Porto retrieves his healing wand from his pack and activates it twice, once on Hennessey and once more on himself. The magic closes their wounds, leaving the halfling looking whole again, while Hennessey carries only a minor cut—which has thusly scabbed over.
Stan stops over the rapidly decaying body of one of the devils and adds its sword to his pack, feeling the blade might be magical. As he picks it up, he cannot deny its masterwork quality; however it does not seem to carry an enchantment. The armor, on the other hand, aside from it appearing on the devil's body following it being slain, radiates the expected magical impression.
And, as Porto touches the armor as he considers picking it up, the suit shrinks down to fit one of his size. When Hennessey picks it up for him, it grows to fit someone of medium size.
"A common trait among magical armor," Demios says when he notices the three of you watching.
"I believe it was a dwarven master who figured it out, maybe a millennia ago? In any case, are we ready?" With that, Hennessey collects the suit of armor and other masterwork sword and packs them away in his pack.
Climbing the stairs to the entrance hall, the ring of battle echoes down from the upper levels of the tower above. With the din comes faint traces of some odd, pungent odor—one Stan quickly recognizes as alchemical.
"Your mother-in-law uses this tower as a research facility," Demios says before any of you ask. He twirls his double-bladed sword a couple of times and leads you into the hall.
Rows of pillars support the vaulted ceiling in this chamber, which is an impressive 20 or 25-feet high. A large stair case adorns the northern section of this area, a flight leading up and a flight leading down. The way down appears to be sealed by some ancient cave-in.
The pillars are worn and impossibly old, their decorative carvings having been rubbed smooth by ages of exposure to the harsh Abyssal elements (there isn't a door leading outside, just a wide passageway). Although infernal, the architecture holds some kind of Material undertone, leaving you all the feeling that this tower was not originally constructed on here in the Abyss.
You are not allowed enough time to ponder these perceptions, however, because as you enter you find the floor littered with slain demons. If it weren't for the droning battle-cries above, you might have thought the battle had ended; but to whose favor?
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