Kouri looks at the door to the warlord's quarters, opening it quietly with keys she grabbed from his body. They had nowhere else to go. The main chamber ball was a death trap. Her own powers of fire and destruction were addictive right now, even if she could fight through half the garrison it would consume her. With any luck they could hide in his chambers until they could think of a better plan. Maybe some of their comrades would reach them? She opens the door, slipping inside to see a moderately sized chamber with a king sized four post bed, several dressers and mirrors, a couple paintings including an excessively large one of... Of... Herself. She stares at it, remembering that she was only a legend. Still. It was... Creepy. She looks back to Alex, Salini and Jamiahl and ushers them inside. "...Alex?"
Alex walks in, readjusting the jacket over herself. She was growing increasingly self-conscious of her... more natural state as they had traveled throughout the keep to reach the room. Her eyes light up at the sight of the dressers and she immediately makes her way to a dresser. As she opens the first drawer, her cheeks seem to light up in flames and she quickly closes it. Perhaps, it was better they had their encounter elsewhere and the original plan fell through. As she goes through the dresser drawers, she finds more and more attire obviously not meant for day-to-day wear... So much female clothing, she wonders if perhaps the warlord was a cross-dresser... Only to likely, given his mental state. Finally, she comes to a drawer of regular clothes... Men clothing. With a sigh of relief, she quickly pulls on a pair of leather leggings and discards the ratty jacket in favor of a tunic that was a bit too big for her. "What now?" she inquires to everyone. They were, after all, cornered in a sense.
The brief surge of adrenaline... the rage... the hatred that had fuelled them... but most of all the grief... it was still shimmering beneath the surface but the rush it had given them was gone now and Salinï felt a little numb and looking at her surviving sister she could see that Jamiahl was too. Jamiahl had taken over the urn with Mesharra's ashes and just looking at it gave Salinï a pang of hurt that she had to tear her gaze away before fresh tears would come to her eyes. Salinï was torn she had wanted to look for Teila... Mesharra death... she would... she gasped silently, a tremor going through her body as she almost stumbled, the thought of Teila... brought a familiar warmth to her body but she shook it off, now was not the time for that.... Balancing herself again she and Jamiahl followed Kouri and Alex into the warlord's chambers.
Jamiahl was following her sister, cradling the urn, resisting the tears that she felt demanding to be released, she had felt something else besides the grief... the anger.. and the the hate... some other feeling and sensation... especially as she looked at Kouri... and the barely dressed Alex, letting her eyes wander over her legs before blinking and turning away. Something felt... wrong... and right at the same time... her cheeks became flushed before she stomped those feelings down... but they would not go away. Going inside the warlord's chambers she went to one of the dressers, shaking a little as she put the urn down and tried to collect herself... seeing the opened drawer that Alex had gone through her eyes widened however and she was letting a hand wander through the clothing... the fabrics... letting out a soft moan at the sudden touch of lace and satin against her fingertips.
Salinï had her eyes widened when she had heard the soft moan from her sister, the transformation... the energy they had burned into punishing the murderer of their sister... she gulped and looked away from her sister and tried not to look at Kouri and Alex, glancing at the wall next to their heads. "We need to get out of here... and fast..." She said with a small hint of desperation.
Kouri looks at the dresser filled with... Clothing... Shuddering. This is what the warlord would have expected from her, perhaps? Eugh. It was almost a good thing she didn't make it here. Her eyes quickly move to Jamiahl, hearing the moan leave her lips left her feeling queasy. Something was wrong. She looks at Salinï, noting that Salinï was avoiding looking at her directly... Kouri's eyes narrow a little. "Why? We may need to hide here for few minutes until we figure out where most of the guards are going. You have a map, right? I assume you found one?" She locks the door into the warlord's quarters, trying to keep guards out as long as possible.
Jamiahl's moan draws her attention for a moment, bringing a few curious thoughts to her mind before shaking them off. The night was beginning to get to her, wearing away at her and bringing her to act far less composed. No, not just tonight... All the building things since meeting Kouri, it was enough stress to have sent her over the edge earlier, bringing her into her other shape... Obviously, she was not the only one affected. Kouri seems rattled, and the remaining sisters were acting even more peculiar than normal. She paces the room, keeping an ear open to the conversation before pausing before the painting of the princess of Renalta. It was rather surreal, the depiction of her in the picture... A ghost of the real thing standing not too far away, in her opinion. She snorts softly and turns away from it.
