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Leaf looked around, a heavy wind whipped at her cloack and hair. High on the spires, she could see the large grounds of the temple, which were probably much larger underground. The hot streams of hair burst through the roof of the temple periodically, the Temple having conviently made vents for these things.

Sitting Besdie her was a crude glider, Leaf picked it up and kicked it off, heading for the closest tower.

Meilikki watched the priestess for a moment before Deidrick lead her out. Together, they started for home.

A person in a long hooded cloack caught up with them soon after. "Things will start happening soon."

"Indeed, I can feel that."

"I advised you not to come here, if someone finds out..."

"Someone won't find out. The drow are to difficult, even for 'someone."

The figured sighed and bade farewell, finding the darkness in Deep Water.

"Meilikki asked me to pick up a few things, so we're good to go now."

She took the elf child's hand. "Good that you told him. Come on." She lead the way out the door and down the streets until they came to the market, which was now full of activity since the city had been rebuilt.

She rolled her eyes as she heard him coming up behind her. She was trianing for this kind of thing since she was knee high to a jerheg. Therefore she waited for the right moment of hesitation she knew he would employ, those moments when he stopped and showed some sort of facial expression. The barrier was long gone and she merely whirled and used her wrist to undercut and knock his off course before lifting a foot and aimed the heel of her boot for his stomach.

Fin stumbled through the last of his blockers, and fumbled up beyond them. Behind him the sixty something guardians were likewise fumbling about the stairs in a confused mess. He only hurt a couple of them, and using luck or divine blessings to get through the rest of them without too much of a struggle. It was like running through a Druid's marsh.

He ran down the hall, and spotted a mirror. He tried to pass through it at top speed, but bounced off. Apparently, there were real mirrors in the Temple too. He dusted himself off, and searched frivolously for some exit. He eventually found one, and dashed through it. He appeared on some kind of central platform, surrounded by towers. He looked about, before realizing he was on a Pillar. He balanced himself quickly. A stray gust of wind knocked him from his perch, and he found himself relying on all his grip from plummeting to his death. Half way down the pole he realized it was an illusion, and stood up. "Weird." He muttered to himself, and walked a few feet before his surroundings re-claimed their natural appearance. He found that he had never actually left that hallway he entered to begin with... "Dammit." He leaned on the right mirror, and found himself standing in an interesting place, watching Leaf go about her business. He intercepted her in the middle. "Long long winding corridors and fiends. This has to be the worst temple yet."


Tarathiel looked at the list and sighed. "How long is this going to take? I have to get revenge on Sstrl."

"Because everyone Arthur knows is either in my employ or related to me in some fashion, except for Isle. Aschellaeon is the best choice. he doesn't know him, and as a liason he's not in my employ but the druids of the Penninsula. thus he's the best choice right now unless Isle wants to beat some sense into him."


Onyx just followed behind, not really paying all that much attention except the occasional look at Aella's backside. couldn't help himself really.

"It'll depend on how long it takes to find these items."

"I have not encountered anyone." She looked at his battered armor, and lifted an eyerbow. "Did you loose your weapons?"

She inspected a small tear on the glider to see if it would hamper any further gliding. "I did manage to find a number of sqitches," she pointed. "And opened the elemental chamber. The problem is that I believe the switches opened numerous doors with creatures behind them that you may or may not have already encountered."

"But, we have to get to the pure elemen down there." She pointed to the flider. "There is room for both of us to use this, if you are not squimish about flying."

"It takes you as long as it takes you, so you had better get going." She put her hands on her hips. "And nothing half assed either. Meilikki would be furious if she could shrivled, rotten, or dead ingrediants. Unless that's the way they are supposed to be..." She gave him a little shove to get him on his way, and leaned against a building to watch his progress and make sure he didn't get into any trouble.

A hand reached out from the alley behind her and snatched the half-elf girl with a glawed hand. Drool dribbled down the demonic woman's chin. "Something more than beastes and rodents for a change."

Sevilin continued to watch in bored fashion. After all, playing spectator while planning moves in your head wasn't a very fun thing, but here he was, watching because he had been told to come. He could of just stayed in bed...but he came. He raised a hand to cover his mouth and gave a few hard coughs. Clearing something more for his chest than his throat.

Isle gave a shake of her head. "I think he is just as offended by me sometimes. He gives me odd looks when I question some one his ways, and he's even gotten an angry tone with me from time to time. I can't help it that I don't think like a human." Giving a little sigh.

"I suppose. Though I fear anyone approaching him on this subject is going to be met with such a manner. Especially if it's someone who can obviouly be counted as suprior in some way to him. The legend talking down to the nothing if you catch my drift." And a look to the druid, narrowing his eyes lightly. "And my point is made for me."

Arthur had to chuckle a little, Zahara must be feeling a good breeze right about now. He had a good grip on her leg and his attack was able to hit without interference, maybe she wanted to be hit who knows? But at least he got her, though he should be hitting her in more better places like her stomach or face. But before he could go at it again he felt the drow move and he was now in the dirt but he quickly moved so he was standing straight again, his dagger in his right hand; but his discarded his katana noting that since this is an agility fight he needs less weight. "Fine then I will you watch." And there he went with his speed again, he knew by now Zahara could find him so what did that leave him? Well he had to trick her in some way so he could get her so when she was finally able to see him again once he slowed down he was doing a sweeping move, hoping to knock her off her feet this time as his dagger had apparently switched hands.