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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 3058310" data-attributes="member: 1210">The Temple of Elemental Good Water, 11 a.m.Lester blazes with dozens of dweomers, both abjurations and enhancements.  He is thickly warded with what remains of his magical might- seriously depleted after the double ambush in Bile Mountain.  He stands in a thick cavern illuminated only by the sorcererous light that glows on his breastplate.  Before him is the strange column of eyes that he petrified in Bile Mountain, then brought back here to restore to flesh and use as a guardian next to the so-called gibbering garden that he planted from the ruins of the one the party defeated in Thixil Testa.“All right, you!” calls Lester at the strange thing.  “What can you tell me about the Bile Lords?”The answer comes telepathically: I will tell you nothing.“What’s to stop me from destroying you, then?” demands the L.  “Tell me what I want to know, or I’ll do it!” I shall tell you nothing, the strange creature snaps telepathically.  You are a fool if you think that you can destroy me.  If you attempt it, I shall disjoin you.Lester is taken aback by this threat.  “Well, that certainly is persuasive,” he allows.  “All right, then- you don’t really seem like you can move, and this place is locked against teleportation.  You can sit here and think about it until you’re ready to talk, and in the meantime you’ll be a fine guardian for the Water Temple!”Fool, sneers the thing.  I am the wtcher.  My lords will destroy you.“Why do you work for the Bile Lords anyway?” Lester asks.  “You should switch sides.  What do they do for you?  You have to admit, they’re pretty nasty characters.”Fool, the wtcher proclaims again.With a shrug, Lester walks out and around a corner.  There he casts pass through earth and stone.  As quietly as he can manage, the self-proclaimed god of adventure slips into the rocky floor and glides to the chamber the wtcher is in.  Springing up from surprise, he casts another flesh to stone upon the weird thing, and it has time only for a startled telepathic cry before it is once again a statue.I’ll have to figure out what to do with that thing some time, Lester muses.***4 p.m.“We need allies, if we’re going to take on the Bastion of Order.”  Baron Lillamere frowns.  “I think we should call in everyone we can think of who has a grudge against Law.”“That giant wizard guy,” Sybele exclaims.  She can’t remember his (or anyone else’s) name, but fortunately, Lillamere knows who she means.“Mabrack!” he declares.  “Yeah, he’s a good bet.”“And my honey,” she adds.“Thrush!  Yes, he is probably up for a little excitement after the boredom of guarding Brelana for a zee last few months.”  Gerontius smiles.“Perhaps the Eyebrarian would allow us to use the temporally accelerated demiplane,” Orbius says.“What about Arion?” suggests Alcar.  “He is a powerful wizard.”“He’s probably totally drunk right now,” Sybele chortles. “Where’s Veil at?  Has anyone seen her for a while?”  Lester asks.“Veil,” snorts Alcar.“Why not some demon princes?  They had an arch-devil,” Wankerman points out.Inoke shakes his head.  “Listen to what you’re saying.  You want to join up with a demon prince?  Just because he’s against Law doesn’t make him on your side, you know.  I think that’s a bad idea.  In fact, I think your whole attack on the Bastion of Law is a mistake.  Think about it: you’re going up against the likes of Marius and Prayzose.”“We’re not joining up with any demon princes,” Alcar barks.“We have to attack the Bastion,” Baron Lillamere says to Inoke.  “We gave our word.”“Some of you gave your word, I didn’t,” Inoke says firmly.  Lillamere sighs and nods.  “I know.”“I won’t go on the attack with you,” Inoke says for the umpteenth time.“I know,” the Baron sighs again.  “Listen, tomorrow I’ll superior teleport you to wherever you want to go.  What are you going to do?”Inoke shrugs and looks slightly lost.  “I don’t really know.  I guess I’ll take a vacation, maybe go home to Besta for a while or something.”“I can’t do this either,” Horbin states.  “Especially now that I’m a Bishop.  I can’t directly oppose Prayzose, he’s my High Priest.  And this attack is going to be uncomfortably close to opposing Galador Himself.”“Damn,” swears Gerontius.  “Well, at least we will have Alcar as our healer, eh?”Alcar looks thoughtful.  “Actually,” he says, “I was thinking about taking my followers and making a frontal assault while the rest of you try to sneak in.”“What!  No way!” the halfling cries.“We need a healer,” Chakar states. “Well, a distraction might-”“Not having a healer is going to get us all killed,” Sybele moans.“I thought-”“We need you, Alcar,” Chakar presses him.“All right,” the Angel of Food surrenders.“Well, even without demon princes, maybe we can find some chaotic extraplanar aid,” suggests Orbius.  “Perhaps some slaadi will accompany us or something.  Or eladrins.”“We could try my faction, in Sigil,” Wankerman says.  “I bet some of the guys would be willing to help us out.”“Another good idea,” Chakar nods.  “And perhaps- the simulacra?”Silence.“They hate Marius, after all,” the dwarven monk notes.  “And if my understanding is correct, they are quite powerful.”“Many are more powerful than the real guy himself,” Sybele states.“We’d better get to work,” Gerontius declares.***8 p.m., SigilLittle Alex is dispatched with a list of useful items that the party would like, and a handsome fee.  He also, unexpectedly, brings along his 15 year old sister Liz when the party summons him.  He seems to be trying to either set Liz up with one of our heroes romantically, or to engage her in some sort of financially rewarding work with our heroes.  (It is a little bit unclear, and perhaps it’s a bit of both.)  Nobody bites at that piece of candy, and the party gets right to work.When Orbius questions the Eyebrarian about using the demiplane, he discovers that it has been raided and trapped by Marius.  “Certainly, it is not safe now,” Orbius reports sadly.  “That could have simplified things a great deal.”“It’s a logical target,” Baron Lillamere says grimly.  We gave them too much time to prepare for us.  Damn it!!“We should rest for the night,” Gerontius states.  “In the morning, we will contact everyone for aid.”“I like it,” says Lillamere.  “Once we’re refreshed and our spells have returned, we’ll be ready.”“Maybe we can even make a scouting trip,” Lester adds eagerly.Exhausted from a day full of ambushes, our heroes sleep well that night.  They never truly relax, but they sleep.Next Time: Horbin and Inoke leave!  Allies flock to the cause!  The Day of the Appointment draws nigh- our heroes must attack!</blockquote>

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