Part MMMDCXXI: Broken Fate and Fallen Grace
Broken Fate and Fallen Grace
Twenty Sixth Day of the Second Month 294 AC
It is a delicate working to suspend a spell in time and not one oft used, but facing a foe whose powers you can only guess at and likely infernal reinforcements is the time to lay just such a trap across the ether, across the whole pyramid. A pitty you cannot send them all right to the Snare, but Lya's studies have yet to bear fruit. For a long moment behind the wall of stone the seven of you discuss where you could send any fiend instead before striking upon the notion of simply delivering them into the main square before the pyramid. If the devils threaten to reveal your hand and play into the fears of the Good Masters there is no reason why you cannot return the favor. Even the most jaded of slavers should take note devils out under the sun for all the city to see, you hope at least.
Once all is in readiness you shroud yourself and all your company in the same spell of passage you had on Varys and all of you slip into the stone like wraiths. Without sight, without sound, without any sense but your sense of your own position you might have entered the chamber in some unwanted manner, but all of you are linked in mind and most of you are used to flying freely by now. Thus you can array yoursleves like the points of some vast hidden star before entering...
Alas that is when your plans go awry. The moment you enter the chamber the youngest of the young Graces snaps her head up from her prayer and screams: "Magic, magic in the sanctum! There's someone..."
They had not seen Varys because she did not cast auras and she was not wholly of this world, likely why they can't see you either, but they can see the trap as it snaps into being, you realize as the masked woman... thing turns about with a swiftness that belies its ungainly form.
A before any of you can act a wave of unlight spills from the pale flesh of your enemy, seeking to shatter your magic before it could take hold, but the web of fire holds, no devils shall enter freely and neither will your enemy depart. The darkness does not withdraw wholly but clings to the forms of the girls like the mud on their white robes, and though you still do not know the whole of its powers you see then their lives are tangled with the horror, the fate reader turned fate twister.
The grotesque flesh writhed and twisted, the human limbs moving with the discipline of long vanished legions. "Face me in battle before My Lady's eye, if you dare." The words did not come from the creature's mouth, if it even had one behind the polished mask, but from the throats of its 'supplicants' spoken in eerie unison.
"Mighty are the hosts of thine Goddess to make ramparts of the bodies of children!" Dany spits, having obviously reached the same conclusion as you.
"They have made ramparts of the hosts of Her children since times beyond reckoning," the thing answers through stolen lips.
That neither you nor your sister can deny that, but you will still deny the horror's deeds with blood.
What do you do?
[] Try to untangle the children from their captor
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[] Use only non-lethal attacks as planned, wear it down
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OOC: As far as Viserys can tell this thing has a much superior version of Shield Other in effect, in that it can pass damage conditions and maybe other things to its victims. The effect may not work for particularly esoteric effects, but he is not sure what those might be.
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