Thread: Clash of Outsiders (PsionicCuttlefish & Eternal Thrill)

Kylyla extended her innate charming abilities to try and influence the halfling mage's mind, and...nothing happened. He hadn't even resisted her mental influence...somehow it didn't even hit him! The halfling even had the audacity to smirk at her for a brief moment. Sorry, honey. This isn't our first walk around this block. I'm warded. He held up one of his hands holding a humming shell of air to show a large ring on one finger--even from where Kylyla was chained up to the doorway, it was big enough she could see the gem-set, rune-carved band of metal. In fact, while it truthfully was a magic ring, the halfling drew attention to it as a decoy just in case. His actual warding trinket against Evil magics was actually an amulet on a necklace, tucked and hidden underneath the neck of his purple robe--his group really did have experience with fiends, enough that he knew better than to actually give away potential 'vulnerabilities'. I'll admit we weren't counting on a succubus being here, but we have done our homework. The halfling then fell silent again, keeping his magic held within his hand and ready to let loose should it turn out that the succubus was not as secure as she looked. But neither of them were waiting long, as just a moment later, Kylyla could feel his approach...and then, the halfling had to quickly move aside as the being she feared practically glided through the doorway, with a thunderously stern expression on his face. The Celestial was unmistakably an archon to the demon's senses he reeked of Law and Good. Not only was he her enemy on basic principle simply due to their respective existences, but he completely suffused with rigid, uncompromising order, literally radiating a field of menacing presence, repulsive to the being of Chaos. His form was somewhat interesting his human-like body stood nearly seven feet tall, towering over the mortals who had come in behind him while giving him a respectful berth. His skin was pale-blue beneath an armored chestplate the color of white marble layered on a shoulderless, cut-off-at-the-knees bodysuit of white cloth, baring all of his lean but muscularly-toned arms and his legs below the knees, to his bare feet that hovered an inch off the ground. Two spread-open feather-clad wings sprouted from his back, in contrast to the leathery wings of the succubus, and his feathers were a bright red color, the same as the short-length swept-back hair that adorned his head. Two orbs of solid gold set into his eyes sockets stared intensely at the succubus, while one hand held up a massive sword nearly effortlessly a sword that glinted of gold-colored metal and was almost 'two' blades side-by-side with the gap that ran down the middle, and was surrounded by two ribbons of fire twisting a double-helix along the length of the sword. He stood there, sword brandished, but seemed to be...hesitating? Makiel glared at the succubus that inhabited the room for several moments. He felt nothing but battle-hate against the 'nude' female chained up at the wall, modesty preserved only by her own long hair spilling down her front and one thigh slightly crossed over her groin. He was more taking in her tail, her wings, her horns...he wanted nothing more than to strike her down then and there, with his sword raised in her direction. But...she was helpless. Not a threat, in the enchanted chains that bound her, keeping her too drained to access most of her own powers. And while she was a demon, and it was only the chains that kept it from happening, she hadn't actually taken action against them nor been witnessed committing sin. Thus... Makiel slowly blinked. Slowly, he lowered his sword-arm. One of the mortals behind him, a warrior clad in shimmering armor, spoke up. You're...we're not going to kill it? There was a moment of silence, before the archon answered with a voice that resonated in the air slightly. ...No. We cannot. It has not been met in combat nor sin it does not seek to fight us, and there is no action for which we can punish. The words were steady, but internally, Makiel was fuming. He very much disliked this part of the job. While 'Mercy' was a critical boundary in his calling as an avenger archon, it wasn't supposed to come up very often. Things just had to get complicated when it did. With only a moment's hesitation that betrayed his distaste for his words, Makiel finished with ...It would be wrong of us to execute it out of hand. The halfling's magical nimbuses snuffed out as he turned to look up at the Archon. But...we can't just let it go. She tried to charm me--obviously it didn't work--so surely it's done something that deserves-- Indeed. Makiel said lowly, with his gaze still fixed on Kylyla. ...But even though she attempted to influence you, without witnessing what the outcome would have been, we don't know that for absolute fact. He turned his head to an elf standing with the other three adventurers, who was clad in religious iconography and thumbing a holy symbol in his hand for protection. Your spell that brought me here will not last much longer, and this lair has been cleared out to enough satisfaction that I trust you to handle any remaining stragglers. With your cooperation, I can amend the conditions in your spell of the return to my home...and through it, I will bring this creature with me. It will face trial before an examination council, where all its sins will be laid bare. Then it will be executed in accordance with proper justice. The archon talked as if Kylyla weren't even there. Let me hold your icon, I will use it to alter the spell you cast. The elf nodded and held out his holy symbol for Makiel, who reverently took it and started murmuring in the Celestial tongue over it, while said Celestial also turned to watch Kylyla again as he worked, in case she tried anything--something that would give him justification to end this farce here and now. He hoped she would try something...