Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Xirce and Ventus
Corridor near the mindflayer territory
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"I'm incidentially all for taking holy symbols off of people." Xirce enthused at something Kaila had suggested earlier, eying Lior uncertain.
"Out of the question. I shall retrieve my replacement symbol posthaste too."
"Geesh, come on, counting Vel as Un-holy symbol I feel everyone has one of these things. Perhaps I should make an unholy symbol of Xirce. Vel, remind me to hire an artist for that later." The succubus needed, twirling her burning blade and blowing on it, which apparently was enough to disspel the flames, as she sheathed her blade and her armor began.. it looked almost as if it was growing over her slowly.
When Kaila put to consideration the chair matter, Xirce tipped her chin, clearly not having considered it..
"But.. why'd they swing chairs at me, I'm amazing... but hey, whatevs, you break away, just remember to give her a break from time to time. Get it? Get it?" Ventus meanwhile looked over to Vel with an ice cold gaze.
"I'm tainted enough to not also desire to invite the influence of demons. As.. fascinating as your creative fantasy there is, I have to decline."
Xirce just grinned.
"Orcus is a big fat meanie anywhoo. Zura on the other hand.. " Xirce tipped her chin..
"Was that the one with the two heads?"
"A demonic vampire if I recall right." "Oh yeah, I knew that!" Ventus only raised her eyebrows at Xirces antics, as the succubus grinned at Lena.
"Only natural to be impressed by The Xirce!.. trust me, getting a hold of this magic wasn't easy, damn devilfucks.. Egh, thinking of Baator ruined my mood, lets do the escape thing first."
"Hmnn.. so you desire children.. Perhaps we should form an alliance, I shall let you have Lena if you assist me in a matter that.." "Deal!" The Deathknight sighed at the grinning succubus. Had Lena just been traded away to a demonic fate?
Ventus focus shifted either way, as Dasyra finally answered, brining a soft smile and shake from Ventus in response.
"'t was not enthusiasm of my own design. But your iron will shall serve you well, it is what it takes to endure the eons." Ventus nodded solemnly. Perhaps a close observer would note with how much ease the Deathknight overcame the shock of being freed from the Ilithids control and what she had done under their control, almost as if the feeling was familiar to her..
She did however blush at Dasyras suggestion that she might be blessed with child, coughing in an uncharacteristic display of almost innocence.
"Something the matter?" The Deathknight inquired, now towards Asheroth, who she had noticed had been staring at her. The Deathknights practiced eyes wandered over Asheroth.
"Ah. You find yourself in strange company, sword of valor. .. And I concur, we should head back rather than indulge in pointless blander, but fleeing mindlessly might lead us into danger too. I can do this one more time afterwards." Ventus explained, twirling her icy sword, planting it into the ground, a secondary wall of ice rising swiftly, enforcing the first.
Lior meanwhile spotted that, coincidentially, apparently this Lena person was carrying a bundle of her things. Also, her handlers command to go after these people was still in effect, without further commands coming right now, though she could feel a telephatic searching for her mind that, out of a strange instinct, she chose to evade, for now.
"Hmnn.. so, if I understand fully this priest used to be on our side, but was captured, and apparently partially brainwashed." "Yeah, hmnn we could kill her, you animate her, that'd override their control, aye?"
"We don't have the time. Listen priestess, I am Ventus Nightsong, I promise to answer your questions, but not right now, not here, for now, we need hurry along, if you desire to find your lost way once more, find within you the strength to follow us." The Deathknight nodded.
"Alright bitches, what are we waiting for! Time to get out fast as can!" "No, we should do everything in our power to slow down our pursuers further." It seemed Xirce and Ventus struggled with a common course of leadership, leaving you to decide the pace of your retreat, as Xirce dashed ahead with a grin on her lips.
Ventus, The deathknight meanwhile chuckled slightly, gently putting Dasyra and her blade down before slamming her hands together.
"I guess this corridor is wide enough.. Come forth, old friend." With that she first raised her hands up, then crouched to the ground, pushing them down on the ground, the impact having an oddly hollow sound, as the shadows gathered around Ventus, the ice in her eyes flickering...
