The Chalice Of Heironeous

[*Krayt]

He needed those captation points with Yanek badly. Time is favouring you less by each passing hour. Staying here would be costly in quite many aspects.

-Will he ramain as this in the ethereal? *He stepped through the portal shortly after raising Ramal ready to slam his head down would he start to move*

-So by what route have you planned to get us back to Sigil with?

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

''as far as i know he should remain pietrified indefinetly until he gets unpietrified back to normal. maybe you can tuck him in a bag of holding?''

she follows mauric in

''what route? well i recall there is a portal to another section of the ethereal in the hive ward, which is not far from one of undersigil's entrances there, that, by luck, lead to a tunnel known only by some doomguards, as it leads into the armory. so i wonder if we can reach that other part of the ethereal from here''

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian starts to climb, ignoring the shout of Ayase.

((Up to you midnight now, this thread has gone on for quite a while. If you want to continue with what happens to Dorian here then thats cool, otherwise we can simply work out what happens via PM))

[*Midnight]

After falling twice though fortunately not from a height enough to injure himself in any particularly debilitating way Dorian finds himself at the top of the chasm. From above it appears as though the ground gave way beneath the temple and the whole structure sunk into a hole. From the temple's position atop a hill he sees the city. Many of the building are aflame and the sky which grows dark as evening approaches is filled with the glowing embers of burnign arrows and sometimes the large glowing ball of burning wood fired from a catapult. Upon the walls he sees figure struggle and fight amidst a blur of frenzied motion as the city's defenders attempt to repel the invaders from the walls.


Ayase and Mauric would find themselves on the Ethereal with her (epic) gate spells Ayase would be able to open a portal to any precise location on ever other different plane to this one would allow her to go to any of the portals that would lead back to Sigil.

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Hasclaan is led upwards the walk takes them roughly two minutes and he is shown to a small lavishly decorated sitting room. His guide excuses himself and leaves Hasclaan alone. Having being led up as opposed to down he would realize he has gotten a little further from his goal than he was to begin with.



//It has being going a while but we are on the home stretch now. The stuff that still effects the prime that is to say Hasclaan and Dorian I shall continue here and Mauric and Ayase returning to The Armoury I will finish up here as it is exclusively Doomguard stuff.

[*Selebius]

After waiting a minute Hasclaan uses a Scroll of Invisibility on himself- keeping his prepared spell for later.

Hoping noone will notice the door opening he heads out on the corridor and hurries towards his goal as fast as he can.

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian dusts himself down, appraising his injuries while he does so. When he is satisfied he will live, at least for the moment, he moves out towards the wall, keeping his eyes open for those who would wish him harm or those with rank, perhaps someone he had met earlier. It was ironic of course that those who have rank may also be those who would wish him harm, but he would decide on what to do about that if they proved hostile.

[*Krayt]

He knelt down and stowed the statue into a bag of holding. His shape crubled. The spikegrowth introverted and sunk back into his stony skin before it started to pale from gray to white. The black cloth started to wrap itself around him as he borderlined his usual size. The monstrous face vanished into the black iron mask

[*Midnight]

Dorian nears the walls. He can see the defenders standing in it. Mostly militia with small pockets of knights dispersed amongst them. Dorian hears an ear splitting screeching sound, he feels it in his mind, it resonates through his very being. A small primal part of him that operates on a flight or fight pricipal wants to curl up and cower. It is only with a great mental effort he shakes it of and asserts his rationality. Some of the militia men are not so luck and stand stunned. Others fire shots from the bows they carry skyward at the flight if Vrocks that come over the wall. The arrow heads must be made of cold iron or blessed as they cut through one of the demon's skin bringing it crashing to the ground. The others land amongst the defenders and a melee ensues.

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Hasclan flickers and fades from view. He makes his way back towards the kitchen he was in but turns of down a corridor and a set of stairs. The decor changes almost instantly. From lavish decoration to cold cast iron. Ahead of him he hears two voices mutter in infernal the exact nature of the words just beyond hearing.

[*Selebius]

Hasclaan listens as he carefully advances- he lost valuable time already and the Invisibility spell won't last forever as well.

Moving closer he hopes to find a way past them and of course he also needs to find out what kind of devils they are.

[*Agony_Aunt]

Dorian marches forward to where the concentration of demons is thickest. As he walks he starts a prayer. He makes no move to attack. Only to defend as it is required. His speed would slow as the stone body effect from the prayer took hold. But speed was not essential here, only position.

Mainly though he is hoping that the combatants will not know whether he is an ally or enemy and this could buy him time and distance.

((and i think you know what is coming from Dorian should he make it to the thick of it.))