Iron City of Dis, Second Layer of the Nine Hells

[Deus Mortus]

The Iron City of Dis

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall and Pit step into the city, a few steps in front of the iron tower.

[AmberVael]

Catherine steps out behind them.

[Deus Mortus]

Catherine welcome to the Iron City, however before we proceed it's time to become the arcane shade once more, Tinderhall starts to undress.

[AmberVael]

Catherine blinks and turns away.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall undresses until he's just wearing his pants, Don't worry, I'm not naked, it's just that I tend to shred my clothes when I do this. He opens a portal revealing a small room and tosses his clothes in.

[AmberVael]

Okay...
Catherine seems fairly confused.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall takes a deep breath and spreads his arms and his flesh starts to rapture from pressure, underneath it spring countless strands of dark energy, covering him head to toe, as they slowly curl themselves around Tinderhall's body's he starts to look immaterial and when it is done, he seems like a shimmering shadow with two deep red eyes.
Just when it seems the eery transformation is done, the second stage starts, blue arcane sigils start forming seals within the energy, forming circles not much unlike laylines, however instead of them being laylines leading to a path on the ground, they encircle him, almost like a powerfull focus.

Tinderhall raises his hand and his sword reappears, wrapped inside the same energy as him and he sheathes is on his side. Well I'm done, let's go.

[AmberVael]

Catherine nods and moves to stand at his left.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall starts to walk towards the tower, but instead of actually walking there he just seems to shift, disappearing a fraction of a second later reappearing about 50 feet ahead, within three of those shifts he reached the main gate.

It is a large iron door, interlaced with black metals and a giant devil mask sculpted in front of it, as Tinderhall appears it opens it's eyes and mouth, you hear no sound, but it is obvious he asking your name and why you wish to enter.

[AmberVael]

Catherine looks to Tinderhall, expecting him to answer first.

[Deus Mortus]

Pit quickly walks towards Tinderhall and arrives just as he's answering the mask, My name is Tinderhall, I have come here for business with Dispater, Lord of the Iron Tower, Ruler of the Second and Master of the Metals. Open yourself or I will rip away your existence from creation.

[AmberVael]

Catherine winces a little.

[Deus Mortus]

The mask seems to wait for the other to answer his question, Pit gets that this his cue and speaks, My name is Pit and I come in following of my master Tinderhall.

[AmberVael]

And I am Mercury Gamma Echo Beckett, apprentice to Tinderhall.
Catherine waits calmly.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall stands silent, but communicates with Catherine silently, Tell him your purpose of being here.

[AmberVael]

Catherine nods.
Tinderhall has brought me to learn more of the planes, magic, and the Hells.

[Deus Mortus]

The mask closes it's eyes and mouth, staying silent for a few moments and then the gate rises, Tinderhall moves through with Pit following him.

[AmberVael]

Catherine follows behind them, somewhat scared but overcoming it.

[Deus Mortus]

They walk into a large hall, entirely made of metal and at the end, guarded by an army of Adamantite Golems in the shape of Pit Fiends sits Dispater, he has small horns and long dark hair, he only wears a leather pants and his chest is scribed with tattoo's, In his right hands he holds a simple staff and a large dangerous looking spiked mace rests against the left side of his throne.

[AmberVael]

Catherine watches Tinderhall and Pit out of the corner of her eyes.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall shifts in front of Dispater and Pit follows him motioning Catherine to follow.

[AmberVael]

Catherine keeps following them.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall stands in front of Dispater, I have several spells and items you may wish to look at, equipment for scrying, intricate protection against scrying, indestructible materials and a talisman which coats your skin with an energy that instantly kills anyone that touches you, save the most powerfull of all foes.

[AmberVael]

Catherine stays as she is, hoping someone other than Dis will tell her if she is doing something wrong.
She'd rather not die a horrible and painful death right now.

[Deus Mortus]

A small voice comes from the coin given by Bel, only heard by Catherine, "To properly introduce yourself, slowly walk towards an Arch-Devil, make a deep bow and greet them with three titles and then tell the Arch-Devil your name and titles. The three mostly used titles for Dispater are Lord of the Iron Tower, Master of Metals and Ruler of the Second."

Dispater is studying the objects and scrolls placed before him, still refraining from saying anything.

[AmberVael]

Thank you. Should I introduce myself right now, or will Pit and Tinderhall do things first?

[Deus Mortus]

Introduction should be done as fast as possible, else the Arch-Devil may feel ignored.

[AmberVael]

Catherine mentally nods, then walks fowards and bows deeply and formally, in the military manner she is accustomed to.
Thank you for allowing my presence, Dispater, Lord of the Iron Tower, Master of Metals and Ruler of the Second. I am Catherine Beckett, known as Mercury Gamma Echo Beckett in the Avarian ARCANE division, and apprentice to Tinderhall.

[Deus Mortus]

Dispater looks up and nods his head slightly, Pleasure to meet you. He studies you for a few seconds before returning to the browsing.

Tinderhall still stands silents, his eyes transfixed on Dispater, the archdevil tries to hide the fact he is unnerved by this, but someone who knows a bit about reading someone would notice his shifting feet and a light sweat on his brow.

[AmberVael]

Catherine moves back to stand at Tinderhall's left.

[Deus Mortus]

After a while Dispater looks up again, I would like all of the items here, what would you want in return.

Tinderhall looks down steeply in Dispater's eyes and reply's, 100 of your workers for a year and unlimited materials.

Dispater looks back shocked, That is way to much!
Tinderhall reply's with a cold stare, Well it is for you safety is it not, we wouldn't want one of your enemy's to hurt you, now would we?

The Archdevil takes a big gulp and whimpers out, I guess it sounds fair then..
Tinderhall doesn't stop staring at the Iron Ruler and coldly says, I expect your workers when I call for them. He then hands over the items and starts to leave, Follow me, Catherine, Pit.

[AmberVael]

Catherine raises an eyebrow and begins to leave.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall quickly shifts outside, a few hundred feet away and dissapears in an alley.

[AmberVael]

Catherine goes out after him, looking quite confused.

[Deus Mortus]

In the alley Tinderhall is laughing is ass off, bend over almost falling to the ground.

[AmberVael]

Um... Tinderhall?

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall still snickering turns to Catherine, That paranoid idiot, those items were hardly worth his workers for a week without any materials, but all I had to do was look scary and he broke down. I don't see how this guy is able to rule this layer.

[AmberVael]

Catherine sighs.

[Deus Mortus]

Oh come on, you have to admit that was bloody funny!

Pit wanders to alley shaking his head at the antics of Tinderhall, though the devil can't hide his smile.

[AmberVael]

Catherine doesn't look particularly amused.
Lets just go.

[Deus Mortus]

What's wrong Catherine?

[AmberVael]

I just don't find it funny at all to scare anyone that much. Lets go.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall shrugs, He's an evil overlord who condemns thousands upon thousands of souls every day and has an elaborate system of torture chambers, so I'm thinking what I did wasn't so bad. Anyway on to the next layer.

Tinderhall raises his hand and a portal opens to the third layer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=2149460#post2149460)

[AmberVael]

She shakes her head and goes to the next layer.

[Deus Mortus]

Tinderhall and Pit follow through behind her.