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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3524921" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Birth of a devil</strong></p><p></p><p>Doopa’s weighty limp body is dumped upon the stone floor of the rectory after being dragged up a flight of steep steps by the party. </p><p></p><p>“Rats too big for you?” Helle asks as he looks over the greenish ogre</p><p></p><p>“More like flying snakes with wings and daggers, I’ve heard of alligators in the sewers before growing to huge size, but never snakes in the cellars sprouting wings and using daggers.” Haimish advises</p><p></p><p>“Interesting, so you found the lost priests then?” Helle inquires</p><p></p><p>“No, we found an idiot who has Equinophobia, other than that the snake thing was the next thing we found.” Haimish relates amid a surprised look from Turgar and Menthos at the word Equinophobia.</p><p></p><p>“The crazed individual is dead then?” Helle asks</p><p></p><p>“Sure, and if he’s not I’ll draw a picture of a horse on the inside of the door and he’ll starve himself.” Haimish states</p><p></p><p>“Can we get a little poison removal for the pitiful ogre there? He was showboating and got stabbed during the performance.” Turgar relates</p><p></p><p>Helle removes the poison from Doopa’s veins; Doopa gives the priest a “thanks” and to test out his muscles, punches Turgar in the face, breaking his nose. The two ogres lock themselves in hand-to-hand combat as the rest of the party filters out of the room and shut the door behind them.</p><p></p><p>“Any damage they do comes out of your pay.” Helle eyes Menthos</p><p></p><p>“It’s good for them, we only need one ogre anyway, besides there can be only one alpha male so I don’t know why they’re fighting for breeding rights we don’t have any females in the party. Not even Xanthos will go there.” Menthos states</p><p></p><p>“Anyway, your scout returned while you were down there. I guess he missed your smile, there was no sign of the shifter though.” Helle advises</p><p></p><p>“The more the merrier, I feel a song coming on.” Haimish announces as he clears his throat.</p><p></p><p>Menthos however shoves his hand over Haimish’s mouth, “Not now, I’m hungry and I don’t want to lose my appetite.” </p><p></p><p>Kessen is led to the party as the rectory door flings open and a haggard Doopa staggers through the portal and collapses after a few shaky steps. Turgar follows soon after, his dragon aura glowing through the billowing dust cloud between the two combatants, “Ha! I can go all night, next time you want to do this again, let me know.” Turgar says to the beaten Doopa.</p><p></p><p>“What did I miss?” Kessen asks</p><p></p><p>“Ogre mating ritual, looks like Turgar won. But I think the real winner is Doopa.” Menthos says with a toothy smile</p><p></p><p>“Well then looks like I was wise to study ogre anatomy in case I need to take one down with one arrow shot.” Kessen responds</p><p></p><p>“I’m not healing him again.” Helle states and leads the two humans and the teifling to the second floor of the temple, “The high priest has invited you to stay the night here, feel free to use the facilities to better prepare yourselves for tomorrow’s foray.”</p><p></p><p>Haimish and Kessen claim their rooms as Helle holds Menthos back, “Your room is not on this floor.” The pyromancer states</p><p></p><p>Helle leads Menthos to the opposite side of the temple and then descends two flights of stairs, passing through the acolyte’s area and beyond a laboratory. To finally a large opulent bedroom, “this will be your room for the evening.” </p><p></p><p>A shocked Menthos is stunned to speechlessness as he stammers through a thanks and runs to the bed to leap upon it.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll definitely be sleeping good tonight, the ogres snore too much for anyone to get a good night’s rest. Except maybe Xanthos when he turns himself deaf.” Menthos relates</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think you’ll be sleeping in here that well tonight though.” Helle smirks as he slips from the room and closes the door behind him.