Session 115.5

Glitch has connected.

 Glitch:anyway, just gimme a moment to reread the end of last session log to get in the right mind...

Glitch:y'allo? You connected all fine, things are working? :.

Liatai:Y'allo. :3

Liatai:Lemme hunt down Masabel's token.

Eon has connected.

 Glitch:Hokay, readin' through end of last log. Getting IC... (sorry, had to go afk for a sec)

Liatai:Oh hi, E. :.

Eon:hello all

Glitch:Hallo E, go ahead and grab some popcorn. :U Just doing a minisession with Lia.

Eon:as eon i am he who waits. no need to wory about me i'll just watn and munch on my combos

Glitch:Lia; okay, I'm ready when you are.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Almost ready, just trying to pry the cat off my foot.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">|3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay. Empty food bowl and full litter box problems have been resolved. I think I'm good. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">okey-dokey. |3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And where we last left off...

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Masabel, I must speak with you privately, as immediately as possible. This is a matter of more grave importance than you realize.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">She always attacks my ankles when she has a problem.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">lulz. No, meowing's too good for this cat, gotta treat ankles as scratching post! xP

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay. Just let me scrub up my armor a bit.&quot;

* Masabel 's clothes and armor do look very torn up and bloodied, and there's a whiff of brimstone about her, though she's fine beneath the clothing. Unlike her ada, who is likely needing to dodge Pelorites as we type.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr nods and leaves the congregation of people in the basement, and heads up to the floor level and off to the same side-room as earlier, where he hovers cross-legged in meditation. By the auras he's putting out, it shouldn't be hard for Masabel to figure out which room he's in simply by homing in on where the aura is strongest.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">Do I look like a mage?

Altonor:<font color="#000000">I know, right? I get the same thing! &gt;:P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(ohgodnolia don't bring in other characters or this will turn from a mini into a super-mini D: )

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(P )

Liatai:<font color="#000000">They're just background noise. :P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">mkay. |3

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">And, well. Masabel also feels that strange tugging presence on her mind, specifically. Serrierr doesn't have telepathic speech, but being a midlevel Outsider in meditation tends to have an effect on the minor mental states of mortals in the vicinity.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">I detect evil auras anyway, not good or chaotic -- but I can track down a huge glowing angel another way. &quot;'Scuse me, which way did the angel go? Thanks.&quot; :P *brick'd!*

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">aw, ruin my mysticism fun. :P

Masabel:<font color="#000000">She shows up pretty promptly, hood drawn up over her head to try to keep from spooking people. &quot;...&quot; She knocks lightly on the door frame.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Enter, please.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr is still hovering off the ground in a sitting meditative position, with eyes closed.

* Masabel enters, stepping quietly, and sits on the ground in a cross-legged position. She is quiet for a moment... then also closes her eyes. A few moments later, she also rises off the floor, but just a few inches. (Step of the Dancing Moth used creatively.)

Masabel:<font color="#000000">|3

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Without opening his eyes, Serrierr cracks a small grin. &quot;Thank you ever so much for joining me, Masabel.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">And if Masabel isn't looking, then the grin can also be 'heard' in his voice. :B

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">But then he opens his eyes and examines her closely, before speaking again, any trace of mirth gone from him. He speaks slowly and solemnly.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">She opens her eyes, with a smirk. &quot;Hey, it looked like fun. It's not equal footing, though. There's a pun crying in a corner somewhere over the lost opportunity.&quot; She sobers a bit when Serrierr looks at her.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">ack brb

Glitch:<font color="#000000">back

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(I'm sorry, what pun? ^^; )

Eon:<font color="#000000">(wb0

Masabel:<font color="#000000">I was going to make a pun about us standing on more equal footing now, but you're still hovering higher than I am.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh. xP

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Anyway...

