fights with the forces who oppose his ideals.
Rosa shrinks to medium size taking her seat she sits. she lets Tailvoron talk then says.
"Two things come to mind, one, the hooded man had an artifact of emenace power, things like that have a history, they leave a path in the world, if we can find out what it was and who, where it was why may gain an idea of his of the others real Identity. Second that spell craft they where using, the back pool has to have a slimier history, just what where they trying to do, we have a simple of it so that may be the place to start, of you have labs. That is may way of thinking, follow the facts we have and see where it takes us."
Akor spends a good half hour or so before sitting down, moving around the tables of fey, both noble and commoner. Many of them are his friends, allies and acquaintances, and all are glad to see him again.
When he finally sits down, he is thoughtful "Rosa brings up a good point. I confess, my talents lie elsewhere than the arcane. This artifact definitely seems like the purview of my cousin. Sparel studies the weird, unknown and bizarre like a common thief studies how to pick a lock. If he can't figure out something useful about the artifact or that pool, I fear none but the gods can help us." He smiles a bit at that "Not that I can not call upon them, but I would rather not use the favors they owe me in such a simple manner."
"Likewise, my talents, while arcane, are very limited in scope. I haven't encountered something like this before." says Tialvoron, now joining the conversation as he finds his way to what he assumes is his seat. He looks around the dining hall, taking note of the strange and whimsical creatures arrayed before him.
"I'm happy to study it, though such things take time. If that is the best course than that is what I shall do. " Sparel says as he continues to casually dine.
Akor concentrates for a moment, communing with his wife "Dearest, how long will it take for the temple to be cleansed and reconsecrated?"
Her silent reply comes "It is slow going my love. Even with the aid of my sisters, it will take us a few days, counting time to rest of course. It would go quicker if more of my fellow druids could be called here, but I do not want to take them away from their tasks."
Aloud he says "We will have about five days until the temple is restored, to at least operable status."
"Although I am sure they can perform their own summons well enough, have they any need of further summons to help clean up the place, burn bodies, etc?"
"That reminds me, we need to go burn the bodies of the cultists. Also, if my cousin is going to study that artifact, we need to get at least a few decent sized chunks of it back here for him. Your aid would be quite helpful in both endeavors."
"My usefulness will be limited until I regain spells. However I can get you back to the prime whenever you like. Can the bodies wait a few hours?"
"I would rather they did not. While I am confident in my scouts ability to guard them for now, I would rather not give our enemies several hours to regroup and attempt to recover their fallen."