Tyche was hesitant to use telepathy since his mind felt like a hot iron had been prodded into it just a moment ago. So instead he just waited for things to unfold.

I am Valor-Ras, your greatest champion, and I was once Grand Constable of this place. I was one of the finest inquisitors against the Mad that this Realm has ever seen. I know evil, Crailek, and I know spite - I know maliciousness and envy and greed - and this man, he has them all. Kill him.

Crailek freezes, not quit looking at either of them. Then his eyes narrow and he looks at the fish. "Are you kidding? You are a damned Inquisitor? Why would I ever have one of those bigoted freaks as a champion?!" He spat out the word Inquisitor as if it were poison to him, and begins o glare at the little fish angrily.

Tyche wondered a bit. "Not to come between you and the fish... but shouldn't you do something about fixing all those seals I broke. I mean, it literally felt like I smashed through a spiked lead-door head first. And if that was when I WASN'T even in existence, since teleporting completely makes me metaphysical. If your not worried, I suggest we explore the place. Seems fun, telepathic angry fish and all."

Crailek shrugs. "I seem to have lost my Psionic proficiency. And I doubt this fish will wanna help now. So unless you want to fix it, I guess I'll just have to have some fun with the guards later."
He nods to the door he had come from. "There's a big fishbowl in there, and some more stairs, with a locked door I can't get through. So I suggest we go the other way if need be."

"If its locked from the other side I should be able to teleport past it in a couple hours, but besides teleporting I seem to be back up to par." He looked around for any other doors they could go through, if there were any details he could see that were out of place.

The room was divided. One one side of the room were administration desks, littered with ancient paper, while on the other tall bookcases held heavy tomes and mysterious vials. At the end of the room was a statue, depicting a mythologised version of Crailek, it seemed, crushing a squid under his foot.

Besides that.. there was a stairway leading down, into the darkened catacombs of the place.

Kill him, Crailek. He is the deceiver. He is a Mad God, I know it! Destroy him!

Tyche felt a little better. He could use his teleportation abilities again, but anything too heavy will snap his fragile physical form and kill him. He best be careful until he is fully recharged.

Crailek nods to Tyche. "Just take your time. It's probably best if you don't die, eh?"
He begins walking towards the stairs down, talking to the fish as he goes. "Hey, Valor-Ras? I wouldn't kill him for being a Mad God. If anything, I applaud him and would ask how he did it. But seeing as he is obviously not homicidal, trying to convert me, or oh-so power hungry, I do not think he is a Mad God."

Tyche got back up, still holding his head a bit, and followed Crailek. "Mad gods, sane gods, no difference really, its strict governments that are the big evil now." He says mistaking Crailek talking to the fish for talking to him. Tyche made sure Crailek was moveing down the hall first What are the odds that there is a trap on the stairs? He thought to himself.

The odds were extremely low.

What? exclaimed the fish, outraged. You - you imposter! Lord Crailek would never, never speak such blasphemy! Oh, how you will pay, devil!

Tyche looked at the fish. "The fish seems angery now... I'm not going to read its mind, but I mean, its raditating anger..."

Crailek shrugs, and continues toward the stairs. "And where did you get the info that I was ever such a 'good' entity? I am the real Crailek, the first to have come around. If you witnessed me being a bitch of the inquisitors, then that was the imposter, not me."

There was silence from the fish.

Just silence.

Tyche wondered just how long these stairs were...

Not that long.

Soon they'd reached the first underground level; apparently, once a storeroom of some sort. A weapons room. Steel blades, some rusted, littered the floor, along with maces, chains, bludgeons, whips, hammers, lances, and all manner of instruments designed for killing and maiming. There were, of course, more stairs leading down at the end of the room.

Tyche had fully regained his ability to teleport.

Tyche went over inspecting the weapons looking for magical residue. "Does the fish know anything about this?"

"Nope. He isn't talking much. I think I pissed him off." He looks around at the weapons with mild interest, though not expecting to find anything very interesting. He walks towards the next stairs while looking.

Tyche doesn't pick up any obvious signs of magical residue - as the entire Tower is drenched in arcane energies, with the breaking of the seals and all of that, it was very difficult to distinguish individual sources of sorcerous power.

Crailek doesn't find anything especially interesting - exactly what you'd expect to find.

As he reaches the staircase he notices something etched into the wall along it's side, a message - recently scribed?

All those who enter beg the Fates for a merciful death.

The fish was silent, but radiated a sense of fury.

Crailek smiles. "Sounds fun."
He enters, quite calmly.

(Tyche?)

"Actually I think I'll stay up here... I have a bad feeling about down there. Like several like myself were torture and killed there... and there might be some residue."

I'll connect our minds, give me the OK if you don't think there is anything really down there.

Crailek turns and shrugs at Tyche. "Meh, probably. But if this was my tower, good chance I was the one torturing, no? In which case, either it's empty, or I'll meet myself. Win-Win." He then heads back and starts down the stairs.

Inside the room, the smell of rotting flesh overcame Crailek. There was a single orb in the center of the room, glittering blue and hovering several feet above the stone floor. Dead corpses, some obviously ancient and some - somehow - seemingly only a few days old, littered the room. There was a heavy buzzing coming from the orb.

Hey... I'm getting positively board standing here. I'm going to head out okay? I'm going to check out another tower (but first I'm going to shield my mind against the damn wards). Sorry about the intrusion before. With that Tyche began to consider what he might need for a "mind shielding" ritual to protect against the sort of wards that he might encounter by teleporting into a place like that.

((Since we are in separate places can you do it like the valley and "repeat" for him and a keep going for me, also since I'm just thinking?))

Tyche was only a Conjurer, and had no real concept of what such a mind shielding ritual would entail; he couldn't conjure anything powerful enough.

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Inside the room, the smell of rotting flesh overcame Crailek. There was a single orb in the center of the room, glittering blue and hovering several feet above the stone floor. Dead corpses, some obviously ancient and some - somehow - seemingly only a few days old, littered the room. There was a heavy buzzing coming from the orb.