"Interesting," he says as he looks at the hologrpahic image. "Something has evaded the wards and made a home in the upper towers of the Sanctum."
He looks at the cyberdragon. "Can you make a detailed holomap of our location and the location of this anomaly while ploting the quickest route?"
The dragon seems to be thinking, its head titled to one side. Within a few moments, a small object raises up from between its eyes. Looking toward a nearby wall, a map flickers into existance, with a 'You are here' marker showing their current position and a black line showing the way to an X in one of the towers. The dragon lifts a claw and taps the map, which changes to show the way as if they were going right now, then taps the map again to restore it to normal.
"Alaina, come see this."
Alaina walks up to the image.
I'm not sure what that is boss, but mayhap it's a sun elemental?
Resplendent in infernal regalia a high-ranking fiend strolls up to the gates of the Sanctum of the Sun. He politely pulls the bell-pull at the gates, then stands back a couple of paces to wait.
"Alaina, come see this."
Alaina walks up to the image.
I'm not sure what that is boss, but mayhap it's a sun elemental?
He frowns. "I'm not sure about that, good be celestial. It entered the Sanctum via one of the weaker wards." He studies the map again. "It's presense has quirked my curiosity." He stops to study the map. "Let us go Alaina. You too," he says to the cyberdragon. "I want a record of this event." Sunny G. proceeds upward towards the tower.
He pauses in mid-step and send out a telepathic message.
He pauses in mid-step and send out a telepathic message.
"Gotcha boss. I have my symbol of chaos dispalyed and ready, plus an assortment of hidden knives and swords of chaos too."
The fiend waits politely for the gate to be answered, buffing his claws and counting under his breath.
Resplendent in infernal regalia a high-ranking fiend strolls up to the gates of the Sanctum of the Sun. He politely pulls the bell-pull at the gates, then stands back a couple of paces to wait.
The gate opens and Nstrivaxon sees a lightly armored half-elf flanked by two gravity elementals. "Yes, how can we be of service."
The fiend sees the symbol of chaos, an embelm actually, pinned to the left of his chest.
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He stops counting under his breath.
Dear me. You do take your time here to answer the door. I trust that your guests on vacation are not so treated?
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He stops counting under his breath.
Dear me. You do take your time here to answer the door. I trust that your guests on vacation are not so treated?
"Only the infernal ones," he says with a strained smile. "My Lord and employer is occupied with an investigation. If you have a message, I can relay it to him with do haste."
Message? Well yes. We in the infernal regions are a bit concerned about a Bazaar employee of ours who appears to have taken an unplanned holiday to this place, and we would like to see him back at his desk in the Bazaar within the next three days. You can relay that message to your master. He should know what we mean.
Message? Well yes. We in the infernal regions are a bit concerned about a Bazaar employee of ours who appears to have taken an unplanned holiday to this place, and we would like to see him back at his desk in the Bazaar within the next three days. You can relay that message to your master. He should know what we mean.
"Does this merchant or emplyee have a name? We cannot find him if we does not know who he or she looks like."
Well contractually I'm not supposed to disclose it, unless asked, but since you do ask, the fiend smiles, apparently enjoying himself, the alias he is more commonly known by these days is Gumbal Merryweather, and he is a politician. It's not the name he signed in blood on his contract, of course, when he sold his soul to us some years back, and which contract, incidentally, is how we can be so certain that he is here at the moment.
If he fails to turn up for work, within the period I mentioned, he will be in potential breach of his contract, and we will be entitled to send fiends with knives and hooks - my apologies, did I really just say that? - I mean with well-reasoned arguements to find out just why he has been detained. Quite a few fiends, I would say, looking at the size of this place. In the event of such an investigation proving necessary we would be prepared to pay out whatever value our experts put on any damage done during it, although the paperwork might take some years to sort out and such a payout would not be inflation linked...
Well contractually I'm not supposed to disclose it, unless asked, but since you do ask, the fiend smiles, apparently enjoying himself, the alias he is more commonly known by these days is Gumbal Merryweather, and he is a politician. It's not the name he signed in blood on his contract, of course, when he sold his soul to us some years back, and which contract, incidentally, is how we can be so certain that he is here at the moment.
