and if we say no, God? What then?
"If you are a god, why would you need any of us? I know I have no need of you. You gods are no more than high powered princesses, begging for attention, so others can do for you what you should be doing for your selves. I give myself to no one, and no one has dominion over me without it being against my will. I have no room for gods, as they could care less for me if I am not satisfying their demands." Angelica responds, her words dripping with anger.
Vhailor cocks his head to the side and observes.
Nodding at Safracs logic but still shocked at how quickly the half orc jumped at the chance to let this god inhabit her Syndir thought long and hard about how he almost made the same offer...ssslither and plot...i already made a rash decision today...the ssserpent lies in wait...
Skender listens to the woman's rant with interest, but otherwise remains silent.
Dont let go of the self Safrac or you could be lost forever
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"I am pleased, my dear."
With a talon-like finger, the being traces a red line across Safrac's right palm. It then makes a similar line across its right palm. Safrac and the being pressed their wounded palms together. Then the being starts to recite a litany of blasphemous words in a tongue long dead when the world was still yet to be formed.
The rest of you cover your ears. The sheer evil of the words slam your souls with the force of hammer the size of the moon.
Then darkness overtakes all of your sight.
Dark and Empty! Are you still with us Safrac?
...Ah such delicious smells...she'll bear watching for awhile...
Syndir starts to search the corpses for anything useful.
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Angelica scoffs "Well, congratulations Safrac, you have now successfully become the puppet of a being who concerns themselves little to none about your well-being or survival. Except if it provides for their own ends, you are nothing more than a figurehead." she adds with a smirk "I'll try not to assume that your opinion is not always your own, or take half of what you believe with a grain of salt."
Mindless sheep of gods, why do so many buy into their lies? To think I had lived that lie for so long. I am relieved to have finally seen through the deception.
Sa'Ryn skulks in the shadows watching the god-thing and basks in the evil words as the power flows through the room.
The smell of fresh blood is almost too much for him...hopefully hunger wont persist...the Wyrm is no carrion eater...eat what you ssslay...
Looks like we're done in here. Lets keep moving.
Sa'Ryn stays in the shadows as the others leave the second cell block, then silently follows along after curiously watching the god-inhabited female.
Spellcraft:
Vhailor follows towards the back, not saying anthing further.
Skender continues along, moving slowly and quietly, alert for danger.
Angelica continues to stay at the back of the group, keeping a wary eye on the newly god-infused half-orc.
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Ill stay up front with Skender ready to move against anything that tries to slow us down.
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Though it is the first time that you have all worked together, to the unbiased observer, you all work well. Your scouts range ahead through the shadows but not far enough that the rest of you cannot intercede in time.
The corridor turns to the the left and downward after you have walked some time.
After a few moments, you see what appears to be the opening to another cellblock. No sounds of violence is apparent from your position.
If possible, Vhailor reaches out with his tentacle to grasp a torch and hold it aloft his head for light.
Sa'Ryn continues to follow the others staying in the shadows and creeping along. As they arrive at the next cell block he is alert for danger.
Knowing the torch wouldnt allow him to have both hands free Syndir passes on carrying a torch for now. Passing through the entrance to the apparently quiet cellblock he moves to the left inside the door and checks for enemies.
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Skender watches the bald man enter into the room. He looks around the corner into the room to see what first impressions he gathers while staying hidden.
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Those entering the cellblock are surprised to find that most of the occupants have left, save for one figure standing still in one corner. The figure does not utter any sound nor make any movement.
For Syndir
For Safrac
Those outside the cellblock, hearing the rapid pounding of metal shod feet. You have but a moment to decide what to do.
Vhailor transfers the torch from tentacle to hand and makes sure he isn't standing in the front row.
Looks like everyone split when they had the chance. I count 10 sets of footprints leading out but cant tell how long ago.
"Running around like scared rabbits? Speak for yourself Puppet, that is, if your master lets you." Angelica responds snidely. "I have all the weapons I need right here." She flexes her fingers, topped by sharpened nails, and then points to her brain.
"Speaking of, I have a fun little idea. You all go in the room, I am going to feign surrender... just until they all get close enough." Angelica takes a knee, extending her hands in the air, and focuses her detect good in the direction that the sounds of footsteps are coming from.
As wish my lady
Syndir moves as far away as possible with the time remaining somehow forgetting the figure in the corner.