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, Masabell..as I said, I simply need you to repeat to me, as clearly as you can possibly remember, every word that you heard to the best of your ability. Convey it in the language it was spoken, I will understand and can speak in return. In addition, I need you to be able to tell me what you know about the speakers, as well as any clarifications, conclusions, or even educated guesses you have yourself. Any information you have to volunteer, please do so.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">And can probably speed-over Masabel just 'repeating back everything she heard', I still have the log open, and then cut to her offering anything she has to say herself about it.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">That is, unless her memory is faulty at any point and you want to put that in. :B

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not much I can tell you. I only overheard a little bit. There are a group of House Helvirahel agents tied to the Order of Orgolloyss that've been after the drow with the Vigilant Guardians, Sszeyl, for a few months. Our group, the Sun Raiders -- or at least, the more counterespionage-minded members of our group -- have been tracking them and trying to figure out what they're after. They have death warrants for a few of our close allies, and have attempted to act on them at least once. They seemed focused on Sszeyl, though, until... I wasn't following them that closely. I just know that they vanished from our sight about a Kellon week ago. Teleported, warded, completely out of sight.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;We found them in the Underdark, negotiating with this... thing in the gate. I overheard heard one of them, a woman, talking to it. '(Yes. Hundreds. Our master's technique creates a much more perfect binding than mere possession. All it would cost... you will give us one bound celestial, in exchange for tens of willing hosts.)'&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr frowns, but says nothing yet, waiting for Masabel to finish saying everything she has to say.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's about when we broke into the room. Ada tried to run them down, with Tomiko Lazarus, but they kept talking among themselves. That they'd accomplished what they came for, and didn't seem interested in fighting us. Something about 'the seal nmust mature before reclamation' being their orders.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;The woman who spoke tried to knock Ada off Kep, with a cryptic phrase about two red windows, one with white drapes and one with black fra --&quot; She groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. &quot;She must've seen his eyes. Dammit.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr looks like he has something held in his mind, but is still earnestly listening to ensure he doesn't miss anything Masabel might have to say.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; She lowers her hand, then looks back at Serrierr. &quot;Then they teleported out and left us to deal with the hellbeasts. The blue one kept saying things like 'you're not going to take those hundred souls away from me' before Tomiko closed the portal with a whack from a cabinet door.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr is quiet for a moment, seemingly processing the information.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;On a slight tangent. The 'seal'...doesn't that drow with a dragon specter in his mind have a 'seal' on him? Wasn't he...Sszeyl, who you said that they were focused on from the beginning?&quot; Serrierr says as he quirks his head.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...And, if I recall, isn't that seal being built upon by the Vigilant Guardians over-time?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;You may want to bring this up to your companions. But, to the matter that most concerns me...&quot; Serrierr takes a breath.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;He does, far as I know. Though I don't know anything about it. You'd be better off asking Ada or toror' en ataramin (my father's brother).&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I meant that the Guardians building on that seal sounds rather synonymous to maturation to me. I suspect they do not fully understand what they are doing, and it sounds like they are playing right into their enemy's hands. But...to be sure I understand this, as you understood it... the drow was saying that they would receive a bound celestial from the Gelugon, which would mean the Gelugon had already captured one. Correct, to your knowledge?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;It seemed more like they were striking a future bargain. The... what did you call it? Gelugon? When the portal was closing, it howled something about us taking away his celestials.&quot; She teases a cut edge on her armor. &quot;... Maybe he was planning to capture one from here.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr frowns again, and reconsiders.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you remember those words, as well?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;... The lantern archons'd be easy prey for something that strong. And then there's... well, you.&quot; She frowns. &quot;I can try. It's kind of fuzzy, since it and the little bastard gnome nearly killed me around that time --&quot; She bows her head quickly, raising a hand to her mouth. Undercommon: &quot; (Shit! Sorry -- dammit -- motherkilling --) &quot; And some assorted small segments of angrish.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">I don't think the eladrin minds if you swear, Masabel. |3

Masabel:<font color="#000000">Fuck off, you're not in this scene -- dammit -- I mean --! DX ARRRRGH *brick'd*

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr just calmly says &quot;Sounds like it was quite a problem down there. If it is as you say, I would probably be as angry as well. But...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr exhales a sigh, that seems somewhat relieved. &quot;So...you can conclude, with fair certainty, that there are not any imprisoned celestials in outsider hands from this event?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; She lets out a deep breath, then looks back up again, cheeks tinged a bit violet. &quot;... I just remember it talking about its celestials being out of reach and lots of nos. And raging about being undone by a bunch of mortals and a door.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr lets out an even bigger relieved sigh, and actually seems rather frazzled and ruffled, so much so that he stops hovering and lowers to the ground, where he unfolds his legs and kneels on the ground where he seems to be trying to breath evenly, as if to regain composure. It's as if he was holding back some incredible emotions just now. In fact...

