Agritum wrote:Constaniana wrote:Kroisoto immediately lost interest in talking with Natalie or asking about why she was doing what she was doing with the wild man or how they suddenly appeared in the inferno. For some reason the young nobleman couldn't explain Charlie had a lovely way of effortlessly waltzing in and becoming the centre of his attention.
"That's fascinating, Charlie," said Kroisoto, walking over to the Southemen lass and looking at the strange mushrooms she pointed out. "So how is the poison supposed to come out? It's not through skin contact, is it?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"No, Sir Kroisoto. Rather, the mushrooms need to be chopped and stomped into a fine paste, which can be then diluted into water to synthetize the poison. I heard that demons apparently have a liking for these mushrooms, due to their very strong taste and flavoury tissue."
Charlie glanced at Kroisoto, smiling. "Well, I'm ready to go on, sir. Even if it may be dangerous, this trip is going to give us a wealth of knowledge about the demonic world."
"Huh. I didn't think demons would have much interest in what sort of food they ate. Maybe they're more intelligent than we give them credit for. Of course, I'm not denying they're evil, repulsive creatures, but..." Kroisoto trailed off, beginning to walk back towards the others.
"It didn't take much to kill this monster," Richard stated, leaning in very closely to the demon, looking at its neck in particular. "Just a neat little wound that couldn't have come from something larger than a needle...but why would you use such a tiny blade to kill a demon and then dry it out? The skin doesn't feel like it's been baked by the sun or anything, so how would the body feel so dry?"
Just then, a shuffling sound could be heard coming from the other tunnel leading into the foul storage room the party was standing in. It was reminiscent of a feeble cook's apprentice trying to drag a bag of potatoes into the pantry who kept stopping to catch his breath and rest his skinny arms.
"I swear, I could have sworn I heard someone else talking just now..." a young man's voice echoed from the tunnel.
"You're hearing things, Harald. This Inferno is full of strange things. Disembodied voices randomly talking wouldn't really surprise me. I seriously doubt other people actually managed to get into h-"
Two young men came out of the dark tunnel into the dark red light of the crude mausoleum, dragging another shriveled demon corpse on the ground between them. They were clad in uniform dark robes, and while the odd light messed with the perception of colour the two men's garments seemed to be the same colour and design as the Watchtower cultists that had attacked in Haventown.
"Hearing things, am I Sam?" Said the robed man on the left, his face paling as he looked at the people standing in the room, particularly the four men with swords.
"Shut up, Harald. Probably some illusion or something, right? Like I said, strange things go on here, but it couldn't hurt to leave this corpse here and go report back to-" his companion advised, before being cut off when Richard grabbed the two young men by the scruffs of their robes and dragged over into the centre of the room, leaving them surrounded by the group.
"Hullo there, lads. My name's Richard. You have a few questions to answer, such as what two men your age are doing skulking about in a twisted pocket dimension demons use as a stepping stone to Gaiaca."
"We won't tell you nothin', interloper! You don't scare us!" The one named Sam spat, glaring around at his captors. Richard rolled his eyes, held out his palm and conjured a ball of flame.
"How about now, hm?" The foreign redhead inquired calmly.
"Oh, an Elemental oppressor, eh? Your kind better watch your steps. You won't be able to intimidate the rest of us like that soon," the robed man named Harald sneered, letting go of the dry demon arm he had been holding.