Salinï glanced at Kouri as she adressed her, a involuntary shiver coming over her and her eyes widened for a second as she hugged herself while shivering. "We found a map... but the warlord dead... the field that prevented magic... obviously down... we need to run... get out... find... find..." Teila she was about to say but images swam in her head of Teila... and the ones she was now with... locked inside a room... "Find a way out of here." She managed to say before turning away as Jamiahl was putting will and effort into drawing her hand away from the dresser and grab Mesharra's urn once more.
Kouri points to the bed. "Put the map there, then. Maybe there's a way out we have not found." She moves closer to Alex, feeling unsettled. There was something about them, her enhanced magical abilities made her feel something was off. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was just the situation. "Alex, are you alright?" Kouri turns to Alex, resting a hand upon her cheek.
A part of her wants to draw away as Kouri touches her... After coming to, about ready to attack her.. She offers a wry smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," she mumbles, taking Kouri's hand in her own and lowering it from her face. There was still the taste of blood in her mouth, but she had managed to wipe most of it off her face. The wound to her chest was not bothering at least, having dulled to a itch as it was noticeably farther along the healing process than it should have been.
Salinï obeyed, desperately trying not to look at the two women, grabbing the map, which was thankfully not burned because she had placed it inside the sheath of her dirk before tossing it away in the transformation earlier she spread it over the bed... and stroked her hands over the soft covers of the bed, her eyes changing to black obsidian for a moment before reverting back to her normal, more human eye color as she jumped on the bed and curled up on it, stroking her hands over the covers... why hurry and rush out she was thinking... maybe there was no harm in just... enjoying herself for a brief moment...
Jamiahl was staring at her sister with wide eyes, licking her lips as she approached, not looking at the two women... standing over the curled up form of Salinï who was looking dazed at her sister... Jamiahl slapped her sister's cheek... hard... and the response was a brief moan of pain... and something else before her eyes became clear again... and frightened. Jamiahl spoke to Kouri and Alex without turning toward them. "We need to go... now..." Her voice was strained as she uttered those words.
Kouri grasps Alex's hand tightly for a moment, looking her eye to eye. "I don't blame you... If it makes you feel better, I was getting through to you... I know I was." Kouri pecks Alex on the cheek, then smiling softly lets go of her hand to approach the sister and their map. It was... A fairly odd situation, to say the least. One sister slapping the other. Wait... Kouri thinks to herself. Transformation... Like a vampire, or a werewolf... After effects? Maybe something else? She drifts a finger over the map to the Warlord's chamber, her eyes widening a bit as she notices a second path. "I need a minute... I think I can find where it is in this room with just this map. I know how to read maps." Kouri looks up and around the room. The painting maybe? It had to be that large for a reason.
Salinï felt the sting of the pain from Jamiahl's slap it made her mind somewhat clearer and she shook her head as she heard Kouri's words. "Yes... hidden passage... the painting..." She turned to the painting of Kouri and shuddered. "But something behind it.. guardian..." Her mind was becoming a fog of wild images and emotions.
Jamiahl took over, "Golem... there is a clay golem on the other side... or so we heard."
Alex gives them a sharp look, her lips drawn back into a snarl. Just barely, she holds herself from snapping at the two women for their behaviour and failure to mention this before. Instead, she turns back to the painting and tears it from the wall, snapping the cord from which it hung as she does so. Perhaps a bit more force than necessarily, but such a motion did a little to relieve her irritation. As she jerks the picture away, tossing it a small distance away, she freezes at the site before her... Indeed, there was a clay golem. The earthen monolith of a creature remains motionless before her, even as she holds her breath and backs away, a bit fearful of stirring it. Yet, it fails to react at all to her presence, as if it simply was just a statue.
Kouri looks at the sisters, then grabs the map and rolls it up. She didn't trust the sisters to keep it safe right now. "Lets get moving." Kouri states, simply, pointing down into the tunnel. Did their comrade's death mean that little to them, that they are already like this?... Or, again, was this something else. She looks to Alex, then to the golem. "I don't feel anything from it. I think it's supposed to be activated as a defense measure, probably by a key word." She slips past the golem, into a tunnel. "Come on, Alex." She says, smiling softly towards her and motioning her over. She would need Alex. Her melee skills would come in handy in these tunnels.