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He actually reaches into a pocket around his waist-toga, and pulls out... a large-ish bottle. Which he takes a short swig from.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">After a few moments, he speaks again. &quot;By the gods, but thank you, Masabel. You have put me at ease what I had thought was a catastrophe beyond any you could realize.&quot;

* Masabel bites her tongue on the 'I don't want to know where you were keeping that' that threatens to escape, and waits to see what the celestial will do.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(and yep, it was the bottle Altonor gave him ;3 ) Serrierr actually puts a hand over his heart for a moment, as if getting over some great fear, before he sits back down normally, seemingly back to his usual self.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was quite afraid the highest echelons would be getting involved in this.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;The highest echelons of what?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of us. My kind. Eladrin, but also celestials in general. Such events can be...shaking.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Those Helvirahel mortals know not the wrath they tempt.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;And might still be tempting.&quot; Masabel frowns. &quot;That insectoid one -- the gelugon -- wasn't dead when it was sucked into the portal. The Guardians fired at it on its way down, and might have killed it... but I don't know.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr frowns again. &quot;Then we must remain ever alert, ever vigilant...but if they succeed, then there will be fury unlike any they have ever known.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But at least I merely have more to add to my report for when I return home, rather than being the one to convey news that would initiate a rescue operation.&quot; Serrierr says, with the obvious strangeness in his words that he reacted so badly to the idea of a 'rescue operation'.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wonder which master they were referring to... Maybe Viceth has a clue. Or if we could get in touch with the sneak faction...&quot; She furrows her brow at Serrierr's words, and looks at the eladrin oddly. &quot;What's so bad about a rescue operation? Don't celestials fight fiends all the time? At least one group of fiends has to have thought of the old ransom trick or taken prisoners. Mortals who don't even hate each other that much do that all the time.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh yes, we fight fiends all the time, and we have little fear if accomplishing a great victory in our cause requires our lives, but...well...&quot; Serrierr pauses for a moment.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Masabel, are you aware of the Archdevils and the Demon Princes? The Ultimate Fiends?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not up on my planar studies, but I know they exist, that's about it.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(I keep trying to think of something for Yugoloths/Daemon as well. :B )

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(they never got the same treatment. asymmetry aaaugh.)

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you also aware that there also exists the Celestial Paragons? The greatest, most powerful, most loved and respected Celestials in existence among Celestials?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;... No, I wasn't. I kind of figured it went from celestials to gods without any between-step.&quot; :.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, they do exist, and no, they do exist as the go-between. They are known to some mortals, but not widely known, as by choice the Paragons actively discourage any worship of themselves, unlike the Ultimate Fiends who build cults around themselves in misguided attempts to pretend they are greater than they are. The Paragons have no such ambitions. But, that is a slight digression.&quot;

<font color="#0000ff">Epyon has connected.

</i> Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Masabel, I said we do not fear giving our lives, if it is required of us in our cause. We never wantonly throw ourselves away as suicide, and we would always prefer not to do so, but we are not afraid if there is no other way. But we fear...we do fear capture.&quot;

Epyon:<font color="#000000">(i have no ideal why i'm in too places at once here)

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;For all the unspeakable torments the fiends can inflict on mortal souls who have fallen into darkness, the denizens of the lower planes can inflict them on us tenfold. The horrors are beyond reckoning. And that is certainly bad enough, and much of the reason I was fearing the necessity of a rescue operation. But...not the whole reason. The other part of it is what a rescue operation involves..&quot;

<font color="#0000ff">Eon is disconnected.

