Not having Misha around was... off putting. There was no more laughter in the party now, no outrageous stories that kept Corrin entertained while they traveled Hell's landscapes, now there was only guilt on their shoulders and it weighed down on them like a ton of bricks. There were 'they should haves' or 'if we only did's  that had ran through Amelia's head as they drove back to base. Her eyes would look at the bag that devoured the two, waiting for the moment they would rip it open and return to them, but as the minutes turned to hours... She had lost hope.

Corrin wasn't happy. It was clear on her face after their fight with the treants that the loss of Misha and Meep took a toll on her. "Meep would've tried setting them on fire with her cool spells..." Corrin would say, her tone of voice disheartened. "Then Misha would have told them to 'Hef a nice day'..."

The older woman wouldn't comment, or say anything, her mind still processing their losses. First Yoska, now Meep and Misha... Who will be next...? Though her processing had to be put on hold when Jill approached her and started speaking fondly of the red-head. Truthfully, it makes Amelia crack a small smile despite all of what happened. "Don't apologize for talking about your feelings, Jill," She starts softly, bringing the blood hunter into a tight embrace. "Losing a friend isn't easy... at all. Probably one of the hardest things you'll need to get over. It takes a lot of strength, especially since you and her had such a close bond." Her lips thin as she pulls away from her, her eyes returning back to the bag itself then to Jill. "You wanna help me get rid of this thing?"

"Gladly, Madame Hiriart." Jill says. She pulls out a tinderbox and begins to kindle up a fire. When it grows to a satisfying size, she tosses it in there and watches it burn.

STYGIAN DOCKS

The flying fortresses of Avernus need fuel, and what better fuel than the souls of the damned. — The Cartographer

A massive iron structure that appears to be a pair of docking arms straddles the River Styx and extends out over it. Hefty clamps, chains, and bars are fixed to the docking arms to lash large vessels between them. The Stygian dock is a 100-foot-high service platform protruding from the rocky cliffs of the River Styx. The clamps, chains, and bars fixed to the upper arms of the dock appear to have the capability to hold an enormous flying fortresses in place. At the moment, one is not docked. 

There are, however, a mass of devils patrolling the area. A huge horned devil appears to be watching command over 12 barbed devils. At the moment, they have not seen you.

Nok looks to the others whispering. "That's a lot of devils...and that big one looks pretty nasty. Perhaps we take him down first?"

 "We are outnumbered by over two to one. Fighting them all would be unwise, especially if that big one is nasty."

"I agree with Jill's assessment.  We are vastly outnumbered here, and an outright attack would be unwise.  Perhaps some subtle subterfuge would be warranted?  Mayhaps we cloth ourselves as errand lackeys, running errands for Mad Maggie, picking up supplies for Fort Knucklebone?  That way, we've got a cover story in case we're caught snooping around here."

"We could, oui. Or you could just go up to them and ask them for some of their...dirt."

Persephone will slink away, as usual, and Hide in the shadows (she's invisible in darkness, so this is for audible Stealth: 16).

She'll then go and gather up some sand from the River Styx, to bring back to her Queen.

A massive 450 foot tall floating fortress that looks like an upright dagger is slowly making it's way towards the docks, towards the clamps. There appears to be a large command structure on top of it. This is, hands down, the largest and most menacing hellish structure you've ever seen in your life. Even from this distance, the ground rumbles at it's approach. It appears, on it's way to the docks, to be sucking up infernal souls from the River Styx.

"Yeahnopetimetogo."

"Oui. Let's go."

Jill will frantically wave for Seph to get out of there as the fortress approaches.

Persephone, invisible in the shadows, is stooping down and collecting some of the soil from the banks of the river (trying very carefully to get soil that is periodically under water, but NOT currently under water {if the river has water in it, that is....could be flowing evil goo for all I know} - NOT touching the water).  Once she's nearly got a good pound or two of soil collected, she quickly makes her way back to the group when she notices the gigantic floating dagger ship coming into the dock area.

Approaching the rest of the gang at a full running clip, she hoarsely whispers as she zooms by "LetsGetTheFudgeOuttaHere!"

Alright. You guys can pick another location or return to base. The usual options.

Jill opts for the Tower of Urm 

Nok Nok agrees with Jill.

Nik Nak also agrees.

Amelia revved up the engine and starts driving for the tower.

Persephone drops her collected Styx dirt off in a safe storage place at the Fort, and hops in a passenger seat of Amelia's monster truck.  "Let's ride!"

TOWER OF URM

A tower tumbles between planes on the whims of a mad mage. Where it goes next, nobody knows. — The Cartographer

An iron tower rises atop an island on a lake of boiling blood. No windows penetrate the tower’s walls, and its only visible door opens onto a high balcony. Red lightning crackles constantly between two horns of metal on the tower’s roof. What's strange about this particular tower is that there are about 12 devils waiting in line in front of it. They turn to face you and sneer, but do not attack. In addition to this, you notice in the sky that meteors of various sizes occasionally pelt the ground, but something that does not look like a rock meteor is falling to the ground at a strange angle, very fast, and to you all, that seems unusual.