Gardens and the Graves

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I don't want to be here! I didn't want to give anything to anyone! Giving away my blood, my magic, makes me weaker! There's a reason devils don't do it unless they get something out of it in return," Xylonos snaps. "They meant to condemn me to a slow death while they reaped the power from the wishes gone bad."

 

[Ashy]

"What did they want with these young'uns?" Grouse asks, unmoved by the devil's outburst of seeming emotion...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"What else to devils want? They want them. They corrupt, it's our nature. If they can bend them to their will, they can work their will on the world without raising suspicion. A harmless wish for a brother is granted, then perhaps one for a new toy. Perhaps they want a bully to go away. Power corrupts, and eventually they would pay a price, they would do our bidding," the devil says in a nasty tone.

 

[Ashy]

"Why these young'nus, specifically, devil?" There is an edge of steel in the thistle's voice...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"They have power. All places I've been sent, the children have had power within them. They will grow up to be great, and we want their greatness," the devil says with a sneer in his voice.

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*With that last comment from the devil, Oribella gasps with fright.*

What have I got into? To think I was feeling sympathy for this thing. She is in shock and displeased with herself for being swayed so easily. Turning she looks to the house wondering what greatness will come from those childern.
Damn, my soft heart. I almost let this evil out.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The devil turns himself in the well, and looks up at the fairies perched on the well's rim. He looks at them with sulfur-yellow eyes that burn with internal light, and licks his sharp, sharp teeth with his long serpant's tongue, leering at Oribella.*

"Let me out and I'll leave. I never wanted to be here," he says softly, and grips the iron bars with his massive taloned hands. The iron seers into his hands with a sizzling sound, and he lets out a low curse in the Infernal tongue.

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Oribella hardens her gaze as she turns to the devil.*

I think not! Let you out, Indeed! You said yourself it is your nature to corrupt. Whether you wanted to be here or not, how could one such as yourself turn from such an opportunity. She is beside herself with the mere thought of his reched hide loose on these grounds.

"You will be staying right where you are at, demon. So make yourself comfortable!" The ice in her voice is thick and palpable.

 

[Steve Gorak]

Sensing his binding spell coming close to an end, Tuk will cast a persistent circle binding spell (OCC: 8th level slot for 24h duration, BOEMIII p75).
Tuk then mutters: The devil is now stuck there for a full day. With a cold almost detached tone, Tuk then says: Shall will destroy him now?

 

[Ashy]

Grouse holds his tongue, letting the devil's words sink into the autumn fairy's head. 'She needs to see this thing for what it is', he thinks to himself. He nods at her words, agreeing with them silently.

He then looks to Tuk, "I am afraid that we'd be hard pressed ta do so, Tuk. A'sides, this whole thing stinks to high heaven - there's something amiss here. Why curse him? He seems more than willin' ta do what his Lords want... Somethin' just ain't addin' up..."