Where hope dies (Afina, Surarruthru, Calleigh)

[Ebiris]

Afina nods a little. She doesn't exactly like it but they've got to make the best of a bad situation. Either that or scrub the mission, but they're not quite that bad off yet. So she leads the way through the portal.

[Yuthirin]

'I can relay thoughts for the group, if you wish.' Tryll says to the group telepathically.

[Anastasia]

'Please,' Sylvie says immediately.

Going in or chatting now, y'all?

[Ebiris]

'Tryll, tell the others I think we need to deal with this or we'll be compromised. If it's a threat we can handle it, if it's not then at least we've skipped some trouble,' Afina thinks loudly.

Wait, she's just thinking thoughts here, she has no control over where they go. Does that mean Tryll and that other guy can hear what she's thinking? It's impossible to have a private conversation either way!

[Anastasia]

'Be that as it may, Afina is correct. We must do, not think.' With that, The Master goes through the shadows and vanishes into them.

'Well shit,' Tannin drawls, 'Sorry Sylvie, think Afina's right here. It's a big risk, but the alternative's worse.'

This gets Sylvie to close her eyes and exhale, as if silently sighing. 'Thank you, Tryll. I meant to tell you but silence got in the way. I get the feeling that using 21 isn't wise here. Just a feeling from it. Like it'll bring everything down on us like a beacon fire in the night.'

[Ebiris]

'It's too tempting a target,' Afina agrees assuming Sylvie's comment is relayed. Hopefully the yugoloth didn't hear that one! Anyway, through the portal she goes.

[Anastasia]

Emptiness. Shadows. That's all that's here as you walk along. As the party walks, another walks next to you. He is black, wearing clothes of black and with hands the color of midnight. He's about six feet tall and his face is covered with a metal mask. It looks like the face of an inevitable, welded into and over his face. Empty eyes of glass show yellow eyes beneath, but no other hint of its face.

"Words are free here," It says in the same mechanical voice, the slightest whirring hiss of inevitable clockwork underlying it. If Calleigh's silence spell bothers him, it doesn't show. "Who dare to challenge the Prince of Hell? He is mighty in magic and protected by the Ninth. Few are so foolhardy."

[Yuthirin]

Just communicate as though you could talk here, I'll relay what you say so that we don't have to go back and forth. Also I'm pretty sure I can't actually read Afina's thoughts unless I'm using Read Thoughts, so she should be safe.

The dynamic duo also follows Afina, relaying as they go.

To Sylvie he simply replies, 'Terribly sorry.'

[Ebiris]

"We are the last of Lifasa," Afina answers. "Lixer recently struck us a grievous blow and so we intend to send a clear message that none harm us with impunity. Will you aid us, or hinder us?"

[Yuthirin]

Roll to see what that thing is beyond that it's an inevitable?

[Anastasia]

'Thank you,' Sylvie sends back to him.

> roll 1d20+35
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+35 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{45}

"Aurora," The creature speaks the single word, a slight buzz undercutting it's voice halfway through. "I will aid you by taking you to Finality," The voice hisses out there for several seconds, coming back scratchier. "But I require your names to finish the knowledge." The creature laughs, a choked sound that's wet and not mechanical at all. Then back to the strange voice, "To hire my services directly costs more."

K:P and K:N.

[Ebiris]

"Afina Devilsbane," the fairy provides her name curtly.

[Anastasia]

"Sylvie," The blonde offers, "Say of Balmuria or Aurora, whichever you prefer." She scowls but does nothing else, arms crossed.

"Tannin Darkbrooke," Tannin introduces himself with a bow, "Have to say, didn't expect to see myself in this sort of situation."

"Master of the Fists of War," The Master says, "Of Tempus."

"Yes," The creature says, turning to Calleigh. "You, and the quiet dragon?"

[Yuthirin]

<Rei-chan> LobsterSquid rolled: 1d20+26 K:P Tryll --> [ 1d20=4 ]{30}
<Rei-chan> LobsterSquid rolled: 1d20+18 K: P Calleigh --> [ 1d20=5 ]{23}

<Rei-chan> LobsterSquid rolled: 1d20+26 Tryll K: N --> [ 1d20=5 ]{31}
<Rei-chan> LobsterSquid rolled: 1d20+18 Calleigh K: N --> [ 1d20=14 ]{32}

"I'm Calleigh!" Calleigh waves cheerfully.

[Iron Dragoon]

Can someone roll those Ks for me? Working.