Owner	Pose
Daimon Hellstrom	Hellstrom's Demon Steed < http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix4/demon_steeds_hell.htm > drawn chariot circles 1000 feet above the northern,. heavily wooded marsh of Florida - yet still south of the famed Disney World. Daimon Hellstrom holds the reigns and does large concentric circles around the region while Jennifer Kale casts her locating magic in efforts to find the hidden tower. The location she discerned earlier in the day. She's having no luck. She knows that the tower is within a 10 mile radius. Yet, she is unable to zero in on the target. They must have their own guards and wards. Whoever they are. None the less, Hellstrom spots a series of vehicles parked at the end of a small dirt road. The road itself comes to a head. He points, "That may be a clue." He circles downward toward the vehicles. The sun is within 30 minutes of setting.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale is distracted from her casting, and from the whole lot of NOTHING she's turning up with her magic. Looking over the edge of the chariot when he points, she nods to him with a wry smile. "When in doubt, just use your eyes." she replies. Dropping the detection spell, she calls out into the wind. "I think we're going to be a little bit conspicuous."
Daimon Hellstrom	"Only if I take off my shirt." he says with a smile as the steeds touch down, followed by the thunk of the wheels striking the open dirt of the road. There are no sentries and the cars aren't covered in long-term sediment/mud/dirt/pollen; so they're kept up with on a regular basis. He retrieves his trident from the rings on the chariot and steps off only to offer his right hand to her so that she can depart with a steady grip. He notes, "I'm going to slash all their tires and leave the steeds here. So if they try to escape... well, they won't get far."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale laughs softly, giving him a -look- before she replies. "Well I'd be lying if I said I'd mind THAT." And yes, her gaze lingers about his chest especially. Jen takes the offered hand, stepping down carefully as she looks around. Brushing hands off on her thighs, she takes a couple of slow steps and starts to look around. "Yeah, you do that. I'm going to poke around and see if she's got shielding or concealment spells draped over the trees or something." Of course she'll have to be careful. If the place is shielded from mystic prying, then chances are there are other nasty surprises for curious sorcerors as well. With a small gesture, Jen starts sending out discrete, careful probes of mystical energy.
Daimon Hellstrom	He snaps his fingers, the steeds are freed from the chariot and begin to wander about. They bite tires, deflating them, and then even nudge the windows to shatter them quietly(ish). The area isn't necessarly shielded. But it's likely that the tower itself is. Which is why they couldn't see or detect it from above. And the vehicles aren't protected. Hellstrom looks around for tracks. Discovers them "Look what I found.", and says, "Shall we?" and starts following the tracks.
Jennifer Kale	Jen watches with amusement as the horses just start -biting- tires and shattering windows. "Oh! And I'll bet the tracks lead someplace pretty interesting, too." She follows along, stepping up beside him. "Whoever hid the tower here did a pretty good job of staying off of *my* radar. I've been watching the Everglades for more than a little while, now."
Daimon Hellstrom	Walking along a well worn path, the two will notice no activity other than wildlife here and there. In the swampy low lands, there will be gators waiting to eat something, turtles, snakes, and plenty of bugs that want to take a bite out of Jennifer; while they ignore Hellstrom. Hellstrom notes while walking a few feet ahead, his trident in left hand, "I've heard about your swamp. Did you know that I met your high priestess? Did she ever mention me?"
Jennifer Kale	"Not directly, no. But then again we never really talked." Jen replies. "I think you're mentioned in a few of her prophecies, though. The ones referring to infernal beings and the end of the world." She flashes a smile at the last, glancing up to see if he's looking. "Actually, she foretold the sinking of Atlantis. But she didn't blame you for it. What was she like, if you don't mind my asking?"
Daimon Hellstrom	Hellstrom does indeed glance over, catches her grin and says. "What was she like. More like, what 'wasn't she like'. She was an amazing woman in all regards of the word. "And insanely powerful. Then again, you already know that part since you inherited her ... essence? I'm not quite sure what you obtained directly or indirectly."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale walks along with him, keeping casually close while they talk. "She was powerful enough that she scared the rulers of her time." Jen offers. "I've seen a few old images of her, though. And I've been told more than once that I favor her appearance."