The horse that formed was dark, forming out of shadows and fire. If she had met this creature in the wildernis Dasyra would have been worried, if not scared. A black unicorn. A powerful, dark body, cracking with fire. As it was, the elf had little choice but find herself lifted up, saddleless, as many elves prefered to ride, upon the dark horses back, feeling its hot warmth. A warmth that maybe even slightly envigorated her, but, she had to wonder, could not be pleasant for the horses actual rider.
Nonetheless, Ventus mounted the horse after her, commanding the horse with an elfish word for 'Run', while behind them, the wall of ice cracked under some form of assault. The dark Unicorn picked up speed and Ventus couldn't help but remark.:
"Come on, make haste!" As she passed the Arch-succubus, that already huffed and puffed, a little out of breath.
One way or the other, the group fled towards Ventus fortress of Everfrost, no creature of the underdark insane enough to stop a Deathknight charging upon a fallen unicorn, with Ventus actually stopping once, waiting for the last to catch up to the group and creating a final wall of ice, this one actually cracking a little at the edge, before she pushed on.
To those that hadn't been to it, which at this point was the majority of the group, Ventus ice fortress announced itself by a drop in temperature, before it was even in sight. When they neared it, there was an immediate resemblance to the Death knight, a large wall, half covered in ice, an ancient fortress, frozen, lost in time, Ventus actually rushing ahead, dismounting her horse and leaving Dasyra with a whispered promise of being back soon. Any that followed her would see Ventus head to the other end of the fortress, and insist she check on the defenses of the fortress alone. Meanwhile, those arriving later would find themselves greated by.. a ghostly butler.
"Oh geesh, a lot of guests. I shall prepare tea. Any preferances. Lady Xirce, please don't set anything ablaze." "Heh, wont promise I will not."
"Charming. Lady Ventus has gone to check on the defenses, the living can not accompany her, as the influence of the creatures beyond the wall mutate you in horrible ways and.."
"Actually!" Xirce raised a finger, interrupting the ghost.
"I know those messed up fuckos are best fought by undead, but! I know a way to protect you from that nonsense.. because I ! am! THE AMAZING! Xirceeeeee....
Only works on demons though. Well, I guess, part demon blood works. " She eyed Lena and grinned.
"And having enough demonic pumped into you will do too.. Anywhoo. So Lior, how are you doing?" Xirce grinned, pat-patting the priestess back. A priestess that would notice the slave outfit she was in was ill fit for the cold.
"For Avernus sake, paladin, just cast lesser restoration on her, clearly the mindflayers have drained her mind." Ventus came rushing back, looking over at the others, from caressing Dasyras cheek and gently helping her down off the horse. She was outfitted in an armor once more, apparently a replacement, though, she did not carry her blade with her right now.
"Come on inside. I'll have Lyra procure chairs for you all. I guess after all this trouble, introductions are in order.. and those of you that wish, I guess I shall share my tale with you now.. I owe you that much after the mindflayer chaos." "Alternative idea, those that don't want to listen up, I'll heat up some of those dusty old bedrooms I know V got going on and I'll tell you how to make out proper!"
"Right.. Fear not, for now, we shall be safe within my domain. Let us rest, recover, then make plans.. we need to learn about our enemies soon." Ventus nodded, then focused mainly on Dasyra, her shadow-unicorn slowly fading away.
"But first, you are even more important. I like the look in your eyes my beloved." she cooed softly, once more picking Dasyra up into a bridal carry, but now with a calm, strong grip, rather than haste.
The Large gates to Everfrost open by a handwave of Ventus, a chilly rushing of air greets you as you enter a long throne-room, with corridors going to the left and right. There is a small, simplistic throne at the end of the hall, slightly elevated, a harp to its left, and Ventus blade in a weapon stand with odd glowing runes to the right. Corridors lead off to the left and right and there are no windows. There is a total of three chairs, though a rather well preserved and for some reason humming zombie girl is busy dragging a fourth one inside.
Ventus steps inside, taking place upon the throne, with Dasyra upon her lap.
Xirce meanwhile saunters in, winks, nudging her thumb to the right corridor, apparently heading upstairs to a set of bedrooms. If no one followed her immediatly, she'd peek back down, sulk slightly, quickly hide that, and slap her bottom, in an odd mixture of seduction and trying to invite others to follow her, though she didn't command anyone.
The ghostly butler, Sylvie, she introduced herself if any questioning looks were cast her way, meanwhile floated around, waiting to take requests for refreshments.
(In the chaos Lena lost her grapling hook and grooming kit. nues!)