To Serve The Cause Of Law

[*Midnight]

Hasclaan hears and then feels the bones in the woman's hands snap with a sickening crunch. His victim screams opening her mouth to do so allowing him to force the torn gag down her throat.

From outside he hears Ramal shout:

"You're going to want to see this."

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan makes sure one last time that she it tied up properly then he goes to find Ramal.

"What is it? More trouble?"

[*Midnight]

The first thing that would strike him as odd is that Ramal and the demons do not appear to be fighing. They stand facing out of the tower around the base of which are a ring of men in armour. One of them he recognizes. Sir Domic steps forward with a smile remarking to one of the knights by his side.

"I told you he would lead us here."

He then looks up cupping his hands to shout to those on the walls.

"Hasclaan Gunt! Surrender the man and woman you have captive there and I offer you the chajce to surrender and come quietly!"

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan looks down at the Heironites then counts the remaining demons, calculating their chances.

More annoyed than scared he turns to Ramal, his back turned to the knights. "Please get the priestess from her sanctuary. I am not in the shape nor in the mood for another battle- so lets get out of here."

Then he turns to the closes Demon, talking in Abyssal this time. "They are yours if you want to fight. But I suggest you lure them into this stronghold and use hit and run tactics, taking them out one warrior at a time. I will provide some distractions however...."

And with this he releases his control over the undead he created- and if they still exist they are now free to engage the Heironites from behind.

Then he adresses Sir Domic, trying to buy some time. "One moment please. We need to get the priestess first."

[*Midnight]

Hasclaan's undead are unfortunatly destroyed, the Heronites having foind them and easily taken care of them as they advance. Ramal leans to closer to Hasclaan and whispers.

"I will go and fetch her but before we go there is something I want to do, but once I have done it we will need to leave quickly."

The remaining demons stand on the tower staring down at the Heronites making crude festyres and screaming curses. They seem eager to fight.

[*Selebius]

"You have two minutes. I get the pristess myself."

With this he returns to the sanctuary and quickly he retrieves another onyx spike and a scroll from his collection.

Driving it into the body and reading the scroll he animates the Glabrezu, stepping back as the flesh falls from its bones, looking around quickly for anything that seems remotely important- be it books, symbols or items.

"Pick her up and follow me.", he orders the undead, pointing at the bound woman.

[*Midnight]

The demon lurches to unlife its hulking body shambles over to the wounded priestess and scoops her up. As Hasclaan looks around the room he manages to take a large red skull shaped stone from the top of the altar and several books of indeterminable subject. As he makes his way back out the undead demon in tow he returns to the outside of the tower he notices the demons taking position, Ramal stands next to one of the Babu manning the balista.

"Are you ready?"

[*Selebius]

"I am. So are you.", he says, part question part statement, the necromancer eager to get out of here before another battle starts.

He stores what he found in one of his bags of holding then looks over the forces of order that besiege this outpost. Part of him wishes them luck, part of him just finds their meddling incredible annoying.

Yet he does nothing to support the demons nor anything to hinder Heironeus' warriors.

Putting a hand on the skeleton's lower claw he looks at Ramal, offering him his other hand, his mind readying the conjuration spell that will take them elsewhere.

[*Midnight]

Ramal reaches out grabs the Babu standing by the balista. He hurls the demon over the side of the wall the creature shrieking and hitting the ground with a crunch. He swings the balista arond aiming at Domic below and lets fly with the bolt. He misses but the man to Domic's left is not so lucky the bolt piercing his stomach and crashing through his armour. Guts and entrails spill out messily and the man is pinned to the tree he stands in front of. Ramal looks back at Hasclaan as the demons cackle and the Heronites charge.

"That ought to do it. Lets go."

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan does not comment nor does he waste any time, concentrating on a place he is quite familar with, the small grove close to the shrine of Vecna.

Then he speaks a word of power to trigger the spell.