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[Xantalos]

"Hmm. In that case, we will walk our warbeast nearer to the spire and then allow you to carry us up. Or at least, that's what I intend to do."

Xankarvo flops his arm to indicate it.

"My bones are regenerating, but it takes time and I won't be able to climb until then."

Walk warbeast closer to spire and then carry up pls.

[Beirus]

Ride warbeast to the spire. Roll a joint out of Xan's plant on the way and spark it up.

[Harry Baldman]

"I could certainly reach that, but these others presumably could not."

Fly along with the insect-coatls once they are prepared to lead the way while carrying as many of the team as required.

[Corsair]

stand upon the prow of our mighty war ape like a grand penguin figurehead

[Pancaek]

Get there, somehow. Probably by being carried by one of the snakes, if they'd be so kind.

[piecewise]

Of the sake of time, lets just say that you all get up there; Most by being carried, a few by carefully maneuvering the warbeast in and then having it lift them up. And one by flying.

The place the deposit you is a large open courtyard made of alabaster stone. This courtyard, which has no method of reaching it other than flight, leads to a large gate or threshold, beyond which is what you think is an even larger room. There's a powerful golden light coming from that room, as well as the sound of fire and a sort of soft metallic chiming noise. You can't see exactly what is in there, however, because the room seems to either slope upward or has a ramp right at the entrance; regardless, the actual source of the light is higher than the view through the gate will allow you to see. The snakes lower themselves down and slither through the door.

[Comrade P.]

- Here goes nothing, - murmurs John while heading straight to the gate. Something looks stiff about how he walks though. Upon closer inspection, it appears that his right arm is very tense and doesn't swing back and forth when he walks, like his left one. The tips of the fingers of right hand reach for the engraved handle sticking out from the belt on his side every now and then.

Do walk up to the gates.

[Pancaek]

Flamenco swaggers up next to John, completely relaxed.

"Yeah baby, this is getting all exciting! I thought this world was going to be drab and boring, but those snakey snakes are pretty groovy if you ask me."

Follow John up to the gates, and beyond if he goes further.

[Harry Baldman]

Reverently approach the oven residence of the Most High and get in!

[Xantalos]

Xankarvo strides up confidently towards the gates. Truth be told he was a little eager about this - he'd always enjoyed learning about (and occasionally making mockeries of) the gods of others. If this Most High was anything like what they claimed, it promised to be an interesting experience.

Go up to the gates. Behold their leader.

[Beirus]

Tarmac sighs, more disappointed that he hasn't found a way to get high than awestruck by his surroundings.

Tarmac goes through the gate with the others.

[DoctorMcTaalik]

Deer leg at his side, Hyenakles strides into the room.

Enter behind the Johns.

[Corsair]

waddle into the temple of !not murder

[piecewise]

Beyond the gate is an odd room, to be sure. It's sort of an encapsulated pyramid; the room is a large cube, but rising from it's center is a pyramid, the sloping walls of which extend right to the edges of the room it is within. The pyramid ends in a large flat platform instead of a point, and atop that platform is...hmm. It appears to be a series of 7 golden rings arranged concentrically and all of them are rotating at different angles within each other. Sort of like an enormous and more complex version of the gimbles you see in a gyroscope. The entire thing is emitting a golden glow and a wind chime or music box like melody. At its center is a beating heart (or at least you think it's a heart, it vaguely looks like one but it's not human, nor any that you're familiar with) which floats unassisted in the rings and smolders with a yellow-gold flame, spraying embers from severed arteries with each beat.  The entire room smells of smoke, incense and something you can't place but that is vaguely unsettling, like hot metal or maybe a very faint odor of bile.  Despite the all the glow and the embers, it is quite cool in the room and the alabaster stone is vaguely damp. 

ARE THESE THE ONES WHO HAVE TRESPASSED UPON OUR DOMAIN?

INTERLOPERS, YOU ARE NOT OF THE FLESH OF THE PERFECTED.

WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE?

The thing speaks with a voice like ringing church bells, and the words seem to smash into you like bags of wet flour.

[Xantalos]

Xankarvo flinches slightly at the sheer impact of the words, but defiantly states back into the source of them, his expression steady with contempt.

"We came into this realm on a quest of great import! I, Xankarvo, Grand Wizard, seek the First Heaven and the First God! And I would wager you are not it."

Be pompous as fuck