3 - 100: The Third Piece

[K Man]

{Girud - As one not born of the planes or dealing heavy with them, it is near impossible to understand the clock hands and their movements. Some move foreward, others spin rapidly, halt, and then reverse spins before doing it all over again.

Either it's a clock gone crazy, or a method of time you can't understand...

Someone with Knowledge Planes *CoughUdjatCough* might be able to figure out the proper time.}
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Kysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Caelith, Callian and Garor - Nupperibo shrugs his tiny imp shoulders and flits about, hanging in your presence like an annoying gnat of sorts. He flits over to the thin ice wall before the elevator, a sort of large glass pane and speaks a few words in the tongues of devils. The large pane of ice slides down to the floor and you're all flooded with a blast of cold wind nearly a hundred times colder than the already frozen air.



"Well...come on, we haven't got all the time in the world..." He smiles and moves aside.

The elevator shaft is a massive thing, well over twenty feet in diameter. Currently, a broad flat surface made of shimmering energy is the only thing between the floor and a seemingly inifinite pit. It's as though this device is designed to lift individuals on a shimmering platform of energy.

To the North and the South...if there are such directions in hell, are two doors of great size. Shuffling can be heard from either one of them....

{Up the shaft? If so, how far? Or inspect the doors to the sides?}
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Yuri and Romar - When Romar steps into the room, you hear a bit of clumsy shuffling, some books being knocked off the shelf and some light cursing. It is only when Romar speaks soft words of peace that the young man finally peers out from around the corner of a bookshelf.

Your first guesses were right. He is below thirty years of age...possibly even twenty. If you had to guess, he looks like an acolyte - a fledgling priest of sorts. The robes he wears are comically over-sized and the staff he holds appears to be a partially broken broom handle.

He looks you over suspiciously before stuttering out a few words.



"H-h-how d-d-did you g-g-get p-p-past the demon? He's b-b-been out there f-f-for y-y-years?" It's clear the young man, so far, believes your words of good intent, but he's exceedinly nervous. "Even the elders c-c-clerics c-c-could not s-s-stop it..."
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[VemuKhaham]

The words of the acolyte, clumsily stuttered though they may be, hit a tense chore within Romar. He still was somewhat ashamed of his betrayal of the demon, cause by betraying it he also disrespected the Hidden City's history. Romar still tries to calm the man, but he realises truth must be upheld:

"Calm down, and come out of the shadows. For too long have they dominated these halls if you speak of years that have past."

If the man comes out of the corner and calms down indeed, Romar will tell the truth.

"I will not pretend I come to you as some champion of light, my friend. Though you may hope I have already destroyed or driven off the terror that cursed this place, I fear the opposite is true. The shadow approached me while I did not watch, and had frozen me before I could even reach for my arms. Like you and like the elder clerics, I am helpless against the monster, if I would face him in battle.

But he has one weak spot, and I learned of this as the monster himself confessed it to me. He spoke of another one of his kin that he called his mate, which according to his words would be held imprisoned here. He can't enter this place, and asked of us to enter it and free his mate, and in return he said he would undo all the evil that he brought about.

Sadly, I am hardpressed in believing a demon's word. Before we free anything as terrifying as him, we should contemplate first, and I would be needing any information you might provide me. What happened exactly, and do you know of this mate that lies within your dungeon?"

[GeneralMHB]

Yuri remains purched up in the form of a bat and watches the young man. Taking a few moments to observe the room they have entered, he thinks to himself.

We are lucky if this young man's tale is true. However, me greeting him at the moment may not be the wisest of decisions. I am undead after all....

With all this spoken in his mind, he waits and watches.

[TheUdjat]

((Sorry - my periodic posting should not be construed as an indication that I'm back home. I am currently, but I just got back. Sometimes I can grab internet access when I'm away, sometimes not - Guess Wizard's been busy, too.))

Caelith takes a moment to analyze the clock while he's busy being silent, trying to determine the time they've got to work with. ((Knowledge: The Planes at +7)) He also turns his attention to Nupperibo. "Tell me, demon. Do you know how many are currently in Coldsteel, besides ourselves? And how large is Coldsteel?" He waits for answers to these, then continues, "If time is of the essence, it would be best if you led us to the most important rooms, assuming you know where they are." He tries to gauge just how useful this guide is going to be.

He smiles pleasantly, even if it is feigned. Perhaps with a little more knowledge they can act a bit more efficiently.

[Fangor the Fierce]

Krysta waits for the imps responses to the questions at hand. After all, she is a warrior. Mordrock on the other hand, will shiver with his small frame. His oversized winter gear is a slight comedy in this dark place. Hopefully, it won't deter his actions if he should need to act quickly.

OOc - she will follow the path that the knowledgeable Caelith deems necessary.

[Japic]

Frowning in confusion at the strange clock Girud releases the quandry from his mind. This is not why he's here... that sort of knowledge rarely was. If there was one thing he was good at though it was smashing things in his way. He only hoped that his skills would be put to good use before they all froze to death.

{Awaiting the go ahead from smarty type party leaders}