The return to the Lich's tower is uneventful, and almost immediately the Lich appears before you as you enter the main hall "Excellent, you return in a timely manner, and I approve of your handywork if that corpse yu bring with you is anything to go by." the smile the Lich gives you is a little unsettleing but this is no surprise.

With a wave of his hand the Lich magically lifts the body from its carrier "If any of you are interested in watching me work feel free to stick around. I've already sent my appriciation to your masters and patrons and I'm sure they'll be interested to hear your accounts of this eve. But before you go, know that I owe you more than just payment so if you require my expertise in the future, feel free to drop by."

Being dismissed in this manner is nothing new, but you feel that it is likely that whatever the Lich learnd will not be the end of it and that more still needs to be done. After all you are sure that six cultists was not all Pelor can muster.

"I would see what secrets the dead yield."

Makaria said, placing her glaive almost reverently along the wall.

"I'd love to see you work." Lilith purrs as she follows behind Makaria and the Lich, the sensual grace back in her walk now that the serious work is done, at least for now.

She looks over her shoulder at Nyenna and winks and there is much promised in that simple gesture.

At the Lich's approval, Nyenna grins right back, though her predatory smile can't quite match the undead man's at being unsettling. "S'my pleasure. I live to painfully slaughter the Empire's enemies, 'n' I'm sure most of us would agree."

She returns Lilith's wink, and remains in the room as the Lich prepares his ritual.

Orson's grin slips a bit, and he shifts on his feet as he replies "Well, guess I may as well see what the bastard has to say. Appreciate the kind words, by the by."

Xul relinquished his parcel with no complaint, watching the others offer to stay and watch he himself shook his head, "I go to get healing, the words of dead weak meat or the process of shamans holds no meaning to me." Nodding respectfully to the lich the lizardman turned and would seek out healing for the wounds he had recieved during the final battle...

Markus nods to the group and takes his leave. He too needed to rest and thank his lord Asmodeus for delivering victory. "Well fought all, the inquisitors chose wisely." He places his hand on his chest and returns to his chambers.

The Lich begins his preperations for the ritual, as he does so the door swings open; in the doorway stands a tall dark haired women, her hair reaches down past her waist, she wears a long coat with many pockets and a wide brimmed hat. At her sides are many pistols and on one of her pockets is a badge of office within the Inquisition "Good, looks like I'm not going to miss the show." she walks into the room, looking at the remaining occupants she stops next to Nyenna and gives her an approving grin and says somthing useing odd words  she then gives Makaria a tip of her hat, pauses a few seconds staring a Lilith with a grin and gives Orson a wink and a quick salute "Relessa Initari, Inquistor Lord and this ones teacher." she says lightly bumping Nyenna on the shoulder with a fist.

"Ah, then we may finally get a straight answer."

Makaria said, returning the nod with a slight one of her own.

"Your protege decided to pick a fight for all of us with a man named Ricart, in service to Mathias Arllen, Marquis of Thèràlon."

Despite her ignorance of local regional politics, it appeared that the Tiefling had a sharp mind for details, getting even the obscure pronunciation right on the first try.  She reached into her belt pouch, pulling forth one of the insignia that the guards had been wearing.

"However, when I made clear that she need explain herself, she was disappointingly lacking in meaningful details.  She promised that no ill would come of it, and that if it should then it would land squarely on her shoulders.  Given that the Pelorittes that we just exterminated bore a similar insignia..."

She pulled a second seal from her bag, this one coated in ash.

"... it would appear that she is correct.  However, I would appreciate you shedding light onto the matter.  She is quicker with her weapons than she is with her words, and a full accounting is needed here."
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Lilith winks at Markus as he leaves and returns her attention to the Lich, looking forward to whatever profane ritual he has planned.

She looks up as the door opens and the tall woman walks in and watches her, returning her smile as her fangs ache and lengthen somewhat.

"I like her. If you taught her to do the things she does then I like you." She runs her tongue over her fangs.

Her smile turns into a scowl as Makaria ruins the moment and tattles on Nyenna in front of her teacher and the Lich.

The Lich lord seems not to notice the intteruption as he levitates the corpse into the middle of the ritual circle, meanwhile Relessa puts an interested look on Nyenna "Oh? Messing with House Arllen again are we?" she gives looks from Nyenna to Makaria "Nyenna has some personal issues with the great lord of House Arllen." she says with huge amounts of sarcasm at the mention of the name "Thèràlon is or rather was the capital of the Elven kingdom before Kerandos came upon it, and Mathias Arllen was the leader of the forces that took it.
As such, he now rules over the once Elven Kingdom as a gift from our glorious leader, the fat bastard also can't keep his prick in his pants when it comes to elves." her face becomes deathly serious "Although most of that 'Noble' house; both family memebers and those affiliated with them have that particular fetish. Beyond that... well thats for Nyenna to mention when she feels like it."

