"I was willing to work with her," said Corian apologetically. "Her actions were beyond the pale, though. Hells of a way to make her presence known."
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"..." Corian is nonplussed. "Let us hope that killing her doesn't just send her back to Hell...I was always hazy on that part of their existence here."
"Would someone just hit Wilhelm? I'll heal him after!" shouts Corian.
Round 6 Init 16 "Would someone knock this little jerkling out already?"
Corian does his best to help the wily wizard.
"Not so fast, devil," he growls, trying not to bump into any parts of Morrigan.
"This may help," says Corian, He carefully steps through the Nest's lair and taps Wilhelm, uttering some words under his breath.
Corian swings at the imp with his silver morningstar, but is woefully off the mark.
Corian taps Valleria, uttering strange words. "This should protect you," he murmurs.
"Powder, or Bacon--we need to flush the imp out." Corian narrows his eyes, looking for the disappeared devilette in vain.
"A very fair point--Blosodriette will be free in Hell to go talk to other devils. We keep her here, she has to deal with us. Whether that's in employ or not, she should stay here." He turns to the impette. "I don't trust you. You could do tasks for us for one hundred years and betray our grandchildren. I will only trust you if you do unsolicited good acts, until I can detect that your essence has been redeemed. Until then, you will comply to the absolute jot and tittle of our commands."
"...this creature is evil. If we destroy the contract, we will send it back to the Hells." Corian stares at the creature. "Propose your acts of redemption and we will consider them. You'd be starting by performing acts of obeisance to these tengu, and honoring the death of the one you slew. Paying respects at her funerary site. Repaying the young man whose mind you stole. That would be a start." He kneels a little closer to the small fiend. "Do you truly understand atonement? It involves great burden. Excoriation. Sacrifice. We will not be bought off with a few cantrips and favors."
Corian narrows his eyes, and detects alignment.
Corian casts Bless, uttering quiet words to Milani.
"Any luck with that blank page?" says Corian merrily, and a little abruptly, then wonders if he has spoken out of turn.
"We should speak with Rexus. Perhaps he's found something alchemical to address that blank sheet of paper...and yes, don't we have an appointment with Signore Manthai?" Corian frowns. "Many mysteries, and no real common thread."
"Trust me, Hell is usually more organized than you lot," says Corian with a wink. He offers them some water. "May you return to good health."
Take the time you need, GM. I'm so sorry.
I'm GM'ing that one, so I would not be able to join. It's a great AP!
"A neutral place, then. We'd best be going. Fair enough, no burning today. We'd be seen in a negative light in any case for doing it." Corian nods, frowning on one side of his face, a little embarrassed at his impetuous proposal.
I hope your mom recovers quickly. Best wishes.
"Aye, get them out, come back later...or never...or burn this place down. Say, that's not a bad one. Forvian and the rest would be assumed to be dead. And that salty mine thing did seem to be rather hot..."
"My name is Corian," the false priest says to the nearest and most lucid prisoner of the bunch. "Do you know what they were planning to do to you?" "I agree, Valleria, I don't think we're out of danger yet, and we have wounded noncombatants to attend to." Corian turns to look at the readied former Gray Maiden.
"Well, that was very exciting," says Corian. He busies himself with healing.
"Kossrani was so painfully obvious about hiding prisoners. I wonder why the Thrunes are so clumsy. He was chosen for his killing ability, I suppose...certainly nearly worked on me. Well, let's liberate some people, shall we?" Corian looks at his robes, wondering if they'll ever be clean again.
Corian stops dying!
I'm losing some blood! Oh, that reminds me...I gotta roll to stabilize.
Corian slips behind Valleria and pulls out a vial. "Voreni, don't worry about it. Kossrani, I'm certain your turn is coming. The only question is how many pieces you wish to be cut into."
I was just looking at that and started thinking about it...:)
"Asmodeus will have your soul shortly, Kossrani," says the inquisitor, "If you haven't forfeit it already."
Round 3, Init 9
I'm so incredibly sorry.
Round 2, Init 9 Corian steps to flank with Voreni and swings at Kossrani again.
"He's heavily armored," says Corian, stating the obvious. "Grappling may work. Or we can push him into the salt." The inquisitor's face is flushed with the effort of combatting a superior opponent.
Corian grins and deems Kossrani worth of the Judgment of Sacred Destruction, as he swings his heavy mace at the dwarf. "My, my, Kossrani, you are salty indeed," quips the false Asmodean. "Here is my vinegar to put you in a true pickle."
Corian then wisely steps back from the infuriated scarlet dwarf.
"Oh, yes, that sounds perfectly understandable. I'm sure you don't have sacks of talcum or grit to adulterate your salt back there, or is it something else? Are you hiding revolutionary sympathizers in your store house, dwarf? I'm sure the authorities will reward us well if we uncover a plot against them. Ignati, this fellow stinks of double dealings. He refuses a complete inspection, something that completely violates the perfection of Infernal law." Corian's words drip with disgust.
"What is your heat source? And we would like to see your storage room. We want to make sure there's ample supply in case production is halted, things being what they are with these ridiculous protests interfering with Thrune's Asmodean-given right to orderly rule," says Corian.
Is there any reason why we shouldn't claim that the mercenaries they are holding offended Ignati in some way, and he's come to collect his due in salt-laden blood and tears? :D
"Our business, good sir, is between us and Kossrani," says Corian curtly, staring the tiefling down. "Please summon him at once. We wouldn't want to be kept waiting."
Corian narrows his eyes and smiles. "Has he been...overstepping his authority? Asmodeans do like to keep things orderly, as you know."
Corian pauses, deep in thought, and Detects Alignment towards the building. "Certainly Ignati and I can attempt a diplomatic approach. There's no real point in a large group being stealthy. Perhaps we are here on a tour, or an inspection. If that won't work, I'll bluff our way in. The Church of Asmodeus has its privileges," he says with a smile, tapping his morningstar.
Corian squints at the paper after muttering to himself. . "If we can't figure this out, we should go follow that other lead, and have someone keep an eye on Morgar," says the priest, looking for all the world as if he has an invisible monocle before one eye.
"Only one way to find out--we will watch Morgar in shifts, and get some rest," says Corian. "If only there was a way to lure it. In the meantime, we should go find more answers to other questions, like missing opera singers and discontented people to recruit," concludes the false Asmodean with a grin.
"Unless it is bewitching him from a distance. A witch scrying on him, for instance."
In the Wasp's Nest. We have no other place at the moment...
"But will a physical deception fool a psychic opponent? Maybe we should keep him guarded and see if we can catch him when he falls under the spell of the 'voice'."
Well, now Morgar is gonna squeal! ...uh, not in Deliverance style.
"Morgar, just sit down and speak with us. We want to find out what's going on."
Corian listens and watches for his reply carefully, also noting if there are any evil auras about the lad.
Yes, let's sniff test. Corian will be scanning them all for sekrit eevul.
"We need a scent-tracker to find the wearer of this clothing. And did rats chew the wall down?" Corian is deep in thought. "This is damned mysterious. If we can't find anything now, perhaps the Salt Works will help us connect the puzzle together."
"I can detect evil, or other affiliation with the planes of morality, such as the Maelstrom, at will, Morrigan," says Corian, using his ability as he speaks. "Perhaps we should go find out who hires stoneworkers to sabotage." "And our mole doesn't have to be a person. It could be a device planted upon us. The whip...anything." Corian turns to the tengu. "Your sister will be avenged. What is you tradition of burial? If you need clergy to preside over a service, I would consider it an honor to do so."
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