Temple of Belial|Ilyamen

[Kender Bard]

On the fringes of the Ilyamen border, closer to Sensatia, a wooden, rickety strutcure has been thrown up. It looks like nothing more ornate than a tumbledown shack for people to live in, but inside there is always a fire burning and the cloying smell of incense and drugs. Various activities go on in here... and laughter mingles freely with cries of pain and ecstasy.

[Kender Bard]

Noel stands at the lead of the group as he calls for a halt and stares at the tumbled down temple. He frowned faintly, for now only hearing the laughter. "What do you think that is?"

"It sounds like a brothel," Cobalt grumbled as his keen hearing caught wind of a moan. "But that's a damn queer place to put one."

[Devon]

Devon looks down at the place, then back to Noel and Cobalt. "I don't know what it is exactly, but man it looks really creepy."

[aivea]

Audra tilts his head slightly as he listens and his hearing picks up a hint of a scream. Though he couldn't determine whether it was pain or pleasure induced, he could tell that someone screamed.

"Hm... I think I heard someone scream." He shrugs then adds, "It's not really my kind of place from what's been mention so far and what I've heard."

[Kender Bard]

"I don't like the feel of this place," Cobalt declares. Noel nods, uneasy.

"Perhaps we should move on?" he inquires slowly. Cobalt shakes his head.

"I say we go investigate."

[Toyoll]

Nyala shivered, unlike her companions, her wolfen ears captured every sound that emanated from the building and her sharp sense of smell caught the sickly sweet scents that wafted from it. Her instincts flared a white-hot beacon.

She flattened her ears in an attempt to escape the noises, her pupils contracted and the she-wolf also grew flighty and nervous. "Damn....What is this place?" Nyala growled to herself.

When Cobalt suggested they investigate, Nyala only nodded. What ever was going on in there wasn't anything good. She cast a knowing gaze around the area, "This isn't good....There's no animals at all...Not even a damned squirrel..."

[Kender Bard]

"Devon, why don't you go on ahead," Noel suggested. He couldn't help but grin, and add, "No offense, but you are the least imposing in appearance from all of us. We do not want to give innocent folk a fright, but neither do we want guilty men to flee before we can get some answers."

[Devon]

Devon nods having no problem with his task. "If things get hairy for me down there I'll throw up a bolt." Devon stands up and heads down to the building trying to look as innocent as he can, which isn't a hard thing to do for the young knight to be.

[Kender Bard]

Though the exterior of the building was terrible, red cloth hung over the doorframes and, unbidden, a woman wearing next to nothing slips out to greet him. "Welcome to the Temple of Belial," she purrs. "How may we service you?"

[Devon]

Devon coughs at the sight of the just about naked woman. "Thi-this is a temple? Uh..wow I didn't expect that. What kind of temple is this if you don't mind me asking?"

[Kender Bard]

The woman leaned forward, shamelessly showing off what wasn't already revealed. "A temple of exquisite pleasure, special pleasure. Would you join us?"

[Devon]

Devon's face turns bright red as he takes a few steps back. "Uh...no thanks..I mean..thank you for the offer madam, but I uh....someone I'm sure would disapprove of my being here..I think at least."

[Kender Bard]

"Who?" the woman replied with full, pouty lips. "Who would deny a man the simple rights of pleasure?"

[Devon]

"Someone who hopefully doesn't take sport in seeing my squirm in front of a half naked woman." Devon replies absent mindedly.

[Kender Bard]

"You don't have to squirm in front of me," the woman chuckles, moving closer, almost brushing against him. "You can squirm on top of me. All you have to do is drink some holy water and step inside."