</p><p></p><p>Menthos races for the door, only to find his side of the door contains no handle or knob with which to use to open the door. The teifling begins banging on the door screaming for Helle, Haimish, even Doopa. To no avail. After an hour of fruitless shouting, Menthos retreats form the door and begins to search the room. He uncovers symbols etched into the floor and into the ceiling above the bed. </p><p></p><p>Using his warlock senses he discovers all of the symbols radiate magic, and that there are a couple invisible symbols that float in midair near the bed. Studying them closely, Menthos is unable to determine their nature or function. After another hour the door opens and Fyrhe steps through. Menthos bull rushes her out of the way trying to reach the door, but it is pulled shut as his fingernails scrape against the side of the door. </p><p></p><p>“Why do you want out?” Fyrhe</p><p></p><p>“I’m trapped in here, there’s no way out. Unless you know how to…” It was then that Menthos noticed Fyhre wore no clothing</p><p></p><p>“The yelling has ceased, I believe the plan is commencing.” Helle reports to Statinisor</p><p></p><p>“Excellent, make sure the gate preparation are proceeding as planned. I don’t want to lose another one to miscalculations.” The high priest grits through his teeth.</p><p></p><p>As the sun rose above the city of Highcastle, Menthos awoke to the rays warming his forehead and small horns. He shot up in bed and raced to the window to view the courtyard below, wondering if last night had been all a dream. He chuckled thinking he had dreamt the whole affair, it wasn’t until he raises his hands to his face to run his hair back that his nose told him it wasn’t a dream. His nose smelled her, smelled her on his fingertips, his arms, his hair. </p><p></p><p>Anger boiled up inside him at the thought of his imprisonment, then subsided at the thoughts of his “cellmate”, as if on cue, the door to his room was opened and Helle walked in bearing a plate of fruits and breakfast meats.</p><p></p><p>“You’re probably famished after last night, so here’s a few things to regain your strength.” Helle says</p><p></p><p>“What was last night all about?” Menthos questions</p><p></p><p>“You performed a great service for Kador, one that you shall be rewarded with in time.” Helle says</p><p></p><p>“What? You’re running a brothel out of here?” Menthos inquires</p><p></p><p>“Hardly, there are a number of ways my deity expands his armies. Last night you participated in one of the ways. You should be proud to have been chosen to perform such a duty, I only hope to be chosen for a role.” Helle relates</p><p></p><p>“What happened to Fyhre?” Menthos asks</p><p></p><p>“You’ll see her again, in her new incarnation and then your greatest wish will be answered.” Helle replies</p><p></p><p>“That makes no sense and you sound like that damnable Haimish when you talk like that.” Menthos responds angrily</p><p></p><p>“Your anger is misplaced, you should be more worried about yourself or any of your other compatriots.” Helle advises</p><p></p><p>“What’s that supposed to mean?” Menthos demands</p><p></p><p>“The assassin’s guild is hunting your shifter, normally I’d tell you if you needed his body for something to seek out the morgue, however he showed up here just this hour and is talking with the dragon shaman as we speak. If he goes back out into the city he’ll be killed. It matters not to us which way you prefer him, considers this my attempt to allay your suspicions about last night.” Helle relates</p><p></p><p>“How do you know this?” Menthos asks</p><p></p><p>“Also if he leaves and you follow him or try to protect him, expect to have to deal with the assassins as well.” Helle says ignoring Menthos’ question</p><p></p><p>“That’s not what I asked.” Menthos states</p><p></p><p>Helle finishes dispensing some wine and excuses himself from the room refusing to answer any more of Menthos’ questions.</p><p></p><p>In the bowels of the temple in a room adorned with divine symbols and a one-way gate with the receiving end set up in the room, a nude creature claws it’s way to a open exit. Statinisor admires the creature’s determination as the female’s face rears up at the high priest, pleading for the pain to stop. Statinisor presses his index finger to his lips to hush the woman. </p><p></p><p>Two short tears appear on the woman’s back and a shower of blood sprays across the ceiling, two black leathery wings erupt from the open wounds and unfold stretching their newly formed muscles. The woman’s nails lengthen and blacken, in an instant, forming claws that will rip through wood as if it were papyrus. The woman’s pained eyes redden as her irises turn blood red and bleed into her pupils.