Mystic, the second she is confronted by this god, Bows gracefully, her mask covering her face, hiding a calm smile
"Ah, your holy A'bon... A pleasure to see such a magnificent power in person"
Mystic keeps her bowed position, intending to be as polite as possible.
"My reason for being here is to help my... *she sighes* unfortunate companion make sure she gets home with her skin intact."
Mystic glances off to the side, where Phoenix had dissapeared.
"She seems to have wandered off sadly... So, unless you have something important for me to do, I would so kindly wish to be able to follow her?"


Hallow pouts, looking at Serpent as she slowly snuggles in against him, smiling up at him
"Awh, come on now. Your arms are so... muscular... and your skin so tough and manly. MMMH, you look perfect."
She almost purrs as she strokes her hand over his arm, her eyes darting over him before sliding to the gentleman, listening to his words.
"I see, sir... Well, Hopefully you manage to get such a book in your hands. It is quite the tragedy when something of such value isn't of use in any way"

@Wata

The Prophet and his cultists quickly fled to try and find cover. As they did so, the Prophet continued to fire bolts of Void energy at the Druid.

"Come on! Hurt him already!" he muttered under his breath.

This day's just going peachy, isn't it? He thought to himself.

"Uuhh...what?"
Serpent stared in disbelief at Hallow. Was this chick bonkers? Escaped mental patient? Actually interested in a dorky lizardcop? Whatever the case, he felt like bailing out was necessary. Maybe he should find Morph and file some sort of sexual harassment complaint.
Wait, he was a cop himself.
Can you file something like that yourself? Wonder if they brought more of those muffins and those little cocktail fruit stick things. Speaking of cocktails there was supposed to be free booze here somewhere.

"Maybe if I sprinkled some glitter on a book and put it in a display case I could sell it off for millions."

Wait, you said that out loud. Now you really need to bail. He wiggled Hallow loose.
"I gotta go, things are getting awkward. Good luck with your book shenanigans, Mister Darvo."
Serpent left the gallery, looking for the bar and to see if Morph was still around.

The crimson creature waited for a moment after seeing some illumination after trudging through the almost ever encompassing darkness. Something was going on further ahead, and it wasn't about to be caught off guard again. Especially not when it had some "help" at its disposal. Why should it risk getting blindsided when it can easily ensure it's own survival Turning to look at the Bureau agent that brought him so much pain, a growl escaped it's mouth as it addressed her. (@Maleth ) "What...are...waiting for...get moving" it hissed, waiting on her reaction so it would follow behind. Almost hoping that something was about to go wrong, the Crimson creature stood there. glaring right at her.

Either the druid he had been *pulled* into fight with had overreacted when he had root smacked Daniel against a wall, or the many others where actually doing some damaged worth noting, and the later seemed to be more prominent.
Being shoved away by the roots, he was in a strange place and position, he knew no one here, not what the fight was about or anything in the liking, though he had been attacked by the druid that everyone else was ganging up on, so joining into that fight seemed the most *safe* Though perhaps now that the druid was being hurt by the rest of the contenders, instead of just blindly following in and attacking a thing he had no idea about, just keep moving around the room, there where many clearly special individuals present, the druid was just the curret target of this conglomeration, perhaps something could be won from biting time, maybe something a bit more than he allready got could be won from this plane, native or not.

Looking at the keep-like structure and thinking about what was likely going on inside it given the gunfire and all, Elly said to her crimson captor ( @GobMaw_HellSmasha ) "Well, that's exactly what I was going to do." She then headed off in the direction of the Keep, treading carefully just in case she caused something to happen like managing to spring a trap on herself.

Seeing the forest dying around this part also gave the Knight of Hell the distinct impression that hopefully intervening with whatever was happening in the Keep might make it a somewhat better situation. Hopefully.

Without any better lead to go on, Aura left for the gallery. Maybe the Serpent had been caught by a particularly mesmerising piece, she thought in humour, actually hoping not to find him surrounded by shattered art pieces.

