<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Baa'lethor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kadence, Tiberious, Shenovi, Antonious, Reginald, Noelle, Zefiriel, Glasya, Arkand<br/><strong>Location/time:</strong>Dark Alley, Theatre, Behind Tavern<br/><br/>Pachiko was losing his mind, flitting and fluttering around Baa'lethor's head like the most obnoxious sort of pest.<br/><br/>"You weren't even supposed to have that! Much less, bring it<em>here</em>! Now you've lost it, the banned text of forbidden spells! How could you? How dare you? The Lord will be so displeased!" Pachiko tittered on, absolutely beside himself with worry. "You've really done it now! Stripped of title, tossed back to the plains, both of us! Oh Satan! What can we do?"<br/><br/>"Calm yourself!" Baa'lethor hissed at the daemonette, expelling pores of "Aggravated Frustration" which smelled like salt water taffy and fresh cut lemons. "Need I remind you that this is all your fault? You're the one who summoned me face first into some fit bird's knickers! Even if that lot figures out what they've got there, none of 'em can even read a word of it, much less harness the kind of high level magic it describes. Just take a breath and let's focus on the task at hand. Cloak my clothes, I'm going to try and find these... Sacrifices."<br/><br/>Baa'lethor jumped sharply into the air and in an instant changed shape into a black crow, his clothes falling into a pile on the ground as he flew out of the neck hole. A brief flutter of wings and a few falling black feathers, and Baa'lethor was perched on the edge of the nearest roof. He took a moment to preen himself, narrow beak slipping into the plumage on his chest. His head shook for a moment, bird feathers tended to itch unless they were lying just so. As soon as his new form was in order, the Incubus took to wing.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before Pachiko caught back up, fluttering after the crow. When the daemonette looked like he was about to resume chastising, Baa'lethor silenced him with a sharp "Kaa!" sound that issued forth from his beak.<br/><br/>It was easy to move through the air, and the midnight colored plumage afforded him perfect camouflage in the night sky. First he doubled back, soaring in a wide arc over the lot behind the tavern where he had been summoned. It seemed that Kadence had the right idea, trying to flee the situation, but was having a devil of a time with it. The Big Bleached Blond Bully was grabbing at her face and repeatedly halting her escape. Further complicating the situation was the most unexpected variable yet, another demon, one who might possess the knowledge to translate the Forbidden Text.<br/><br/>Worse yet, an Etherial had arrived on the scene, not just any Etherial, but the bleeding Archangel had chosen that dusty lot to stage his own arrival to the Earthly realm. Quite unsettling indeed. For now, Baa'lethor decided that discretion in this was the better part of valour, Shenovi wasn't a part of Baa's mission, so he felt no need to defend the sneaky demon from the Archangel, perhaps Kadence could make her escape while Shenovi and the Etherial were locked in combat. He made a wide turn, wings spread wide, banking toward the town center. Away from the violence that seemed inevitable.<br/><br/>Finding the Chosen Sacrifice proved to be no problem at all, as the theatre in the town center bore his name painted across massive banners, almost ten feet high. This of course offered its own set of challenges, given the nature of his mission. Too public, to out in the open.<br/><br/>Flying toward the theatre, Baa'lethor also caught sight of Glasya already at work on the young King of Krum. He rolled his avian eyes at the sight, passing overhead to perch lightly on the roof facing the stage. This would be a good opportunity to identify his targets without being identified himself. In spite of everything that had gone wrong, Baa'lethor felt generally optimistic about the realization that his targets were artists.<br/><br/>After watching enough of the show to be assured that Reginald was going to stay put for a while, Baa'lethor fluttered back to the tavern. Perching quietly on the roof, Baa'lethor watched the events unfold, willing to intervene only if Kadence seemed in danger of losing the Incubus' treasure to one of these... "Others".