Talos lead the party up the steps to the next level and peaked around the corner. A pair of guards were walking straight towards the group. He whispered, "Two incoming."

"Neven, you're up!" Irzen hissed back to The Ranger who silently nodded in agreement.

The Thief crept forward towards the edge of the top of the stairs and looked over towards the two Guards. Neven clenched his fists and brought them together as though they were punching each other. Without warning, the two Guards got literally sucker punched by their own shadows and knocked out cold!

Irzen and Willow checked the adjoining hallways while Serna stayed close to Madeous.

"I don't hear anyone coming from this hallway, Willow." The Swordsman whispered to the Ranger.

Willow shook his head to indicate that he heard no one from his end.

"Unless you know something I don't know, it looks clear from here," Irzen hissed back to Talos, "Which way now?

The sergeant motioned the party to follow him down the hallway to a large double door. "The main office is through here." He whispered checking the door for traps. It was trapped by giving off a reddish glow as he ran his hand just above the surface. "Your majesty, I believe this is your area of expertise. Everyone stand back behind Serna."

Madeous stepped forward and unsheathed his Vorpal great sword. It hummed with life as he brought it down between the door and himself. The sword has a special ability to dispel magic that was harmful to him and anyone else he considered as a ally. The hum increased with intensity as it clashed with magically trapped doors sundering them into shards of sharp bits of wood and steel spraying everywhere.

Within the main office stood Major Zilc and two other guards. Their forms changed instantly into gargoyles. The major's form shimmered in the torch light. "Well this is most interesting. You could of been an asset to the cause, Sergeant Talos but alas your blind faith to the platinum dragon prevented such a conversion. First, I'll slay the mighty platinum knight and offer his head to my master. Enslave the rest, and sacrifice the girl."

Major Zilc's form shifted into a cambion, half devil half human. Red skin, claws, horns, wings, and a tail standing seven feet tall clad in black spiked half plate armor.

Talos had never been a true believer in Bahamut. He acknowledged that the dragon god existed but never really put much faith in him until now. He felt a surge of lawful good energy swell in his body. He felt the might and the pure light of the Bahamut surround him. "Asylum has no room for fiends such as you! You are a mockery of all the people who live here, and therefore we will persevere and defeat you!"

((O.O.C: Roll initiative!))

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The Bronze Man observed this new figure. The one the elementalist referred to as War Scribe, may be of some help after all. Still, he could sense the amount of insanity off the drowling could be problematic later down the road. -I am not certain that I like this 'friend' of yours Alysiane.-

Alyson watched as War Scribe and Sorvor fought each other as best she could from the ground. She knew Lazheros's vision was far superior to hers and inhaled, -A Chronicler of Validor. Can't say you wouldn't like having one of these individuals here in Asylum.-

"What?!"

"Yes."

"When this is over and your friends succeed, the Chronicler will be dealt with appropriately," The Bronze Man looked directly at Alyson, his intense expression meant business.

Alyson shrugged not knowing what to say now. War Scribe had her moments but most of the time she was for lack of a better word a pest in the eyes of some of the party members.

Though War Scribe was physically helpless she was not magically powerless. As the two charmed guards seized the Drowling and prepared to throw her from the ramparts of the tower. The Chronicler teleported once more, this time to a height of ten feet above The Netherese Wizard. However, when she teleported herself she did so with the two guards that held her. When she came down on Sorvor's head, she did so with their two bodies as well.

Now Sorvor was pinned to the floor of the tower with two charmed guards and one drooling Drowling on top of him!

The Netherese wizard groaned under the weight of the guards on top of him with the drowling sitting proudly on all of them.

"Hey Scribe! Think you can keep them pinned while Irzen and company make their way to you?" Alyson shouted up to the Chronicler.

Under the power of both the Ray of Enfeeblement and the Freezing Sphere, the best War Scribe could do to respond to Alyson's request was to drool out of the corner of her own mouth and make a noise that sounded vaguely like a wounded dove.

After about five minutes of being a drowling Popsicle and stupified, War Scribe snapped back to herself. The wizard and two guards still struggled to get free of each other.

"NOW WHAT THE HELL KIND OF A GREETING WAS THAT?!" War Scribe snapped as she sat atop Sorvor and the two Guards, "Especially for a Chronicler of Validor! You need to show more respect when someone like me pays a visit, you nasty yet unbearably hot Necromancer you!"

Sorvor managed to shout out into the hallway in some strange language and from the eerie green glow came a Skeleton Warrior brandishing a great sword intent on cleaving the Chronicler off of its Summoner.

"A Skeleton Warrior?! REALLY?!" War Scribe shook her head in disbelief, "You've got to be kidding me! Even for a Necromancer you should be able to show more imagination than that! Take me for example! I'm full of imagination. I'm loaded with surprises. Try this one on for size!"

War Scribe used her chameleon ability to literally change herself into an Iron Golem. The Drowling smiled, "Now how's THAT for imagination! Whack away, O Skeleton Warrior, I'll just sit here until Alyson and company arrive."

And on that note, War Scribe sat where she was using her extra mass to pin both the Guards and Sorvor helplessly beneath her. All the while the Drowling merrily hummed a tune that seemed to resemble "If I Only Had A Heart" from the Wizard of Oz.

Alyson and The Bronze Man suddenly looked at each other. They could sense the danger within the tower that made itself known. The elementalist looked back up to the balcony and saw something not of Asylum loomed down at the chronicler. "War Scribe! Above you!"

The two guards that War Scribe had pinned under her golem form vanished leaving only the necromancer behind. Sorvor started laughing, "MWhaahahahaha! I don't care who you are, wench! All that matters is your death!"

The guards shifted into Vrocks screeching with fury as they slammed into the chronicler's golem form together forcing her off of Sorvor. ***WHAAAMMM!!***

The skeleton warrior leaped up and went for a cleave knocking her off balance teetering on the edge of the balcony. That part of the tower began to crack under the strain of the battle causing the floor to break up and give way.