</i> Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;We eladrin have a Queen, Morwel. She, and her consorts, form the Court of the Stars, the Paragons of eladrin. Morwel's consorts come and go with the milennea, and one of her current consorts is Faerinaal, and his duty is to oversee the defense of Aborea, as he inherited from his predecessor.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;That duty includes another function which he also inherited from his predecessor. A function that led to his predecessor's death ages ago.&quot;

* Masabel quietly listens, shifting position so that she's sitting on her ankles, eyes widened a bit.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Faerinaal, as Vaeros before him, has the duty to personally storm the Lower Planes to liberate any eladrinkin held captive in the Lower Planes. The Paragons for the other Celestials have similar stations of their own.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, the fiends have captured Celestials in the past. But doing so, if they are found out and not concealed by the deepest of dark powers, invokes immediate reprisal. Vaeros took his station willingly, and never hesitated to fulfil it when it became necessary. Not once. It is like Mephistopheles or Orcus themselves leaving their keeps and charging into the Upper Planes to destroy something. It is an event of that magnitude...with all the risks that go with it.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Ultimates and the Paragons are roughly matched. It is why they never take that risk, but we do.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vaeros had carried out several successful rescue operations...but, as you have gathered by now, a mistake was made in the last one. His luck ran out. They were ready for him.&quot;

* Masabel nods, somewhat numbly.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vaeros' demise was a dark day for all eladrinkind. But, since then, his mantle has passed on to Faerinaal. He, like Vaeros before him, took his station willingly, and will never hesitate to carry out the same task. He will not hesitate to give his own life in the same duty, if need be.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr takes a deep breath. &quot;And that is what I feared, as you can no doubt understand by now.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Faerinall has carried out his duty at least once since he was sworn in--that I know of. It has been many, many years since that happened.&quot;

* Masabel nods. &quot;... Kind of makes the mortal concerns ash over in comparison.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But it always chills me to consider if unleashing events and power of that magnitude becomes necessary .&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr bows his head. &quot;I do not mean any of this as any sort of devaluing or patronization of your own affairs.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed, the struggles of mortals are in some ways just as great, when one considers you have not the tools we do.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nah, nah, it's fine, I get that.&quot; She waves a hand.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yes, that is why I was so terribly concerned at the reports that were brought back.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...It strikes me that I probably should have asked you if you really wanted to know, but then again, there's no particular reason why not. Anyone, friend or foe, could learn the same information if they truly wanted to. It's not particularly common mortal knowledge, but it is not far out of the reach of those who know how to look and ask.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;As long as you don't plan on making me write a ten-page essay on it, we're cool.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Many fiends know what they provoke if they attempt what I feared, but then again, just as many do not, especially the newer ones. They are never particularly in sharing moods with each other. And then again, 'newer' is highly relative my the time reckoning of us Outsiders...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr actually barks a good-natured laugh. &quot;Certainly not!&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He smirks. &quot;I already had the one called Lyle Petersen do that.&quot;

* Masabel laughs a bit, but then puts her hand on her chin, thinking. &quot;... I'm trying to remember what Ada said about how old fiends were. Don't they get more powerful the older they get?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Most do. But with how often they are always looking to take more power for their own?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;That gelugon creature was definitely no lemure or imp. It summoned strong devils to its aid. You'd think something that strong would know...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Jumps do happen every now and then for them, if they actually manage to pull off a successful internal coup.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And like I said, they don't always share information with each other. Also combined with the fact that, by nature, rescue operations tend to try to be low-key...relatively speaking...&quot;

* Masabel nods. &quot;I'm familiar with that.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why, it's really not that hard at all to transfer from one plane to another if one has access to the right power. The upper planes deal with incursions from black-hearted mortals and opportunistic or simply greedy fiends with a regularity that would probably surprise you.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why, Talisid and his Five Companions, the Paragons of Guardinals, rove around their home in a manner that wouldn't be inaccurately described as an adventuring party, jovially putting such incursions in their place where they find them!&quot;

* Masabel frowns, and is clearly biting back something, but nods and then forces a smirk.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr grins again. &quot;And we, in return, conduct our own sorties from time to time...though with less frequency and blind ambition.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yes.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do believe I have more than exhausted any information I needed from you, and I think I may have given you far more than you wanted to think about.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we rejoin the others?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(but yeah, fo' serious, Plane Shift is a lvl 5 cleric spell. :B )

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(not to mention scrolls, interplanar doors, Sigil...)

