The three allips the larger one had summoned float forward, their incessant babbling continuing on and seeming to get more and more excited as they get closer to the two remaining members of the party who are not fascinated by the undead. Two of them reach ghostly tendrils of smoke out towards Solomon but he wields his tetsubo expertly, dispersing the tendrils before they could reach him. Kuldar has a bit more trouble atop an immobile Kilgur and as the smoky tendril reaches out, it wraps around his neck, as he feels his mind begin to roil and dim slightly.
"Slipping mind, slippery slope down and away. Away into darkness, join us in shadow. Eight to zero, zero to one, one to all. Blue eyes to them."
"Temnir, how many were in your party when you first came to these caves below Heldenburg?" Solomon asks, seeing too late that Temnir is caught in rapt concentration, some sort of far off recognition in his eyes at the words of the Allip, trying his hardest to decipher the meaning, even mumbling to himself and repeating the strings of numbers to himself under his breath. Frustrated, he gives Renard what for with a mighty slap but even that does nothing to break the rapt concentration Renard has on the words. Deciding to stand defiantly instead, Solomon puffs out his chest and issues a question to the specter,
"What is your name specter? So that I may give proper introductions to Pelor once I send your soul his way. We will extinquish your tormented demon fire and send your soul to Pelor so that it may fuel his light and banish darkness from this world."
At the question, the allip ceases his babbling for the first time since the party encountered it, but only for a moment as it seems to think to itself quickly. Then it begins to laugh manically, throwing it's head back and sending wispy purple smoke from it's mouth and exposed ribcage.
"Pelor of the sun, thrice cursed swine. Enslaved of the fire, bound to the light, forever exiled. Before death, names are used, now we have none but the shadow of fear and death. Before death, I was known as Blaith Cathrak, oracle of the cursed deity." Even in his stupor, Temnir's eyes go wide as he sees the allip for his old companion. Unable to act though, he continues to listen on in silence, unmoving.
During this time, Kuldar numbly fights off the touch of the allip and looks around, eyes slightly glazed to his friends and calls out to them,
"Listen my friends! What they speak of is meaningless, only my words matter out here." Seeing none of them react, he pours his bardic magics into his voice and a triple tone issues forth as he commands his friends to harken unto him,
"Aw listen up I say!" As his bardic performance rings out, it's as is bubbles around each of the fascinated party members heads burst and they are all suddenly left looking around in confusion at what just happened, obviously unaware that they had been caught rapt by the creature's words. The allip that was once Temnir's companion Blaith does not looked pleased at the development, his face like a thunderhead and his voice sounding like the crumbling of grave dirt,
"Questions are over, death begins. Eight to zero, more help is needed. Fear the coming of the true shadows." Blaith flies higher into the air and begins waving his hands in front of him, gathering shadows to him quickly from all around the cavern.
OOC: Blaith's Allip is 40 feet in the air. The other 3 are floating off the ground above you within reach.
Initiative Order
24 Subordinate Allips
22 Temnir
20 Kilgur
18 Raznik
17 Yx'raul
15 Kuldar
12 Skraag + Renard
9 Solomon + Blaith's Allip
Party Status
Kuldar: 2 Wisdom drained
Everyone Else: No change
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:56, Tue 14 Aug 2012.