Delphine once more summoned the sight to pierce the veil of illusions that suffused the floating temple.  It strained her very being to do so and required far more concentration than usual--not at all helped by the plug up her ass--but she did so.<br/><br/>The stairs were revealed to be, at the halfway point, a totally flat slate that one would be hard pressed to ascend along.  Up the center from the halfway mark were, however, small divets for fingers and toes to allow one to climb the incline.<br/><br/><strong>"Damn it all,"</strong>Harlan swore,<strong>"time for a climb." </strong>Sheathing his blade her rubbed his eyes once more and advanced up the wide stairways.<br/><br/>Harlan put his foot down into the lowest divet.  After testing the sturdiness of the footing he advanced further, hands going up to the next to crawl up along the otherwise flat wood angle.<br/><br/>Halfway through the traversal a strange noise came from behind.  Delphine saw dark entities approaching: strange beings of condensed shadows with impossibly long legs and warped bodies.  Something like a head was atop them with white milky eyes that had pupils that split and recombined into little dots--the numbers of dice, she realized.  Their eyes would shake and shift to produce a different roll as they skuttered awkwardly towards the stairs.<br/><br/>There were three of them.  And they were headed straight for Harlan.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Harlan Defense</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-02-19 19:40:18, raoul (uid: 40688) rolls: 2d6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=130955)<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Harlan hadn't heard them yet.  What was his guardian spirit to do?