Talon snorts, "Seriously? That's what you think is over the top wierdness after all this?"
Heh Heh yea when you put it that way. Thran starts to sing a song he thinks the children would like. A song about a brave knight but he changes the lyrics to describe a monstrous Orc with a heart of gold who saves children.
"Well, believe me, we're having an extremely weird series of experiences, NONE of which our colleagues out of town would ever believe." Gil muses, knowing that things were likely to get weirder, now that he had said it.
Vesorianna looks at Talon. You have Zod in that haunt siphon? How very unfortunate for you, darling. Do you not know who he is?
"He's divided up into two haunt siphons. He wouldn't fit into just one so I'm guessing he's some kind of fat assed demon right?"
"Some kind of demon, with powerful magical abilities but no body?"
Vesorianna @ Gabi about her abilities: Oh I think your abilities would certainly work with normal spirits. But these five fiends are different. She looks at the Haunt Siphon and thinks. Hm. I wonder if Zod's presence here is to blame. Let's find out, shall we? The lady snaps her fingers and two incorporeal shapes appear in the room. They are dressed as prison guards but they are grossly mishapen and tormented. They say nothing, simply stare at Vessorianna, awaiting instructions. These are two of the spirits loyal to my husband. In life they were friends. Now they are but shadows of their former selves. Go on. See if you can convince them to obey you, Gabi.
About Zod: A demon with no body? Very good guess. Zod is an incorporeal devil. You will not find a more sinister being anywhere in the world. And that siphon will not hold him. In fact the only person within a thousand miles I can think of who might know a way to contain him would be his emmenance, the Archbishop of Lipidstadt...
"Archbishop of Lipidstadt? Not the sort of person I'd want to give a demon to. Oh, and Charlatan's ghost said we should give you the Piper's ghost. Gabbi has it in a siphon as well."
Vesorianna smiles. Hand the bastard over to me... Taking the siphon she opens her mouth supernaturally wide and drinks the pipers wailing spirit. She wipes her mouth daintily with her sleeve. Very tasty. Got any more?
"Father Charlatan's ghost guessed the siphon would hold Zod for six hours or so. Any advice on what to do with the bastard before he escapes?"
Vesorianna shrugs. There is a women in town named Fyuria who could teleport that siphon. Bottom of the sea? The moon? You pick the spot and She could probably send it there.
"All right then. What can you tell us about the other two haunts in this place."
As soon as the ghost and talon start dropping the b word Gur will usher the little girls out.
"Really? Naughty language is what you figure we should be shieldin' them from right now?"
Vesorianna: Will you be taking them home now, Mr. Orc? She floats over to the girls. Now remember what I told you. No more playing in haunted prisons, k girls?
"Well once we're done talkin' we should take the girls back. We need to see Fyuria to send Zod to the moon anyway."
Gabbi smiles shyly at the two guards then says "Are you two going to help us?" While trying to exert control. DC 14 will save.
Command us mistressss
Vesorianna: You are ready. You have my two guards to help you. You have the frost blade and the flame blade. Even the executioner's Scythe is with you. You need nothing more. And I will finally be able to rest in peace...
Gil just grins. "Well, let's get rid of these ghosts and then get rid of Zod, all in quick succession. I'd prefer to finish the business in this nasty prison, no offense, as quick as possible." Gil seems to have no interest in staying around here any more than he has to.
Vesorianna, will the children be safe with you here while we deal with the Ghosts below? I fear the time we spend taking them back to town may be critical and end in loss of more lives.
Who is waiting on who here?
"So is this hole the only way down?"
It's the only way that you know of from your exploration so far. Vesorianna doesn't go down there...it's an abode of evil.
"Well let's be off then. Can you watch over our friend's body, Vesorianna?"
Talon will tie off a rope to something solid and toss the other end down the hole. He'll take a look to make sure it get's to the bottom then grip the rope and look at the others, "Ready then?"
"Always." Gur turns to the little girls. "Now you girls be good for aunt V and I will be back for you after I get rid of the evil bad men down there ok."
Talon will take a last look down the hole
Assuming he doesn't see anything alarming he'll slide down the rope.
I will follow
As soon as I am down I will cast Light on an unlit torch.
There is a pool of water here. Everything is slimey and the wood burnt. A cave leads west. Through there you can hear two people laughing...
Time to do a little stealth stuff.
I will leave my torch and whisper to the party that I will scream like a little girl if I run into trouble.
"I have a mind to tag along if it's all the same to you."
I will stand still and wait.
Somebody hears you.
From the room beyond the cave: Ah, dear friends. Come, we have been expecting you.
A second voice gives a hideous laughter.
A Ghosts' voice: Did you guys see that trollup Vesorianna up there? Any chance you could get her to scratch a break in that magic circle line for us? Or if you can't do that, maybe you would be so kind as to go down town and write her name in human blood on the statue by the river?
The other ghost snickers.
The sorcerer shakes his head, muttering that he's gonna need another drink after all of this, as he tries to get down the hole.
"'Fraid we can't oblige you on either of those. But we can send you to the great beyond, which will be a MUCH better experience for you, I believe." Gil speaks up and chuckles heartily. "Or at least that's what we'll say once you're gone."
The pale man runs his hand just shy of his body, getting the familiar glimmer of magic covering him.
As you step into the cave you see the splatter man, that short little clownling, standing in the middle of the room. Beside him is a ghostly form of a dwarf. He holds a giant war-hammer. His boots are soggy and swamp sea weed hangs from his head.