"Ow, Alissa, that really hurt. That you would try to harm me, that is."
*makes a triple salto into the air above Alissa*
Acrobatics:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
*resumes cube form, smashing down on Alissa with all her tons of cubeness and paralyzing goo. With a 10' x 10' hit area, missing is not going to be a problem*
Calls upon the enhanced sense of his dragon ancestors to divine magic and illusion.
Looks over everyone in the party amd the undead in the room.
Okay JR, what do I see.
Apparently in an attempt to sow dissent among the great heroes, someone or something has tried to take over your leader. However due to a wellspring of inner willpower that she has never tapped before, she overcomes the possession and seemily is herself again.
Except of course she has a new red hat and green skin.
"It's not all bad. Look at me."*takes off mask, revealing horrifying visage* "And unlike most jerks, I know it's what's inside that counts. Especially when performing autopsies on undead for magical reagents."
Strange memories flood your mind, You dimly remember the party being attacked and then to your horror you realized that it was you attacking the party. The bloodlust singing in your veins as you looked down upon yourself covered in blood, jelly and orc tongue.
You distinctly remember a female voice in your head telling you to protect yourself against these interlopers....and then there was a terrible pain as if your soul was in a tug of war match.
Next thing you remember you are standing in front of your compatriots, but they are eyeing you warily.
DM:
Nesod and Alissa in 8
During this entire bizzare scene, the "spooks" seem content to pluck their violins