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Originally Posted by ladyarcana55
Sunae looks upon the mountain with pride and a burning sense of purpose. There is a feeling of serenity, of peace, about her as she looks upon her Blessed Lady's dwelling and she fervently hopes to be worthy of entering that home one day.
But for now, there is work to be done.
She gives the volcano a slight bow and says a quick prayer before turning and watching the others for any indication on where they need to go.
There is a slight trill of Disturbance as she unsheathes her sword from its hidden spot.
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Originally Posted by Rocket Man
A distant smile crosses Kane's (now Eumolpius's) face as he remembers the last time he came here, long, long ago, in the company of an Amerindian guide from the Happy Hunting Grounds. Bagged a few demons together, the two of us, he muses. OK, he was a damned Ethereal, but at least he was on our side. Wonder whatever happened to him?
With a slight effort, Eumolpius brings himself back to reality. His lean frame now has a cast of shadow to it, a shade only emphasized by the black wings billowing behind him.
"I'm guessin' either Miss Dignity or Shimpu here (he nods at Corat) gets to be our guide for a bit," he says. "And that all of us need to watch our steps. There's rattlers out there."
He gives an amused glance to Mitchim. "No offense."
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A winged ewe looks up and down at a spinning mass of razorwire with a pulsating red light at its core. The razorwire--Corat's celestial form--coalesces into something slightly more human, a centaur of sorts if a centaur were a man with the legs of a tank crossed with an octopus. "General directions," he says to her, and she points towards the Loas' swamp. "Ah yes," he says, "they haven't moved much at all."
But there is motion there. It seems the Loas are in ethereal favor again, entertaining guests in their grassy palaces. As Corat and Dignity lead you towards them you pass the bubbles of dreamers. One near you begins to turn red and black and starts to drift quickly towards the Nightmare side of the vale, jostling others roughly as it passes.
Atop Gabriel's volcano you hear a voice quite clearly. "Then bring him here!" If you look up you'll see a pair of Malakim having a heated argument. One of those has charcoal-grey wings and is dressed in a Napoleonic white military uniform, the one who apparently made the outburst. Dignity (the ewe) seems to recognize his voice, and looks up to him in surprise and sympathy. He is arguing with a fellow with inky black wings, slightly larger and wearing the look of an Arab nobleman of the same era. In reply he simply beats his wings against the ground. The two stare at each other until they realize they have an audience. Then they back off slightly, put their wings in a less aggressive posture, and resume a quiet argument.