Silas attempts to nod his head in agreement, but it stops as the whispering starts to take hold. Something is worming its way in, and he is powerless to stop it.
Silas, unable to control himself, turns around and pushes his way back through the group. He barges into the room they recently exited and begins to dig through a box filled with pieces various human bodies. He returns with an arm and dips it into the stone font filled with some sort of liquid. He then carries it into one of the alcoves where he kneels down and begins to rip apart at the flesh with his teeth, eagerly devouring any shreds he is able to tear loose. He stops between bites and yells "In the name of Adhelmus Xaoghul! In the name of Adhelmus Xaoghul!"
After a few moments of this, he slumps over, but his head is clear once again. His tongue and mouth all looks to be stained deep black.
"Wow, I guess that answers my question and not in the way I was hoping. You back with us big guy? What went through your head there? Any of you with magic able to figure out what's going on here?"
(O_o) Sums up Suny's reaction to Silas' behavior. She shifts to put Karsielle between herself and the alcove where Silas is...tripping out.
Hesitantly she awaits for the light to return to Silas' eyes...
"Awe maaan, is he gon'a need some cleanin' up!" She mutters.
Karsielle calls Silas to her, she holds back her revulsion at the ritual that just look place and looks at Silas' black mouth and tongue.
"Artued" stands ready and thinks on the name that Silas speaks out trying to remember if he has heard about it.
Silas slowly returns to his senses, confused greatly by what he's doing kneeling at the alcove. The sight before him doesn't help either. That and the taste in his mouth lead to what can only be described as revulsion.
Gagging, he spews up his guts on the alcove and floor. Wretching, he does his best to control it.
Once his stomach begins to agree with him again, he weakly stands. "Damn...damn cannibal bastards. I'm gonna slice them up, just like them f~$+ing snitches. Bastards!" He punches the wall for emphasis, not paying attention to his now bleeding knuckles.
Suny pads over and does her best to comfort Silas. Offering an arm about his shoulders, deftly casting her 'Prestidigitation' spell to help clear away the detritus of the nasty spell's affliction. She softly murmurs soothing words and tries to calm the man down and limit the amount of self harm he inflicts.
Looking witnessing the foul act Silas was compelled to carry out, as well as the actions of the other cultists, Bloody thinks he has heard of these type of followers. They are most likely followers of Adhelmus Xaoghul, a god of conquest and dominance whose dark tenets espouse cannibalism and necromancy as the only true way to achieve total dominance over one’s enemies.
Karsielle is unsure of what to do to treat Silas and his blackened mouth. Just the act of consuming human flesh should not leave that sort of stain. Perhaps it was the entire ritual that left some sort of mark from a dark deity.
"Any magical effects still in evidence on him Karsielle? I'm also worried about what's going to happen to the rest of us as we try to proceed. Do we need to go through one at a time and restrain one another? I'm hoping that Bloody and Silas won't trigger that again."
Karsielle inspects Silas. Other than the black tongue and stains around his lips, he appears to be normal.
"Artued" gives the group a lesson on Adhelmus Xaoghul, please read above.
"Now that your stomach has settled, may we move on? Better not linger about it."
Though she still looks askance at Silas, more with concern that trepidation, Suny nods at "Artued's" words and pads along with the group.
As the group readies to move, Karsielle she calls on Calistra to discover any magical effect on Silas, but the prayer goes unanswered. "Calisttra does not favor me with that knowledge Mishael. But 'Artued' is right, we must move on, though I am afraid as to how we get past the enchantment ahead. I do not have the prayers to protect us from it. Perhaps there is another way?" She taps the walls with her hand, as she searches.
"Searching I can help with. Let's see if there is any clue to what possessed Silas. Then I guess we shall have no choice but to proceed."
Karsielle and Mishael look around for any clues or a secret passage but are unable to find anything of interest.
"Artued" states, "Let us move on."
"Artued" looks to the girls, "Are you gals okay?"
Suny nods the affirmative to "Artued's" question, though she continues to hug Karsielle defensively/protectively.
As Flag asks his question, Mishael's eye's begin to glaze over...
"Grand. Here we go again. Let's restrain Mishael!" Silas attempts to muscle her down before she can begin reacting to the mental intrusion.
Bloody and Silas attempt to restrain Mishael. Suny appears to be unaffected at first, but as the two men focus on preventing Mishael from carrying out her compulsion Suny walks into the room and returns with a small piece of human flesh. She dips it into the water then kneels in one of the alcoves to begin the ritual.
"Om, nom, nom, nom, nom." :P
Before Suny starts to eat, Karsielle prays in an attempt to make the flesh untainted.
With Bloody's help, Silas is able to get ahold of Mishael and keep her from rummaging in the room for a piece of flesh.
As Silas and Bloody grab on to Mishael, Suny finishes consuming the ritual forced upon her. As she finishes, she comes out of the haze to and is aware of her actions.
Although eating the flesh was quite messy, she does not have the black stains around her mouth that Silas shows.
Suny blinks as her mind comes back to the present from where ever it has been lead. She grimaces, her face scrunching up as her head shakes -the whole effect slowly increasing until it is almost her entire body twitching violently.
'Augh!" She exclaims dropping the limb she is holding and bouncing to her feet and looking about, before grabbing at any large piece of loose cloth and spitting into it. Her frame continues to shiver and twitch in the throws of her rejection of her quick snack.
"Aye! An' that don't taste like chicken a'tall!" She mutters.
Karsielle looks on with pity as Suny shows her revulsion at the ritual she just performed. "We must go on now, quickly as possible. The evil here is base and rank."
Suny nods emphatically at Karsielle's words.
Silas struggles with Mishael, trying to keep her from enacting the same horrific ritual. "Well, what do we do with her? We can't stand here forever!" He grunts and huffs, keeping the fiery corsair under hold.
"I mean, how long do you think something like this will last? A few minutes? An hour? I don't think I can wrestle her that long."
"Oh Is she still struggling, does anyone have some rope, can we tie her still before we move on. Then at least we might carry her forward."
"Bugger rope!" Exclaims Suny and proceeds to pull Mishael's clothing into such a state as she can't move, regardless of the other woman's modesty.
"There, that be the best use I ever did see o' all th' fabrics and stuffs people do seem to want to wear." She nods satisfied with her handy work.
(^_^)
"Maybe we counter it with another enchantment effect." With that "Artued" casts charm person on Mishael.