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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3032268" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #357] The Trouble with Demons[/PLAIN]"Should I go take a peek into that room invisibly?" Huzair asked. He opened the flap on his Handy Haversack and reached inside. "I've got an everburning torch in here that I could toss into the room.""Using the dwarf's logic, I suggest we hug a wall," Ayremac said, forestalling the mage. "Is it to the right or left, Karak?""The right," Morier answered."Well, then lads and lassies, let us off to the right," Karak said, rapping his waraxe oce on the stone floor. "Shamalin, does your goddess leave you room to cure this fatigue o' mine." Shamalin stifled a yawn and shook her head."I fear that only rest will help that, Karak," the cleric explained sadly."Keep an eye on that wound, Karak," Ayremac cautioned. "Why would a door have a trap that caused only a minor wound if not to deliver a poison or an apothecary's concoction of some kind?"  The dwarf nodded, flexing the fingers of that hand experimentally."Aye. I'll be keeping an eye out for me small wound, here. I do nae trust the contagion I may get down 'ere any more that ye do," Karak favored the holy warrior with a wink that seemed to say, 'you can't poison a dwarf' and then he pointed at the albino. "I do trust that Morier, here, knows how to identify the keys when we se 'em. So let's get to it."Huzair scowled and thrust the everburning torch back inside his traveler's back. His dark fingers momentarily caressed The Valliant Vessel Shipping and Trading Company logo that was worked in gold onto the bag's clasp. "Well, even if you don't want to go into that room I still plan to blink to keep an eye out for ethereal threats," he said, activating the ring before anyone could protest.As before Huzair experienced the strange stuttering interplay of the Prime Material and the Ethereal Planes and as before it took him a few moments to orient himself to seeing slices of both realities. He could catch enough of his companion's stammered conversation to gather that they were debating the value of retreating to one of the rooms that they'd already cleared upstairs and resting until morning.Whenever morning was; it was damned difficult to tell in these tunnels. But the plan got Huzair's vote in any case since he still had designs on that shortsword he'd seen upstairs. The level of magic powering the blade was simply too great to be ignored. And he could send in his Unseen Servant to get it since it wouldn't trigger any pressure plates in the floor when it-His thoughts were snapped instantly back to reality when he noticed that his presence on the Ethereal Plane had attracted the attention of an enormous creature that looked like nothing so much as the unholy cross-breed of a vulture and a man. Its sinewy body was covered with a chaotic mess of feathers but the head it craned around to look at the mage was naked like that of a carrion bird. Its eyes burned with malice."A Type I demon!" Huzair thought in horror. What time he'd devoted to learning about the planes was mostly spent reading Garan-zak's out-dated manual of monsters. He knew that the more proper name for this creature was Vrock, but the old fashioned designations he'd read in his youth still stuck in his mind.Before he could do much more than register the Vrock's sudden appearance, it gestured at him and he felt a powerful telekinetic force thrust him violently into Morier with enough strength to knock both men prone.Then the Vrock plane-shifted to the Prime screeching a battlecry.-------------------------OOC: It was at this point, I think, that Huzair's player finally realized that every time he blinked he was attracting demonic attention.</blockquote>

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