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

The iron symbols are haphazard as is; it is doubtful that they could be scavenged without compromising their effectiveness. Still, after a quick examination, he turns his attention to the makeshift alchemy table. There is a cylinder there that contains a strange, rusty red residue on the inside. Inside the satchel is, amongst herbs and alchemical reagents, another, similar cylinder, wrapped in a sheet of parchment.

Cold Iron Blanch
 
Seeing the Alchemy lab out of the corner of his eye he jump in surprise, not realizing that he had forgotten to search it as well after reading the book. He rushes over to it and searching through the pile until he finds both the cylinders and the satchel of herbs, figuring that they might come in handy as well, even if only as potential coin. Satisfied he leaves the inn, and makes his way to the Library.

Lol I completely spaced that there was the alchemy lab lol
 
The shadows in the inn's common room dance, and Archon was quite certain now that there was some form of fey being present in the room with him. But it does not make itself known.

Outside, it takes a while to find the library, as none of the buildings have any signage. But eventually, he does. It is surprisingly intact; most of the structure seems to be carved straight from solid, living stone. Inside is a veritable maze of musty tome-covered shelves, most of the books seem to have been destroyed by the ages long ago, though some still appear serviceable.
 
Archon walks deliberately, and with confidence, not wanting to alert the fay that he knew they were their. As he reaching the library, a trip that has him literally scour the town and go door to door until he finds the right one. Once inside he gets to work, checking for clues on the bearers location, and also looking for any books that might be relevant as well.

Perception check 26, Looking for clues.
 
His search does not take long to bear fruit. In one corner of the second floor, he finds a desk that shows recent use; the dust has been disturbed, and there are even fresh candles in place. The surroundings show signs of a scuffle, and some of the books have been knocked about. Two books are open on the desk; On the Fair Folk and Formians and Thriae; The Insectfolk.
 
Archon takes a look at the scuffle, trying to make heads or tails of it. He's no tracker, but he still hopes to find something. He also picks up both books, setting them down on the desk. Once he finishes with any potential tracks he opens both tombs. He starts with the book on the fay, seeing them as the more immediate threat.

Survival Check 14, to see If he can track the signs of the scuffle and where they lead.
 
He spots a sword, lying on the ground not too far away. Upon inspection, he sees that it is a sabre, the hilt brazen and silk-wrapped, with delicate patterns etched and printed on the brass and silk. The blade has a slight curve to it, and is exceptionally well-balanced. He continues, and finds more clues; disturbed dust, knocked over books, but as he proceeds, he can feel a chill, deep inside of him. It does not take him long to realize that his stone seems to be growing cold...

Leaving the trail for now, he returns to the book. The book on the Fey has some interesting information:
The Fair Folk never fully inhabit our dimension; whenever they dwell in an area, they commonly construct, through some means, a sort of pocket dimension called a Labyrinth by some, due to how it is entered. Unlike other dimensional transitions, there is no obvious point of entry, no glowing portal or the like. Most mortals who enter it do so by getting lost, within the region of our world associated with the Labyrinth. Forests, caves, and other areas are frequent regions where labyrinths are found, and once inside, they are nearly impossible to navigate through conventional means. Mages can use divinations; otherwise it requires being shown the way out by one of the Folk who inhabit the labyrinth.

If all the Fey who dwell in the Labyrinth are slain, it collapses, and anything or anyone associated with the real world suddenly find themselves somewhere within the associated region...


Formians and Thriae; The Insectfolk is open to a page describing how both species are ruled by queens. Of the two, the Thriae queen looks better, having the upper body of a mostly-human looking woman.
 
As Vail reads the book he records all the detail he can into his memory, especially how to destroy a labyrinth. This is useful he thinks. The bit about divination was useful to, however my talents laid in other areas and he had never learned any of the divination spells. Finishing with the fey Archon turned his attention to the Formians and Thriae, the Insectfolk, and opeing to the first page he can't help but notice the descriptors of the Thriae, and seeing the artist rendition catches his interest. he lets out a long whistle at the image "Wow" he says, before starting into the book proper. He doesn't forget about the feeling from earlier, the one that came from the stone, and decides to keep his ears and... bowels open.
 
The book contains a great deal of information about both Formians and Thriae, which Archon takes to heart. Formians are an expansive, antlike-society, who dwell in massive underground labyrinths that can be home to hundreds, if not thousands of workers and warriors. Though not innately aggressive, they are quite territorial, and prone to extreme acts in defense of their queens.

