Quest [Spring SQ] Excursion (Right)

[Inoadar]

Inoadar All Inoadar found he could do was think. The physical struggle was horrifyingly over, the ghost had completely subsumed all physical connection to his body. The poisoner tried to initiate the Flux, to see if the sudden empowerment might take the invader by surprise and allow him to point the weapon at the ceiling and fire it. But he could not tell if he was succeeding or not. Then it struck him that he might only be giving the ghost the strength to break itself free of Miro's hold. At the thought of Miro, there was an odd redundancy of his mental picture of the mage. He could only figure the ghost had decided to target the mage. This would explain both the alignment of the thought, and the alignment of the weapon on his robed friend. He didn't know if Miro had any defensive method against the crossbow. He knew the bolt could pierce steel armor easily at this range. "No! Not him!" he roared internally. This was the only person here he considered a friend. But there was just as much the apprehension over having no one on his side when heads rolled for this fiasco as there was the loss of a friend. He knew there would be someone to take the fall for this. Acolyte Grey may well blame the soldier, Blake, beside him as well, knowing he too was possessed. But in the political arena encompassing the military aspect of Ravok, a contracted civilian like himself would be decidedly less likely to escape the brunt of reprisal. She would side with her own. He suddenly realized the "echo" of mental focus on the Acolyte now. 'Is it targeting her now?' The echo flickered briefly and Inoadar put his thoughts back on Miro, finding the same flickering attention on him. Trying not to mentally verbalize his discovery, he realized the ghost was not so easily able to shake his mental interference. He NEEDED indecisiveness. And he needed it now! 'No, wait! He's the one that has us locked in...But wait, She's the one that told him to do it! Or...no...he did it on his own...But he did it to save her...because she's the leader...if she dies, they'll all leave!...or no...the mage will probably take over...he's powerful...the rest will follow...except maybe the soldiers...if the soldier is shot, the leader will order a retreat to save him...or maybe not...maybe soldiers are not that important to her...she sure yelled at that one...Wait! that other guy is a mage too, maybe he's going to attack...but he's not as powerful as the first one...you need to kill the strongest one...or the leader...either one of them...' He continued this as long as he could, seeing that his crossbow was switching from one target to another, to another, and back, and back again. The ghost in the soldier's body suddenly growled at him "USE THE PETCHING THING! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Inoadar felt a sudden clear of his mental focus as the ghost turned its attention upon its partner. He grabbed at anything shocking he could imagine. The sense of finding "shock" triggered thoughts of the gasps of onlookers as they watched his masochistic displays of self-punishment while he was in the Second Edict. There was still the biggest reaction from the time he'd held a red hot iron in both hands. He embraced this thought and recalled the screams, one of them his own, and his determination to hold on in spite of the pain. Inwardly he generated a scream of agony in the present to accompany the vision. The ghosts consciousness snapped back in anticipation of agony, mistaking Inoadar's memories for the present. "IT BURNS!! it shrieked in the poisoner's voice, tossing away the loaded crossbow, which, unfortunately, fired upon impact with the floor.

[Venser Rush]

The Rush twin looked to Miro with a perplexed expression, the Flux coursing through his legs ending up for naught. The perplexity quickly turned to a frown, pursed lips marring his features as he relented. The Fluxist wanted to stay and observe. His life was by no means unimportant to him, but the ability to closer study what the ghosts were doing, presumably by rending Nolan's body in twain, was an opportunity to muse over, if an extremely dangerous one. The Rush twin had discussed with the poisoner regarding whether or not poisons would corrupt the body of a fallen being and mingle with the properties of djed, thus imprinting and leaving its presence within the body. He could not help but wonder now, in the midst of an encounter with a possessed human being, if the properties of a ghost would linger in Nolan's corpse should he be killed.

To seek after special circumstances, special incidents and extraordinary people was the craft of a Maledictor. It was not, as some deemed to call it, simply 'graverobbing', or hunting after the clippings and hair of the passerby. Nor was it the simple and desolate craft of corrupting whatever one could find in the effort to turn it into something extraordinary. But, the Rush twin also resolved to not deliberately get the man killed. He was, after all, more useful to the Rush twin alive than his corpse, on an uneducated gamble, would be when killed.

