Battle of Stolen Moments
Fourteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Liomond Lashare had, in his own rather colorful manner, called Spotted Tom a sycophant, and aside from his choice of allies, which may well have been a condition of even being abroad and free in the world of the living again, you have no reason to doubt the judgement of the old sellsword captain. Were Tom at least beholden to a master you are interested in recruiting, you might be inclined to play along, but the Once Tyrant of Tyrosh could not have made himself less attractive in that regard if he had been trying to do so willfully. Seven of eight gathered in one chamber is not a bad accounting.
For a few moments more you keep up the pretense."Excellent, the first thing we will have to do in order to raid Gogossos is to find where the lord is most likely to be found, alone and vulnerable..."
Just like you are...
Time
flexes under your will more readily than it has ever done, the ivory rod straining and twisting in your hand, almost seeming alive as it empowers the magic. Were this anything but a god's gift, you suspect it might have shattered trying to empower this spell, for you are not alone outside the dominion of time but pull Tyene alongside you, quickly explaining the plan even as you continue to work, speaking first a spell to block all ordinary ways out of the room with
walls of true silver, then another to
shackle all of them in place against translocation, while Tyene sows
seeds of blazing flame throughout the chamber.
The last spell you lay as time begins to lurch forward is nothing so inoffensive as walls or arcane shackles, but a
vortex spun from the memory of Limbo, filled with teeth, screams and nameless terrors.
Spotted Tom is ironically the first to die in a conflagration of madness and flame beyond what even his undead form could endure. SilverTongue, on which you had actually centered the greater of the spells, tries to fling a
curse in your direction, though it is swiftly snuffed out. You take note, however, that even stillborn it had felt strange, more
real somehow than it aught to have been.
He will not last more than a few moments and the walls are hemming him in...
Tyene's hand flickers outwards, picking apart a
spell Maelys had somehow sought to throw at you even as the enormous warrior charges you fearlessly. "Traitor..." he shouts, or at least begins to shout at Liomond, before you speak the words of translocation to carry you up into the heavens.
The three of you do not vanish alone.
Looking down upon the town and the roaring chaos you had unleashed in the heart of the Nine's power, you wonder if any of them will be able to escape alive. You had trapped the Old Mother in your spell, of that you are certain, but would Maelys' strength or Alequo's magic find a way to break out before they are consumed.
"So," begins the unliving warrior you had pulled from the battle below, his tone more wry than shocked or saddened. "Viserys Targaryen, I presume?"
What do you do?
[] Wait and see if anyone emerges from the hall of the Nine
[] Try to find the last of the Nine while you still can, after the show of power Liomond might be inclined to share his whereabouts
[] Return to Gogossos and come back with your full forces to handle this
[] Write in
OOC: Normally I would try to push this though, but it's really late for me to roll many more dice. Not yet edited.