[AU] Siege on Ebonring Keep - Part 2

"Ok, I'm sure you will understand if I want to take a few magical precautions. Please allow me to prepare some spells. I will cast them upon you to determine your true intentions. If you are being honest with me you have nothing to fear, and should not resist the effects, and I can explain the effect of each spell before I cast it."

Pyior sits to meditate and switches out the following spells (or at least has the intention of doing so):
Door Warning -> Detect Magic
Conjure Energy Creature -> Creature Loresight
Fireburst -> Compelling Question (Lesser)

He will then explain again that she is not to resist the spells or he will suspect she has something to hide and won't accomodate her. He will truthfully explain the effect of each spell:
1) Cast detect magic to see if there are any active spells upon the spryte
2) Cast creature loresight on her
3) Cast compelling question (lesser) on her and ask "Do you mean me harm?"
 

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Slyth gives Pyior a very dubious look when he starts talking about preparing spells to cast upon her.

"Will this take long?" she says. "I only have a few minutes. You must hurry."

If Pyior insists on changing out spells, she will start becoming more and more impatient. After a couple minutes, she will emplore Pyior once more that she has no time...that she must couple with him now.


(ooc - Magister version of safe sex, eh? ;) Granted, this is a complete stranger in a dangerous forest...)
 

"Why the rush, Slyth? I'm sorry but I must insist. If you disturb my meditation I may have to begin again."

Pyior holds firm in his intention to prepare and cast the spells.
 

"You won't like me if we wait any longer," Slyth says. "No, no, it will be too late."

She takes to the air and flies to a small island about forty feet up where she is blocked from sight of those on the ground. Quiet sobbing can be heard.
 

Hearing Slyth's sobs, Pyior says, "It seems she must have been trying to deceive me. Perhaps with a glammer dwoemer. Thanks everyone for the ah, moral support!"
 

Runther laughs good-naturedly at Pyior's situation.

"So, you're just going to leave the poor lass?" he says. "Seems such a shame. 'Tis a risky thing in this forest, though."
 

Ys-Korros laughs a little to try and dispel the awkwardness. Failing he moves away from Pyior and the others, looking around a bit and making a show of being on guard for other dangers.
 

"Well, technically she's the one who made the decision by refusing to submit to a cursory arcane examination. Obviously she had something to hide."

Pyior seems a bit bothered by the situation but he's obviously trying to put it out of his mind.
 

The remainder of the day's hike back to the Keep passes uneventfully. On several occasions there is the sensation of being watched or followed, but no one sees anything or anyone. An hour before sunset, the edge of the forest comes into view.

"If we slow down just a bit, we can miss dinner," Runther says. Involuntary stomach pangs lead to a consensus agreement to dawdle.

Just after sunset, Runther leads the group into the camp beneath the Keep where he says that he must make his own report to Yaren. He wishes you well and vanishes into the camp.

The guards at the Keep's entrance believe that Truthspeaker returned to her work in the ring chamber after dinner. Downstairs, they knock at the closed door and hear the magister call for them to enter.

Iriana Truthspeaker is hunched over the room's central pedestal with a calibrated measuring string, apparently taking detailed notes about the shape and dimensions of the structure. She looks up to see who has entered and immediately sets aside her string and quill.

"You're back already!" she says. "I heard the wonderful news yesterday about your discovery of the escape route. Tell me, did you find the rhodin? Did you find the ring?"
 


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