<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JUc5yAQ.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fyr, Sultani Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 43/43 / <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 25 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 24 / <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 / <strong>Ref</strong> +3 / <strong>Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -1<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>1st Level:</strong> 6/8<br/><strong>2nd Level:</strong> 4/4<br/></div></div><hr/>Fyr follows the others into the innards of the red-steel tower that seems almost like a fortress-monastery if the armored figures are any indication of the place's martial bent. Despite the assurances of safe conduct though, she's more wary. The tapestries depicting scenes of peace seem entirely at odds with the way many of the individuals who fill the place carry themselves, readying for war. It seemed strange, and almost an oxymoron that they should preach peace while preparing for war. Following the others, her eyes widened at the sight of the lich, and her arms half-rose in a defensive gesture before quickly dropping at the lich's tone. Nothing with that jovial of a tone, despite as disturbing as the voice itself was, appeared to intend them harm. Still, a modicum of wariness remained in her stance as she listened to his words.<br/><br/>At the presenting of various items, she accepted from Bao a strange mask that seemed to be made of rock (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/m-p/mask-of-stony-demeanor), yet was supple in her hands. She bowed her thanks as she studied the mask, trying to figure if it might have some hidden trap waiting to be sprung, but after a few moments gave an almost imperceptible shrug before placing it to cover her face where only the slits of her glowing eyes could now be seen.<br/><br/>Marcus then spoke up, and Fyr echoed his words with a nod of her own; after all, they should know more of their would-be benefactors, especially if this quest were as dangerous as they might suggest--and Pandemonium did not sound like a very hospitable place. Still, all this talk of order and harmony chafed at her. The others might join this... faction, but it did not seem as though it would be overly conducive to her own situation.<br/><br/>She listened alongside the others as Bao explains the matter of factions and... Sigil. Her eyes glowed from behind the mask as she listened enraptured. Sigil. It had a ring to it, one that seemed to captivate her mind and her eyes dimmed as she wondered at what it would be like to actually be in that city. Suddenly, the lich made a move, causing Fyr's eyes to once more blaze in alarm at the thought of what Bao might be forcing Marcus to undergo. "W--what did you do?" she demands of the lich as she notes the expression on Marcus's bovine face, raising her morningstar in a guard position, the words echoing robotic-ally from behind the newly-worn mask. Once she sees any sign from Marcus that he is unharmed, she slowly lowers the weapon, though her hackles would be raised had she any.<br/><br/>She follows after the lich (with the others in tow if no one has any qualms about believing the undead creature), eyes narrowing as it speaks to a dragon she had barely noticed before it had made its presence known, before travelling ever deeper into the recesses of the earth. At the grand voice she gasped, and as the Queen of Evil Dragonkind showed herself, she took an inadvertent step or two back in the horror and awe of the grand creature. She remains silent as Bao completes his accord with Tiamat.<br/><br/>"...I don't think I'll ever get used to that, even it we come down and pass her another dozen times," she murmurs quietly to the others, still jarred by the strange sight. At his direction, she steps gingerly through the portal and into the gusting winds of Pandemonium, looking around wide-eyed at the change of pace. A voice catches her attention and she spins in place to come eye to ... eyes with a horrific creature out of some dread nightmare. Immediately her shield and morningstar rise in a futile attempt to ward off an imminent attack, and slowly drop as the creature speaks in an even more jovial tone than that which the lich had used. "...Not going to get used to this. Definitely not... Nothing like that back home..." she mutters under her breath as the beholder introduces itself.<br/><br/>She quickly steps inside still glancing back at the huge tentacled monstrosity, wondering how so much mass was kept aloft and what would happen if it entered a zone dead of magic. "Questions. Right," she begins, trying to get back her bearing and gain control of the situation. "Who are we to find and rescue? What's this plane like? Anything we need to be wary of, environmental hazards and the like? Anything else you think we should know?" she asks, trying to keep the tone of desperation out of her voice, though the mask drowns it out nicely as she tries to regain her mental footing.