Paxus Asclepius
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Serpenteye said:Sandorel smiles in cruel, cold anticipation as his gamble succeeds and they appear unhindered inside the magical barrier. His smile turns into a frustrated sneer when the Seer disappears, just before they would have finished him off. Looking around, the True Seeing spell still active, he scans the small space for anything of possible importance. (Spot, Search: 12 (untrained))
Finding nothing (presumably) he takes the Adamantine vessel of blood and, after closing its lid securely, places it in his Handy Haversack. Then he studies the Angel for a moment and if Abd Ratep is capable of communicating he will adress him.
"Know me, Angel. I am Sandorel Ilazar, Cleric of Freedom and Godlessness, and you are free once more by my hand. I release you to do as you will, to serve whomever you will or noone if that is what you will. Your God has abandoned you and can no longer place a rightful claim on your soul.
I give you this advice, though. Power and righteousness are not dervied from divinity, but from the strength and moral fortitude of ourselves. I am only one of many evidence that we do not need Deities to do what is right and good, or to have the ability to do it. Faith in ourselves is enough. Let yourself be guided by your own conscience, your own will. Don't ever again allow any being to enslave you. Be free."
He casts Polymorph any Object to turn the chains and the iron frame holding the Angel into air. If the chains happen to be magical (his Detect Magic is still active) he'll direct the spell against the part of the ceiling holding them (Preferably without doing enough damage to collapse the ceiling).
OOC: The vessel has no lid or other closure device apparent. It resembles a flat-bottomed amphora with a mouth slightly over a foot wide. The angel's wrists are still bound by the silvery manacles, in addition to the stouter chains used to suspend him. Sound does, indeed, travel past the barrier.
Abd-Ratep lands heavily on his chest, unmoving. His blood continues to spill out over the floor, a spreading crimson pool that shows no signs of stopping.