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While Grak's eyes gazed back at him, he could see the fear erupt from his lover's eyes. Her voice echoed with a note of fear, "I...I think it is not safe for me to stay here. Please take care of 'Lis and I will talk with you again soon. I...I love you." Grak then planted his tongue up on Arion's face in a gesture of affection before he sees Grak's pupils transform from Lureene's dark-blue irises to the more familiar sky-blue hue of Grak.
The eidolon nodded in reply, as Lureene recalled the encounter with the priestess back on the island Shiv. As Alis finished her thoughts she recalled the details of the Tower in her dreams. "Yes, while it could not be Yarzoth who is trapped, but the one she serves. As for the serpents, yes there were multitudes of those serpents I saw...and Mother did have one as well. What I don't understand is WHY one would allow itself to be trapped in the flask. All outsiders I know value their freedom greatly."
Grak's face contorted in surprise as Arion delivered his chilling report. The serpent was silent for a moment before Lureene's voiced emerged, "A serpent? In the Flask? Lis! THe Shiv...could it be...the one trapped is Yarzoth?" The last barely a whisper.
Grak looked up at the Princess with a thoughtful look on his face. The voice coming from his lips was Lureene's however still. "The only reason I can think of is the Iron Flask was created to trap ME inside it. Certainly Mother knew you and I are quite close, therefore she probably believed you could unknowingly trap me inside of it."
If a serpent could pale (normally an impossibility due to the cold blood running through its veins), then Grak would have paled to the color of ash. Nearly crashing to the ground, Grak managed to land safely, if not elegantly. Lureene who currently shared her essence with her faithful serpent companion, stared at the flask trying to recall what she knew of True Name glyphs. While she knew all outsiders had one in theory, she was unsure of her own true name. Of course considering who her Mother was, that was certainly understandable. "Wait, 'Lis you said a contingency to OPEN the flask as well? I always understood the flask can only hold one being inside at a time. Is there something imprisoned in there?" Rolls:
Lureene laid down on the plush mattress and cleared her mind, concentrating on every exacting detail of her faithful eidolon. Once his image is fixed in her mind she allowed her senses to flow into his body and joining with his own spirit. Truly, she had never felt such an intimate connection with him before. While she wanted to more fully explore this connection, she knew time was short here. As the princess and Arion discuss what they discovered, they both hear Lureene's voice coming from behind them. As they turn to see how the succubus managed to transfer herself into the vault, all they see is Grak still hovering silently behind them. "'Lis, Arion? It's me Lureene. Grak told me you had found something that is dangerous to me?"
...only to reappear next to his mistress, wings beating ready to defend her from the unwanted advances of the self-styled Lord. He glared at the corpulent man while hissing a warning. "Sssstay away from my misssstressss!"
Grak looked at the elf who his mistress has grown quite fond of. Not wanting to disappoint him or by extension her, he slowly hissed a reply. "Yessss, I remember. The fallen angel ssssaid 'Ccccenturiessss of toil ruined for the likessss of you... Well played, Avoreen.' before she wassss banisssshed."
Grak was silent as he digested the information presented by Alis. While he was no idiot the otherworldly serpent was quite unused to thinking on his own. Still one piece of information he recalled came to mind. "Yessss Alissss. I remember the Angel of Death saying Avoreen before she wassss banished." He flies closer to the Princess and his blue eyes meet her purple ones. "The Coil sssseeek a puppet, right?"
Grak who had been listening to the Princess tried to follow along as best he could. Of course knowing everything his mistress knew did not always lead to understanding. "Grak doessss not undersssstand. if Sssshivone wassss going to control the Princessss, then why try to kill herrrr?" The serpent hissed questioningly.
Grak stepped forward on the unspoken command of his mistress to strike him down before he could either cast a spell or retrieve the magical bottle. Once again his claws and wings arced forward to strike the man. Rolls:
Grak was not the smartest being out there but there was one thing he DID know; an invisible spellcaster is nothing but trouble. With that thought in his mind, he did not hesitate in pressing the attack, becoming a whirl of claws and wings. Rolls:
Grak, surprised by the sudden yell by Sasha, lashed out to strike the invisible mage snapping at the empty air! Rolls:
Grak nodded in reply to the man's words though in actuality he was nodding in response to his mistress' command. But how best to help her? He eyes the strange bottle the dark man was holding and, feeling a sense of danger, prepared to launch himself in a desperate bid to jar the bottle loose. Sasha's wink stopped him for a brief second. Seeing her plans to tackle the man in her green eyes caused Grak to alter his actions slightly. Hissing loudly to draw the Dafari man's attention to himself, he snaked towards him feinting a move at the hand holding the bottle before whipping his neck out to help distract him further. Rolls:
Even as Lureene cried out verbally about Sasha's predicament (thus proving Amhranai wrong), her thought echoed in Grak's mind, fueled by fear and anger: "Protect Sash...at ALL COSTS! The serpent could feel in his mistress' thoughts while the Princess had wished the man be taken alive, she would shed few tears if he was killed during the boarding action. His orders clear, Grak angled his body and flew back into the cargo bay, his size growing as his mistress invoked the Tower ritual and aimed straight for the hostile spellcaster, but his overanxiousness caused him to miss badly! Still he was able to prevent the man from finishing off Sasha.
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Grak paused for a moment as he telepathically questioned his mistress for additional instructions. Once they have been received, he flicked his long tongue over Sasha's hand to get her attention. As the redhead leaned closer Grak hissed as softly as he could so as to prevent anyone else from hearing him. "Misssstress says to look at crate. I will sssseek out our prey." Once Sasha has acknowledged him, he crawled silently towards the bow of the ship, tongue flicking in and out searching for their quarry.
