<strong>Location:</strong>Enroute to Antechamber<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Void, Chorgath, Others<br/><br/>Ferril doesn't respond to Chorgath's admonishment.  His expression is set in an irritated sneer, facing forward towards their goal, and he clearly has something to answer with, but he's biting it back all the way...<br/><br/>Even without Ruby and Cerulean leading, the pathway would be obvious enough by following the trail of blood smears on the wall that Cerulean had left on their way here.  It's at the very end of the path that a new obstacle presents itself: two of the massive stone tables that were flanking the walls of the antechamber has been flung against the doorway, presenting an effective barrier against entry.<br/><br/>A bloody engagement is being waged beyond.  Being made out of overlapping stone tables, the barrier does offer some windows into the fray-- there's little light beyond, as everything is shrouded in violet-threaded darkness, thicker and blacker than black-- though unless someone puts their eye to one of these 'windows' to study, more could be discerned through actually getting through, however the assembled group does so.  Right off the bat, both of Anjushri's aides don't do more than share a look before putting their shoulders into trying to push them apart-- but, based on the lack of immediate results, it'll be quite some time before they can get it down.<br/><br/>Not soon enough for the sake of the people inside, probably.<br/><br/>To one side, Samaro finally draws the long blade slung behind his back, setting all the hallway a'humming with the revelation of steel-that-is-more-than-steel.  Willing Suicides eyes the group for suggestions; this isn't his area of expertise.  Ferril swears again below his breath and shakes his head, stepping back, arms folded in front of him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Either a Feat of Strength 14+ or causing sufficient damage to destroy an inanimate object the size of a Fortress Gate will open the way.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">And for Void...</div><div class="spoiler_body">The shouting and the clamor is enough to cause her the Twitch.  In having the Twitch, she can also hear sound patterns consistent with three different sorts of combatants.  One group, human (or humanish), what with the grunting and the actually having voices.  Another group, definitely not human owing on account of the horrid resonant bestial wailing.  A third, definitely not human because there is no vocalizations coming at all from them whatsoever.  Not even the sounds of breathing!<br/><br/>Also, for what it's worth, Ferril said "Gods-damned monster-fucking Witches."</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Temple Hallways<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger<br/><br/>Before long, it becomes easier to track Iori's path by the man-sized holes in the wall than by the drippings of ember-glow.  Another hallway down, Sanger can hear a solid -WHUMP- radiating through the corridor, followed by the sound of crumbling stone and masonry.<br/><br/>Another corner turned and he sees the source of not only the noise, but the holes.<br/><br/>"Oh hey!" Howls Skyward says brightly as he turns to Sanger, smiling a big dopey grin.  In one hand, he has the handle of a massive moonsilver flail, the head of which is roughly as big as Sanger's chest.  In the other, slung over a shoulder smeared with glowing orange-red fluid, he has Iori-- face down, unconscious and unmoving, her red hair loose and fallen free from the band and pins she was keeping it pinned back with.  "I know you.  You caught up!"<br/><br/>Absently, he ducks beneath and through the hole in the wall he's just created.  "You can help me find 'er," he adds.  "You'd prolly like that.  She's strong."