Hall of Time and Mist

[AmberVael]

Far away from town, deep under the earth, there is a long abandoned and ruined hall. This is the Hall of Time and Mist.
Throughout the temple, a moist, dusty mist hangs in the air; it clings to anyone who enters, while almost unheard voices whisper soft words in forgotten languages.
There is an almost palpable feel of time passing, and one feels that should they look behind them, they would see their past. All in all, the place has a somber and serious air that quiets and sobers those in the hall. It is not a place for exuberance and energy, but serious thought and meditation.
[hr]
Vael opens a portal at the end of a long, almost unending hallway. Broken, weathered statues line the hall; statues of warriors, wizards and scholars. No matter what statue it is, the right hand is shown holding an hourglass.
An hourglass that has its bottom filled. As if time had run out.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian steps through after Vael, and looks around.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Iames follows Kyrian and Vael and also looks around.

[AmberVael]

Vael looks around, then nods.
Ignore the door behind us. That way leads to a trapped room, unless I recall incorrectly.
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME.
Ayral's voice rings through the minds of everyone present.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin comes in behind the other three. Since Kira isn't here to do it, I guess I'll have to. Nice interior decor.

As she heres the voice, she raises her sword and arm in her modified version of the Stance of the Four Winds.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Iames also drops into the Stance and looks around for the source of the voice.

[AmberVael]

((Ok, so Kyrian dropped out to get food. He can go into a coma))
Vael shakes his head and starts walking down the hallway.
He's all bluff and bluster. Its his last defense.
You are walking into a trap... walking towards your doom, Vael... your life will be torn asunder and scattered through the voids...

[Kyrian]

Kyrian follows Vael.

[Wukei]

(Hey, Vael...stop stealing stuff from the Labyrinth ^.~)

[AmberVael]

((Ok, scratch that. Kyrian is back, and Iames gets to drop into a coma.
The plot waits for no one!))
((Eh? Whats that, Wukei? ))
Bluff and bluster... if only that were true. If only I were lying to you, Vael.
If I am correct, he should be at the end of the hall. Its a ways away though.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian nods.

[AmberVael]

And so you do not believe... all is as it was predicted so long ago... your end is so near... so close, Vael. You can't even imagine it.
Vael clenches his teeth and keeps going. A far way away, a massive door is in sight.
The mist begins to twirl and writhe oddly.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian keeps going, his hands staying close to his Colts.

[AmberVael]

There is a sudden shriek, and a human form leaps out of the mist. It appears entirely made of mist, or is simply covered in it. It leaps towards Vael, who flicks out his shimmering shortsword and easily impales it. He steps back in horror and disgust as he sees something about it.
Another one leaps at Kyrian.
How like pawns we are... our futures, predestined... we each play out the parts fate has written for us...

[Kyrian]

Light!

Kyrian quick draws both Colt .45s and fires, two bullets that seem made out of light heading for the attacker.

[AmberVael]

The misty form falls at his feat, dead. As it stills on the ground, Kyrian can see its features. It looks exactly like Lillah.
Vael snarls and keeps walking down the hall.
There is nothing either of us can do...

[Kyrian]

Oh this bastard will pay...

Kyrian holsters one of the guns, and draws Renegade with his now free hand. He follows Vael, allowing the blade to scrape softly across the floor.

[AmberVael]

Somehow they reach the massive doors far swifter than they should. Vael narrows his eyes and stands back from them.
You must stop, Vael. Come no closer!
There is usually some kind of ward on the door... but I think one of us can break it. I'm not skilled at dispelling though.

[Kyrian]

Allow me to try...
Kyrian growls and casts Dispel Magic, Dispel Psionics, and just in case, Dispel "No, you can't get past my magic/psionics"

[AmberVael]

The first two don't work, but the last one simply blows the door up.
Somewhere far in the distance, the evil plot monster starts crying.
Vael walks inside. It is a massive, circular room. The mist coils thickly around the outer edges of the room, but the center is mostly clear.
Inevitable... the wheel of fate demands it...
Vael moves to the center of the room.
Where are you, Ayral?

[phoenixineohp]

and just in case, Dispel "No, you can't get past my magic/psionics"

((I feel for your DM. ))

[Kyrian]

((*Rolls on floor, laughing so hard that I'm crying*))

Kyrian follows Vael, keeping both weapons readied.

[AmberVael]

Here, Vael.
A misty, distorted figure steps out of the shadows.
Vael draws his sword and summons power into his hand.
Then now the hunt ends.
This wasn't a hunt, Vael. We have met here because we were compelled to- we have ALWAYS met here.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian raises an eyebrow, and draws back the hammer of the Colt.

[AmberVael]

I pity you, Vael.
ENOUGH OF THIS!
Vael hurls a spinning whirlwind of force at Ayral.

[Kyrian]

Light!

Kyrian aims at Ayral and pulls the trigger three times, before dropping back and readying Renegade.

[AmberVael]

Ayral's already unclear form blurs as he shifts out of the the way of the tempest, and then he dodges under two of Kyrian's bullets, while another simply passes through his nearly non-existant form.
Are you that eager? Very well. If this will make you see reason!
Ayral screams in a strange, howling, whining shriek. The entire chamber bursts into a riot of deadly, sonic energy.

As normal, a crackling shield of energy forms around Vael, but apparently a little of the sonic energy gets through anyways. He grits his teeth and fires two acid and force missiles at Ayral.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian growls and stumbles slightly, sonic being his least favorite energy to play with. A fire consumes his eyes and they turn pitch black, as he holsters his gun and summons a ball of fire in his left hand.

[AmberVael]

Ayral dodges one missile, but the other bursts on him. He hisses in an odd echo and then he seems to gain a flickering, yet almost real shadow. He prepares himself for their next attacks.

Vael sends a jet of entwined fire and ice at Ayral.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian chucks the now larger ball of fire at Ayral.