Epyon:<font color="#000000">(checks the becons )

Glitch:<font color="#000000">( to wit; http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0497.html

Glitch:<font color="#000000">:B

* Masabel is silent a bit longer, but stands. &quot;Sure... if you'd answer one more thing for me.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it's so easy for you -- celestials -- to come here...&quot; She scrutinizes the eladrin. &quot;I'm seventy-six. Spent most of my life in the Underdark. I've seen more fiends than I can even remember to count, not even counting the ones we've hunted down on purpose to get rid of.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have never -- never -- seen a celestial in the underworld.&quot; Her fists are clenched tightly. &quot;Why don't you help us?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why is it okay for drow to suffer and die, and no one even tries to help?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr closes his eyes, and his face changes to a sorrowful frown. He turns his head down slightly, and Masabel...can actually see a small tear run down his face. &quot; This is actually something I spoke with Lyle about...because it's not so easy for us to get here. &quot; Serrierr starts to explain himself, yet he even sounds ashamed at admitting it.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He looks up, opening his eyes, and with no judgement looks at Masabel. Regret is in his eyes. &quot;Tell me, Masabel. Of all those fiends you fought, how many can you say for certain arrived completely under their own power? As opposed to how many were brought into your home by conjurers?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or by, say... a conjuring gate or circle? Or a ritual?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr then looks down again, apparently not waiting for an answer. &quot;I'm willing to bet precious few...Masabel, I am sorry, I am so sorry. But the truth is, in the majority of cases, we have to be asked.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;But you just said --&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And as I told Lyle, not only is there hardly anyone hidden and opressed in the ranks of the dark-hearted who think to do so, but even so many among the goodly civilizations have asked us less and less, over a noble idea of protecting us from harm.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, it is possible to traverse the Planes under our own power. Yes, it does happen.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And while it does happen more than some would expect, when you compare those instances to the number of Outisders that live, and how much ground there is to cover?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;We aren't omnipotent. We aren't omnicient. Neither are the fiends. We have arrived on this realm, we have helped where we could. Why, the Hammer Archons are an entire class of archons dedicated to underground warfare, and they do conduct their operations from time to time. When they can.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's just that when you compare the methods that we use to get around by numbers and how often they happen, being called is our most used, most relied upon method. And as you can see, it's used...but not enough.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot; Probably just for the dwarves, then. Archons don't much care for rebels. &quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And then, when you take the fact that us being able to plane-transfer is less able to be used than being conjured...again, Masabel, I am so sorry. I truly wish we could do more.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I want to be able to do more. That is why, for myself, I put my full name and identity to Lyle to be recorded and copied, so that others might call upon my aid if they wish.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But when there are hundreds of fiend-conjurers in the deep regions, who disable, dampen, and block our influence and access because they are so much more entrenched...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's actually why we consider Malconvokers quite dangerous. Every fiend they summon to this realm is not idle. Neither have I been.&quot;

* Masabel sighs, folding her arms.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Well. I don't like it. But that just means another hurdle to overcome.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. In fact, like I told to Lyle...it is you, you mortals, who own this realm and determine its fate. It's why for the majority of cases, we have to be asked to come here. There are also methods available of going around the Great Wheel that we use--secret doors, passageways, threads through the aether...that simply don't exist here because you are the masters of this world.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And so many more mortals choose to call upon fiends than us.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please, Masabel, forgive me, forgive me that we are not strong enough to turn back this tide on our own, that we are not strong enough to help your kind in great numbers.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But help me to help you by remembering the same thing that I have told Lyle Petersen; it is not noble to not call upon our aid when your need is great, for it is why we exist.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr's face then brightens slightly. &quot;And if you do ever need combat assistance in the deep regions, do spread among your comrades the ideas of asking for the aid of Hammer Archons. They're not particularly fond of what you would call 'rebels', but they have no ill will against you either as long as your intentions are good...and especially if you can give them a good fight with their hated enemies. They would be more willing to help than you would think.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;An effort would be nice, but then again, that'd be nice from the mortal races too, so I can't fault you there.&quot; She sighs. &quot;... I see people like that gnome, and I know his hate is justified. Probably nobody better than us knows that. Doesn't mean if I don't still want to punch his fucking teeth in every time he badmouths Ada and the people actually trying to make a change instead of sitting back on their fat asses or throwing more blocks in the way --&quot; She growls a bit. &quot; Shit, I did it again. &quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a vicious cycle, isn't it?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which one?&quot; said with a small grin. =w=

