The Nexus Of Dreams

[*Mander]

A gaunt corpse steps through the threshold behind them, it's skeletal face glowing sickly from the lights ahead. The Gray Vizier was greeted by the sight of a tumbling mess of bodies before it too began to slide down the incline, to whatever waited below.

[*Taurus Daggerknight]

Dace trudged across the sludge, grimacing and wondering if maybe facing oblivion in the plane of Salt wouldn't have been prefferable to doing so in a sea of blech. Midway to their destination, he looks back to ensure his companions are moving along all right, noticing the lich in the back.

"Vizier! Thought you were readying with the others?"

[*DigitalDragoon]

Quickly seeking to stabilized himself, Quinn began weaving Avoid Planar Effect over himself and his companions as they descend. His brow knits with concentration as the incline and thick atmosphere proves rather distracting. Working through most of the group the spell he attempts to weave over Argent fizzles, concentration breaking as his attention is drawn the Gray Vizier by Dace.

The old mage bristles at the presence of a lich outside of the city. As soon as the terrain permits he would turn on the creature, displaying obvious and unusual aggression. He draws his cane up defensively and seems to be preparing to cast shadow shield.

[*Lucadia]

The elven Magi pivots in place and almost in tandem wards himself in defense in the same manner, his back straightening after assuring he had a proper footing. There is a grim determination in his manner, one representing he had no desire to be tried in patient or trifled with.

"Burlua mas mati mayat, dumak daya! Sahabat sihir shirak?"

"It'at is agent of a power in the dark of the moon. Iv no mood for fools of the Lost."

[*Mander]

The kaisharga bends unnaturally, curving it's back to remain standing as it slid down next to them. Then they are face to face, the Vizier's empty eye sockets slowly turning to the two hostile mages in turn. It's jaws opened wide, a cloud of icy mist billowing out.

"My spells are for the slaves, but I will go to them with a few less if it is written so. Decide now."

[*Taurus Daggerknight]

Dace rushes as best he can between the mages and the lich, palms up at both parties. "Hey, save it you three!" He gestures at the portal. "...enemy is in there and in the salt bowl. Save the mage-fire for them."

He glances over at the Vizier. "The five of us are heading into that portal to help the chances of the stand at Salt. While help in there would be appreciated, I suspect the Defiers will be most needed at the battle. I suggest you rally your factioneers and rendezvous with Factor Charae to that end."

[*MadJackValance]

Arriving at the bottom of the mucky chute, Vyse scurries to his feet and quickly moves to help the others do the same, should they need it. He offers a grateful nod to the wards given. The bard's lungs billow against the oppressive atmosphere with effort as he begins to sing a couple measures, fingers dancing at the handle of his bow in the shapes of familiar chords. The tune weaves a Greater Resistance spell around the bard, the next spell fizzling out, interrupted by the Lich's arrival.

Seeing the mages ready themselves, the bard's bow finds a blue-fletched arrow nocked, drawn, and leveled in a flash. The firebrick features of the tiefling bear a conflicted expression. Fangs bared, figuratively at least, there is still trepidation there... and just a hint of fear. It's the subdued, dangerous fear that an animal harbors when the choice of fight or flight gets narrowed to the former.

He carefully turns his head, speaking over his shoulder, his golden eye not leaving the Vizier. "Dace...?" He begins to ask, unsure. The tension in his bow carefully goes slack again as the Mercykiller steps to interdict the standoff.

[*Mander]

It thinks a moment, tapping a skeletal finger against jawbone.

"Athaon Hobard can finish the muster already begun. Too long I've wasted on the wind of words, the time has come to trace this cancer to it's source. Our hated enemy waits ahead and I will go foward."

[*DigitalDragoon]

Gritting his teeth with his friend's intervention, Quinn stays his hand. He does not stand down however nor does he lower his guard. Watching the deplorable creature with no small expression of revulsion he turns his attention to Dace; A subtle crackle of tense magic is almost noticeable even with the seething gateway open.

He hisses something to the Justicar, keeping his voice low and his tone curt. "This is not Sigil. I will not tolerant that...that..thing interfering!"

[*Lucadia]

-The azure blue eyed elf readies himself further, a dangerous smile spreading- Behind the wall of shadows, lies a greater pillar of light. Do you want to test this theory ? What exactly do you think your doing here, wasting /our/ time? You ignored a request to be elsewhere and you was not invited.