A tentative alliance was set between the two, a sort of discussion held between them and it involved the poisoner remaining alive. From what Venser understood, Nolan was a superior poisoner to Verin and one with resources and a vested interest in the work that Venser Rush could undertake with the craft of Malediction. This much encouraged the Rush twin to not want to interfere. He nodded to Miro before he smoothed out the djed flow in his body, pulling it from his legs in a final, strenuous effort with the Flux. He felt the strength to return to his arms, but he felt a whiplash materialize his legs.

Spiking djed bounced within the cells of Venser's body, pain coursing through the flesh of his thighs, light internal bleeding likely the direct result of the movement of his djed, a cough escaping his lips as his eyes reddened with the spiking, present pain in his body. He, of course, in the midst of the Flux, did not feel the sensation in its entirety. Rather, he stepped backwards, moving around Miro and turning towards the Acolyte, a frown pursing his lips for a moment. He gauged his distance, kept himself far from both Acolyte Gray and the remaining Ebonstryfe soldier as he asked of her,

"What do you suggest we do, then? I'm in agreement with Miro that there is no reason to leave this place. We are likely far more inclined towards taking the risk than to run out of this place and risk punishment from your superiors for perpetuating the failures of your inferiors. Rather, I would suggest, Acolyte, that we press forward. I sensed no djed traps in the pathway that I had made my way towards earlier. I had no torch and was by no means inclined to proceed, but Miro can likely keep the ghosts and Nolan at bay as we make our way over there. I can't be entirely sure as to Ender's location, but I'm certain that if we move to that direction, either Miro will call the Familiar to him, or have it come with us."

Venser was placing his trust in the Familiar-toting Undead, something that did not come easily to him, but the wizard had more than earned it. And Venser Rush was by no means compelled to leave this place and run like a coward simply because of a number of phantoms. Fear of death did not grip the Rush twin, but fear of failure and cowardice.

"I doubt that we have a great deal of time to make a decision."

NolanDon't hate me XD

[Nemesis]

The books, which totalled a little more than ten, were left safe in the first room. Nothing came for them, to return or destroy them. Nor did any weather from above damage them further; the facility was protected by similar enchantments that rested around the Vitrax's Black Hole, where rainwater did not enter to drown the prisoners. Each of the books had damage to them - pages that were missing or damaged or faded, covers which had been ripped and torn, or even scribblings which had been blotted out by blood or other irreversible damage. Yet each had enough in them which were useful, and Ender had found well.

When Ender returned to the rest of the party, however, he would find tensions high amongst the humans and undead. The Acolyte, when she heard Miro speak, shook her head gently, signalling that she would not be following the Chained One's advice, yet she said nothing in response, keen not to scorn the man for what was, in essence, a fair piece of advice. The responses of the unpossessed soldier and the Rush boy were similar to her own - no one was going anywhere.

And, when Miro spoke to the ghosts, the Hypnotism worked, their attention slowly drifted over to the Mage, for the most part. “Master Apprentice? A dichotomy in itself, wouldn't you say?” Blake's voice was gravelly and harsh, as the ghost's astral pulled at the vocal cords of the soldier. Jepsen, the other soldier of the Ebonstryfe, shivered, not because he himself had been possessed, but because he knew his partner well enough to see how the ghost was controlling him. “Your God's will is to see six people die this day? For that is all you will receive here. There is nothing you could be interested in.”

Inside Parnell's head, where the second ghost resided, a similar battle was taking place. The battle for control of the body was over, but the battle of minds reigned on. The ghost could feel, and hear, the thoughts in Parnell... Inoadar's mind - it knew what Parnell knew about the members if the party, and it couldn't decide were to go. Or who to attack. Eventually, the other ghost spoke to him, ordering him to aim and fire. The order was supposed to be given quietly, but Blake's ghost was not used to the vocal cords, and spoke loudly, loud enough for Evelyn and the others to hear, if they paid enough attention.

And Evelyn did, she heard the gravely command and saw where the weapon was aimed. It took her mere ticks to realise what was happening, and even less time to decide how to combat the situation. Venser spoke to her, questioning what they might do next, as the arrow from the crossbow soared about a foot past her. But the Acolyte didn't respond, to Venser or the ghost, at least, she didn't with words, but did with actions. Hidden in her long black robes was a small throwing dagger, and in one swift motion, she unsheathed it, whipped it over her head and flung it forward. The dagger aimed true, piercing Blake just above the heart. "We survive, mister Rush. I do not plan on leaving here with nothing to show for our endeavours."

