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."

Irzen, Neven and Willow moved behind Serna who activated her shield while Madeous went to work.

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 an 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."

"Not going to happen!" Irzen replied.

"You're not going to sacrifice me to anyone or anything!" Serna snapped.

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.

"You should have remained human," Neven boasted, "Had you done so, you might've had a chance."

"But since you've changed your form," Willow nocked two arrows in his bow, "You have no chance."

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!"

After Talos said his peace, Willow cut loose with two arrows that knee-capped the two guards in the room dropping them to their knees.

Neven clenched both of his fists together and held them tightly. As a result, two hands from Zilc's own shadow reached up and seized the cambion's ankles holding him in place.

"Madeous, press from the left!" Irzen cried out as he charged at the cambion, "I'll press from the right! Serna, go up the middle and shield bash his brains out! Willow, cover her!"

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

((O.O.C.: Very funny!))

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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!"

"What in the Realm?!" War Scribe looked upward to see what Alyson was talking about.

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 Drowling turned her attention back to Sorvor, "That's what I keep telling everyone, tall, evil and smoking hot; but no one appreciates the fact that I love to die!"

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

"Hey!" The Drowling screeched as she tangled with the Vrocks, "Two on one! No fair!"

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.

****CCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNGGGG!!!*****

War Scribe literally vibrated when the Skeleton Warrior connected with the Drowling's iron body. With the Vrocks on top of her and the Skeleton Warrior drawing back for another strike, the floor gave way and the Drowling and her opponents began to fall from the top of the tower.

"You still don't get it do you, handsome!" War Scribe called out to Sorvor before she teleported once again with the Vrocks and the Skeleton Warrior. This time she reappeared fifteen feet above Sorvor and before he could even rise to his feet, War Scribe came crashing down upon the Necromancer once again with her extra passengers in tow, "I can keep this up all day!"