<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>The nobleman's shielding light did nothing to protect him from her magic missiles and he the force of it battered his body. The aristocrat took it hardily, although it appeared that he wouldn't be able to take too many more hits like that.<br/><br/>Black tentacles sprouted from the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. It was enough to cover a third of the dining room and block out the door completely. The Captain, still exhausted from the effect of her enfeebling spell earlier, was hopeless to resist. They bound the other woman quickly, tentacles upon her ankles and wrists. She struggled against it, losing her samurai helmet in the process and revealing long raven hair. She would have fallen over, but the female warrior's weight was suspended by the tentacles as they bound her up. It all seemed so... pervertedly expected.<br/><br/>Idao too succumbed to them, his arms bound as one writhed around his waist to restrict him. It was clear the Grand Lord was trying to summon up all his will for another mental projection into her mind, but he simply could not concentrate under the effects of the sorceress' spell.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tentacling the asian bodyguard, huh? :P She attempts escape artist, but is pretty much helpless. Idao attempts to use a power, but it fizzles.</div></div><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>Dirae grinned wide, "We'll see about that, lover boy. You find me the king's vault and I'll see about you getting me wet, eh?"<br/><br/>She searched the area again, peering behind book cases and underneath rugs. After awhile, she gave up and shrugged. Around the study, the archivist couldn't find any mirrors or other objects with which to use for the scrying, and his use of the crystal ball earlier seemed to indicate it was strictly for the use of 'seeing' the network of runes.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Speaking of which!<br/><br/>(http://s1.postimage.org/en8skfdw5/Ongwyn_copy.jpg)<br/><br/>Not an exact blueprint of where all the buildings and such are, but that's the point. The tower is at the center, and Dexter could feel many smaller paths branching out but was unable to pinpoint them precisely enough to draw it.</div></div><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The Goblin woman looked at her, a fair distance away so that she would not have to raise her head to see the woman. As Ellen approached, she lifted her chin up slightly. The orc behind her was methodically dressing himself.<br/><br/>Silently, she took the scroll from Ellen's grasp. The priestesses' golden eyes focused on the scroll, and then the Paladin's hand. Unmoving, she locked her gaze upon the Ghost's fingers. After a tense moment, the goblin priestess slipped her nail through the seal and opened the envelope.<br/><br/>Everyone was so quiet. Not a word was uttered from goblin or orc lips since the ritual.<br/><br/>The goblin's eyes went through the whole letter, line by line. When she was finished, her hand went down to her side and she peered up at the taller woman, her eyes slightly narrowing as the golden earrings framing her cheeks jingled.<br/><br/>"Are you feeling unwell, sister?" She asked.