As Blake's body began to fail under the stress cause by the blade wound, the ghost occupying him drifted out for all of the party to see. The ghost did not occupy a second body, however, instead remaining in a semi-corporeal form just close to where Blake began to sag. “The first has passed. Who will be next?” Came the high, cold voice from the ethereal spirit.

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[Miro]

Miro was slightly upset that his warnings were shrugged aside. He could handle this alone, so much better alone too. Without the others to worry about, it made things easy. And then things were made worse when the Ghosts refused to cooperate. The worst of it came when things turned deadly though. The Acolyte made a pinch decision and fatally wounded her own soldier. It shocked the wizard and Familiar both.

As the Ghost that possessed the body lifted from the soon to be corpse, the Reimancer knew he had to act. He thrust Ionu's Light forth and guided a torrent of his Djed to become accelerated along its shaft. He boomed the incantation "Talrin!" as a surge of Res immediately transmuted lightning burst from the tip of the staff. There was no way to tell with certainty if the attack would be effective, but the wizard expected the energetic charge had the best chance of his elements.

The spell would only be streamed for a matter of a few ticks, the spell guided at a safe area through the Ghost. A powerful enough attack to kill nearly any foe was bound to do something. There was no way that Miro would let anything happen to Nolan, so he could not hold back. His anxious mind caused him to expend Djed to expand his hypnotic aura. He kept his influence restrained for the moment.

"No more of this!" Miro roared angrily to the room. "I am a wizard!" He was not sure why he said such a thing, but he sure meant it. "I will not see any more die, especially that man." He pointed his staff at Nolan with a conviction in his eyes. "You will reason with me and reach a compromise or you will be dealt with."

The Hypnotist focused his aura upon Nolan and took a step forward. He planted his staff against the possessed man's neck and focused his hypnotic influence through the staff. In the instance that a move was made he was prepared to cast a powerful spell. A deep and overwhelming feeling of inner-peace and tranquility. This emotional surge would be streamed until the wizard was sure the Ghost had been pacified.

Miro began to push hypnotic feelings of trust and confidence through the staff, but they would only help to win over one willing to agree. "I want to see that the residents of this place are not disturbed. But only on the condition they do not pose a threat to us. Our will is set by our god, and things will go easier if you cooperate. We can help you, you can help us. I do not want to use force, but there is no avoiding our mission."

Ender hovered at the far side of the room fully aware of the situation now. In the event something unexpected were to happen, he was ready to act. His presence suddenly felt important in the case that something were to happen to Miro. He felt foolish to think that there was no chance his master could need him. Thankfully he was able to accomplish his goal and return in time. Things would be settled, one way or another.

[Inoadar]

Inoadar Inoadar could sense a dreadful eagerness in the possessing ghost's mind as his friend, Miro approached. He did not know what reaction this ghost had prepared. He could only hope that whatever Miro was planning would destroy the cloying thing. If it killed him in the process, he would understand the necessity. The mage's staff was laid against his neck, and his inner consciousness tensed for what must surely be some horrific assault or contest. Moments passed and there was no apparent effect. It was only after this brief pause that he realized his friend was talking. Something about 'cooperation...mutual help...not wanting to use force, and no avoiding their mission.' He didn't know why the mage had chosen to give this speech, but felt the discharge of destructive force must be coming now. If he'd had any control over his body, he'd have cringed in anticipation. This was probably the worst part; the fact that whatever Miro unleashed upon him, he would have to take it face on. But another moment passed, and there was still nothing. 'Is he trying to bluff?...' he thought to himself in growing impatience. He knew that was not going to work on an incorporeal creature with nothing to lose by getting his host body incinerated. He wanted to shout at Miro to 'Just DO IT!' The suspense was making him feel sick inside. But then he perceived that Miro was looking more and more puzzled, resetting his focus and repeating his previous message. Inoadar felt himself growing sicker. No, not exactly sick in the sense of 'illness'. There was no fever or nausea. It was more as if a second ghost was occupying him. One that had died of sickness and still carried the ague with it as it inhabited him. It was a taint, as if his blood was being replaced by the blood of a corpse. All at once, his arm reached up of its own accord and gripped the staff Miro had against his neck. He could actually feel the taint now, pouring into him through the staff. Whatever Miro was trying to do, the ghost was sucking it in as some sort of tainted djed before the mage could manifest its effect. He felt as if he was rotted inside, filled to the point that some sort of putrescence was about to start leaking from his eyes or ears. Then suddenly, this backlog of tainted djed sped from him to wrap the head and upper body of the other soldier, Jepsen, in a cocoon of shielding. It became apparent quickly that this shield was tasked to prevent the passage of oxygen as the man immediately started working his mouth soundlessly. His eyes grew wide and he started clawing at his throat, as if he could find the "edge" of the shield and rip it free. And still Inoadar felt the stream of djed being leeched from Miro, as his face underwent the muscular spasms of laughter.

