Without the demon, the inside of the room is almost cheery.  Except for the three bodies which have been mutilated, their gore and insides thrown everywhere, the room still reeking from the odor of their innards.  But there is a rather cute little end table with the most adorable flower arrangement that somehow escaped getting smashed in the carnage.

There's also a ladder headed to the top of the tower.  But who cares about that?

No.  You head out a door to the north which leads to...

A causeway.  It appears this causeway links to another tower ahead. See map Group 2

But before you can groan, Chandanar points.  The causeway runs across the roof of the gatehouse building.  You could climb over the sides and on to the roof.  There are three chimney stacks in the southwest corner. Past them you should be able to look down on to the much longed for courtyard.

Of course, you could head over to the tower on the far side of the causeway.  Your call.

Selvin stared for a moment. After a pause he shrugged. "Welp. I'm gonna go see what's in the courtyard at this time. In this...time burp. Or real time. Or whenever we are." He made a face and shook his head.

Before he left, however, he took a moment to cast another 'healing' spell on the blue partially see-through eidolon surrounding him. More of the wounds and tears sealed over and the creature looked much better than it had.

He gave a nod and flew along the roof to where he could see the courtyard.

20:59, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 22 using 3d10+10.  Rejuvenate Eidolon.

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 2):

The view below is pretty much along the lines you've seen thus far in this timeline...lots and lots of dead bodies.  The difference here is the dragon that's eating them.

It's a long thin black dragon with silvery hues accenting it's darkness at various points.  A long 'beard' flows from it's under jaw.  And around it's neck is tied a long, silver chain.

The dragon picks up a few bodies and pops them into it's maw, like a man popping candied walnuts into his mouth, and chews as it looks around, apparently in deep contemplation.

Selvin's eyes went wide and he froze for a few seconds. Then he quickly and quietly made his flying way back to the group. He spoke quietly, "So. Um. Yeah. Gargoyles?" He shook his head. "Not so much." He spread his hands out. "BLACK DRAGON eatin' people? Definitely. So. If we go, we'd have t'be verrrrrryyyy careful."

No kidding about careful. "Do we think it's him? The one whos skull caused this whole mess in the first place?" He wondered briefly if they could get to see the time period where he was taken down by the legendary sword - then again, these times changed so often that probably not. Maybe their best bet was to trace their steps back - see if they could find a way past the ambush now that things had obviously changed - then again, they had no idea when the message had even been passed along to watch out for them. "Should we go invisible for this one?"

In reply to Izzick (msg # 5):

That's not him.  I mean the 'him' him that possessed your queen. That's Kazovon  Laoris looks deep in thought.  That halfling said something about Excelebraxas.  That was one of the Kazovon's advisors.  He probably survived the massacre.  Or has up to this point.

As if on cue, there's shouts from below.  A quick peek shows that several more of the silvery paladin types like the guy you just encountered have invaded the courtyard.  The dragon is rearing back, about to fight them.

Laoris claps her hands together.  Okay.  This may sound like a reeeeeeeeeaaaaallly bad idea.  But hear me out.  What if we help Excelebraxas out?  I mean. He might have some intel.  Right?

Selvin listened as Izzick spoke and his face brightened. But then his hopes were dashed. He got a weird look on his face the more the crazy lady talked, veering in to the face of someone who didn't think something was a good idea. "Yeah but....what if he just...y'know...instead o'talkin' t'us...just decided t'like...EAT US instead??" His lip curled up. "Fightin' dragons ain't high on my t'do list, just sayin'."

Izzick grimaced at the thought, then his eyebrows piqued in interest for a moment like he was considering it. "If I could protect us from his breath...well at least then we'd only have to deal with his claws, teeth, and tail." Was it a particularly good idea still? Probably not, but there were at least precautions they could take. "Maybe we should see how this goes," he said, watching on to the fight. Was this going to last long? Was this going to be one-sided? This certainly didn't seem to be the way the dragon died.

In reply to Izzick (msg # 8):

While the silvery fellows give what-for, it's pretty one sided.  Excelebraxas does have a few oozing wounds by the time he's popped the last one's head off and drunk the insides like honey mead.

He sits back on his haunches when he's done, eyes slowly closing.  Taking a deep breath, he looks up at the sky. In a voice that sounds like thunder going off under the ocean, he rumbles apparently to no one in particular, "Now what?  The plan is over.  Where do we go from here?"

Chandanar glances at Laoris, who just shrugs and shakes her head.

Excelebraxas closes his eyes and seems to become lost in thought.

Selvin looked at Izzick when the half-orc spoke up. He weighed the words, though his face spoke lightly of incredulity. He looked at the other two. Then he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Fiiiiiine."

He flew out towards the dragon and no sound came out the first time he tried to speak. He quietly cleared his throat. "Excuse me, mighty Excelebraxas?" He swallowed. "Might my allies and I have a word with you?"

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 10):

For a moment the dragon doesn't stir.  Then he sighs and one eye pops open, fixing on Selvin.

"Can't you see I'm having a reverie?  Oh, to hell with it.  What is on your mind little elf?  Have you too come to die in my gullet?  No.  You do not look like you came with the f-fools..."

The dragon's body starts to spasm and he then begins to cough.  Thick globs of black dragon blood fly across the courtyard and land hither and yon, sizzling as they come in to contact with anything and everything.

"Pardon me.  I'm dying.  Well?  What would you have of me in my final moments?"

Back on the rooftop, Laoris' eyes go wide.  "No!  We can't let him die!"  She grabs Chandanar's arm.  "Please! Save him!"

Chandanar looks at her and then over the top of her head at Izzick  "Is she high?  She's high, isn't she?"