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Without anyone to fight, Külə turns towards Ary and Hinagiku and wordlessly begins charging towards them. Just as he reaches the two, his body seems to melt away into white light, and he passes through them, coming to a stop afterwards and turning to face them again, before his form returns to normal.
Külə turns towards the babau engaging Ehren and presses the attack against it, rearing to clobber it with his hooves and then bringing his horn down from above to attempt to gore him.
Külə turns his attention to the Cultist by him, looking to bring him down to give Anevia some breathing space. While the Babau could still teleport next to her, they were cowardly and unlikely to charge headlong into a confrontation with him as well. Lunging at the wounded cultist, his head down, he aims squarely for his chest, knowing even if he failed to puncture the armor, the blow could still leave him incapacitated.
Unlike the ineffectual punches of his human form, Külə's partially regrown horn posed a serious threat to those around him who let their guard down. Needless to say, he quickly takes advantage of opening presented by the cultist standing up next to him to gore his flank.
With a gaggle of new cultists filling the room, Külə decides to wade into the thick of it. Moving around the confused magus, he finally finds a spot large enough for his equine form and dismisses his alter self. Before the cultists know it, what was a naked, scarred elf, is now a unicorn in resplendent armor, gleaming in iridescent hues. Decidedly less morose than he once was, and unconcerned with possibly draining his allies, he holds his head high as he prepares to battle the worshipers of Baphomet.
The bladebound's weapon broken, Külə moves up alongside Ehren and proceeds to backhand the cultist, unconcerned about hitting her metal armor with his hand.
Unwilling to risk direct combat in his elven form, Külə moves up behind Ehren and heals some of the wounds he had just received.
Concerned about Ary's wounds, Külə attempts again to close some of them, this time his innate magical ability to heal succeeding in overwhelming the curse.
Külə steps out from around the corner as Ary returns, clearly severely wounded. Reaching out, he places a hand on her shoulder and channels healing energy into the grievous wounds that had been dealt to her.
Moving through the wall behind the others, the dour unicorn's suspicions are immediately confirmed. Not wasting any further time hoping to be able to remain in his native form, he makes use of the magic he had learned while in heaven to change his form to that of a, tall, muscular elf whose body is blanketed in scars and welts like his own. Unfortunately for the rest of the group, that elven form doesn't include clothing, something that tended to draw complaints from everyone around him, which he found ironic given that no one ever complained when about him running around without clothes the other 99% of the time.
Looking at the cave ahead, Külə sighs. "Going outside she said... open plains she said..." He stares at the cave entrance and begins moving forward tentatively. Once inside he looks towards the wall the others were walking through and resigns himself to the fact that he will likely need to alter his shape to move freely as they head deeper in. "Why even bother donning this armor if I have to take humanoid form," he grouses silently. Holding out hope that he can avoid changing form, he decides to wait for the others to head in before attempting to move any further. Instead, he takes a moment to protect himself with sanctuary, something that would be quite useful if he had to give up the protection of the Puluran barding and his own thick hide.
Külə steps back again, visibly trembling.
Külə continues to stumble backwards, overwhelmed by memories of the nightmare he'd lived.
Külə continues to back away, memories of Hormond returning unbidden.
Clearly disturbed by the presence of the ooze, Külə begins to step backwards away from it, his eyes fixated on the black mass. "Yox, get ..." he mutters under his breath. Instinctively, he invokes sanctuary as he withdraws to the rear of the group. Sylvan:
"No, go away..."
Like Isilme, Külə had spent his time in the library seeking information on magic. The Library had helpfully provided a Cassisian which had already looked through the books he had been referred to, thus saving him the hassle of attempting to handle the books himself. At Isilme's urging, he had looked into how to alter his own form as she did, and surprisingly enough had found a tale of one of his kind who had fled an abyssal bull by taking the form of a human. Digging further into the story, Külə had come to understand how to accomplish the trick himself. Though he wasn't entirely keen on changing shape--he had no desire to be anything besides himself--he did desire to not be trotting precariously across branches. While his kind oversaw forest, they generally made it a point to stay out of trees... even absurdly large ones. In order to lessen the possibility of breaking a branch or otherwise falling off, and certainly not trusting Heaven in general, and this tainted version even less so, he decides to try out the magic for the first time. Drawing upon his divine magic, he tries to quietly cast the spell. As he does, his form begins to shrink, and moments later a drow male--quite naked except for a strange pair of goggles on his head--stands where the unicorn had been. His new form, unfortunately, still bears the scars and marks of his curse, something he had hoped the magic might avoid if only for the temporary relief from the constant pain.
Külə hangs back in the corner, averting his gaze from where Ary and the others were trying to finish off Skulgrym. Seeing Anevia still overwhelmed by the pattern spell, he reaches out and nudges her with his muzzle to try and wake her up.
Feeling his life force ebbing, Külə backs away from the Nabasu, unsure of whether he could survive being drained again. Once out of line of sight, he attempts too heal himself.
