Thread: Clash of Outsiders (PsionicCuttlefish & Eternal Thrill)

The succubus reacted a few times as Makiel discussed things with the adventurers, but aside from keeping an eye on her to make sure she wasn't actually able to escape or try anything, he ignored her taunts and comments--though when she began to beat her wings, he did give her a much sterner look as the adventurers took combat stances, but they all stood where they were and once Kylyla tired out, the relaxed--slightly. Makiel didn't know why the succubus had been chained up here, but he was almost sad that the enchanted metal seemed up to the task of containing her he would have liked it better if she had broken free and attacked, then he wouldn't have to bother with this anymore. But she did not break free, and when she seemed finally tired out and her tail lashed around, she commented on how she expected the trial to go. Makiel was actually amused enough to audibly scoff, to the slight puzzlement of the mortals around him. He had to give this demon credit, she was brazen. But, moments later, he finished weaving his Celestial power on the elf divine vessel's holy icon. The alteration is complete. One more moment... Makiel said as he then looked distantly off into nowhere, squinted his eyes in concentration, and began to move his mouth without making sound for a few seconds. Then he turned his attention back to everyone else. I will depart with the demon now. Continue your good work, mortals. Makiel said, as he then floated towards the succubus, his toes still an inch off the ground. His unusual sword was held low in one hand and his crimson wings were spread as he came up to the succubus' side. He reached down with his free hand to place it on her shoulder with a none-too-gentle grip though not actually harmful to the supernaturally-tough succubus and held his sword in his other hand out horizontally in front of her, as he extended the power of the spell that would take him home around the succubus and her chains. With one final glance at the adventurers, Makiel nodded. Farewell. Kylyla then felt the rushing, wrenching sensation of planar travel as the scene around her dissolved into a chaotic swirl of color and noise, like the rushing of a tunnel, and then it suddenly all snapped back into place, revealing that she was now in a new environment...one that she had never seen before, yet could not mistake. The colors were too bright, the marble architecture around her too flawless, and the very essence of Good and Law hung in the air. Surrounding Kylyla and Makiel were several other archons, gold-winged and silver-skinned, each pointing a heavy glowing spear in a low but readied combat-stance at Ky. They were already in position, too unsurprised--Makiel must have contacted them somehow. Things were a blur from there as the other archons took custody of Ky off of Makiel's hands. She was escorted quickly into an archon-made jail cell--a marble room that, when the cell door was closed after her chains and shackles had been sliced off, appeared to be completely seamless with no opening at all, a cubic hollow inside a single solid stone. There was no source of light in the cell, yet it was somehow illuminated just fine. It was perfectly clean--better than Deth'Nar's fortress had been--but bare, and any attempt at damaging the stone was fruitless, and all of Kylyla's powers seemed suppressed. She was left there for a few hours before several of the 'guard' archons returned to take her out of the cell. They first clapped a golden bracer on her wrist however, that--similar to the cell door--appeared to be one single piece of metal once it was closed, with no latch or seam. Once leaving the cell, she could feel the bracer selectively suppressing her mobility and offensive powers, but also any thoughts of trying to damage the bracer, she could feel being compelled to be discarded. From there, Kylyla was taken through a number of hallways, before being brought into what seemed to be an empty, dark room. It was a very strange room, because Kylyla could not actually see through the darkness like she normally would be able to. And, despite not being able to see its dimensions, it felt like it was very large. The only light was from the open doorway from which Kylyla had been escorted in, and the light unnaturally extended forward in a straight path, ending around a simple metal chair, albeit made of gold. Kylyla was placed in the chair, and she found her arms trapped within invisible magic anchoring them to the chair's armrests. The guard archons left, and a few minutes later, she could smell Makiel entering the room as well, until he arrived near her, off to the side. Unnaturally, the illumination around Kylyla extended around Makiel. In the next moment, nine pillars of light appeared in the darkness before Kylyla, arranged in a half-circle in front of her. Each one illuminated an archon--she hadn't been able to sense them in the dark--but now that she could, she could sense that they were powerful . The archons each stood behind a tall podium, they all wore long, loose, concealing white robes, and they all were wearing masks--very odd faceless masks of white and gold, with engravings in sun-like patterns, and no openings. The nine archons looked identical, anonymous with the masks and robes. This trial is called to order . A resonating voice said, but it was impossible to tell which archon it came from. It was, however, very clear that the voice was directed at Kylyla. We are the inquisitor archons. We will examine your history and your deeds, and we will render judgment based on what we find in accordance with Celestial Law. We do not desire this process to be any longer or more unpleasant than it must be. Do not attempt to resist us, or you will cause yourself unnecessary pain. There was a moment's pause. Do you have anything to say before we begin? Last edited Oct 23, 2018