Relessa turns her attention to Lilith and a approving smile spreads across her face as she puts more of her wait onto one leg, "I'm glad she's left such a good impression, although I must admit she's a quick study and she has picked many more 'tricks' from me over the last few years." the smile on her face becomes alot more suggestive as she finishes the sentence.
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Lilith smiles and her fangs grow a little more as her hunger begins to build. "Has she now...perhaps once things have finished here we can go somewhere more...private and discuss things amongst the three of us."

Judging by Nyenna's face, even what Relessa says is a bit much. Still, she smirks as Relessa makes it clear that not all the details are, or need be, forthcoming.

She responds to Lilith's teaching comment with a shrug. "Eh, a lot of what I do is self-taught... the Lady Relessa helped me hone my skills, not pick 'em up in the first place. 'S'why she picked me; not many around here who appreciate black powder like it deserves. 'Kindred spirits', y'could say. Gotta stick together." The next comment gets a grin, and she looks to Relessa. "Perhaps, with the leave of my teacher of course."

While Makaria had been dismissive of Lilith's excessive flirtations before, something had changed.

Likely as not, it had much to do with how the Vampire had comported herself during the battle.  The Telmarian Confederacy was a nation of birthright, with few more honored than that of the warrior caste.  In revealing that her predatory instincts were just as fierce on the battlefield as off it, Lilith had likely earned the right to pursue her hungers without judgement in the foot soldier's eyes.

Relessa just laughs and turns her attention to ritual, but not before she gives one last look to Lilith and says "Oh this should be an interesting evening indeed."

Within moments the Lich starts up his chant for the summoning, calling forth the remains of the spirit that lingered in this world and binding it to his will to stop it from twisting the awnsers he would be looking for into lies and falsehoods.

Shortly a ghostly presence settles into a form in the centre of the ritual circle and the Lich begins his questioning "Tell me, foolish follower of the Sun Lord, what is your purpose this eve?" a moment of silence passes, it is clear that whatever reply the spirit is giving only the Lich can hear the response.
"How many more of you are there?" again silence as the spirit responds and the Lichs eyes narrow in anger.

The final question "Where are you planning to strike?" as the spirit give the awnser the Lich growls "By Vecna, I should have know!" he banishes the spirit back to the realm of the dead "I must inform the High Lady of this matter, you should all prepare yourselves. I would not be surprised if she calls upon you for stopping this foolish plan of these Pelorites." he stomps a foot "They've set up points to attack with their explosive barrels, and use it as a distraction for their true plan to assult the Inquisiton barracks and the Citadel."

The flirtatious smile leaves her face and Lilith snarls. "I'll go find Marcus, one of you gather Orson, the other Xul. Maybe one of us will come across that thrice-damned Goltinder.

Lilith moves and is gone, heading for the one place she is sure Marcus would go: The Temple of Asmodeus. She leaps down flights of stairs, pushes past people or snarls at them to move. Now is not the time for niceties.

Orson huffs quietly. "Well, guess it serves me right for talkin over her earlier." He inclines his head to Relessa. "Always good to see a new face. Your girl here has an admirable hand on those guns. Maybe you should show me a thing or two sometime." He says , his smirk returning as the ritual fades.
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"I will warn the Citadel."

Makaria nodded, reverently taking her spell glaive from its place on the wall and stepping towards the window.  Her wings unfurled behind her as she leapt out, the great abtlike things seeming to catch the very air about her and send her hurtling upward.

The Inquisitor looks a little annoyed "So much for a relaxing evening, Nyenna come to my quarters I have a your reward prepared for this task." she goes to leave but stops and turns to Orson giving him a smirk of her own "Go find whoever is missing and take them to the armoury, you'll find part of your rewards for tonights work there." and with that she storms off down the hallway.

"I'll find Xul, Nyenna. You head on down. Scope out some swag for me" Orson says as he turns on the ball of his foot and starts running through the fortress. His instincts take him to the infirmary, his best guess for where an injured lizardman likely would have gone. He reaches the doorway and scans the room for Xul.

Xul had gotten his wounds tended and was still in the infirmary a peice of meat being worked between his jaws as he looked over the meat that occupied some of the cots, turning for the door he noticed Orson coming in. "The dead meat has finished his talk with the corpse?"

In reply to Xul (msg # 21):

"Indeed he has, and we're definitely in deep. The Pelorites've been planning an attack on the inquisition, and they're going to launch it soon. We're to report down to the armory to collect our reward for the mission we just finished, and then head out to scout out their preparations and take care of them. Have you been patched up yet?"

Xul grinned heading out after Orson tapping the bandages and poultices that covered his scaled hide, "As much as they were willing to give. Still I hope there's more of those flaming creatures. The little she meat is likely to blow up the rest of those weak cult meats given half the chance."

Orson laughed at this. "You're right about that, Xul. And there'll be lots of black powder down there, so let's hope she leaves some for us, eh?" He turns to move toward the armory, waiting for Xul to follow behind.

Xul fell into step behind Orson and grinned, "We just have to remember to not be close when she does that."

Xul's wounds have been healed and he is back to full health as a result, though perhaps still a bit burnt on some scales.