[Venser Rush]

Venser Rush thought that the 'will of Rhysol' that the rest of the journeyers took was laughable, in concept and in practice. Rhysol was the God of Evil, Betrayal and Lies. The last two made it concrete and absolute that he took no stock in such things. It was an amusing concept how so many could have so much love for him, but then he remembered Ravok itself.

Venser had been to Syliras where the supposed God of Peace reigned and decided that he would much rather take the stock of Lies than the filthy, hollow shell of civilization. Venser personally identified with Harameus, instead, and with that faith, he took stock in knowing that the last transformation that the soldier Blake would go through is the transformation of death. At the very least, Venser wanted to see the ghosts gone.

Blake's corpse was to grow colder on the ground, though for the moment, Venser could not tell if he was still alive or not. Miro then created a discharge of lightning and flung it at the ghost, the blinding light distracting Venser and forcing him to stare in a different direction, which was, instead, the body on the floor. He wished to tap into his understanding of Auristics once again and make sure for a fact if he was, but it seemed pointless and Venser's djed had not yet replenished from the digestion of food. Blake's corpse then went fully inert, and Venser could assume that he had died.

His body was working on regaining strength, but for now, he would remain idle. He instead listened to Miro, who spoke to the ghost with nothing on his side to negotiate for. He demanded that Nolan's life be spared, seemingly even at the expense of other people, and Venser Rush could not help but scoff at the notion.

A poisoner with weak understanding in the magic of Malediction hardly seemed like something that was worth sacrificing the lives of a number of Chaon and Venser himself. Perhaps Venser's view was misguided, or would be interpreted as cowardly, but he had far too much at stake to sacrifice his life. Venser's left hand moved to grip at his punch dagger, but in his moment of distraction, he found that something else had transpired. The possessed Nolan Parnell was gripped with laughter, his hands vice-like around the staff that Miro always carried with him. His body was visibly shaking, nearly convulsing, and the Rush twin, sensitive as he was to the changing states of djed, felt a deep rumble in his stomach. A powerful spell was being cast, the charge of djed weak from the distance, but this much merely alerted Venser all the more.

The Rush twin decided to look back at the Acolyte, curiosity taking hold of him at the mixed signals her message and her actions were giving,

"How exactly do we intend to survive if we continue to kill all of the feasible distractions for the ghosts? Blake was possessed, but it looked to me that a ghost's capability to control him was interrupted, by whatever limitations it has. We could just as easily have slipped past and continued our journey. And now Blake is a corpse on the ground and the spirit a force to be stopped by Miro, the only person with a chance of dealing with this problem. Perhaps it would have been wiser to non-fatally injure the soldier to give us a better chance to pass him by as his body lost strength. In any case... it is your decision."

Evelyn Grey had already made it abundantly clear that she did not desire his leadership.

[Nemesis]

The bolt from the Mage had no effect on the incorporeal, grey form and it didn't move, yet nor did it retaliate. It just rested where it had been. At Miro's words, however, the ghost turned to face the Apprentice of the Ebonstryfe. A white smile materialised on its face in response, amused at the idea that this... Miro wanted to allow the ghosts to remain undisturbed. “If you had been true to your notion of leaving us undisturbed, we would not be here now, sharing this conversation. For more than five centuries, we have been left alone, and now you come, in the name of Rhysol, to take what you will.”

The exchange of Djed between Parnell - or the ghost possessing Parnell - and Miro was lost on the Acolyte, so intent was she on the other, visible ghost and his words. Her mind was racing, and she tried, probably in vain, to come up with a solution. The excursion previous to this had said nothing of this issue, and she wondered how the soldiers could be so unhelpful, and borderline treacherous, not to share this information, to warn her of the dangers. Selfishly, she wondered whether she should have delayed her excursion, to allow the other, unofficial group, to enter and face this threat first.

