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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4694807" data-attributes="member: 21864">Chapter 18 - The Face of Baphomet (Part 1)Telkya looked nervously towards the double doors to the to the west and fingered the blade of her sword as she did so. She disliked watching alone but had insisted on taking her turn as everyone needed as much rest as they could after the battle with the demons and the terrible pillars. Now, they had withdrawn their camp to the gnoll’s shrine complex, though none camped in the altar chamber itself, and the doors were barricaded to the west with the table and chairs from the southern room.Telkya looked down the corridor to towards the southern chamber where Erlmoor, Lavren and Litiraan slept. Though she had taken her reverie earlier in the night, she had still not discerned how she truly felt about Lavren. He was a wild free spirit, a kindred to her own when she had the chance to get away from her brother, but she was still not sure whether she could allow him to court her. He had mentioned Sumith and called her an old friend but Telkya was sure that there was more to it than that. A roguish elf such as Lavren, who had made a fey pact that was now forbidden in Cormanthor surely had other lovers in his past. Sumith was surely one of them but Telkya was surprised that she had not heard the name before. House Strongbow was influential and the dalliances of its young scions would surely be the talk of the Elven Court. It seemed that House Strongbow had ways of keeping such matters quiet. Telkya mentally added this to her list of worries about Lavren. She would not be some brief dalliance for the elf that would be forgotten in a year or a decade. Telkya furrowed her brow and looked back to the western doors.As she did so, the elf maid felt rather than heard a terrible roar from beyond the barred portals. As she leapt to her feet with her sword in hand, a huge minotaur barrelled through the doors and into the corridor. Telkya raised her sword but without heeding her, the minotaur rushed through the elf maid, leaving a cold feeling that pierced her heart. She glanced at the door and saw that the doors and the furniture used to barricade them were untouched by the minotaur’s passage. Whatever the creature was, it had passed straight through the wood as it had passed through her. Telkya turned around to her the left to follow where the minotaur had gone and found that it had rushed into the chamber where the gnoll priestess had slept. There, it stopped before Dulvarna who slept on the bed and Enlishia who slept on the floor. Raising it huge fists to the ceiling, the minotaur let forth a tormented wail of rage and anguish. Dulvarna and Enlishia jerked awake and stared at the creature but no sooner had it finished its tortured wail, it vanished as if it had never been.“What was that?” Telkya gasped as she stepped into the room.“I have no idea,” answered Enlishia groggily.“Well let us hope it does not come back,” said Telkya.Dulvarna and Enlishia nodded their agreement and smiled comfortingly at Telkya. Nervously, the elf maid made her way back to her position just inside the double doors and sat back down. She spent the rest of the night with her gaze fixed on the doors and her ears keenly listening for the sound of any more disturbances but none came.</blockquote>

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