Nothing will go right for Inquisitive Arms if there is a chance for it to go wrong mused Kithriel. He knew that when House Orien hired the party that what ever was going wrong would happen to them. Of course Jaunt, the female Eladrin who was debriefing them said that 80% of the tests were successful, but that just meant Kithriel knew he was going to end up part of the last 20%. What kind of name was Jaunt anyways. Kithriel had been in Aundair for a couple days, traveling to Journey’s Home and then waiting for a couple supplies to arrive so that his party could communicate back to House Orien if… no, when the experiment ended up unsuccessful. The first night wasn’t so bad, some lowly mutt in the bar decided to make some comments against Valenar and the night ended in a good fistfight. Kithriel did the spirits of mhis ancestors proud, he delivered the punishment yet showed compassion by not killing his opponents.
Valenar, Kithriel missed his home, his culture. If he were there now amongst his War Clan he would be proving himself amongst his peers. Instead Kithriel had to rely on the knowledge that he fought hard and was becoming more powerful. He knew some day he would return home, and prove that he was still a Valenar to those that cast him out, stripped him of his mount, his blades. He had a new mount, but it was a plain Breelish horse, though Quilljin did him well during his travels she was nothing compared to a true Valenar horse. And his blades, used to the curved scimitars and falchions, Kithriel had to now use a plain double bladed sword.
With those memories in mind Kithriel frowned more so than usual. He shook his head slightly as the conversation about stepping through the portal was finishing up. Kithriel knew he wasn’t dumb, but preferred to do what he was good at when with the party and that involved him pulling out his sword at the ready. Jaunt activated the magic stone teleportation device which was based off of devices from the Age of Demons. There was a quick flash of light then a strange pulling sensation. Kithriel’s stomach felt nauseous for a second then settled as he notices he was through the other side. The sound of crumpling bodies made him turn around, to see Jesseret, Rhonin, and Reikyn hit the floor unconscious.
Looking around Kithriel noticed his was in an ancient ruined tower, the top open to the sky above. This obviously wasn’t the Lhazzar Principalities and so Kithriel crouched slightly and approached the only other entrance to the room, a solid looking door. He didn’t hear anything immediately so decided to post by the door and wait for his allies to awaken. It only took a couple minutes for them to start to stir and arise. Kithriel gave a brief summary of what happened then silently opened the door to peer into the spaces beyond. He looked past the door and saw, to his surprise, Demons. Letting Jesseret take a look, they decided it was best to try and break out of the area and ask questions later.
Jesseret took a few moments to prepare a target for death then the battle began. Kithriel burst through the doorway, charging the nearest enemy to try and hold them off from the end of the hall. As the battle began to rage, two Tieflings burst from a door behind Jesseret and started to assault Rhonin and Reikyn. Kithriel did his best to keep all the enemies occupied on his whirling blades. The battle was brutal and fast, ending with one of the Tieflings surrendering. The party quickly questioned him, finding out that they ended up in the Demon Wastes, in an old Age of Demon fortress by the name of Feindfell. The inhabitants of this area were in constant struggle against House Tharashk who were out seeking dragon shards. Rhonin found the bodies of a few members of House Tharashk and took their identification to show as an offering of friendship, or perhaps to make a profit on later.
Inquisitive Arms battled their way out of the fortress, finding a few more House Tharashk bodies and some minor items along with Rhonin finding what he had been hoping for weeks ago, a chair with Demonic styling. Not only that, Rhonin detected magic from it and made him even more so inclined to lug it along. Kithriel was relieved when they emerged from the fortress and made some distance southward, but he didn’t know how long they would be able to hide while hauling such a large chair. After taking a rest and writing in his journal, Kithriel looked about the toxic landscape and prepared him self for the hardships that lay ahead as Inquisitive Arms tried to find their way back home.