Embarkment Into The Twelfth

[*MimiFearthegn]

Eloe followed the suspicious looking demon across the town, and saw him approach the tower (or palace) which dominated the demonic majority of the encampment - no doubt the throne of Red Shroud. After a few quiet words with the guards, and a furtive glance over his shoulder, the incubus entered the tower.

[*3l03]

The elf stopped to consider her options. She leaned her head out of her cover slightly to discretely take a look at the guards, trying to recognise what types of demons they would be. She then took another brief moment to analyse the layout of the entrance, looking for alternative entry routes, assessing potential ways of slipping through hidden from the bouncers' sight, trying to decide what means of approach would be most reliable.

[*MimiFearthegn]

The guards right in front of the tower entrance seem to be cambions, but on looking around, she sees a large dark spider-like form crouched in the vicinity of the entrance, as well as some winged forms perched higher on the tower. Bebiliths and Vrocks, perhaps?

The visible entrances are the main tower door, and some windows starting on the third and fourth stories of the tower.

[*3l03]

- A pitifully thin watch like this shouldn't cause much delay... - Thought the elf, about to head forward to the main door. But when she realised the presence of the black spidery creature, she decided to give up the idea. - On the other hand.. there are times for patience too... - She pondered, studying the upper parts of the tower.

- Ha-hm-hm. - She uttered a quiet, dampened chuckle as an idea popped in her mind. The little trophy from her hunts in Beastlands could prove useful. She rubbed the animal totem, planning to morph into a bat and fly up to the windows.

[*MimiFearthegn]

Eloe morphs into a bat, and flitters up to an arrow-slit like window on the 3rd story. Looking in she sees. . . possibly not much, given that she is a bat, but it looks like a squarish empty room, with a door.

[*3l03]

She squeezed through and descended on the floor, where she returned to her original form.

- Despicable...

She thought dusting off. Not delaying, she took a quick look look around the room, and if undisturbed, walked up to the door, where she would prick up her ears to study the situation behind it.

[*Krayt]

Meanwhile back at the Doomguard factory. Mauric took notes on all visitors and spoke often to the workers. Of interest in particular was whither the finished parts was being shipped unto with the ship gone from Twelvetrees it would only be a logical assumption that the parts was stored close until the ship was found. Unless of course if his thoughts of treachery were true. In such case they would need to ship the parts there eventually. Each finished part was noted down. If they was cloaked with spells he would dispell a few mundane small items unworthy of note so that it could be traced by spells as soon it leaved the factory.

[*MimiFearthegn]

Eloe resumed her normal form in the tower room, and looked around. The room was empty except for a large black yellow eyed cat that stared at her unblinking from the corner.

At the factory, some dedicated snooping around doesn't reveal too much on the shipping front, except for some rather large unexplained shipments in the past few months to the 88th layer of the Abyss - the Gaping Maw, or Abysm, Demogorgon's domain.

Any specifics that would point to treachery are no doubt locked up in the doomlord's office.

[*Krayt]

Hidden well behhind his black mask the warlock grinned madly. The stroke of hammers and clamour of heavy metal pieces clanking dying out to the sound of his own thoughts.

The subtile revelations could not have been worse. They could assault with every doomguard in the planes and it would still be futile. But even the self proclaimed prince of demonkind could be tricked. Perhaps there could even be two or more ships to bereave the abyssal lord of. But before plans could be weaved more details need to be gleaned out.

(Assuming Varnia returned.) When the trio was alone he spoke. " We need to preceed. The wait has been prolonged enough. If they are meeting with our missing fiends they will be cautious to hide it. Time to break into his little sanctum."

[*3l03]

The elf fixed her gaze on the cat. She stared him down, circling around; her moves almost cat-like, resembling a predator circling around a potential victim.

She would not waste too much time playing with a cat though. Her mind had been already set on another victim. The incubus shouldn't have been too far from there.

She would approach the door, and unless something alarming was to happen, she would open it with all wariness, yet to decide what her best strategy to proceed would be.