The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

???: ~You can leave once and for all, and I will not chase you.~

Cyra: ~Come now, you can bargain better than that... And do you really want me wandering about, with knowledge enough to have you declared.... *She savours the word* Traitoris Diabolus?"

???: ~I would rather have that than fall prey to your machinations, *she practically spits the word at her* demon...~

Cyra: ~My Goals are less than diabolical sweet servant of the imperium, in fact they may even align with yours...~

???: ~I find that more than hard to believe... servant of the dark prince...~

Cyra: ~I no longer serve his perverse majesty, in fact i rather think he hates me.~

???: ~I find that first half even harder to believe...~

Cyra: ~If you would allow me to show you, all could be explained.~

*willpower save roll because curiosity!*

The member 'Nazamroth' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd20' : 1

*........fuck!*
???: *lowering mental barriers because crit fail trust issues!* ~Fine.... Where to?~

Cyra: ~Come back to the cathedral... We can speak there.~

*After a bit, she shows up at the cathedral doors once more, covered in a heavy hood and cloak until i do the appearance creation rolls...*

Cyra: *She's standing at the back of the cathedral, looking Very regal, armour in case you forgot*

Spoiler:

*makes her way over yonder across the crowd. they can see beneath her hood from this distance, revealing sparkling blue eyes like the sea, and several small braids of brown hair framing her face from either side, locked with small golden jewelry at the ends.... at this distance, it also becomes obvious even through the cloack that RNGsus blessed her with frikkin F cups...*

Cyra: ~Come to the vestry dear...~

*she follows, followed by Lir and adriel, i guess?*

*You betcha.*

Cyra: "Welcome to our little conspiracy, inquisitor."

???: *she undoes her hood. she is apparently 185 cm tall, btw, and seems to be in her late 20s.* Divulging your plans so easily? You must think I will not leave this room alive, or that I can no longer do anything about your plans.... either way... *she grabs hold of her cloak, then with one swift twirl, tosses i aside, her waist-long braid swinging behind her, and revealing her clothing of noble quality underneath* ....You are underestimating Lady Elise Aver, the Adamantine, fiends!

OOC:

Adjust hair and boob size with imagination:

Cyra: *cyra purrs back* "To the contrary my dear... I estimate you perfectly, you see, our plans, so to speak have nothing to do with your imperium, save for supplying a certain... advantage over a particular adversary of ours.~

Elise: ....what?

Cyra "You think all creatures of the warp are harmonious allies? no no no... I want to kill Abaddon The Despoiler."

"I was refering to anything else to share about these 'artifacts from the Void'?"

Elise: .......why would you want that?

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Amo: Not much. We gathered them from intrusions over the years, but they are just some random crap.

The combat form huffs, "given how I felt like I was among the dead I suppose random objects like this existed elsewhere before serving that realm"

Amo: Possibly. I know for a fact that one can become a servant of the void, not just those born there.

The infiltrator form walks in with the sheath in both hands and just attaches it to the combat form's waist then leaves. The combat form sheathes the blade.
"Have you ever found or identified a servant before?"

Amo: Oh, yes. mostly just grunts like we fought though. They dont exactly know much... just empty husks spouting madness...

"aside from shrugging off my devourer shouts I know little of their resilience. There are many unknowns, enough to question our effectiveness in fighting them should a need arise"

Amo: So there are. Think you are up to the task?

"I will do my best if such a time comes, I won't simply back down"

Amo: Well, thats the spirit.

"so what's our current objective?"

Amo: I actually have little idea... This is not an enemy easily toyed with like chaos...

"and considering the Hive Mind has nothing new to share with me on this realm or its servants suggests it hardly interacts at all"

Amo: So it does. But that little could escalate massively if they get a taste for it... as you may have noticed, they have kind of a taste for souls...

"so they have, and an acute awareness of them as attacks against my combat form were less intense when given the option for another target"

OOC I should really touch up on that lore page some more ever since my rework about a month or so ago

Amo: Indeed... *looks at Rei*....Which brings us to to your subject...
Rei: What?
Amo: How the hell did this happen?!
Rei: *gives rundown*
Amo: .....for fucks sake... and why arent you with Adriel?! You are supposed to be his familiar
Rei: ..........

"I suppose I'll see to finding this odd madman and my reclaimation efforts now"

Amo: Bring him back if you can... Or at least keep him captive in some way... I would like to see it for myself...

"understood, if memory serves he might have a split personality and a reverberation in his voice"

Amo: ....heh... is he a goa'uld...?

OOC why the Stargate reference?

OOC. no reason in particular. it just fits

OOC know what? Fine, it'll just roll off after this anyway

IC "unsure, still checking anyway"

Amo: Well, keep me posted. I feel a metaphorical chill... Like...*puts his hand on a sword hilt on display*....winter, is coming...

The combat form says nothing as it leaves them

OOC. Well... what to do now?

OOC maybe I sleep now? I should've already