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As Grak relayed the information he discovered (which admittedly was not much) he paused awaiting the telepathic reply. Once he had received his instructions, he exited the cabin slithering silently on the cabin roof and down the outside wall and slid into the cargo hold. Rolls:
"Yessss, Sasshha." Grak hissed softly in reply and escorted the invisible redhead to the ship. Once there, he looked for an open cabin window to peer inside.
As Arion consulted with Sasha, Grak flew over next to them and silently hovered near them. He hissed softly to them, "Misssstressss says she issss ready when you are, Sssashhha."
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Grak shakes his head silently at the histrionics shown by both Arvoreen and her foes. He realized he still had the spell charged in his body so he once again attempts to touch the demoness, trying to slow her down further. Rolls:
"With pleassssure, Misssstressss..." Grak circles around the battlefield ending up on the opposite side of Darvesch. He snakes his neck out to follow his Mistress' command. Rolls:
"NOW, Grak! Help Arion!" As the telepathic command reaches Grak, he does not hesitate, launching himself at his mistress' progenitor. As he flies bythe archway his sinuous neck lashes out against Arvoreen's backside! Rolls:
Grak Level up +1 Natural armor (familiar)
Grak nods briefly in response to Malinda's assistance. Not having a sharp edge meant the task took longer than he would have liked. Seeing his mistress fly off towards where the fallen angel fell to, he immediately flies off after her, easily catching up to her.
Grak takes off like an arrow, not upwards, but to the boulder where the elven boy still watched wide-eyed. "Sssstay sssstilll..."
Grak continues his assault, trying to keep the feelings of anguish emanating from his mistress from distracting him. Actions/Rolls:
Grak on the unspoken command from his mistress flies down and presses the attack against the beast man... Actions/Rolls:
As Grak watches the blade strike Alis down, his empathic link between himself and his mistress is momentarily overwhelmed with feelings of shock, dismay, and horror. As the other members of the party rush O'beilumanji trying to surround him, one thought enters Grak's conscious being via his link between Lureene and himself.
As the ancient ritual takes hold of the serpent's body, it elongates and grows thicker, electrical arcs traveling along its golden scales. He eyes O'beilumanji coldly then he swoops down on the dark skinned monster, teeth glistening in the sunlight!
Grak waits obediently as the group continues their investigation. Once the Princess has given her okay, Lureene chants her spell and Grak fades from view. He then flies/climbs up the wall trying to get a peek of the parapet area. Rolls:
When Lureene realizes her dispel has failed, she looks to Grak who hears the unspoken command. He flies like an arrow straight to the Princess! "Misssstressss says mage has cast spell on Lily...move her away from himmmm!"
"This issss very brave of you, Gelik. I will let my misssstressss know of thissss." Grak hisses as he picks up the items and returns to right behind the Major.
Lureene glances behind her and notices Gelik...Gel? I thought he was hiding? Oh my... waving the Major's sword and mask. She glances back to Grak who wastes no time to follow his mistress' instructions. He spins around and flies directly at Gelik and once he arrives in front of the plucky gnome hisses, "Give me thosssse."
Grak gives the mage a warning hiss as he disengages from the mage, flying above his mistress and watching the Brute closely.
Grak hears the command of his mistress and even as he grows in size, launches himself directly at the mage! Rolls:
Grak had been watching the helmsman closely, making sure he did not do anything hostile. When Isaac raises his question, he hisses in response to Isaac "Yessss, I will watch over Alissss handsssome one, go then."
Grak hisses in displeasure as the ship lists hard a starboard. As the ship rights itself, Grak cocks his head to one side for a moment, then turns to Alis and Isaac. "Misssstressss wisssshes to apologizzzze for that. She says the large Brute hassss been taken care of however."
Once the cage door has been broken, Grak hurriedly slithers over to the Princess, hissing softly "Princesss, mistresss says the red robed man is controlling the weather and bad stormsss is coming."
Grak hisses, "You are welcome, handsssome one. I will help you again..."
Grak pays no attention to the idle chatter between the two ladies, instead looking at the bars separating the handsome elf from the others. Shaking his serpentine head slightly he slithers up to the bars and hisses softly to Isaac, "I will help you essscape."
Grak, easily smelling the Princess, hisses softly in response to the young elf girl. "Nooo...itsss Princessss Alissss, my missstresss' bossss."
Grak allows his mistress to take control of his senses, even as he slithers between the bars effortlessly. He flies down next to the half-elven noble and whispers in his ears.... "Sssir Elf, I am ssspeaking to you from my familiar. My name is Lady Lureene and we are here to free you! Grak will assssist you...I must go now..."
Grak nods in acquiescence to the Princess' request and timing the movement of the ship so as not to get splashed by the sea swell launches himself back into the air, circling around to the aft of the ship, looking for a place to land unobserved.
Grak catches the movement of the Princess and correctly guesses her intention. Beings such as himself were built for stealth and it was only natural for him to continue to exercise those instincts. He flies next to the Princees before landing on the side of the hull, his sharp claws digging a foothold in the sea soaked wood.
Grak on a silent signal from his mistress waits for Sasha tro make her move.
Grak shakes his head slightly wondering what his mistress sees in the red-haired lady. He then charges her once again.
Grak nods his head in appreciation, then takes off like a bullet towards Sasha!
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