The remainder of you enter the armoury in short succession, the quartermaster handing you each an ornate box marked with the insignia of the Master Inquisitor; or other office that had a hand in teaching you your current abilities and skills.

I'll be sending each of you your rewards via PM, so keep an eye out.

Markus noded to the Inquisitors who bestowed their gifts on the party. The blackguard soared with pride, and felt honored that he was chosen. In the chest before him, Markus pulled a heavy mace glowing with an internal power. It's head was shaped as that of a Ram Skull. Under the weapon a suit of Hellguard Plate lays pristine. Markus grunted in approval and began changing his armor.

Orson opens his box and, with a slight hitch in his breath, removes a beautifully worked, unadorned crossbow and a pair of boots. He lifts the crossbow and says "I've been wanting one of these babies for a good while." with a devilish grin as he imagines the use of it.

Xul opened his box curiously and rumaged inside it. Lifting from its insides were a pair of fiendish looking gauntlets which the lizard promptly slid onto either hand. Not finished Xul reached in removing a vicious looking fullblade that had more in common with a slab of unprocessed metal than it did a sword, this weapon seemed to suit the lizard mans tastes quite well as he leaned the blade against a wall and removed his kanabo tossing the iron studded club back into the box before removing his harness, adjusting the loops so he could hold the new weapon rather than the club.

Lifting his new blade he slid it ov er a scaled shoulder and into the harness and dusted off his mailed hands glancing over the others as they exchanged old for new.

Lilith pulls out a very nice looking chain shirt and a beautiful long sword with a rose design on the hilt and smiles as she examines both. Her smile isn't the mocking or vicious smile they've seen from her so far but true and unaffected.

Relessa walks in with Nyenna on her heels, her gaze falls upon each of you in turn, althoughbit lingers on those changing their armour before turning to Nyenna and giving her a wink "Hope you're all ready to get going. We've got to heretics to teach a lesson to afterall." her smile never leaves her face.

Orson nods to Relessa, putting away his herbalists kit as he finishes one of his signature toxins. "Ready when you all are" he says, itching for more action.

Xul gave a toothy grin, his mailed fingers tightening into fists as he stood ready to go. Armed with his new blade and increased strength he was looking forward to fighting another of those flaming meats, his club didn't seem to really hurt the prey last time but he was sure it would be a different tale with this new blade...

After Markus finishes adjusting his armor and donning his shield he nods to Nyenna and her companion. "We must protect the name and honor of our dark price. Where are the Intruders?" The blackguard barked.

Relessa shrugs "The High Lady and your Commander have everyone on alert for any sign of attack." she adjusts her hair and hat "But I know my place in such things, so if you all follow me we should have some more fun tonight." she turns around and walks back out the door before looking bacl over her shoulder and giving you all a wink "Come on, no time like the present after all."

As Relessa walks you all out the room and down the corridors there is the sound of a magical alram ringing throughout all your heads.

The Inquistor frowns and draws two dangerous looking guns from their holsters and turns aside, kicking open a set of double doors and goes down into a quick roll as a bolt of flame shoots over her head. On the otherside of the doors is a group of five cultists, a pair of Celestials flanking them and behind them is an open portal, presumably their point of entry and likely more shall be coming through within seconds "Well fuck, how in the Nine Hells did they get the anti teleport wards down?"

Xul grinned hauling his fullblade out of his harness and narrowed his gaze one one of the celestials, "Who cares, the prey has delivered itself to the hunters, time to kill some fiery meat..."

OOC:
Xul talks a good game but seems RPOL is doing its usual response for trying to sound badass...

17:40, Today: Xul rolled 3 using 1d20+2.  Initative.

Orson starts, seeing the intruders. "Alright then." He says, drawing his Jian and new crossbow, silently picking his targets.

OOC: 16:23, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 19 using 1d20+4.  Inish.

"Heretics!" Marcus bellowed in anger as he turned to face down the approaching interlopers. "You worship a false god! Your sister saw the truth and so shall you!

don't worry Xul I got a whopping 4 on my initiative.
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"Bad move, followers of the Fool. You will never leave here." Lilith snarls, fangs bared, her eyes glowing a bright red as her fangs extend.

She draws her new sword and one of her older, Drow-made swords and prepares to bathe in blood.


18:08, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 12 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.

A little later than I planned but hopefully I'm only playing catch up for a short while this week.

As I have so many rolls to make I've been using phyiscal dice, this never makes any difference to my GMing Dice curse I might add, however here is the current order:
Nyenna
Relessa
Orson
Cultist's Group
Lilith
Xul
Markus

Okay so this took longer than I wanted to but I think I need to finish this section off before I go recruiting again.

Relessa rolls from out the cover and in quick succession she lets out a volley of shots at the first set of cultists to come into he vision; the first shot kills the target where he stands, the second shot brings one of the culists to the floor but still alive as he loses his balance, the second gun however lets out a sickeing crack and in the Inquistor narrows her eyes at it "Oh great time for you to get tempermental with me."