Masabel:<font color="#000000">Godsdamned fucking auto-swear -- dammit! DX *brick'd*

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr grimly grins. &quot;All of it. I'm not certain what you should do about the gnome--I instantly saw that the shroud around him has gotten heavier since he left this temple a mere few hours ago. I am concerened, but I cannot take any direct action without genuine cause.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I wish he'd ease off Ada. Take it out on me if he's gotta take it out on somebody. But Ada doesn't need that rathesh-- hhhhhine?&quot; =3=;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(huh?)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">She caught herself mid-swear.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(oh. x3 )

Epyon:<font color="#000000">(heh funny)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;But Ada doesn't need that ratheshit -- CRAP that's a swear. =3=; Rathe.... shine? =3=; &quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gods -- darnit, see this is why we probably wouldn't work well with the archons, I can just see those little balls of light trying to correct my language again.&quot; &gt;:P

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr huffs amusedly. &quot;Little one, I'm not like the stuffy beacons of light, I have no care about vulgarity, as long as it's not outright blasphemy. Why, I know of this Firre-written poem of such 'gutter'-speak...&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh thank the fucking gods.&quot; =3=

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">ack, darnit, should've gotten that in first. :B ah well.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... wait is that blasphemy?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck I don't know.&quot; =3=

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe enough to make their toes itch.&quot; Serrierr says with a smirk.

* Masabel chuckles. &quot;... Well. Better get back to work. I've got Guardians to track down.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Let us return to the main congregation...and feel free to tell your companions about anything I have told you, especially the items I suggested you do so. You can even mention the Paragons, though you may want to hold off on the duties of Queen Morwel's consort, but it wouldn't exactly be a 'security breach' if you told them that either. I leave it up to you.&quot; Serrierr likewise stands up, and heads out of the room as well.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry about the sudden theology question. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I'll admit I wasn't expecting it, but I tried to roll with it best I could. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">How did I do? :&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">As soon as Serrierr said it wasn't that hard to shift planes, though, that was the first thing Masabel thought of and wouldn't let it go. &quot;So why don't you help us out, ass?&quot; ^^;;;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I suppose so. ^^; I was trying to portray that it was possible, and happens more likely than most would expect...yet not enough to make as much of a difference that would be regularly noticed. There's actually a -lot- of factors going into it. Here's the premises I was basing my logic on;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">There are indeed doors and portals from plane to plane, especially in the daisy-chain of the Great Wheel that are somewhat traveled, but while a reliable-ish method, it's definitely the -long- way around, with any number of pitfalls on the way, and is only really useful for the outer borders of the chain of Lower Planes anyway.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">There's going through Sigil--but finding the right door in Sigil is an adventurer in and of itself.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">There's the occasional random connection between planes directly, but those are usually unstable, and if they -are- stable, then they'd want to be used as a last resort. As for getting to the Material Plane...

Glitch:<font color="#000000">there is the level 5 cleric-spell Plane Shift, but I don't know of -any- outsiders that have that natively, so they'd have to actually take up the cleric class or learn a special abilities. Those such outsiders typically are always officers above their own kind and have slews of new responsibilities, or spec-ops already.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">there's acquring a croll and using it, but that has similar problems of scarcity, I'd imagine.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">*scroll

Glitch:<font color="#000000">There's probably a few other methods here and there I've missed, but I suppose you get the idea. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I was trying to convey all that in an IC manner.

* Liatai nods.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, well, let's shut 'er down so I can send the log along. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">alrighty. :&gt;

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