If he fails to turn up for work, within the period I mentioned, he will be in potential breach of his contract, and we will be entitled to send fiends with knives and hooks - my apologies, did I really just say that? - I mean with well-reasoned arguements to find out just why he has been detained. Quite a few fiends, I would say, looking at the size of this place. In the event of such an investigation proving necessary we would be prepared to pay out whatever value our experts put on any damage done during it, although the paperwork might take some years to sort out and such a payout would not be inflation linked...
"And if this politician chooses to seek asylum, there will be a lengthy review. The Sanctum has been known to function as an embassy on a case-by-case basis. Your contract would be invalid here."
His symbol of chaos flares slightly then subsides.
"My employer has been known to go through "paperwork" and other troublesome irritations with his fist, an axe, or both... All for a good cause. So leave your "knives and hooks" at home. No one likes bloodshed on a vacation, unless of course you're orcish."
"Until then, you may wait here or return at an appointed time with my employer's permission. I shall inform my employer of the situation."
Well you see that that message gets through to your employer.
The visitor seems more amused than intimidated.
Because I've delivered to you all the fair warning that the rules require that we in Hell have to do.
He turns and departs.
"Aw crap, was that a baatezu? I hate those guys! With those 'unholier than thou' attitudes and all that paperwork...I mean, they do pay good money, but half the time they don't pay it due to some obscure rule! Why was he here?"
Meanwhile, the essence becomes more distinct and the head seems to look toward the Oasis.
Hey you kids! Get the hell off of my lawn!!
I try to think sometimes, but then my head starts to hurt.
She's one of KC's aliases currently in the Oasis of Still Water trying to scry Oroth(the essence) for Aidan.
The essence becomes more distinct as it slowly stands and turns toward the Oasis. Now the form of a teen boy in armor can be seen within the strange sunlight-like mist.
Whoa dudes, I think I'm seeing things.
She's one of KC's aliases currently in the Oasis of Still Water trying to scry Oroth(the essence) for Aidan.
The essence becomes more distinct as it slowly stands and turns toward the Oasis. Now the form of a teen boy in armor can be seen within the strange sunlight-like mist.
He looks at the essense. "I welcome you to the Sanctum."
A wondrous sensation fills Alaina's mind and he sifts through her memories for something relavent to the essense's identity.
a certain half-elf comes trotting up the stairway...
"Hey boss, I just insulted the infernal inquirer at the front door, some big wig from the NIne Hells and guess what? He's looking for some politican or a mercahnt, Actually, I think he come for his soul. Sad thing is, his intent is deathly serious. Shall I let the security know who to look for?"
a certain half-elf comes trotting up the stairway...
"Hey boss, I just insulted the infernal inquirer at the front door, some big wig from the Nine Hells and guess what? He's looking for some politican or a merchant, Actually, I think he come for his soul. Sad thing is, his intent is deathly serious. Shall I let the security know who to look for?"
"Pass on his name or whatever he is using at this time to security and have them search the sanctum for this individual. Escort him to my private chambers discretely."
He looks at the essense. "I welcome you to the Sanctum."
Turning from the window, the boy bows slightly in acknowledgment, then places his fingers to his throat in the explanatory gesture of one who is mute.
a certain half-elf comes trotting up the stairway...
"Hey boss, I just insulted the infernal inquirer at the front door, some big wig from the NIne Hells and guess what? He's looking for some politican or a mercahnt, Actually, I think he come for his soul. Sad thing is, his intent is deathly serious. Shall I let the security know who to look for?"
Saeroth follows.
"Heh heh, sounds like you could use my help...get it? 'Deathly serious'? 'Cause I'm a maraenoloth? Heh...nevermind,. So what did the helljerk want?"
He looks at the essense. "I welcome you to the Sanctum."
Turning from the window, the boy bows slightly in acknowledgment, then places his fingers to his throat in the explanatory gesture of one who is mute.
"Thank you, stranger. It is good to be able to speak again, even if it is through telepathy. May I ask where I am? I can tell this place is of the Sun, or I wouldn't have come here."