Thriae, similarly, structure their societies around the patterns of bee hives, though are more extravagant and opulent. A mystical race, they are valued as seers and oracles. All thriae are female, and so the queen must breed with humanoid males in order to propagate the colony. If a colony hasn’t received an offering of a suitable consort recently, thriae sometimes visit nearby settlements in the hope of garnering young male volunteers to come and live with them for the rest of their lives—living with the thriae exposes chosen males to many of the mysterious race’s secrets, so the prophetesses cannot afford to let them leave the thriae’s domains once they have entered. The life of male consorts is one of comfort and luxury, however, as they spend their days in a blissful trance brought on by the mind-altering effects of the thriae queen’s nourishing honey, a substance called merope.
 
Archon reads through the information on the insect people. He at leasts has an explanation for the Thriae aggression. If the book was correct then they need a decent supply of males to insure the prosperity of the hive. With the sudden loss of people here, that could be affecting them, and forcing them to go farther afield. The details are also useful to know, especially the tidbit about the merope. Closing the book Archon goes to pick up the trail again, and starts to follow it, hoping to find out what happened here, and get the heck out.

Survival Skill check 10 = following the trail
 
As he follows the trail, his stone grows cold, but not uncomfortably so. Is there a connection?

He finds... interesting things along the trail. A leather protective harness, with a variety of pouches and loops for holding potions and other adventuring gear. A discarded boot, then another. As he progresses, the paths between the shelves seem less ordered and more... otherworldly. He is soon convinced that he is no longer on the material plane at all.

He progresses, finding a blouse with a rather nice-looking pattern embroidered on it. He finds a wide-brimmed hat with a feather in it. Next he finds a torn skirt, green with golden stitching and lined with lace. A discarded frilly white brassiere is next.

At last, he finds what looks like a spiral stairwell descending into gods know where. At the top of the stairwell is a white lace thong, lying on the floor. He can hear high-pitched, maniacal laughter coming from below, accompanied by feminine wailing.
 
As Archon walks he spots the various articles of discarded clothing, and notices the shifting sensation around him. Finally as he reaches the stares, finding the last piece of clothing he reaches down to pick up the lace thong. He considered going back for the rest when he hears the laughter, and the wailing. He creeps forward, his eyes and ears open, underwear quickly tucked inside his robes. Mumbling under his breath and contorting his fingers he summons the cold touch to his fingers, figuring that he was going to need it before to long. Slowly and quietly he walks down the steps, down and down, looking to see whats making the noise.

Casting Chilling touch, holding the charge
Stealth skill check 24, sneaking up on whatever is making the noise down below.
 
Archon is practically silent as he descends the stairs, viewing what lies below. The stairs are free-standing, and he can view the chamber beneath through the bars of the handrails.

A torture chamber of sorts has been created, from repurposed library furniture, or rather, reality has warped to create a torture chamber within the library motif. About half a dozen blue, one-foot tall creatures scamper about, surrounding a young, naked brunette who is hanging from the ceiling, tied in place by her wrists and ankles, which are tied above and below her respectively. The cackling blue little monsters have massive, grotesque heads that are strangely balanced on their bodies, which are only dressed in the belts that carry their wicked-looking tools.

She screams as they use rusty-looking pliers to tug viciously on her nipples and clitoris, almost as though they are intent on ripping her apart. As they amuse themselves tormenting her, another fey, this one a diminutive bat-like monstrosity, is working on a contraption that looks like a long, corkscrew-like drill hooked up to some sort of motor. As the other fey continue yanking on her sensitive bits, the bat-fairy activates the drill, and lines it up between her butt cheeks. Cackling, it begins to slowly push it forward.

The brunette looks around, desperately, hearing the drill but not seeing it. Archon sees the tip pass through her butt cheeks, and she screams, eyes bulging out, as it begins to drill into her anus...
 
As Archon makes his way farther and farther down the stares, he can make out more detail to the noises below him. Finally he looks over the edge of the railings and can make out the torture room below him, and the subject. He watches as the little blue skinned creatures torture the girl, while the bat thing starts up the drill, and begins working on her ass. Seeing all this he reacts... violently... He draws out a potion bottle, a stylized bull engraved in the glass, and downs it, before grabbing the railing, and vaulting over the side. As an after thought he hopes that he's not to far up, bracing himself for a rough landing. He reaches out as he falls, glowing hands extended as he looks to hammer blow the bat thing from above.

Drinking Potion of Bull Strength, lasts 3 minutes
Acrobatics Skill Check, 13, to avoid falling damage
Attack 14
(If I hit)
Chilling Touch Damage 3, DC 13 Fort Save or takes 1 point Strength Damage, 1 touch expended.
Melee Damage, 7
 
Archon manages to avoid without injuring himself, as well as taking the fey completely off-guard. His blow lands on the cackling fairy, who's sole focus is the ass he's drilling, which jiggles from the combination of her legs spasming and the screw that's burrowing up through her sphincter. The necrotic energy blasts the bat-fairy, and it flies through the air, landing with a wet squishing sound against the wall, splattering before crumbling to dust.