Külə begins to step forward to rescue Anevia when the multi-colored waves of light wash over him through the fog. He struggles against it, trying to maintain his focus.
Xanderghul fails SR check vs Külə:
Külə overcomes the spell and grabs Anevia, yanking her out of the way in much the same way he had rushed to Isilme's rescue against the demon she'd provoked. Throwing her back against the wall with the crypts he steps forward, interposing himself between her and the Nabasu. Now he would find out what, exactly, this ridiculous armor was worth.
Xanderghul succeeds at SR Check: Overwhelmed by the light, Külə finds himself unable to act at all.
Külə similarly is only weakly affected by the wave of negative energy.
Külə touches the kitsune once more, this time channeling a heal to supplement Isilme's. He then steps back out of the way to avoid pinning Val were fighting to start.
Kule steps forward, squeezing between Val and the wall. Summoning his magic again, he grants Hinagiku, Isilme and himself the ability to see through the fog as well.
Külə is relieved to see Isilme freed with Ary's help, he nods briefly in her direction before turning to begin casting. Waving the stump of his horn in a circle once, fog starts to billow out from beneath him, rapidly filling the room to the ceiling.
Külə moves into the room, squeezing past Anevia and Ary. "Get near me," he says, looking back at Anevia. Invoking the same magic he'd used against the nightmares, he blesses Anevia, Ary, Val and Xanderghul with the ability to see through fog and smoke.
Külə for his part merely continues working his way down the circular staircase, uncomfortable with the tight passage. As Ehren and Xanderghul work their way by him, he holds still, waiting to continue. When he sees the doors ahead at the end of the staircase, he breathes a sigh of relief.
Laying on the ground, Külə keens his ears for any sign the fighting had ended without bothering to raise his head.
Not having anything better to do, Külə sits down with an audible sigh on the road to wait on the others to finish.
Külə uses his spell to alleviate some of Lann's suffering, tapping him on the shoulder gently with his horn.
The scarred unicorn moves around the corner as he hears Lann crying out in pain. "Over to me, Lann," Külə says dourly. Though he wasn't certain what the curses Ary had mentioned might entail, he could watch over him in the mean time.
There was little Külə could do in the narrow streets of the fort with everyone crowded in one area. Sighing, he resigns himself to waiting of him to be needed.
Külə looks around, attempting to figure out how to get in to join the melee. Finally he snorts, exasperated by the crowd around the she-troll and the walls preventing him from finding an alternate path around to help.
Külə rears back his head and emits a keening wail filled with derision and spite for the creatures around him. Unlike the wail he'd unleashed at the battle of Silvershore, however, this one seems to wash over the group without any ill effect.
Külə for his part chooses to follow Isilme's lead, raising his horn perpendicular to the ground. Moments after Isilme's energy closes some of their wounds, a second wave of energy--this one white-gold in color--washes over the group, further augmenting the healing.
Unwilling to allow himself to be bested by such a vile creature, and somewhat pleased to hear that Isilme had awoken finally, the unicorn sets himself to finishing things. Külə smashes into the Cauchemar horn first, taking advantage of its inability to move. He then slashes at it with the horn a second time as he swings around and kicks at the creature with both rear legs simultaneously.
Külə delays briefly after the first of the nightmares falls, noticing that Xanderghul was preparing to cast a spell. As soon as the wizard finishes casting, he presses forward into the room. With the hag trapped between the aqueous orb, Hinagiku and himself, there was little chance of her escaping. Still, he focuses on bringing down the next of the cauchemars.
Stepping around the corner Külə rears back, kicking at the nightmare before gouging it with his still-growing horn.
Hearing the call, Külə rouses himself and moves in only to find a complete mess inside the temple. Of course things couldn't be simple. They never were. He would try to explain this to them, but they didn't listen anyway, so all he could do was help drive off the horrid creatures.
Külə turns around and walks over to the wounded half-elf, looking at him closely. His wounds were extensive, but beyond that he seemed to have been drained of his vitality. Clearly if he wasn't healed up soon, he would have to be carried. That, in turn, sounded like something that would fall to Külə, so fixing him up seemed a less troublesome choice. Kneeling down Külə touches his half-grown horn to his chest and draws upon the magic he had to restore some of the life force that had been taken from him by the undead. He then closes some more of the man's wounds directly. Standing back up, he moves over to Valaria, repeating the process to restore her vitality, and then using his channel to heal everyone up further.
Unfazed by the swarm shaking off the first channel, the unicorn merely repeats the action, sending another wave of energy cascading through the Drocha.
Simply nodding at Isilme's request, the dour unicorn moves to in front of the others and lifts his horn high. Moments later it glows with a brilliant light and a wave of energy washes over the surrounding terrain, threatening to tear the Drocha from this world.
Kule is updated (in theory). I imagine I missed something :p
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