<div class="floatright">(https://aryaakasha.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/69496339_10162156006140574_7207724853841887232_n.jpg?w=676)</div><strong>Kaahreyha the Red</strong><br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Meow, Xazgir, Gloss, Jas<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Exits</strong>: Plains (West), Gatehouse Mound (East), Opened Wall Passage (Southeast)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Scouting?  Yes,"</strong>Kaahreyha rubbed her chin and considered the fortress.<strong>"This foul place was already cursed, and now we have worse things afoot."<br/><br/>"I defer to the wisdom of the Summoners in this regard.  Make ready the place of battle that my forces might riddle our foes with righteous shafts."</strong><br/><br/>If Kaahreyha felt she needed Gloss's permission, or Dame Meow's forgiveness, she did not dignify their commentary with any recognition of such.  A proud warrior before her people, she gave every appearance of surveying and commanding the field.  She gave the air of someone who was used to riding high in the saddle.  Her shoulders wide, back straight, and bow in one hand she seemed ready to let fly at any moment yet regally poised.<br/><br/>She was not a woman who would be easily made to defer.<br/><br/>Her face remained neutral at mentions of giant horse statues.  Whether she was ignoring this comments or she felt this a natural thing to propose was unclear (<strong>Insight DC 14</strong>).<br/><br/><strong>"A good way to die?  I agree, it would be a good death.  Yet you say this like you complain.  You're still alive are you not, O spirit of war?"</strong>Kaahreyha cocked a brow at the daemon, pondering his commentary.<strong>"But we should not walk into a trap, you are right.  Scouts will suss the enemy's stance.  But to me..."</strong>the sounds from beyond the wall had taken a certain wet,<em>slapping </em>sound that echoed cavernously alongside bestial moans and shrieks.<br/><br/><em>Fwapfwapfwap.  Uuaurguh!!</em>All the hundreds outside could hear this debauched, primal play ring out.<br/><br/><strong>"It sounds like we'd be catching them with their <em>sherfahs </em>unlatched."</strong><br/><br/>The attendant masses of cavalry still marveled at the Guardians, gawking not just at their peculiar nature and grace but also their deference to their Summoners.  To the Olaq, it seemed the relationship was rather reversed: but that only made the story of the Summoners' magickal powers grander, for them have to beguiled such potent entities.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  (definitely) Myra, (potentially) Lucifel, Tamithari<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Walls, Flying<br/><strong>Exits</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Myra's</strong>ascent was aided by porous gaps in the stonework.  It was as if though she scaled less a castle wall and more a peeling face hewn of brown earth.<br/><br/>For her trouble she was treated to much the same sight as the Angel would be, should they ascend:<br/><br/>The webbing within the fortress was far more extensive, and the blurs in reality stretched throughout.  In fact some hallways and turns into darkness visible through the cracked and broken husk of the fortifications walls seemed to lead into entirely impossible places, further walkways that should've been opening up onto the greenery of the fortress's courtyard and winding upwards stairs at the tip of a destroyed turret.<br/><br/>These impossible passageways had a purple filament drawn across them.  Or perhaps the air was full of some very fine mist.  Either way, they had a certain<em>look </em>about them that suggested a fel, otherworldly nature.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">Those who gain this vantage point may roll Perception to see yet more...<br/></div></div><br/><br/>