The Oft Forgotten Harbor
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Eight Month 292 AC
You are fortunate to be able to catch a glimpse of Azema in the scrying pool in spite of the protections afforded to her by her insidious nature, and doubly so for not catching her in an intimate situation.
That is a temptation you would rather not have before your mind's eye. Instead you spot her playing a game of Cyvasse... Curious, but then even fiends must have wholesome distractions, and Azema does show a certain fascination for the trappings of mortality.
"Time to see more of the world," you say to your four, soon to be three companions.
Tyene is eager to go, Ser Richard dutiful as always, and Vee merely too tired to stay. For his part Waymar is rather put off by the notion of taking a fortress by stealth with a demon's aid. In his own words "an ill-done deed." You suspect he agreed to come with you mostly to try and keep Azema in check and yourself from succumbing to expedience too much. Truth be told you do not begrudge him the task.
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Westheaven, the Shield of Tyrosh, the Far Fort, anchorage of the Tyroshi navy since the latter days of the Century of Blood, is a place little befitting of its lofty titles at first sight... and all the ones that come after it. Built to the pattern of Tyrosh itself, it is clear that lesser arts were used in its construction. Rather than gleaming dragonstone the walls are crumbling yellow bricks baking in the summer sun, the banners about its harbor hang listlessly in the oppressive calm. You can almost hear the crack of the whip and the grunts of the slave oarsmen as a red-sailed galley labors out of the port.
The houses are crammed against each other to fit the rather tight circumference of the walls, some reaching as high as four or five stories, all with flat roofs that can serve as platforms for archers, and of course a highway for those enterprising and fleet of foot. Rope bridges stretch out haphazardly between balconies. To your amusement you even catch someone hawking supposedly fresh fish from what should be the second story... only to drop his produce onto the passers-by below even as you watch.
"Copper to gold that was not accidental," Tyene notes, clearly as entertained as you. The target has been a man wearing the red cloak and braided gold epaulets of a Tyroshi officer, though from the
amount of gold not a very high-ranking one.
"I'll leave you to your fun then," Vee says after a brief look around to fix the image of the town in her mind.
A few moments later you reach Azema, though she looks so engrossed in her street-side game that you do not interrupt until her eyes pass over you by chance.
Reluctantly, the alu demon makes her excuses from her partner, the layered cerulean silk dress she is wearing ruffling as she rises. Her smile looks genuine, one could almost say relived in spite of that. "Finally!" She embraces all four of you, rather more lingeringly than is entirely proper, but then one can hardly expect propriety from a demon. You take heart from the fact that Waymar blushes far more than you... though that may have been at the clear amusement in Tyene's eyes where he had expected some other emotion.
"Is it entirely wise to do this?" you whisper into the fiend's ear. Her hair smells like the ashes of some exotic wood.
"I do not wear this form with the fool," she answers in the same tone. "Come to kill him? Can I watch?" she asks with disturbing good cheer.
What do you answer?
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OOC: You can ask questions or make a plan directly.