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Archon Vail on the Island of Wreclast (Causeway x Theris)

Archon keeps the creature contained to the best of his ability, not cutting of the creatures ability to breath or speak, but keeping his arm around its neck so that thats an option. He decides to let Giselle do most of the talking, after all, his job was to come and get her. Though he is curious about a few things, he figures he'll ask them before they deal with this creature to escape.

Grapple=17 Maintaining the grapple
 
"First off," Giselle says, "you are going to help us get out of this labyrinth. And then, you'll tell me why and how you are controlling the Formians and Thriae."

"I dunno nothin!" The creature says, in his thick accent. "Anna you canna make me do anythinn!"

Giselle shakes her head, a dangerous look in her eyes. "Not so," she says, and reaches down to grab his cock, causing him to give a squeak.
 
Archon raises his eyebrow at Giselle as she questions the little creature, and then her actions afterwards. He whispers in the creatures ear "Remember what you and your friends did to her earlier? What do you think your odds are that your going to keep your dick If you don't talk" He asks the little creature. Figuring that it would be more likely to speak after thinking that one through.

Grapple 27, Maintaining grapple
 
"Oh fuck..." The mite groans, but Giselle just leans in closer. "I can be very nice... or very naughty, depending on how you react. Now, to start with, will you remove us from the maze?" The mite nods, and suddenly Archon feels a strong onset of vertigo. As he blinks and tries to clear his head, he finds that they are all back at the desk where Giselle was working earlier, in the real world.

"Good," Giselle purrs, and gently begins to massage the mite's cock. He groans, his eyes crossing, as he grows quite hard. "Now, I believe my friend and I both have questions, so we'll take turns..."
 
Archon decides that he should ask the most prevalent question first "Why were you after the bearers of the Stones?" he asks. Figuring that finding that out might save his hide down the road.
 
"The bearers of the stones?" He asks, and Giselle tightens her grip dangerously. "Gah! I... I dunno! We go after them because... because that is what the Queen says to do!"

Sighing, Giselle leans in and whispers, "It does make sense that a mook like this wouldn't know why he was following us, just obeying orders. But if you want to press, I can..."
 
Archon sighed, it had been a long shot anyway. "No, it was a long shot anyway" he says. He didn't bother to ask about the mites commander, since they had probably kill him back in the labyrinth. "How are you finding us?" he asks instead, wondering if they might be able to do something to hide themselves from the fey.
 
The mite gives out a strained laugh as Giselle continues to stroke him. "The... Lensers, they can find anyone. Anyone..."

Giselle keeps stroking him. "Now, on the Insect-folk. I know that your kind are responsible for their increased aggression. How?"

"The... the ancient pacts... All creatures of Nature must bow before the Queen of Wreclast..."
 
Archon looks up at Giselle at that point "I think a certain friend of our will want to hear about this" he says, before returning his attention to the Mite. "Are there any more fey nearby that we need to worry about? he asks the creature.
 
The mite shakes his head. "No, no no no! There are too few of us already!" With that, he yelps and throws his hands over his mouth.

"He gave that out too easily," Giselle whispers to him. "What do you think?"

(Roll Sense Motive)
 
Archon narrows his eyes at the creature, before taking a moment to check their surroundings. " A little quick to answer that one, weren't you" he says in the mites ear, tightening his arm around the creatures throat for a few moments.

Sense Motive 23
 
Archon doesn't believe that the mite has the guile to try to deceive them like this; it seems too simple a creature. The fact that the Labyrinth collapsed the way it did suggests that he is telling the truth.

Giselle looks at the half-elf. "Anything else you want to ask him?"
 
Archon shakes his head, "I think we've learned all we can from him" he says. With that he releases the creature, but before it can escape or do anything the Half Elf slams both hands into the sides of the creatures head. Letting the creature drop to the ground before looking at Giselle "so, what do you want to do with the little bastard?" he asks, looking down at the creature.

Grapple 29
Non Lethal Damage 8
 
Giselle has a dark look on her face, and pulls out a curved knife. "Just what they did to me," she hisses, and places the blade below the mite's sack.

Archon can tell that this is not something the woman would normally do, but it is up to him if he tries to talk her out of it, or let her go through with it.
 
Considering what Archon had seen the little creatures doing to Giselle, he does not object to her methods. He turns his back and waits for her to finish with the Mite. "We should probably leave soon, the fey may have more friends nearby then our captive might have known about" he says
 
Given the strength of the mite's erection, he bleeds profusely as Giselle severs his genitals. It is likely that he will be dead soon.

The swashbuckler stands, wincing. "Thank you for the help, and now I can report back that my mission was something of a success. It would've been... rather embarrassing to report failure to her in this regard."
 
Archon nods his head "I know the feeling, I'm not sure the mistress would be very understanding" he says. Noticing a draft the half elf takes a few moments to track down his robe and pants. reaching into the fold of the robe he retrieves the potions that he kept there, handing one over to Giselle and drinking the other himself. Its bitter going down and he winces at the taste, but a moment later his wounds start to numb.

Potion of Cure Light Wounds = 4
 
The potion helps Giselle, but the poison remains in effect. "I have some things back at the inn, we should probably retrieve them before we leave. There's a vial of anti-toxin amongst them, I think... Oh, I was so stupid to leave my things behind, even just to visit the library..."
 
Archon chuckles a bit "lead the way" he says, with a flourish and a bow. As they walk he checks her condition, hopping that shes not going to drop dead on him. That would be embarrassing to have to explain to Amberly.
 
The poison seems to be causing her muscles to cramp, but is otherwise not overly adversely affecting her constitution. They return to the room where Giselle had set up the iron runes. "It looks like someone's been in here," she says, cautiously approaching.
 
Archon looks a little sheepish as he answers "That would be me, I stopped by to rest and prepare before coming to get you, and this was the most secure location I could find on short notice" he says.
 
"Well, as long as you didn't paw through my things-You pawed through my things," she deadpanned, shooting him an annoyed glare. "I'm grateful you saved my life, but I appear to be missing a pair of panties, and would kindly wish that you'd return them."
 
Archon blushes lightly and grins at the girl, reaching into his robes and removing the delicate cloth he had found earlier. he offered the silken garment to Giselle, a sheepish grin on his face. "To be fair I intended to return them, were you not in such dire straights earlier and needed immediate rescue" he says. He had completely forgotten that he had taken the small article of clothing, though his reason was true at least.
 
Snatching the thong from his hand, Giselle slid it on beneath her skirt, and adjusted herself. Now looking somewhat decent, she wore beautiful clothing, sturdy yet feminine, giving her the appearance of a beautiful but dangerous vixen. She wore mainly red and white with lace trim, reinforced leather over top to give her a bit of protection. And of course, her bodice was cut low and her skirt was high enough that her cheeks flashed as she walked.
 
Archon looks the girl up and down and gives her a low whistle, waggling his eyebrows at her. "Shall we make our way back? or do these stones provide two way communication?" he asks.
 
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