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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3349952" data-attributes="member: 3448">Kit asked Lady Constance, “What’s the Ninetieth Plane like?”“An open pit, divided into many small demonic kingdoms.  His mother must be the lord of one of the kingdoms-- I can’t imagine a marilith would be subordinate to any of the powers on that Plane.”Alistair continued the questioning.  “Are there other accomplices to your plot still free in the City?”The tiefling smiled nastily.  “Yes.”“Who are they?”“The madams of the brothels; the Chief Assassin of the Order of the Red Knife, who entered some time ago but cannot move freely or change shapes while he is here; and a handful of remaining cultists.  You’ve been effective, humans.”“The Chief Assassin of the Order of the Red Knife?” said Dame Brionna.  “We need to know more about that one-- it sounds like too much of a threat, and this is the first we’ve heard of it.”“Whatever it is,” said Kit, nodding.  “With shape-changing, its probably not human.”“Where is the Chief Assassin of the Order of the Red Knife?” asked Dame Brionna.The tiefling simply ignored her, and when Alistair repeated the question, it writhed without answering.“You will answer the questions put to you!” commanded Lady Constance.  She reached into a brazier and drew out a handful of glowing chunks of bloodstone that she proceeded to fling at the tiefling.  It shuddered as the rock burned into its skin in a great release of energy and spoke as she reached for a second handful.“In the Great Crypt.   It hides among the dead.”“Who are the other innocents under your control?” asked Alistair.The tiefling looked annoyed at the question more than angry, took a great breath, and began rapidly reciting names.  Marcus, brought along to record the creature’s answers, scribbled as fast as the tiefling spoke, and by the time it stopped had a list of nearly 230 names.Alistair swore under his breath; that was far more than he would have guessed they could have taken.  “Where are they kept?”The tiefling sneered.  “We do not keep most of them.   They walk among the citizens, and they listen.  Oh yes, they listen.  And we listen to them.  But they are so few, compared to what we used to control…”The Council debated its last question for a while, and then Alistair asked, “What kind of creature is the Chief Assassin?”“An Eshen bladelord, their top class of assassins; he was a gift from the third part of our alliance.  His duty was to kill those you love,” said the tiefling with a leering smile, glancing at Kit and Dame Brionna.“Kill him,” said Alistair coldly.</blockquote>

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