Seira's morning glow

[Corwin]

"Please, don't let me interrupt," Seira tells him sweetly, taking half a step forward to prevent a direct line from Mephistolpheles and Lathander's proxy. It should also have the effect of telling him clearly that if he wants her, he would need to go through her. "We're merely here to allow Lathander to focus fully on driving you off."

She's also on fire, but that sort of thing is to be expected when going into such a situation.

[Anastasia]

Amaryl stays behind you, bow drawn and arrow nocked.

"Leave or face the sun, Mephistopheles," Lathander warns, brighter and brighter by the moment. "Let me send you back to Hell."

"I have come for you alone, Lathander," Mephistopheles says, "Have your minions leave."

[Corwin]

"It's called 'friends', sweetheart. I know that's a foreign concept in hell, so how about you head on home to ponder on it?"

[Anastasia]

The Lord of the Eighth reaches into his robe - and withdraws a plain golden amulet shaped like the sun. Nothing impressive on a glance, yet it radiates a gentle warmth and light that stands out even amid Lathander's overwhelming light.

Lathander's entire bearing changes in an instant. He stands straighter, mace lowering slightly. "I have wondered for ages what happened to that."

"Alone, Lathander," Mephisto repeats, "If you want this back and your proxy to survive this encounter, we'll talk alone. Seira Aryn and Amaryl Gaial have nothing to do with this."

[Corwin]

What is the amulet, and do I think I can take the proxy with me and plane shift away? I need answers to these two questions.

K:Planes, K:Arcana and K:Religion take 10 for 82. Spellcraft take 10 for 67.

[Anastasia]

You might be able to, but taking such an action would provoke init, since Mephisto isn't going to let you do that unopposed.

You have no idea what the amulet is.

The amulet itself radiates overwhelming magic. It's a powerful artifact related to sunlight and having power over it.

[Corwin]

'Any deal with him is a bad deal,' Seira notes in Lathander's mind. 'I'll stay back if you want me to, but let me at least take your proxy out of here, if so.'

[Anastasia]

Lathander is silent for a few moments, "I want your word that this is a peaceful parley and nothing more," Lathander says aloud, gaze on Mephisto.

"Given." Mephisto replies. "Provisional on the two of them leaving and not having any part of this, nor eavesdropping."

"What do you crave privacy for so much?" Amaryl asks, bow not wavering at the slightest, arrow aimed at Mephisto's heart.

A frigid look from Mephisto to Amaryl, full of contempt and scorn, as if looking on a drooling idiot.

Amaryl doesn't blink at it, though her expression tightens, knuckles whitening.

'Can you endure Mephisto's assault?' Lathander asks right back.

[Corwin]

'No idea. Not impossible. I gave as good as I got with both Lords of the First, and I'm stronger now. But it would be worth it if you could take him out if he splits his attention,' Seira responds. 'We're solely here for your support, so use us as you find most advantageous. If you want to parley, I'd respectfully suggest making one of the conditions on your side that we leave with your proxy. He'll have to believe you, if he wants you to believe him in turn about the peaceful parley.'

[Anastasia]

'Agreed.' Lathander sends back.

"Seira leaves with my proxy and it's a deal," Lathander says back, the two locking eyes.

Mephisto matches that look and suddenly the proxy is before you, right at your feet. "Leave," Mephisto commands. "Do not attempt to eavesdrop."

[Corwin]

"I'd say it's been a pleasure, but it never is with you types," Seira cheerfully responds, one hand placed on the woman's shoulder and the other on Amaryl's, and then she appears at the entrance to the Cauldron with well-wishes directed at Lathander.

"Let's wait here a bit in case of some sort of trick," she says, studying her guest.

My post of arrival and the following one had me appear next to her following my stated intent, so this was weird to me. If I hadn't appeared near the proxy as I lined there, I would've appreciated a heads up.

[Anastasia]

Just a miscommunication on my part then. Whoops.

Amaryl exhales, lowering her bow.

The man here is clad in armor, blood splattered and iced over. He's out cold, humanish features with a golden glow - an aasimar or he was once one, perhaps. He is bald and slender, yet wears his armor easily, no sign of age on him at all, in his natural prime.

[Corwin]

That won't do! Seira heals him up after transporting the three of them to an empty guard post hidden on the second layer.

[Anastasia]

His wounds heal instantly.

Amaryl follows, appearing next to you. "I feel an overwhelming urge to put an arrow through his cold, arrogant face," she growls, "What a bastard!"

[Corwin]

"Eh, don't take it personally. We all knew it was posturing, and we could've given Lathander a chance to put him down. His posing can't take that away from us," Seira tells Amaryl, looking over the unconscious man. If there's something else wrong, she'll need to fix it!