@Maleth @GobMaw_HellSmasha @kanila @Grall_Stonefist @Azathoth
The combined might of everyone’s final attacks, ranging from being gored by Mimic, blasted by Prophet, and being riddled with bullets by both Gorgan and Wizbang would be enough to finally end the Druid’s life, as the blue glow became even brighter before snuffing itself out and the Druid ceased to exist.

However, he seemed determine to spite his attackers even in death as the Liber Umbrarum seemingly exploded in blue fire which threw those nearby away and rocked the very stones of the keep.

A skeleton then fell from the ceiling, one that was clad in the tattered remnants of a uniform that looked like it belonged in a history book of the second world war, given the twin lightning bolts on the uniform that looked like two ‘S’es put together and a high-peaked officer’s cap with a skull and crossbones just above the peak .

The Prophet after all was said and done would be staring blankly at the smear on the ground where the book once was. He seemed to not be here mentally at the moment.

Wizbang then walked over to the standing circle part “Alright now that we’re done killing uh. Whatever the hell that was I’ll bring us all home.” and started to open a way back home.

Meanwhile the Duo of the Hellknight and Bloodbath had arrived at the keep just in time to see Wizbang open the portal back home. With nothing else to do they would head forward into it.

@Wata @Wincent @Casavay
Aura would literally bump into Serpent as the large reptilian man tried once more to squeeze through a door meant for people or normal size. Coincidently Morph came over with his arm over his more than a little drunk wife. “Hey you two are dismissed for the evening, I have to get Margaret home before she sucker punches someone.” Margaret herself seemed to be distracted at the moment. She seemed to be staring daggers into the Roman ambassador who was getting his coat after giving a handshake to the American ambassador. Before either Aura or Serpent could respond he got moving once again going to an exit far away from the man who had somehow earned his wife’s ire.

Back in the gallery the place had greatly thinned out as the party began to come to a close. Darvo reached into his pocket and pulled out a watch to check the time. “Well I do believe I have an appointment with the owner at this time. Good night Madam Gorgion.” Darvo then went off to his business and Hallow found herself almost alone in the room. Almost as the boy from earlier had entered. He walked over to the book in the case and looked for a moment before turning and leaving. ”Party’s ending, should probably skedaddle before the guards realize you snuck in here without an invitation.” He said looking at her in a more confident manner than the last time they had talked.

@Wincent
A’bon looked down at Mystic. “I believe that is a poor choice.” A loud explosion could be heard in the distance. Mystic could feel it was of a magical origin though it was also tainted with the energy of the void. “I will send you back to your realm.” A wave of the god’s hand opened a tear in the veil between realms. A sudden push from the god’s physical manifestation threw Mystic into the portal and found herself in the middle of a farmer’s field in the middle of the night. The full moon was high in the sky, it must be around midnight.

@Wata
"Ah, good grief, who put that wall there!"
The young witch was rubbing her forehead before looking up at the reptilian man that she had been looking for. "Well... at least I found who I was looking for." Still clutching her now sufficiently bonked skull, the blonde nevertheless offered the sympathetic agent a smile and properly saluted - this time, without twitching - their superior officer when he debriefed them.

"So...", she began after Morph had left them to their own devices. "Do you still want to do something? Because I think myself too psyched to just... go home."

Serpent grumbled at the doorways being stupid and small. "Freaking, stupid doorways made for midgets...not that I'm a racist..." he mumbled and got through just before the fresh WBSA agent bumped into him. He just nodded at Morph and smirked at his drunken wife.

"Well..." He rubbed the back of his neck a bit awkward. "I was going to get hammered due to some...awkward socialization but I guess we could go to the arcade or some other bar with live music. Might give me some ideas actually." Serpent was lost in thought for a moment, planning his bar. "Thoughts? Don't happen to know any fighting rings, by the way?"