The large-headed, ugly little fairies then turn on him, brandishing silver daggers and pliers angrily. Two of them stare at him, their eyes glowing bright red and swirls appearing within.

Theris:1D20+8 → 23(15 + 8)
Theris:1D20+8 → 17(9 + 8)

The effects of their mind powers are no match for Archon, and the others charge forward, trying to surround him. Their blows are mere pinpricks to him, though. (Take 1 damage)

The machine continues to delve into the damsel's anus, pulled along by its drill shape.
 
Vail let out a hiss of pain as one of the creatures nicked him, followed by a growl. The potion running through his system making his muscles feel like they were on fire. He lased out at two of the nearer creatures, his left hand glowing and his right hooking like a claw.

Attack target 1 = 5

Attack target 2 = 16 (Hand with Chilling touch)
Chilling touch 5 Damage, DC 13 or suffers 1 Strength Damage
Melee damage = 7
 
The first foe ducks below his swing, but the second one connects, blasting the fey to ashes. Vail can see that using magic against these things is rather overkill at this point. The foes attacks are rather pitiful, small darts and daggers that the monk easily dodges. He only takes light injury (1 Damage). It appears these things rely either on ambush, or more powerful fey to do the heavy lifting.
 
Archon grins as the fay creature collapses under the power of his magic, though he's quick to realize that these things are rather weak. The second nick is irritating, but hardly life threatening. He lunges into their midst, not bothering to cast any more spells and just going to town on the little blue skinned creatures. He lashes out, arms and legs moving as if in an intricate dance as he targets another two of the creatures.

Target 1 (Flurry of blows) 19
Damage 11
Target 2 (Flurry of Blows) 21
Damage 11
 
Two more fey go down, their necks snapping with each blow. Only two remain standing, who flee into the Labyrinth. It is doubtful Archon can find them, at least without proper magick. Looking back, Archon can see that the drill has embedded itself about halfway up the damsel's ass. She has not reacted to Archon's presence in the least, as her eyes and tongue are bulging out, and her body is shaking in tremors.
 
As the fey flee Archon flexes his fingers and sends a bolt of energy after one of the two before turning back to the woman. Walking over to the contraption he tries to figure out how it works and starts flicking levers and such until the machine stops. With a sigh of relief he grabs a hold of the contraption, and slowly starts to pull it from the girls rectum. Once the object is all the way out of her ass he drops it the the floor and walks around to face her. "I take it your the other Stone bearer? Names Archon, Mistress Versio sent me to find you" he says, trying to bring the girl back from whatever fog she was in.

Magic Missile Auto hits (Unless they have a Shield spell active)
Damage 3

Disable Device 17, Shutting down the drill
 
The creature shrieks as Archon's missile hits it in the ass, but they manage to get away regardless. Archon has to be careful, not to damage the damsel's ass as he extracts the drill probe. As he does so, he cannot help but notice that she is a highly attractive woman, with ample bosoms, a thin waist, and a smooth, bubbly backside. She pants heavily, groaning in pain. As he walks in front of her, she raises her head, lustrous, wavy brown locks cascading down over her perky D-cups. "G-Giselle..." She whimpers, her eyes still bulging and lips trembling.
 
Archon looks over the restraints holding Giselle in place and goes to work on them. "Well Giselle, lets get you out of here... Can you walk?" he asks, looking at her ass. He can't help but enjoy her appearance, and feels himself growing hard and he worked to free her. His hands drift over her flesh from time to time, gently as me moves between the restraints.

Disable device 7 = Trying to free her from her restraints.
 
Fortunately, the restraints are nothing more than simple ropes; Archon is able to cut them easily enough. Giselle stumbles as he cuts her loose, holding onto him as her legs tremble beneath her weight. As pretty as her ass is, her pucker's red and gaping at the moment, and thanks to his elven eyes, Archon can see that her stone has been cracked.

She throws her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. "I... I will need zome time..." She says in a rather thick Touvaintian accent. "I do not know vhere we would go anyway... Zhere is no vay to escape zhis labyrinth..."
 
Archon held the girl up as she stumbled against him, getting a decent look up her rear in the process and wincing at what he saw. he nodded his head at what she said, "There is a way out, even if we don't know the path... How many of the fay are down here?" he asked.
 
"I... I do not know. We cannot be sure," She says, slowly regaining some semblance of her senses. "It... it is so hard to gain a look at what they are doing... I think... I think they were trying to break my stone..."
 
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