For a moment, she hesitates, looking back to the two women. Turning back, her eyes catching the light off the flickering lights in the room, they glint a predatory yellow as she moves into the tunnel, slipping around Kouri to lead the way. It was dark, almost eerily, but there were torches lined up along the walls, casting enough light to essentially make out each other. Her dark-vision helps her discern a little more in the dark, yet the interspersed lights were doing a fair job of ruining it every time they got closer to one.
The two sisters followed behind, Salinï looked at Jamiahl and shuddered before whispering, "I am feeling..."
"I know, I feel it too." Came the strained whispered reply from Jamiahl before Salinï could voice it.
Salinï bit her lip. "But we made sure that we... before..." She stumbled as iamges filled her head of what she would like to do right now... what a voice inside her soothingly was whispering she should do.... Alex in just that leather jacket from before... She slapped her cheeck again hard... "The transformation... we burned too much..." Jamiahl just nodded. "We need to be careful... contain it till we are out of here..." She barely saw her sister's face in the dark but the look she saw in Jamiahl's eyes was not comforting her at all...
The tunnel seemed to continue on down into the soil, then tapered off into a certainly man-made tunnel which stretched for several hundred feet. Likely an escape tunnel. Perhaps the golem would be activated when intruders attempted to enter the tunnel, not leave it? Kouri breathes a sigh of relief, then looks back to the two sisters. "What is wrong with you two?" She motions Alex to stand beside her. "We need to know if there is something wrong, and if we can alleviate it or if it will have to wait, because your comrade is dead, and I don't think we have too much time before guards decide to check the warlord's room!"
She looks back at Kouri for a moment. "You really think we can help them with... this? You saw what they became, you know can see the difference in them, now.." She casts her gaze upon Salini and Jamiahl both, stopping on the latter. "This is wasting precious time we probably don't have, Kouri, we just need to leave, all of us. We'll address everything later," her thoughts drift to Mesharra for a moment... Her own strained control then around the woman... With how Salini and Jamiahl both had behaved in the room, it probably was a bad idea to be held up.
Both sisters were not moving, obscured in the dark tunnel as both Kouri and Alex spoke and then they moved as one forward, their faces slowly revealed in the light of the next torch. Two pair of eyes stared at Kouri and Alex, black as night... pure obsidian as they looked over the two woman in front of them. "Pray... tell... what you were thinking of... alleviating it for us..." Salinï was saying in a throaty whisper as she let her hands slide over her body. Jamiahl's eyes turned back to her regular color for just a second, looking frightened at both of them before her eyes cahgned back to obsidian and her frightened face burst into a smile, licking her lips.
Kouri stares for a moment, almost frozen in a mixture of fear and... And something else. Something she didn't want to acknowledge. She shakes her head quickly, looking away from the pair and taking a couple steps back, deeper into the tunnel. "I... I think this is something... That I will not be helping with." She states in a shakey voice. This was... The worst possible time for this to happen.
She freezes for a moment, spying the two women's change, their eyes glinting dark in the torchlight. A growl bubbles from her throat. "Enough, the both of you," they were still too close to the keep, still needed to escape... Inside, a battle was warring over to give in to what was happening and to run for her life, her instincts running rampant. However, she stays glued to the spot, just barely because of Kouri. Too much has happened already, she would not abandon her to the assassin's while they were acting like this.
The two sisters looked at each other, smiles as the stood together and caressed each other, planting a soft kiss on each other's lips, their arms around each other as their heads turned to look at the two women. It was Salinï who spoke: "If you will not help us... perhaps the other..." She focussed her gaze on Alex, "Who was bare before our sights just moments ago might do..."
Jamiahl chuckled, untangling herself from Salinï as both sisters approached Kouri and Alex slowly. "Enough? We haven't even started yet... Why don't we show both of you... the gifts the Lover has granted us..."