Only when she heard the gasps from her surviving soldier did Evelyn avert her gaze from the ghost, only to see Jepsen choking on nothing. The ghost had magic. She didn't bother to look at Miro, believing the undead to not need to breathe for survival, and she cast her gaze over the Rush boy, who also seemed fine, if looking as bewildered as Miss Grey herself was. But then he met her gaze and she listened in silence as he, too, spoke.

Only the Acolyte paid attention to his words; the free ghost and the possessing one were both intent on Miro and the soldier, and Nolan Parnell himself... was likely lost in the possession and events too. She gave the Maledictor her ear - time might be of the essence, but she had no quick fix to their situation. The boy berated her for killing the soldier and, whilst she did not react, she wished dearly that she might. The Acolyte did not take well to being threatened, and the threat had never been more high than a possessed Blake. He had been expendable.

"I sincerely doubt that the ghosts would let us pass if we injured their hosts. We're lucky that that one didn't claim another host. Magic will not save us now." She turned away from him to glance back over at the ghost, who raised his hand to request a stay the attack on the remaining soldier, and began to speak again. “We shall parlay. You have already disrupted our existence, so why should we let you continue through, why should we spare you?”

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[Inoadar]

Inoadar The sound of his own voice surprised Inoadar, spoken with odd inflections as it was. As well the attitude of anticipating subordination it implied. He could feel his own throat and mouth working to form the words, but it still seemed as foreign as if it had come from the other room. But it occurred to him that he might be able to capitalize on what it indicated. The ghost was willing to negotiate, albeit probably a one-sided deal. He had sensed very basic emotions through the symbiosis already, AND imparted them with some level of success as well. He stopped fighting the possessing spirit. He enjoyed two benefits immediately. There was an immediate, if slight, feeling of raised appraisal from the ghost toward the party, as if it sensed that perhaps these people might be willing to cooperate after all. He also got a sense that the ghost just might allow him a voice if he remained passive. He began to concentrate on a single concept. Something simple...basic...instinctive...primitive, even. The most basic inquiry: 'Why' He immediately felt a relief from the spirit, relief that he HAD used his moment of clarity to express a question, rather than vent a surge of hate. He felt the ghost's focus lean inward toward him, with it's own simple question: "Why...WHAT?" The next step followed the same pattern. Inoadar focused on the most basic concept representing his desire: "Speak. Speak." He repeated it several times before sensing a response, a desire for courtesy was the best way he could describe it. "Agreement. Agreement" was the best he could come up with. He suddenly realized success by the fact that he was in control of his head, nodding the agreement he was trying to convey. "I am speaking to the one possessing my body...In what way have we disrupted you?...No...please...let me finish...You have chosen to remain, so you feel some need to stay here. Something overriding every soul's need for rebirth. We did not come here seeking your displacement or upset. What is it that makes you wish to cling to this...place...yet desire no...completion? "It is widely held that ghosts remain to relive a pleasant memory over and over, OR to finish some task that death robbed them of. Yet you seem content enough to remain static, yet have no wish to move on. Are you simply an exception? or is this PLACE an exception? Do you guard something? is it dangerous? Powerful?" Inoadar's curiosity was genuine. And he tried to keep that frame of mind in prominence, lest the ghost perceive his avarice for power.

[Miro]

Miro was disappointed that his Reimancy would have no effect here. It was his immediate response, and in that instant the wizard took a bold opportunity. It came without much thought, almost like an instinct. But it was a decision he had to live with. Lady Gray claimed magic would not save them now, but Miro doubted that sincerely. It all depended on the application. The only limit to magic was the user's creativity.

However it seemed that the apparent solution was a negotiation. Hypnotism was usually the preferred tool to succeed in such pursuits, but Reimancy had already been drawn, and it was not a magic that disappointed. A bold move came to mind, one of the Ebonstryfe Soldiers already come to harm. There was something to these ghosts. They could be pests, but only do so much. And there was a reason they were being so stubborn.

These ethereal nightmares had been completely unreasonable thus far. They seemed adamant on one thing, they did not want to be disturbed. To have the party down there was unacceptable. Perhaps they wished to preserve things to how they were at the time of their passing, or perhaps there was something in specific they wished to preserve. Either way, a strong bargaining chip became available.

