The Citadel is active for this time of night, though if the High Lady has been informed via magic then it makes sense that she would already have her plans in motion.

At the entrance, you spot two figures giving commands to a group of Inquistors and knights that are in similar atire to Markus. The first of the pair is a man in black armour, his face is hidden behind his fiendish helm and the red glow from his eyes add to his presence, the design of his armour and the markings upon it label him as a high ranking officer if not the head of this order of knights.

The other is the High Lady; the leader of the Inquisiton and second in power to only The Emeperor, she stands to the knights side and her raven hair hangs around her shoulders and a pair of horns are extend from her head giveing away her heritage and the dark black wings extending from her back however are an oddity among Tieflings however, marking her connection to the power of ther Erinyes.

She is dressed in deep reds with black highlights and wearing her badge of office on the front of her attire and she turns her attention towards you as you fly within her vision and she smiles and calls out "Do come down sister, the Lich did say you were on route to give the full report."
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Makaria alighted upon the stone before the entrance.

"Indeed High Lady."

She gave a respectful salute with her war glaive, as was the custom of her people.

"We exterminated a nest of Pelorites that had taken route within the city near the docks.  Somehow the fools had managed to equip themselves with explosive powders.  Their stores detonated during the battle, but from the soul of one of the corpses the Lich was able to extract their true intentions.  The flameworks were meant to be a distraction, drawing forth our forces here so that they could launch a full scale attack upon the Citadel.  Despite their plans of a distraction being thwarted, the Lich imagines an assault is still likely."

Tisiphone smiles wickedly "Ah Pelor, ever the fool. I had recived reports of illegal summonings these last few weeks, and also being stopped." she then puts a finger to her lips in thought "Did you do battle with a Celestial being perchance?" the eyes of Hell Knight next to her flare up at this question.

"We did"

Makaria said slowly.

"Though it did not prove to be much of a challenge.  Perhaps a lesser species of some sort."

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12:58, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  Insight.

Why is she asking about Celestials?

The High Lady has always been hard to read, and her words and he meaning behind them very few have even found more than a little understanding of. However her mention of illegal summoning, could suggest that she has recived reports of other Celestial forces coming forth, leading to the assumption of more of what you faced being directly under the will of Pelor.

"My concern would be that the warehouse at which we intervened was not the only stock of explosive powder.  Not that you need a lecture on tactics from a Telmarian, but spreading your forces slightly so that they are not all concentrated in one central point might be advisable."

The armoured Hellknight lets out a chuckle "Those that just left? Novices that would die in the opening exchanges of a real battle." as he speaks the smell of burning ozone fills the air and the sound of crackling arcane power can be heard and at the bottom of the stairs a tear appears and several cultists step through the opening portal.

"Right on schedule." though his helmet hides his facial features you can tell he has a smile on his face, he walks down the steps drawing a dealy lookinh mave and a shield with the face of a devil design.

The High Lady does not move, but instead plants a hand the Hellknight's shoulder as he turns away; placing a spell upon him as he moves on. She holds a hand out to Makaria a if to say Don't dissapoint. and lines up a crossbow at an approching Cultist.

Makaria said nothing, instead just unhooking her black mask from its sheath and clicking it into place over her visage.  As she did so, twin tendrils of darkness and shadow erupted from her shoulders, writhing and growing to encase her wings in flickering shadow.  She leapt into the air, but rather than rising high above the fray as she had before she swooped low to the ground, diving the nearest Pelorite with her war glaive bared.  She hissed under her breath...

"Aggra'kezos."

.. and matching tendrils of darkness began to creep at the edges of reality around her prey.  She dove, but at the last moment she pulled up, her wings taking a massive scoop of air that brought her just short of the cultist.  Gripping her war glaive with both hands, she swung it upwards in a mighty ark, shouting her fell magic to the sky as she did so.

"Kothar'arradzi!"

The words were familiar and yet new, and as she uttered them the blade of her glaive pulsed with that same thrumming beat.  The void shone within her spell gliave, streaking forth with the strength of her cut and striking the hapless cultist.  The very fabric of the universe pulsed twice in rapid succession, the beating of an arcane heartbeat...

...and the cultist's chest turned into a fine red mist, a tangle of limbs crashing into the wall forty feet away from her.

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Makaria's opening attacknot only knocks the Pelorite off their feet but burns a hole in their robes and right through the torso; completly cauterizing the wound as the eldritch engergy sears through them.

The Commander confidently steps into the fray, his mace strikes the first cultist within his reach and as it does so a flash of devilish hellfire erupts on contact as a previously prepared spell is unleashed. The corpse of the cultist falls the ground charred and blackend, as he brings the heavy mace back around to strike once again as the previous spectacle is repeated and the target of this batch of Hellfire staggers backwards, their body failing to realise the fact they are dead. He finally lashes out with his large, spiked, devil faced shield which he proceeds to channel the dark energies of his deity, even the spikes on the shield appear to extend and dig themselves deeper into their target.

The cultist; knowing his death is near, makes to strike at the Hellknight Commander but before he can do anything a whip flashes forward and slices open his jugular as the High Lady makes her presence known in this battle, she gives the Commander a sultry look "Don't tire yourself out on the fodder my dear, things have only just begun after all."

Makaria landed, but kept her mask on.  This was more than just a single skirmish.

"Where shall we mount our defense, High Lady?"