Kouri pushes Alex back a little, trying to keep her out of harms way as she moved forward to meet the sisters... And to slap Jamiahl across the cheek, grabbing Mesharra's ashes from her and shoving it in Salinï's face, making her see the small urn that now contained the corpse of one of their long time comrades. "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED TO MESHARRA WHEN SHE ACTED ON INSTINCT! When she gave into anger and struck out based on what her gut told her to do!" Kouri steps back from Salinï & Jamiahl, making sure to keep out of arms reach. "This was your friend! Family to you! And now she's dead! Don't repeat her mistake! Think! Use your minds! We're still in danger, we're going to DIE here if we don't keep moving!" Kouri takes a deep breath, making sure to stand in front of Alex, keeping the urn ahead of her to make sure that it would be the center of focus for the sisters. "Get a hold of yourselves! You're professional assassins, we made a blood debt, now ACT LIKE IT!"
Salinï's mind was filled and obscured with a mental haze that seemed only intent on lust and satisfying her need to feed her hunger... then Kouri's words came through and most of all the urn with the remains of Mesharra. She let out a gasp and then a sob as her grief, which had been buried due to the lust and hunger resurfaced, she started sobbing but then other emotions resurfaced that had been buried as well... the anger and hate. "You... YOU DARE! SHE DIED PROTECTING YOU." Eyes filled with pain and hate now looked at Kouri, one hand went to her whip-
But was swatted away. "No."
Letting out a angry hiss Salinï turned and looked at her sister, who was not looking at her but at the urn in Kouri's hands. "She is right Salinï."
"SHE-" She was cut off as Jamiahl palced a hand on her sister's lips. "Kouri... is right." She said with finality. "A contract has been signed, we are in danger... now is not the time..." She looked from the urn at Kouri and Alex both. "But if we don't get out of here fast..." Slowly Jamiahl's eye color changed back and she looked... embarrassed if not apologetic. "Then we will lose control... more so than you just witnessed." Salinï too was calming down, sobbing as she fell to her knees. "Salinï... get up." Jamiahl said as she stepped toward Kouri and extended her hands toward the urn. "Give her back... please."
Kouri bites her lip, a wave of regret moving through her every muscle and vein. This was... Exceptionally cold. Yet it was necessary... She ponders it for a few moments as she hands Salinï the urn, slowly and softly. "...She died bravely. If she were a Renaltan, we'd have buried her among the royalty." She says quietly before turning back to Alex, her eyes still filled with regret. Ahead in the tunnel it split off two ways. One seemed to lead north, the other east. "I don't know which way to go..." Kouri says, looking at her map. It was... Not detailed to this point. She looks at Alex, then looks away. Was this what her father meant when he told her that she was befit to be a politician, not a general like her sister? She shakes her head. Now was not the time, for the sisters or for her.
Alex looks at the assassins with a sad look, "I'm sorry about Mesharra." She focuses her gaze upon Salinï, "If it is anyone's fault, it's mine. If I could have kept control of myself... And killed Ishcar before he... Well, then it wouldn't have happened." With that said, she returns to Kouri's side, looking down the split passages. "Hmm..." she raises her head, taking in the scent of each way... Only neither of them varied, the air was still stale and earthen down each. If anything, it was a good sign that they both lacked other... foreboding smells. "I think we should be fine either way. If not, we'll just trace our way back and take the other route."
Shamed and saddened... but no longer feeling the hunger like it was before Salinï got to her feet, muttering. "Grief... hunger... those can wait... I will take solace in the fact that this angel who killed her is no doubt right now being acquainted with Mesharra's darker side in the hells." She spat, rejoining her sister, fighting back another sob when she looked at the urn. "I want to get out of this cursed place."
Jamiahl stroked her sister's shoulder. "We will." The usually silent sister had spoken a lot as of late and she would probably speak more soon enough as her eyes were much like her sisters, filled with grief and pain. "Lead, we will follow."
Kouri takes the tunnel heading north, a few steps in the entire tunnel shakes with a distant explosion, Kouri stumbling as a migraine hits her. The ceiling starts to collapse at that part of the passage, Alex and Jamiahl darting into the east tunnel to avoid the debris and Salinï diving into the north tunnel. Stone and sand quickly pile in, and within moments, the group of four is separated into two groups of two. On the bright side, at least none of them could be followed now...