Thema: "A simple escort," she said ...

[Zanan]

This strange, tube-like tunnel keeps going for about 100 feet before turning left and upwards. The stone walls have clearly been blasted into this form and anyone who has seen disintegration magic at work knows what he or she is looking at. Not that either of you has seen this use of such kind of magic beforehand. The tunnel leads upwards and now you also note pieces of clothing and the odd drop of dried blood on the ground. Someone or something was obviously dragged to this point, maybe lifted a bit later, as down the corridor this dragging tracks are missing. Slowly you approach a room at the end of the way. No sound issues forth from there, a place lit by about a dozen torches, you would guess. Silently the scouts advance, scanning the place and wave you in. A domed chapel sort of cave presents itself to your eyes. It spans about 200 feet in diameter, dominated by six large pillars. The latter point inward towards the top, even meeting just below the ceiling, some 100 feet above you. The whole cave seems to be carved out of the stone much like the tunnel was, a display of such magic of almost unthinkable proportions. The walls are littered with glittering gems, lines of various ore, even gold, you suspect. It all looks more like a surface night sky than a cavern of the underdark, not least due to the light cast by the dozen magical lights. You also virtually feel the presence of faerzress running through this place, certainly some sort of conduit or focal point for the radiation. Right in the middle of the pillars, on top of a circular obsidian dais, the shattered remnants of another pillar can be seen. It probably was about 20 feet tall, but looks to have burst from within, rather than being destroyed from the outside. As you take in the scene, Naedragard begins humming and singing another song of hers ...

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightning.
I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise. ...

[Korach]

Ervery now and then Xyranma appear for a few seconds before he vanishes again. Whatever he is doing to get away, seems to have a limited duration. Inside the magically formed tunnel he chooses to inhibit a cloud of dust. Without a sound it moves around but waits for a moment, to be sure that entering the impressive cave is not against the Yathrin's will.

[Phaerven]

Zhadristan takes care to stay well behind everyone else and motions for Xyranma to come to him...

[Korach]

Curious to know what the drow might want from him, Xyranma or rather the cloud of dust, gets nearer to Zhadristan.

[Phaerven]

"You have been inside me", Zhadristan whispers and points at his chest, "for long enough. I want you to stay away from me."
He is angered, but he also appears a little irritated by speaking to a cloud because of lacking features.

[Zanan]

Kylara takes the scene in, standing somewhat baffled at the edge of the stone circle. Tavia and Xune move around looking for tracks and footprints on the ground, but anyone can spot the signs of a recent fight.
"Less than a tenday," Xune says finally, kneeling next to a small pond of nigh-dry blood. She dips her finger into it and tests it with the cups of her fingers. "Strange blood this, much like that of an ...", she nods at Naedragard. The latter hums her tune while stalking the room too. Then she apparently spots something and walks straight to the item, an elongated piece of metal. "Looks you are in a bit of bother, Mistress Kylara!" The females tossed the metal piece to Farviaan. "My predecessor has left, so we cannot perform the ritual ... not that I am angry about it."

[Korach]

"Of course you are free to wish that. But I see no reason not to possess you if it is beneficial to me." Xyranma repliesin a voice that sounds a bit like stone rubbing on stone. "And you have to admit that I didn't do anything bad to you. On the other hand I could make you stronger or healthier when I'm inside you."

[Phaerven]

"I could give you a reason right now," Zhadristan says. "Or maybe I will just stay a little closer to Naedragard in the future. You recall what she said to you, right? Like ripping you to shreds, flaying your soul.. And being stronger or healthier while we are not in a fight does not seem such a great benefit for me. But I am curious, what do you gain by this? Can you not climb?"

[Korach]

"I admit staying close to Naedragard would hold me at bay, because I have the feeling she could, except for that soul thing maybe, keep her promise." Xyranma tells Zhadistan. "And what do I gain? Why should I climb myself if someone else could do it for me? But what about that reason you could give me?"

[Szordrin]

Szordrin seeks the comfort of the shadows, hiding himself with his blades drawn. He makes sure that he is near the yathrin.

[Fabius Maximus]

Farviaan studies the room quickly as in to assess it's tactical features. He makes an annoyed face about the fiends' apparent lack of musical taste.

When the woman throws him the piece of metal, the 'yanki catches it nimbly out of the air and looks at it, turning it slowly around in his hands. He frowns, then rolls his eyes and throws the junk over his shoulder. It lands with a loud clank on the stone floor. Farviaan winces at the sound and looks a bit sheepishly at the others, shrugging his shoulders in an half apologizing way.

[Zanan]

Kylara goes down to one knee near and looks at the dais. She takes Naedragard's words in and nods. Xune walks over to the yathrin, drops to her knees as well and whispers a few sentences in a language no-one nearby understands, though it sounds vaguely like drow.
Tavia furrows her brows at the debate going on between Zhadristan and Xyranma and gets away from them. Khalas keeps a respectful distance to the yathrins eyeing the males as well. Gaess stays close to the entry of the cavern, clearly not that enchanted to linger in a place of holy importance to the dark elves.

"Ah now, look, that is interesting too!" Naedragard draws something like a robe out of the shadows at the back of the cavern. Some sort of brooch is still attached to it and the female holds it up prominently while moving to the centre of the place. "Wonder what your yellow-skinned friends from Limbo have been doing here?" She shows the brooch which is clearly of githzerai making towards Farviaan. "Why'd they go for the arch' ...," Naedragard muses.

[Phaerven]

"This one for a start", Zhadristan says and reveals a wand on his belt previously covered by his cloak. "If you cease entering my body or anything else that belongs to me, we will be fine. If you insist on keeping up with it, we will not. The choice is yours. You can either stick to our mission and we move on or the journey might soon end for one of us."

[Zanan]

The two yathrin finally turn their heads to Zhadristan, as does Khalas. Tarinyon gets out of any possible way the wand may point, that is near the exit and Gaess.
Naedragard lowers the robe and the brooch, cocking her head, obviously somewhat surprised by it all.

Finally Kylara rises to her feet and looks at the two males (well, at least in their direction): "Now, it's not that we have a slight problem at our hands here, no? So what are you dolts on? Anyone care to explain?" The drow turns her head slightly towards Naedragard for a moment. "I see," she murmurs. "Now what?"

[Fabius Maximus]

Hearing the fiends words, Farviaans heads snaps around. He hurries over to her and snatches the brooch out of her hands while barking "Give me that!". He examines the jewelry for a moment. His face contorts into a grimace full of detest, and the tatoos on his face swirls angrily.
The gith inhales deeply to control himself, but his face is still livid with anger. He slips the brooch into one of his belt pouches, then announces to no one in particular: "I'll hunt these traitors down."