</p><p></p><p>A burst of flames pulses from her form and the body collapses amid the steam and soot of the transformation. Statinisor orders some accompanying pyromancers into the room to retrieve. He stops them as they reach him to pass into the hallway. Statinisor raises the head of the creature and admires how much more beautiful the former Fyhre has become.</p><p></p><p>“Take her to the Sun Aerie, tonight we celebrate!” Statinisor commands</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3524921, member: 11574"] [b]Birth of a devil[/b] Doopa’s weighty limp body is dumped upon the stone floor of the rectory after being dragged up a flight of steep steps by the party. “Rats too big for you?” Helle asks as he looks over the greenish ogre “More like flying snakes with wings and daggers, I’ve heard of alligators in the sewers before growing to huge size, but never snakes in the cellars sprouting wings and using daggers.” Haimish advises “Interesting, so you found the lost priests then?” Helle inquires “No, we found an idiot who has Equinophobia, other than that the snake thing was the next thing we found.” Haimish relates amid a surprised look from Turgar and Menthos at the word Equinophobia. “The crazed individual is dead then?” Helle asks “Sure, and if he’s not I’ll draw a picture of a horse on the inside of the door and he’ll starve himself.” Haimish states “Can we get a little poison removal for the pitiful ogre there? He was showboating and got stabbed during the performance.” Turgar relates Helle removes the poison from Doopa’s veins; Doopa gives the priest a “thanks” and to test out his muscles, punches Turgar in the face, breaking his nose. The two ogres lock themselves in hand-to-hand combat as the rest of the party filters out of the room and shut the door behind them. “Any damage they do comes out of your pay.” Helle eyes Menthos “It’s good for them, we only need one ogre anyway, besides there can be only one alpha male so I don’t know why they’re fighting for breeding rights we don’t have any females in the party. Not even Xanthos will go there.” Menthos states “Anyway, your scout returned while you were down there. I guess he missed your smile, there was no sign of the shifter though.” Helle advises “The more the merrier, I feel a song coming on.” Haimish announces as he clears his throat. Menthos however shoves his hand over Haimish’s mouth, “Not now, I’m hungry and I don’t want to lose my appetite.” Kessen is led to the party as the rectory door flings open and a haggard Doopa staggers through the portal and collapses after a few shaky steps. Turgar follows soon after, his dragon aura glowing through the billowing dust cloud between the two combatants, “Ha! I can go all night, next time you want to do this again, let me know.” Turgar says to the beaten Doopa. “What did I miss?” Kessen asks “Ogre mating ritual, looks like Turgar won. But I think the real winner is Doopa.” Menthos says with a toothy smile “Well then looks like I was wise to study ogre anatomy in case I need to take one down with one arrow shot.” Kessen responds “I’m not healing him again.” Helle states and leads the two humans and the teifling to the second floor of the temple, “The high priest has invited you to stay the night here, feel free to use the facilities to better prepare yourselves for tomorrow’s foray.” Haimish and Kessen claim their rooms as Helle holds Menthos back, “Your room is not on this floor.” The pyromancer states Helle leads Menthos to the opposite side of the temple and then descends two flights of stairs, passing through the acolyte’s area and beyond a laboratory. To finally a large opulent bedroom, “this will be your room for the evening.” A shocked Menthos is stunned to speechlessness as he stammers through a thanks and runs to the bed to leap upon it. “I’ll definitely be sleeping good tonight, the ogres snore too much for anyone to get a good night’s rest. Except maybe Xanthos when he turns himself deaf.” Menthos relates “I don’t think you’ll be sleeping in here that well tonight though.” Helle smirks as he slips from the room and closes the door behind him. Menthos races for the door, only to find his side of the door contains no handle or knob with which to use to open the door. The teifling begins banging on the door screaming for Helle, Haimish, even Doopa. To no avail. After an hour of fruitless shouting, Menthos retreats form the door and begins to search the room. He uncovers symbols etched into the floor and into the ceiling above the bed. Using his warlock