Daimon Hellstrom	He looks back, and over her. Then with a smile, Daimon states, "If by possessing a natural radiant beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the perfect body. Then yes. You do." The trees give way to a view of a stone tower < http://tinyurl.com/y6u74tvo > that shouldn't be in this location. And it should be very visible from the skies above, but it is not. In fact, the whole thing is shrouded with magic and guarded with the same spells. At the base of the exterior steps, there are two men standing and talking. They carry pistols on their hips while wearing dark red robes with the pentagram on the cloth in gold. Much like Hellstrom's own in his skin. The tower is still 50 yards away and the duo has not been seen. Hellstrom stops, moves slowly to the side where a tree will shield them from direct sight.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale smirks, but her blue eyes brighten at the compliment. At least she's way beyond blushing. "Now you're just flattering me." As the tower comes into view she pauses. "Looks to me like some medieval sorceror lost their tower." she offers to Hellstrom in a low voice. And as he steps towards the side she follows, crouching down a bit. "Emblem on the guard uniforms looks a bit familiar, wouldn't you say?" Jen continues, turning towards Hellstrom more directly. "There isn't, um, anything you'd like to -say- before we go any further.... is there?"
Daimon Hellstrom	"Oh wait.." Hellstrom states as he turns his back to the tree to look at Jennifer again, "This chick you saw casting the spell. Did she have this medallion on her belly. Shaped like an ice cream cone with hashes through it? Went by the name of Marea? Black hair, black eyes." < http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/demon3.htm >
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale smirks. "Ice cream cone...?" Then she considers a moment and nods. "Now that you mention it, yeah. She did have a medallion on her belly. Didn't catch her name but her hair was black and so were her eyes. Dressed like a dominatrix." She pauses, then, hands on her hips. "Friend of yours?"
Daimon Hellstrom	"Just another misguided worshiper of dear ole dad. He gives her trinkets and scraps of power here and there. But really, she's just another hack. That belly medallion is linked to her own psychic abilities. She has influence over others and I'm gonna guess she's in Florida trying to get something you've got. Maybe that gate was her way to get at your buddy, Man-Thing and that Nexus." Notes Hellstrom after a moment of reflection. Then he adds, "I say we waltz in. They've really got nothing on either of us. You brought the medal, right?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale gives him an exaggerated eye-roll at the 'dear ole dad' comment, but she nods. And relaxes visibly. "If she's after Man-Thing then she's in for a really bad time." Jen offers. "And yeah, I've still got it tucked away for safe-keeping." She pats her chest. "If she's just a hack, then let's turn this place into the OK Corral." Giving him another look, Jennifer offers. "Ready."
Daimon Hellstrom	Hellstrom grabs his shirt, rips it from his body. There's a flash of hellfire that burns from the pentagram on his chest and his eyes contain the same elemental fire. He smiles, "Let's do it.", then he turns and starts to stride the distance toward the tower. The two men spot him and almost draw their weapons. Only stopping when they see the pentagram on his chest. One says something to the other who then rushes up the steps and into the tower. The one that remains looks frightened, but he will hold his ground for the time being.
Jennifer Kale	The shirt removal is a bit of a distraction for Jen, and she gives the results another once-over. "You know, there are easier ways to do that." she offers wryly. Approaching the tower, Jen walks alongside Daimon and says softly. "You should just walk up and ask for the keys or something." One guard runs inside but the other holds his ground. "Mind the bullets. Just in case." Jen holds both hands out, palms up, as bluish magical power gathers. With a flick of her wrist, energy shoots out towards the remaining guard's chest.
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon smiles, he likes ripping off his clothing. Daimon's trident becomes engulfed in his hellfire and he calls out, "I am Daimon Hellstrom, Prince of Hell. Perhaps you've heard of me. I'm here to see your priestess, Marea. She and I have business." The man, a mid level bean counter never expected anything like this to happen. He wets himself. The tower is guarded from sight, not from attack. Which displays how these people aren't really on par with normal, true spellcasters. They are just cult members. Jennifer's eldritch energy strikes the man. Knocking him back and against the steps. Knocking him out cold. Daimon says, "Oh, well there's that too... Did anyone ever tell you that you have some pent up aggression?" - said with a grin and a teasing tone.
Jennifer Kale	"Only against sorcerors who piss me off." Jen replies dryly. The two of them approach the tower together, side by side. "You know, I think they might actually open the doors for you. Sort of like welcoming the apocalypse" All the same, Jen is ready to deal with anything else that might be tossed at them. For that matter she's ready to rip the tower completely apart.
