Leto is with you.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Leto is with you.
- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] Azel
- Location
- Brazil
Eh, would most likely stop the proceedings.
@Goldfish That's a 9th level summon.
[x] Teleport into the chamber invisibly and try to speak to the old woman
- Location
- United States
[X] Azel
- Location
- Brazil
Why?
Opening the door sounds like it'd stop whatever it is they are doing, and we want to observe that.
Opening the door sounds like it'd stop whatever it is they are doing, and we want to observe that.
- Location
- Germany
[x] Teleport into the chamber invisibly and try to speak to the old woman
OK let's see here... It looks pretty close.
- Location
- ?????????
[X] Azel
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
It's pretty well decided now, @DragonParadox.
OK then vote closed.
Update in beta.
- Location
- Brazil
Let's hope this isn't a complete waste of time.
Part MMCDLXXXVII: A Fly on the Wall
A Fly on the Wall
Tenth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
"Take on my mask for a few moments?" you half-ask Leto. Having grown used to your manner the Fury simply nods, her expression shifting into a brief frown of concentration as she takes in the particulars of 'Master Lieu's' dress and manner and settles on the bed. Though there is no doubt she would rather accompany you, she gives no sign of discontent with the dull but necessary task.
In turn you shroud yourself once more from sight, though not before taking for your own the power to work magic silently, that you may call upon it at need. Rather than willing yourself directly into the chamber you had glimpsed, you envisage the proportions of the manse in mind as though looking over an architect's sketch.
Fortunately whatever else the lords of this estate have been they were quite predictable in their building plans, so you arrive safely some thirty feet outside the brass trimmed walnut door with only a twinge in your ankles to show for missing the level of the floor by a few inches. Oddly enough you cannot hear anything of the humming, something the relatively thin interior door should not be able to account for yet. There is not a trace of magic upon it. Lead-lined, perhaps?
The door clicks open at your touch, thankfully unlocked, then opens with a long thin creak...
The strange sound pours into the corridor for only a moment before the minder's gaze snap to the door, mouth thinning into an angry grimace. "Who dares rattle chains so boldly?" he snaps, leaving you for the moment as confused by his words as by the sudden end of the droning hum. Thankfully he is quick to add: "Do you think wandering death is the worst fate you can suffer?"
So it seem you had been mistaken for a ghost and whatever else this minder is, he does not hear the dead and thinks instead that they should fear him. A closer look only confirms your suspensions by revealing the swirling blue-green light of transmutation upon the servant's form. He too wears foreign guise it seems.
Silently calling on the power bond in the small silver earning, you discover the dreadful truth—this is no man at all but something darker by far, for while the body remains the same and its silken garments also, the head of the being before you aught in truth be that of an enormous fly glistening with gore, one of the grotesque emissaries of the Pit. Its wings though not present in flesh somehow still rubbed against each other though now they did so silently.
Almost you reach out to capture the fiend to wring the secrets of this place from its mind, but then you notice the fainter gleam of foresight upon it, the spell writ clear upon the air. Whoever this fiend's master is would know its fate the moment you inflicted it, and even dispelling the magic would likely raise suspicions. Still, its ilk are not the most sharp-eyed of tanar'ri, and this one was expecting specters.
With a flick of the wrist you conjure a vague silvery apparition, the feeblest barely more than mist and vapor. The demon laughs cruelly at the sight, though it is considerably less cheerful when you lift a clod of dirt from a nearby flower pot and strike it in the face. Not the most dignified of attacks certainly, but it does have the virtue of making the demon incensed and all the more so when your false spirit seems to melt downwards into the floor. Unlike most fiends of their strength the fly horrors also lack the ability to whisk themselves from place to place, so as you had hoped it rushes out the door and down the corridor towards the stairs, cursing all the way. Glyra would be proud, some faintly irreverent part of you notes.
Still, you only have a few moments until the demon returns, and you would rather not be in its company for too long chatting.
What do you do
[] Speak to the Lady
-[] Write in
[] Try to surreptitiously rescue the Lady
-[] Write in how
[] Write in
OOC: I decided to roll through one of the tactical phases in the interest of keeping things going at a good clip.
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- Location
- Germany
Demons?
Can we now please interrupt this work rather than letting it go on further?
[X] Bring the Lady in a room with Jarlar, Lady Forlys and your Erinyes, they (Erinyes) are to protect them, though not at the expanse of their own lifes
-[X] Turtle the demon, then start erasing the sigils in the guest rooms, starting with that of Forlys.
We are giving whoever runs runs this show a simple choice, to see his plans interrupted, or to try and stop us.
Some mid-duration buffs from @Goldfish would be nice before we starting smoking them out.
Can we now please interrupt this work rather than letting it go on further?
[X] Bring the Lady in a room with Jarlar, Lady Forlys and your Erinyes, they (Erinyes) are to protect them, though not at the expanse of their own lifes
-[X] Turtle the demon, then start erasing the sigils in the guest rooms, starting with that of Forlys.
We are giving whoever runs runs this show a simple choice, to see his plans interrupted, or to try and stop us.
Some mid-duration buffs from @Goldfish would be nice before we starting smoking them out.
