Ugoxyl’glek's page

Professor Lenox sends his regrets as to not posting. He had missed some of the later posts and not responded. I am handling his insolence within the silent screams of the darkness between the stars. When I am through with him, he will be returned for posting this evening.

"ចង់​មាន​អារម្មណ៍​ស្អាត​ផង​ដែរ​!"

- 'Aboleths like to feel pretty too!"

The creature's flesh hisses at the slashes of the elven siblings, writhing in a pain it'd not known since his meat-father had imprisoned him in the apparatus.

"Ugoxyl'glek only sought out home, a voice a true voice a calling... I am...I was called..."

And with that, the creature breathes its last. Somehow, Zandra feels the absence of the presence...as though being in a library and watching one of its most ancient tomes burned to ashes.

As the creature dies, the machinery whooshes and whisps and coughs to a halt. The room is extraordinarily quiet.

Zandra 16
Ugoxyl’glek 15
Karthan 11
Fir'umil 10
Mal'undil 10
Sacerdos 7

Turn 15

The creature recoils into its bonds, flesh quivering in pain and surprise and the boiling rage beneath it. Its eyes flare wide, mouths opening and that keening sound becomes a ear-shattering shriek of focused energy.

"Why does the fleshlings attack I?!?! I see into the depths and return with the EMPTY!!!!" The creature hurls its will upon Zandra as her sword cuts deep into its body.

Ugoxyl'glek casts Ear-Piercing Scream
Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) = 7
Zandra Dazed for 1 Round
Fortitude Save DC 16: For half damage and to avoid Daze

Zandra still gest the benefit of the +5 & +2 on the save. Roll your saves.

Karthan's Up!! Nauseated for 1 more round

"Called. Called from the Empty. Given new things...delectable things...have you consumed the heart of jembalang?"

The image passes along of a small figure, large head and red eyes and long floppy ears. A goblin to be sure.

"They squirm and turn and call and call and it delights me so...such new things...delectable things...my meat-father called me with new things to awaken me...to call me from the Empty...too long had I dwelt in stillness."

There is a pause, and deep rumbling stirs within the creature, sending reverberations along the preternatural threads connecting all the minds before him. "I desire, my meat-father has given me desire. I seek, I shall find...bring before me...something delectable."

Will Save All 15: Failure means nausea and a deep depression rests upon your heart. Success means no nausea, but the ghostly hum of a vast chasm echoes in your mind. It calls to all in the room, beckoning them forward. Akin to the gentle repose of someone about to die of exposure. To give in to the chasm is preferable to what could be outside...but you resist.

You get a +5 for the sword (Zandra), and all in the room get a +2 from Fir'umil's spell.

Zandra: With your save, you can tell the reaction of your will was natural...like your body automatically attempting to tread water in a storm. In short, the creature did not attack you actively, you just resisted a passive feeling of having his attention focused on you.

"I exist, that is my purpose." Within the mass of rubbery, gelatinous flesh of the beast, a deep rumble mixes with the same whining sound of the beast. "Will you tell him where I have gone? Where have I gone...? Gone...gone...to never dwell in the Emptiness...to never see the mists float along the nascent echo..."

There is an aching sadness in its tone.

"Black...there is no color in the vast Empty, fleshling." The creature's body undulates, pressing briefly against its bonds. The motion elicits whispers and whirs from the machinery, globules of dark, green ichor race along the discolored tubing coming from its body and loping to the brass vat next to the machine.

Ugoxyl'glek groans and keens as more of him is taken. "I do not talk to him, because he is not here. He gives me the other... Three of his eyes drift to the body on the floor. "He is of my father's blood, but he is not my father. His mind is small, does not nourish. Foolish. I speak his answers no more, he asks short-span questions."

Then something occurs to it, and Ugoxyl'glek turns its attention back to Zandra. "What is the length of your mother's little toe?"

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Zandra will need a will save, DC 12. If she fails, she begins to feel nauseous. If you have your hand on your sword hilt, you get a bonus +5.

The creature's mass writhes in time to the gears and steam and fluids that crank and flow within the apparatus holding it in place. A few of the clouded, pink eyes turn towards what determines is a female in the group.

"Tell me, what is the color of your exquisite agony?" It sends its question to all of the shadowed figures in its presence, but is focused on the female.

They always have higher thresholds.

"The vastness, it welcomes, it embraces..."

"Why did the gods create the five umbilicals of the Apocalypse that rise toward the struggling light to reveal the sins revealed only to those who enter the great tapestry?" the subdued creature asks, his mind-voice awash in agony.

"Is it you, Loving Meat-Father, have you come to feed loyal Ugoxyl’glek? You have been quiet for so long."

When Karthan's ready to read the captain's journal, I posted it in the Campaign Info tab at the bottom.

Aren't I waiting for a post from you??