Well that's pretty smart. Pyre has probably figured out by now that they are hidden somehow, but he knows better than to disobey orders, so he's just going to keep scanning.
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Pyre continued to scan for intruders using the Eyes.
Pyre was on watch duty, keeping vigil over the Eyes for just such an occasion as this. The little angel began it's scrying sweep of the Horn.
The little Archon vanished and appeared in the throne room near Mysty. "Are you well, Mistress Mysty?" it asked in a faint chorus of minor tones.
Pyre flashed back into the chamber after a few moments.
The broken angel tinkled a somber affirmation and vanished abruptly in a flare of reddish light.
The little archon went out off the edge of the balcony and floated downward.
Pyre drifted back safely behind Hound's bulk and waited.
The little Archon floated up near the ceiling and waited for the elemental to return.
From the top of the staircase where it had been dragging itself along the ground near behind the party, the little Archon rose into the air at it's mistress' command, dripping glowing blood from it's scuffed and battered body.
The little archon oozed along the ground after its mistress leaving a trail of glowing red-gold liquid in its wake.
The little archon fell to the floor in pain whining out surprisingly beautiful music of suffering.
Pyre skirted the edge of the cavern wall trying to keep out of reach of the angry frog as it went after the others. The little archon was zealous. It might have been enslaved and corrupted, but a part of it still remembered its purpose. These frog things were blights upon the world. In spite of being ordered in service of evil, slaying them was still an act of goodness.
Pyre continues to blast down at the frog men.
Pyre's form wavered and became a roiling ball of black and and red spikes as fear shook its liquid body. It fired two rays of red light toward the disgusting creatures.
The little archon lit up like a bonfire, it's whole body roiling with ethereal flame.
Pyre was still an Archon, and even though it was locked in hellish bondage it was still, fundamentally, a creature of the heavens. It floated along slightly above and behind Rose, scanning for unfamiliar evil auras.
The little angel sighed out a low, minor chord and than launched into a swelling angelic battle hymn, rousing and strong, pitch perfect but completely empty of enthusiasm.
Pyre, it's task complete, flickered out of existence and appeared just behind Rose's saddle. Rose leaned back using the little angel as a lounge chair. It wept quietly.
The little archon flickered out of existence and reappeared next to Nahia in the air. The little tree-charm was oddly held by the archon. The surface of its body rippled and undulated, the oily blackness of its body taking on a fractal quality that created short, thick tendrils that held the silver charm. The red light pulsed and dimmed in the fractal cracks, keeping time as it spoke. It's voice was like many distant cellos. "For you. Mistress says break this directly over the angry tree."
The little Archon continued it's rain of red death down on the feeing tree.
Pyre flickered out of existence and reappeared a ways ahead of the fleeing tree, about forty feet off the ground.
The little glowing sphere's voice sounded like ethereal cellos. "Yes, Mistress." it sang quietly. It followed the tree, rising further into the air to keep out of reach and continued to rain down bolts of sizzling light.
The little archon continues is rain of pulsing red beams.
The little archon rose up higher into the air another five feet and continued raining light blasts down on the tree.
The little archon followed, hanging a bit behind its mistress, firing off a bolt of red light toward the tree.
The black ball that had been sitting quietly on the back of Rose's saddle raised into the air as she slid off her horse. It rose about 5 feet into the air above her head, it's surface cracking like the surface of lava and casting ruddy light all about.
"Good idea. The leatherworkers we talked to didn't respond very well to Hound though. I'm going to try them again tomorrow. Hopefully you'll have luck with the innkeeps."
Thanks for the information on lantern archons. The pfsrd entry doesn't have most of that. From that I can deduce that Pyre- Does not eat or sleep (makes sense) Breathes (apparently through integumentary exchange or diffusion, which is awesome) Is solid (or possibly liquid), but probably does not weigh anything (very minimal ability to exert force on things and described as being made of "spiritual purity and pale light.") For my purposes I'm picturing Lantern Archons, and Pyre specifically as being made up of something like a combination of a Ferrofluid sphere (skip tot he 2:00 mark) and a this sound-display program (you might want to mute the terrible song). EDIT: Oh, this one is good too! I find all this celestial physiology stuff really interesting. :)
Ok, I've adjusted the progression list and added it to the bottom of the character sheet. At level 9, 15 and 17 I've had to use non-Archon celestials because those are where the challenge rating gaps are in the Archon listings. I picked the ones that seemed closest to the themes. Take a look, tell me what you think.
Introducing Rose's new friend. |