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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4447214" data-attributes="member: 3285">The Seventh Sin: Part 7 – Den of Debauchery“Larissa!” shouted Talathiel.The door cooled and shrank slightly. Vlad threw Talathiel on the ground.  “Stay there.”Beldin kicked the door open. Several figures jumped up in shock at their sudden entrance, caught in the midst of the Sacraments of Larissa. Several of the figures wore theatrical golden masks that hid their features, and clothing designed to reveal more than it concealed. The inhabitants' attention appeared to be focused on one particular couple: a striking woman with long dark red hair and a lithe body, and her partner, an immensely tall, well-muscled man with a topknot, whose skin is covered in strange tattoos. The man remained masked, and held the only obvious weapon in the room – a whip. He takes a step back as, but the woman walked towards Vlad, seeming to grow more sensuous as she regained her composure. She wore the holy symbol of Larissa – a golden coin suspended from a fine silver chain – and very little else. “Welcome to the Golden Pillar Society,” said the woman.  “Would you like to join our exclusive club dedicated to pleasure?  The cost is but five gold doubloons a night.” She looked Vlad up and down.  “I’m willing to waive the fee for you though, handsome.”Vlad swallowed hard.  “Where’s Ilmarė?” snarled Beldin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said the woman.  “If you won’t join in the fun and frolics, maybe you should leave us in peace to do as we wish.  We’re not hurting anyone, after all.”“I’ll be the judge of that,” said Sebastian.  He looked around the room. “We’re going to search this place.”The woman’s tone shifted from seductive to vicious.  “Oh I don’t think you will.  Do you know who I am?  I’m Letah Calame, daughter of C.Q. Calame.”“The owner of The Shipping News?” asked Vlad.  “You’re joking, right?”“It’s no joke,” snarled Letah.  “If you keep this nonsense up my father will RUIN YOU! Now GET. OUT!”Sebastian crossed his arms, a wand still in one hand.  “I don’t think so.  I think that your father wouldn’t be too pleased to let word get out about your…activities. Vlad, Beldin, tear this place apart.”There was a shout, and a man launched himself from the curtains on one side of the room, landing his foot squarely in Vlad’s chest.  Vlad fell backwards in surprise.The ten middle-aged Golden Pillar members grabbed their clothes ran screaming from the room. Letah ran into the corner of the room and dove under the bed.Beldin faced down the masked man with the whip. The whip cracked over his head, sparking off of his shield.  “Whip dagger,” growled Beldin.  “Let’s see how you fare against an axe.”Vlad was back on his feet.  He faced down the unarmed man, who slid into a combat stance.  “You’re disarmed,” said Vlad.  “Give up.”The man skipped forward on one foot and snap-kicked Vlad again under the chin, followed by two rapid punches to the inside of left arm.  He dropped his shield.“Don’t hurt the girl,” said Sebastian.  “We need her alive! Radius incensio!” Spiraling flames shot towards the masked man.  They fizzled a few inches from his face.Sebastian took a step back.  “Careful!  That’s no ordinary man!”Beldin hacked at the masked figure.  It backhanded him effortlessly, sending the dwarf flying.  Then he pointed at Vlad.“Go untie Talathiel.”Sebastian smirked.  “Your mind tricks won’t affect me, demon.”Vlad picked up his sword.  Then he nodded and walked back the way they came.“Damn it!” shouted Sebastian.  “Medicates privatus!” Vlad paused.  “Don’t listen to the demon!” shouted Sebastian, frustrated.  “Kill the monk!”Vlad blinked, clearing his head.  Beldin faced down the monk.  The dwarf’s shorter stature made it difficult for the monk to find an opening.  He swung his axe in a wide arc, forcing the monk to jump over the blade.The monk slumped to the ground.  Vlad stood over the man’s corpse.  A whip whistled around Vlad’s neck.  He dropped his sword and shield, struggling to release the whip from around his throat.Beldin took a step forward, closing on the demon. There was a loud pop, and a reddish-black spider with dripping fangs appeared. Then a fire-breathing hound. Then a man-sized buzzing wasp.“Fire…ball…” croaked Vlad.  He fell to his knees.  The demon was slowly pulling him backwards into the slavering jaws of the spider. Beldin was preoccupied with the hellhounds.“What?” said Sebastian. “But it’s a crowded room.”“Do…it!” gurgled Vlad. He reached his fingertips out for Grungronazharr…“Are you sure?”The giant wasp’s stinger struck again and again around Beldin’s shield.  “WE’RE SURE!”Sebastian took a step back out of the doorway.  “I’d get out of the path of the doorway, if I were you,” he said to Talathiel.Talathiel rolled aside.“Incendiaries globus!”</blockquote>

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