A neverending field

[Anastasia]

"I'd believe that on most, but not Dispater," Zariel disagrees. "This runs deep for him, deeper than anything else, and unlike a mortal, he doesn't tire in the same way."

"No matter that," Amaryl says, "Seira's right. We have to free her. She can't be allowed to languish in Dis forever." She rises and stays, "If we're ready, let's go forward and save her."

"Yes, mother," Xera agrees without question, "Even if not today, Zariel, one way we will triumph. We only have to win once."

"We only have to die once, too," Zariel points out, "Or be caught."

[Corwin]

"At this point, we have to try," Seira decides. She's not about to force anyone, but since what she's hearing is caution rather than a 'no go', she extends her hands towards Amaryl and the others, ready to take them to the Cauldron side of the door into the Infinite Stair.

[Anastasia]

Done and done. You stand before the door and beyond it await a pair of lillend. Both are clad in light leather armor and with long blue hair, identical to your gaze. "Lady Seira," the two speak in tandem.

[Corwin]

"I'm sure you mean Max, a regular human who has nothing to do with Seira," Seira tells them brightly. "Hello!"

[Anastasia]

"Ah, your disguised name," The two speak at once, "We were not informed of it."

"Marl for myself," Amaryl steps forward.

"We will not make the same mistake again," The two promise.

[Corwin]

"And these are Ragan and X," Seira completes the introductions. "Thanks for being our guides for this."

[Anastasia]

"Follow, please," The two intone, already starting to go.

This is mostly travel so give me a d100.

[Corwin]

11:39 <Corwin> roll 1d100
11:39 <Kobot> Corwin rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=43 ]{43}

[Anastasia]

It is a trip of several long hours, but it is also a peaceful trip. None challenge the lillend as you are escorted to a particular platform. A platform with threads of dull iron running through it, a door surrounded by bands of iron.

[Corwin]

"Where does it emerge?" Seira inquires, taking the chance to refresh all their spells.

[Anastasia]

"A back corner about two miles from the Iron Tower, down Rigidity Lane." Is the answer, "It's part of the diplomatic quarter for lesser diplomats that don't warrant better housing."

[Corwin]

Seira tries to recall where that is in relation to Gaggar's bank.

K:P 10 for 120, I'll also use Greater Heroism and drop Divine Insight on this.

[Anastasia]

It's about 9 miles from there, as the crow flies. On the streets of Dis it'll likely be longer.

[Corwin]

"Thank you for this," Seira tells the lillends, and without further ado passes through the door.

[Anastasia]

It's the smell of smoke and iron.

The sky is tinged red and steely at once, for you come out in a street of shadows and infernal hellfire. The heat is considerable as canals of molten iron flow, from which jagged spikes of iron rise up, as if fingers slowly sinking into the molten metal. The streets are of smooth iron and warm, yet it is not so hot as to be harmful, even to a mortal. Hot without true heat.

What dominates is a thing. It seems a block away and yet more - and more and more as a mere spatial illusion crumbles. Away and ahead is the Iron Tower, a vast edifice that rises higher into the sky than even your divine vision can see. It is miles and miles and miles wide, a vast windowless thing that ascends perhaps forever.