Daimon Hellstrom	Twelve cult members rush out of the tower, they are followed by the priestess (making 13). She says, "How dare you interrup..." then she is silenced by her own observations. She looks at Hellstrom as if he's a god and she will push through her cult members to fall upon her knees at his feet, groveling. The other cult members don't have much of a clue, other than to follow suit - even though they see their fallen member unconscious on the stairs. Hellstrom watches her react the way he thinks she should, he smiles, glances at Jennifer and says, "Marea, have you been a naughty girl?" She looks up at him and only just now notices Jennifer. She glances over to Jennifer and looks confused. Marea says, "Wait, you travel with this light bringer? Is she your slave, My Master? Does she do your bidding? Or..." and then other things swirl through her mind that regards betrayal.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale lets Daimon handle the initial conversation, at least, seeing as he IS the resident divine being. After a fashion. The blonde in the cropped-top and bell bottoms just stands there with arms folded over her chest, watching. "Don't." Jen declares simply, watching Marea's expression as her words trail off. She unfolds her arms, and is cupping a handful of mystical energy on each palm. "You were trying to open a gate. Where were you wanting to go?" she asks softly.
Daimon Hellstrom	There's hesitation in Marea's eyes. Confusion still. But Hellstrom snaps her out of it. "Answer the question." he states in a deep, commanding voice. Marea says as she remains on her knees before Hellstrom, "I.. we. The portal was in time. To the age of the Third Reich. Through the medal we would obtain riches beyond measure." Hellstrom's brow furrows, "Wait, you were hoping to score Nazi gold?" Maera nods, though seemingly proud of her plan, "A girl can't live on bread crumbs alone. I have to pay rent and I'm really tired of just 'getting by'." She looks back and forth between Hellstrom and then Jennifer, and back to Hellstrom. "But now that you are here, my master. Would you grant me my desires? Your father has been ignoring me of late. His ears hear not my pleas."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer doesn't lower her smouldering energy while they talk. She's taking no chances that Marea won't do anything stupid, no matter who she's talking to. "A cunning plan." she snarks. "Don't suppose it's occurred to you that there are OTHER things besides gold you could bring back from the Third Reich. Other people, even. Or would that be simply a fringe benefit?" Jen folds her arms over her chest again. "I mean, if I were going to mine the past for gold there are definitely more lucrative places where I'd start. The Incas, the Mayans, El Dorado..."
Daimon Hellstrom	Marea states, "The medal; it linked directly to that era and the Nazi gold. I didn't have anything that linked me to the ancient past." her eyes quirk and look at Jennifer's breasts. "You carry the medal with you; Do you not?" Hellstrom glances over to Jennifer's breasts as well, of course there's reason enough to look - but even moreso when it's made obvious.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale's expression becomes wry again, her stance shifting to something a bit more wary. "And I don't need the gift of foresight to see a really bad idea forming in your brain right now." she replies. "The medal was -dripping- with bad stuff, like you'd dipped it in chocolate sauce." She changes the subject, then. "Tell me about the bird. Who wouldn't want you to open a portal to the 1940's?" Other than Jen, apparently.
Daimon Hellstrom	"That foul beast!" She snaps, "I don't have a clue who sent the bird. My first indication would have been a weilder of light, like yourself, if you weren't shackled by my master." - apparently she still believes that Jennifer is enslaved to Hellstrom, else she wouldn't be here. And of course, Hellstrom isn't going to correct that assumption. Hellstrom interjects before Jennifer snaps Marea's neck, "Marea. Perhaps I can assist you in your /needs/. Won't you show us into your tower... and while you do, tell us how you got it here - or how you discovered it."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale does look like she's going to take Marea apart when Hellstrom intervenes. She backs down, however, and makes like she's checking her nails. "Yes. And choose your words very carefully." the blonde offers. "You should know that I don't take very well to people dropping places of power in my home state."
Daimon Hellstrom	Marea stands, bows once again to Hellstrom before turning and walking into her tower, leading the way while she speaks, "I discovered it earlier this year just after my Columbian contacts were wiped out. I found a a few artifacts - Nazi in origin. None really worth looking at until that medal was discovered just last week. I don't know who built the tower, but I claimed it as my own to better show my master my worth. That maybe he would hear my prayers... now that he sends his very own son... I suppose he has heard them." Hellstrom will follow, surely accompanied by Jennifer in the walk into the tower. It's chilly inside.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale walks along with Hellstrom while the... priestess? minion?... explains herself. Satan sent his very own son because he heard this deluded woman's prayers? Yeah, she'll roll with that for now. Jen doesn't mind at all getting in out of the chill, but she resists the urge to rub hands along her upper arms. She shoots Hellstrom a knowing look at the first opportunity. The sorceress will play along.