"Thank you, stranger. It is good to be able to speak again, even if it is through telepathy. May I ask where I am? I can tell this place is of the Sun, or I wouldn't have come here."
"Yes, this is the Sanctumn of the Sun. I go by mnay names through the score of a millenia, but I am the Sunny Godhead. Who are you and how did you come to here."
a certain half-elf comes trotting up the stairway...
"Hey boss, I just insulted the infernal inquirer at the front door, some big wig from the NIne Hells and guess what? He's looking for some politican or a mercahnt, Actually, I think he come for his soul. Sad thing is, his intent is deathly serious. Shall I let the security know who to look for?"
Saeroth follows.
"Heh heh, sounds like you could use my help...get it? 'Deathly serious'? 'Cause I'm a maraenoloth? Heh...nevermind,. So what did the helljerk want?"
You're not my boss and What business is it of yours?" snides the half-elf.
"Yes, this is the Sanctumn of the Sun. I go by mnay names through the score of a millenia, but I am the Sunny Godhead. Who are you and how did you come to here."
"I was once known as Oroth 'Darkeyes', because of my power to create and control shadows, which caused my eyes to turn pure black. Recently, while I fought a strange cat-like creature that was attempting to kill one called Devlyn, I was mauled by it and unleashed more power than my original body could take. Though my wounds had been healded by one called Allura, I died. Apparently, what had happened to me in the past had caused me to block my true abilites, and shadows rose to take their place. Now it seems my abilities are creating me a new body, and they chose the best place to do so. I hope this will not be a problem."
"Yes, this is the Sanctumn of the Sun. I go by mnay names through the score of a millenia, but I am the Sunny Godhead. Who are you and how did you come to here.""I was once known as Oroth 'Darkeyes', because of my power to create and control shadows, which caused my eyes to turn pure black. Recently, while I fought a strange cat-like creature that was attempting to kill one called Devlyn, I was mauled by it and unleashed more power than my original body could take. Though my wounds had been healded by one called Allura, I died. Apparently, what had happened to me in the past had caused me to block my true abilites, and shadows rose to take their place. Now it seems my abilities are creating me a new body, and they chose the best place to do so. I hope this will not be a problem."
"No, not at all. Be at rest. Once you finished your transformation, descend towards the sanctums main hall. I discuss more about the future. My hatchetman has informed me of a politican hiding in the sanctum under an assumed identity. Perhaps you know something of it or my aid in our search."
"No, not at all. Be at rest. Once you finished your transformation, descend towards the sanctums main hall. I discuss more about the future. My hatchetman has informed me of a politican hiding in the sanctum under an assumed identity. Perhaps you know something of it or my aid in our search."
"I did not spend much time in politics, since I am young and was impatient, but I will aid in your search should my reformation be completed before he is found."
The ominiportal flashes as Aidan and Allura step through. Aidan begins to look around for someone who could help him find Alaina almost immediately.
You're not my boss and What business is it of yours?" snides the half-elf.a certain half-elf comes trotting up the stairway...
"Hey boss, I just insulted the infernal inquirer at the front door, some big wig from the NIne Hells and guess what? He's looking for some politican or a mercahnt, Actually, I think he come for his soul. Sad thing is, his intent is deathly serious. Shall I let the security know who to look for?"
Saeroth follows.
"Heh heh, sounds like you could use my help...get it? 'Deathly serious'? 'Cause I'm a maraenoloth? Heh...nevermind,. So what did the helljerk want?"
Saeroth glares at him. Shadowy mist begisn to circle around him, faster and faster, tiny little bolts of lightning coming out of it. His eyes glow blue with power.
"FOOL! I am Saeroth, Underlord of Yugoloths, Servant of Charon! He Who Destroys Memory! Master of the Styx! Show respect, mongrel!"The mist clears and Saeroth is back to normal.
"I mean, jeez. I wouldn't kill you to just show a teeny-tiny bit of politeness. I was just asking a question."