Miro communicated to his Familiar telepathically. "Shift to your natural form, wait near the exit." Ender backed away without question and shifted to the form of a large silver orb. He hovered above the texts he had recovered, anxious at the situation. He hoped that his master could handle things alone. Though it was likely that the Irylid was told to wait because the undead was unsure of his success.

The Chained One was ready to be done with these ghosts. He began his argument with a confident tone and firmly spoken words. "We do not mean to disrupt your existence, however we have no choice in this matter. We are bound by our task, one we can not fail in. You have been unreasonable thus far, and have assaulted us. As far as I am concerned, you ghosts are all danger, and such a threat could trump any potential gain these ruins have to offer."

There was a shift from the original point, but it all came down to a risky move. "Ghosts have a mind and will, no different from any other sentient being. Diplomacy could result in the preservation of your home, however continued interference with our mission will make you all enemies of the state. The entire ruins may need to be purged, it may become our mission to chase you from here." The Reimancer pushed a torrent of Res from his staff and transmuted it to a flash of fire.

"We would get things done by whatever means necessary." The wizard hesitated for a moment, then shifted the tone of his voice to be a bit more inviting. "However, we can call this a misunderstanding now, before this escalates any further. Nothing needs to be done that can't be taken undone." Miro crossed his staff across his chest. "I am Master Apprentice Miro, and you are in possession of my dear friend Nolan Parnell. Please release him, we can attempt peace. This may be your last chance."

There was no way to tell how any of the others would react, but it was a tense situation. To call off all transgressions so far was a bold claim, but the best option by far. It would be ideal if no more harm was done, but if it came down to a negotiation, both sides needed to have power. Miro could cause harm too, and everything had a weakness. The only question was this all worth it? To lose Nolan or Venser was unacceptable. They needed to be protected at all costs.

[Nemesis]

It was through the mind that the possessor answered the question from the possessed, and so none in the room - save Nolan Parnell - could hear what the ghost said. It took a few ticks for the ghost to answer, as if the ghost was debating internally whether or not it should even speak, or how much to share. “You are a clever soul, Nolan Parnell, that much is obvious to me,” it spoke slowly, carefully, mulling over each and every word before allowing them to pass between their shared consciousnesses. “You have answered the question for yourself. For us to pass on to our next life... knowledge must be passed on.”

Everything and nothing was offered to the poison crafter in the ghost's statement, and it was up to him to garner exactly what he could from the offered words. It was up to him, however, because no others heard the words, and in stead were listening to Miro speak, and threaten the ghosts. A flare of fire rose from his staff, illuminating his mask, the faces of the remaining humans, and the pseudo-corporeal form of the ghost. The ghost did not shift back, nor did the possessed Parnell, up phased by the apparent threats that the Mage was making.

“The poisoner is no longer being hurt or threatened, wizard, which is more than I can say for your treatment of us.” It was the visible ghost who spoke, who seemed to be the leader, or at least the spokesperson of the pair. If he had known about the other's silent conversation, the displeasure would have been evident to all.

The Acolyte of the Black Sun stepped forward and extended a hand towards Miro, in an attempt to take control of the situation and calm the Mage down. It was a simple signal. Stop. Violence has proven not to be effective in this; talking, negotiating, might be the only way they could pass this obstacle. Miss Grey then raised her other hand to make it clear that she was carrying nothing offensive in her hands. "It is not productive for both sides to throw threats, empty or not, at one another. We have a purpose and you have an opposing purpose... but there must be a compromise can be made."

The ghosts, however, did not answer Evelyn, as they were still intent on the Mage. “Tell me, Master Apprentice of Ravok's Ebonstryfe... does Ravok ostracise some? Those who are different, and those who visit the city? Do you assault those who enter your home peacefully, just because you wish them gone? How is that different to our desire to remain undisturbed?” It was at this point that the second ghost regained all control over the poison crafter, so that what had been shared should not be repeated to the others. The speed at which he seized the body again, however, gave the sudden simulation of choking for the possessed poisoner.

“For over five centuries, we have been left undisturbed, free of modern trivialities. Why would we allow such ignorant fools to traverse through our home. What right do you have to trespass in this facility? What power gives you the delusion of having a greater claim to these lands than anyone else? Your arrogance, your selfishness and your conceit will be your doom, friend.”
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OOCSorry about the long delay.

I also hope you guys can see what I'm trying to get at here. If all goes to plan, we should be nearing the end of this little excursion