Daimon Hellstrom	The hallways of the tower are dark and dank. Lots of moisture from the surrounding swamps. Hellstrom allows his trident's flame to give more illumination. The priestess continues to talk about all the catacombs and the dead bodies beneath them. They didn't seem to have an origin. Then she leads them into the circular summoning chamber where Jennifer saw the ritual taking place. When the three of them enter, Marea will say, "It is through his son that my power should expand - for I am his loyal servant."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale doesn't say much along the walk, although she makes a mental note to talk about the catacombs later. She doesn't say anything when they enter the summoning chamber, either. At least not until Marea speaks again. To Hellstrom, she offers. "This was the room." And she points towards the center. Jennifer still has the medallion, and has made no sign of wanting to take it out.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale doesn't say much along the walk, although she makes a mental note to talk about the catacombs later. She doesn't say anything when they enter the summoning chamber, either. At least not until Marea speaks again. To Hellstrom, she offers. "This was the room." And she points towards the center. Jennifer still has the medallion, and has made no sign of wanting to take it out.
Daimon Hellstrom	Marea leaps into the pentagram and then yells, "BETRAYER!" and the doorway to the tower slams shut the room has a containment glow to it. The pentagram glows with some protection flare and she feels safe within it. Safe from magical attacks. She continues in her dialogue, "If it's one thing I know..." directed toward Hellstrom, "...you are not in favor of his lord, Satan! And there is a bounty on your head. This is how I will win Satan's favor and collect the bounty of all bounties."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale is ready when Marea leaps into the pentagram and declares her intention. Her magical blast ricochets off of the flared energy and cracks a few stones in the wall. "Together!" she calls to Daimon, hoping (and not for the first time!) that he's still on her side in this. Crouching down, Jen pushes forward with both hands towards the pentagram and directs the magical backwash towards the construct... seeking a weak point, or perhaps trying to create one.
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon seems annoyed with the turn of events and he says to Marea, "Stupid girl. You're only delaying the inevitable." He levels his trident and will say, "Together then." To Jennifer. Then as she releases her own magical energy, he too will launch his amplified attack. However... there's a catch. Jennifer is still in contact with the medal which is evil. Though enveloped in her protective magic, it's still ickier than Hellstrom's own aura (as she pointed out earlier). That ickyness 'pulls' the energy of Hellstrom's blast up the magic attack cast by Jennifer. Things quickly go awry in more ways than one as the two of them encounter a backlash of their order/light and chaos/black magic(s). The medal becomes supercharged by Hellstrom's hellfire and creates a rip in time/space enveloping the entire floor of the tower and displacing the heroes and the villain. Jennifer will suddenly find herself standing on the edge of a cliffside in a cold desert nightscape overlooking a valley where there are many gathered. She is nearly 1000 feet up, but she can still make out the half-tracks, the VW military vehicles, the Panzers and the Tiger tanks. Even a few planes near the bivouac. Oh, and let's not forget the pyramids just north and east in the valley. < http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h173/brelas/nazi%20desert.png > (Note, bivouac is in right side of picture. The pyramids are illuminated by spotlights and most of the nazi/military are scattered around. However, the SS (really bad guys) are in one of the pyramids. Hellstrom and Marea are no where to be seen)
Jennifer Kale	Blue light. Feedback. Jennifer feels the rebounding of Hellstrom's dark magic coursing upward along the beam of her own, white magic. The two streams combine and hit the medallion that's still tucked into her bra. Disorientation. Displacement. She can feel the rift in reality, but before Jen can do anything about it the swirling stops. Somehow the girl manages to keep her feet, and she's seen enough old movies to recognize what's happened. Wrapping arms around herself, she shivers from the desert chill as she takes in her surroundings. Jennifer utters something VERY unladylike. At least she's somewhere out of the way. A broad sweep of her hands envelops her in a bubble of light-reflecting energy that makes her functionally invisible. And with a small adjustment it becomes warm inside as well. Sleep first. Tomorrow is going to be a VERY long day.