"Yes, this is the Sanctumn of the Sun. I go by mnay names through the score of a millenia, but I am the Sunny Godhead. Who are you and how did you come to here.""I was once known as Oroth 'Darkeyes', because of my power to create and control shadows, which caused my eyes to turn pure black. Recently, while I fought a strange cat-like creature that was attempting to kill one called Devlyn, I was mauled by it and unleashed more power than my original body could take. Though my wounds had been healded by one called Allura, I died. Apparently, what had happened to me in the past had caused me to block my true abilites, and shadows rose to take their place. Now it seems my abilities are creating me a new body, and they chose the best place to do so. I hope this will not be a problem."
Alaina smiles
::Be at peace Oroth. As a survivor of several transformations I can tell you that it is difficult, but you will come out the better on the other side. Be welcome in the Realms of Sunny Godhead::
Whoa dudes, I took some shrooms once, and I swear my hand transformed into John Denver and sang me lullabies until I fell asleep. Ain't that cool!
The ominiportal flashes as Aidan and Allura step through. Aidan begins to look around for someone who could help him find Alaina almost immediately.
Allura suggests that they just ask at the front desk since that's going to be faster than wandering around the Sanctum hoping to bump into Alaina somewhere.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Alaina. Can you page her or something? Tell her that Allura and Aidan are in the lobby. We really need her help with something."
The ominiportal flashes as Aidan and Allura step through. Aidan begins to look around for someone who could help him find Alaina almost immediately.Allura suggests that they just ask at the front desk since that's going to be faster than wandering around the Sanctum hoping to bump into Alaina somewhere.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Alaina. Can you page her or something? Tell her that Allura and Aidan are in the lobby. We really need her help with something."
"I believe She and Sunny G. went upstairs. Into one of the unused towers." He points to the correct tower.
"I believe She and Sunny G. went upstairs. Into one of the unused towers." He points to the correct tower."Excuse me, I'm looking for Alaina. Can you page her or something? Tell her that Allura and Aidan are in the lobby. We really need her help with something."
"Thank you. Come on, Aidan. Let's go and see if we can find some more information about your brother."
Allura and Aidan head up the stairs of the tower.
Allura and Aidan head up the stairs of the tower.
Murmuring under his breath, Aidan works his Fire magic,
Now the places where Alaina has most recently stepped are outlined in faint blue-white fire that has no smoke and does not burn.
"I believe She and Sunny G. went upstairs. Into one of the unused towers." He points to the correct tower."Excuse me, I'm looking for Alaina. Can you page her or something? Tell her that Allura and Aidan are in the lobby. We really need her help with something."
"Thank you. Come on, Aidan. Let's go and see if we can find some more information about your brother."
Allura and Aidan head up the stairs of the tower.
As the ladies move up the stairs they hear one familiar voice. and it sounds like Corin.
As the ladies move up the stairs they hear one familiar voice. and it sounds like Corin.
You're not my boss and What business is it of yours?" snides the half-elf.a certain half-elf comes trotting up the stairway...
"Hey boss, I just insulted the infernal inquirer at the front door, some big wig from the NIne Hells and guess what? He's looking for some politican or a mercahnt, Actually, I think he come for his soul. Sad thing is, his intent is deathly serious. Shall I let the security know who to look for?"
Saeroth follows.
"Heh heh, sounds like you could use my help...get it? 'Deathly serious'? 'Cause I'm a maraenoloth? Heh...nevermind,. So what did the helljerk want?"Saeroth glares at him. Shadowy mist begisn to circle around him, faster and faster, tiny little bolts of lightning coming out of it. His eyes glow blue with power.
"FOOL! I am Saeroth, Underlord of Yugoloths, Servant of Charon! He Who Destroys Memory! Master of the Styx! Show respect, mongrel!"
The mist clears and Saeroth is back to normal.
"I mean, jeez. I wouldn't kill you to just show a teeny-tiny bit of politeness. I was just asking a question."
"Nice theatrics. But you'll know when the boss is done. Right now I do not wnat to distrub him while he's in private discussion."
As the ladies move up the stairs they hear one familiar voice. and it sounds like Corin.
For some strange reason, thought of fire and lava stream through Aidan's mind. He puts such thoughts away for later...