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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Seravin" data-source="post: 2831150" data-attributes="member: 6783">Hurried ActivitiesBalraj seethed at the intrusion even as he fled through the astral places of the desecrated church.  Some would call his flight cowardice but Balraj viewed the retreat as an expedient necessity.  He had little doubt that he could defeat the mortal Sarathians now that he was able to manifest his full power without regard to witnesses; especially since the woman from the Blue Gorgon was not with them.Likewise Balraj was confident in the face of the avorals.  If they were the strongest divine emissaries he and his brothers would have to face then the gods had already given up on the city and there would be much pain and agony to savor in the coming days.  It had been a long, long time since he had plucked the feathers from a guardian angel. More scout than warrior the avorals represented little more than an annoyance.The might of the mortals and the angels combined however gave the devil pause.  No one in the city had tested the might of theses humans in many days.  Certainly they were easily tricked but the priest had managed to discern his true form beneath his mortal disguise.  In truth it was just barely possible that the angels and mortals together could have killed him.  Maybe.So Balraj stepped into the astral to find his brothers, Foruk and Yyntod.---Foruk was upstairs in the office chambers with the woman-priest.  Not the high-priestess herself but her lieutenant.  Balraj hadn’t bothered to learn her name though Foruk undoubtedly knew it.  Foruk viewed torture as an art form that required working not only with the flesh and mind of the victim but with the spirit as well.  Foruk favored priests as his principle medium as they had the spiritual fortitude to make long-lasting works.Foruk, disguised as the mortal priest Jared, spat and turned as Balraj appeared within the room.  “I asked you not to bother me Brother.  She is not ready for display as of yet for I have barely had time to whisper to her all of her sins.”  The devil sighed.  “Now I shall have to start all over.”There was a whimper from the bed and the devil allowed himself a satisfied smile.Balraj shook his head with impatience.  “They are here brother.” he said shortly.Foruk paused and then grinned.  “Let us find our other sibling then.  He is in the large room of meetings with the priestling and the sorceror-pawn.”---Yyntod, in the guise of the wizardess Jallarzi, gazed with interest at the pulsing globe of violet light floating some three feet over the wide table.  Various other colors pulsed within the radiance and the shape would occasionally deform however there was little else that revealed the power inherent in the dimensional extrusion.  The wet, throaty sounds from the corner of the room and the thin film of clear slime covering the walls ample were evidence that there was power in the ball of light.  The remains of the Latinan acolytes were making that horrific, bubbly sound and the slime had been their extracted sanity.  Yyntod wondered what else he could do with the globe.The priestling, a servant to Aruk and of so little power that Yyntod had not even bothered to learn his name, looked at the corner and then to the illithid-pawn sorceror.  “Send that thing away.”  He snapped.  Yyntod refrained from shaking his headThe sorceror smiled beatifically, though the madness in his eyes was still apparent.  “Of course.  The song is not meant for you anyway.  Not until the cerebrotic seed has expanded even further.”  The sorceror looked to the corner and uttered a series of squeals and clicks.Any further conversation was cut short by two small pops of displaced air.  Balraj and Foruk, still in their human Sarathian guises appeared by the door to the room.  Balraj gaze flicked about the room dismissively before settling on Yyntod.  “They are here, in the nave,” announced the devil.Disguised as Jallarzi, Yyntod’s smile was chilling.  “Excellent,” purred the disguised devil.  “Let us prepare for battle” he commanded the two humans.---Baob and Ferd stepped into the entryway from out of nowhere, each graced with a visible halo of power.  The holy aura had gained the avorals the instant respect and unquestioning obedience of the priests outside the walls.  The angelic guardians looked about the entryway and settled their gaze upon the young woman organizing the evacuation even as they reached out to take the hands of the faithful and lead them from the damned and damaged temple.  If they saw anything of note about the young woman they kept it to themselves as they smiled comfort to milling humans.</blockquote>

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