senses he discovers all of the symbols radiate magic, and that there are a couple invisible symbols that float in midair near the bed. Studying them closely, Menthos is unable to determine their nature or function. After another hour the door opens and Fyrhe steps through. Menthos bull rushes her out of the way trying to reach the door, but it is pulled shut as his fingernails scrape against the side of the door. “Why do you want out?” Fyrhe “I’m trapped in here, there’s no way out. Unless you know how to…” It was then that Menthos noticed Fyhre wore no clothing “The yelling has ceased, I believe the plan is commencing.” Helle reports to Statinisor “Excellent, make sure the gate preparation are proceeding as planned. I don’t want to lose another one to miscalculations.” The high priest grits through his teeth. As the sun rose above the city of Highcastle, Menthos awoke to the rays warming his forehead and small horns. He shot up in bed and raced to the window to view the courtyard below, wondering if last night had been all a dream. He chuckled thinking he had dreamt the whole affair, it wasn’t until he raises his hands to his face to run his hair back that his nose told him it wasn’t a dream. His nose smelled her, smelled her on his fingertips, his arms, his hair. Anger boiled up inside him at the thought of his imprisonment, then subsided at the thoughts of his “cellmate”, as if on cue, the door to his room was opened and Helle walked in bearing a plate of fruits and breakfast meats. “You’re probably famished after last night, so here’s a few things to regain your strength.” Helle says “What was last night all about?” Menthos questions “You performed a great service for Kador, one that you shall be rewarded with in time.” Helle says “What? You’re running a brothel out of here?” Menthos inquires “Hardly, there are a number of ways my deity expands his armies. Last night you participated in one of the ways. You should be proud to have been chosen to perform such a duty, I only hope to be chosen for a role.” Helle relates “What happened to Fyhre?” Menthos asks “You’ll see her again, in her new incarnation and then your greatest wish will be answered.” Helle replies “That makes no sense and you sound like that damnable Haimish when you talk like that.” Menthos responds angrily “Your anger is misplaced, you should be more worried about yourself or any of your other compatriots.” Helle advises “What’s that supposed to mean?” Menthos demands “The assassin’s guild is hunting your shifter, normally I’d tell you if you needed his body for something to seek out the morgue, however he showed up here just this hour and is talking with the dragon shaman as we speak. If he goes back out into the city he’ll be killed. It matters not to us which way you prefer him, considers this my attempt to allay your suspicions about last night.” Helle relates “How do you know this?” Menthos asks “Also if he leaves and you follow him or try to protect him, expect to have to deal with the assassins as well.” Helle says ignoring Menthos’ question “That’s not what I asked.” Menthos states Helle finishes dispensing some wine and excuses himself from the room refusing to answer any more of Menthos’ questions. In the bowels of the temple in a room adorned with divine symbols and a one-way gate with the receiving end set up in the room, a nude creature claws it’s way to a open exit. Statinisor admires the creature’s determination as the female’s face rears up at the high priest, pleading for the pain to stop. Statinisor presses his index finger to his lips to hush the woman. Two short tears appear on the woman’s back and a shower of blood sprays across the ceiling, two black leathery wings erupt from the open wounds and unfold stretching their newly formed muscles. The woman’s nails lengthen and blacken, in an instant, forming claws that will rip through wood as if it were papyrus. The woman’s pained eyes redden as her irises turn blood red and bleed into her pupils. A burst of flames pulses from her form and the body collapses amid the steam and soot of the transformation. Statinisor orders some accompanying pyromancers into the room to retrieve. He stops them as they reach him to pass into the hallway. Statinisor raises the head of the creature and admires how much more beautiful the former Fyhre has become. “Take her to the Sun Aerie, tonight we celebrate!” Statinisor commands [/QUOTE]
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