Dragon quickstep

[Anastasia]

I'll do a spoiler block tonight since I don't think you'll quite hit combat that fast.

'Here,' The image of a plain, unadorned room fills your mind.

[Corwin]

Seira shares the image with the others, even as she fills Amaryl in on the details of their departure and asks her wife to let Zaaman Rul know of this recent development.

And then, she plane shifts the four of them over!

Seira, Donald, Sanzha, Ranbar.

[Anastasia]

The room is as plane as you imagined. Simple but large, spacious but empty. As you appear the door opens. A tall efreet with a gaze of dead black obsidian comes in, wearing light metal armor and with a scimitar at his belt. His head is completely bare, scarred in several places.

"I am Gamil al-Farhani," He says without waiting for you to speak, "Colonel of the Branded. I am to escort you to the Grand Sultan immediately."

[Corwin]

"Lead the way," Seira agrees, not really interested in pleasantries with Akil's flunkies either.

[Anastasia]

The walk is short. The palace is closed off, dark. No music plays, guards stand at every door. One guard, a vested efreet with muscles and a glare - stops as you pass.

In a joyous voice, "Rejoice, foreigners!"

"Yeah, it's awesome we're here," Donald agrees. "Your point being?"

"No, a return to power at last comes!" he declares rapturously, "At last!"

Other guards turn on him, scimitars drawn and at the ready.

[Corwin]

"That's nice. Who do you serve?" Seira asks him, hitting the trecherous guard with a compulsion.

Dominate Monster divine SLA, Will DC 50 negates

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20 this is a 20 fish here
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 5 > [d20=5]

"The one who will save us!" he declares, "He comes at last! He watches you! He knows you, Fated Hand! He knows all of you!"

[Corwin]

"So no name for him? Sad. Just tell us who else in the guard stationed in the palace serves him, then."

[Anastasia]

"You're wasting your time," Gamil's voice is thick with disgust, a backhand sending the guard to the ground, face and nose broken. "They never give up what you want. We've tried. Throw him in the cells."

Lady Sanzha smirks and kneels next to him as the guards approach. "My," she says slowly, "Hello there," she meets Gamil's eyes for a moment, then stands up.

[Corwin]

Having honestly expected them to execute a traitor at this critical time, Seira blinks before peering at the turncoat. Could it be some form of compulsion aside from her own?

[Anastasia]

Are you making an attempt to discern things or just speculating?

[Corwin]

Spellcast, K:A, perception, whatever might help! Taking 10 for 120 (divine insight)

[Anastasia]

You can discern it's the touch of something divine and powerful. It's just faded, the work done, but you catch enough to tell that much in time.

[Corwin]

Notes taken, she'll keep an eye out for the same as she goes! After all, it might allow Seira to notice such intervention next before another traitor decides to speak up!

[Anastasia]

No such luck there - and you are taken to a quiet, dark room guarded well. Here Akil sits on a high backed throne, his gaze out a glass window. His hands are steepled and his face is sweaty. "Ah! Seira!" Akil turns and rises, a gestures to dismiss your escort. "You're here."