Invasion of Mori - IC [3.5][CE/NE][planar]

[NapoleonicSoup]

Pyre makes his way in front of the mercenaries.
Greetings, my name is Pyre. I apparenly came here earlier than the rest of you, and was briefed in advance. I am pleased to offer my services as a flaming band-aid to you. The twisted flamebrother slithered forward after introducing himself to the group, waiting for the large maug in front of him pass through.

 

[reel_big_gish]

Hanaav glances sidelong at the newcomer and his talk of band-aids. What in the Nine Hells is a band-aid?

Pondering this, he braces himself and steps through the portal....

 

[Shayuri]

Loriel, hanging back a little to see who the Johnny-come-latelies to the party might be, smiles to herself absently. Interesting band that had been assembled. Not a terribly -subtle- bunch, with some notable exceptions. Clearly some fairly heavy fighting was expected. That fit the briefing, more or less. Most of them seemed fairly new to Abyssal politics as well, and the presence of the salamander was particularly surprising. Such creatures were more apt to cooperate with the...the baatezu than demonkind.

Still, while only a fool -trusted- their superiors, she felt certain that the Lord General had the werewithal to choose forces that would be useful in this mission, and more importantly, had the motivation to do so. The success or failure of this would reflect on him, after all. Loriel doubted he was setting it up to fail.

Unless he had been decieved...no easy task to fool a balor though...or unless he served a different master. Unlikely, given his stature and favor. But worth keeping an eye on.

But then, what wasn't?

With that, Loriel steps through the portal, already engaged in plotting.

 

[moritheil]

Having turned back to confer with the balor over something, the marilith scowls at Vedak's interruption from across the chamber. "Go already! Do not trouble me for information the mortals can provide you with!"

 

[Voadam]

Loping across the abyssal landscape a large black eyed troll in silvery armor approaches the gate. "Snargle." He offers by way of introduction as he looks over the others. "Gift of Lord Ochremesk to Lady Talessera. I am to join you for invasion of Mori. So who is in charge of this operation."

 

[Dog Moon]

Vedak continues to face the Demon Lords for a few moments, his thoughts behind the mask undetectable. He turns to follow the others and continues towards the portal in a slightly quicker pace.

 

[moritheil]

Passing through the portal is not a pleasant experience. The magical energies rip you violently from the Abyss, expelling you on the other side with the force of a geyser.

On the other side, robed and waiting, a group of cultists forms a semicircle facing the portal. They bear torches, the only sources of light in this dark cave apart from the portal itself. In the distance, the sound of splashing water can be heard.

“We are honored,” says the cultist in the center, straightening from a deep, formal bow. No sooner does he straighten then it becomes apparent that he looks impossibly weary. Even those of you inexperienced with mortals cannot fail to recognize the bone-deep fatigue that permeates his body. It seems that only determination and the thin wooden staff he leans on keep him standing.

“Welcome. Welcome to the Lair of Shadows.”

After a suitable pause, during which he seems to be discreetly scrutinizing the group, he continues, “We have been instructed to answer your questions regarding this land. Let us go to the planning room here to talk – there is much to discuss.” With his free hand, he gestures deeper into the cave. The cultists turn, leading the way.

 

[Ringmereth]

When the group has emerged fully from the portal, they find one more figure among their ranks than in the Abyss. A tall tiefling stands silently to the side of the invading force, one hand casually gripping a simple staff. Mundane robes wrap his frame; the clothes are torn, pierced, inkstained, and burnt, but a subtly shimmering black cloak, stylish and pristine, envelops the worn outfit.

Silently, the fiend-touched mage ignores the gathered cultists and eyes each of his companions in turn. What a carnival we would be!

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Gabriel finds their party swelling to mighty proportions, and power upon power joining their rank... and he likes it. "Yes, much to discuss, and the Powers That Be are impatient," Gabriel murmurs as the party is led to a private room.

 

[Shayuri]

Loriel hunches over a little, and bursts upward...shooting up to her full demonic height as wings explode out from her shoulders. The clothes she wore melt back into the black-laquered demonic chainmail it was before as she assumes her true visage...both a gesture of pride and to see how these 'cultists' can deal with what they have summoned into their midst.

Her pale, beautiful, cruel face looks around at the robed humans as a hawk might peer at a gaggle of ducklings that it happened across. She then nods and joins the entourage into this briefing room.