Post by lloyd on Jun 25, 2015 16:54:02 GMT -5
As eldritch energies coursed through him while he stood poised to unleash them upon the creatures emerging from the woods, Bilkin took stock of the situation.
Hmm, I don't know more than half these people... This was a haphazard venture, even for us.
Merick, the soldier seeming to fade in and out of a dream that never ended, was now standing with his weapon drawn, eyes steady on the target. When will he fall into another delusion? So far they haven't been particularly harmful, merely alarming. Likely how Blank first saw my outbursts. As he thought of her, his eyes darted over in her direction. She stood low, a crossbow ready to fire at the slightest sudden motion. She looked composed. She's probably absolutely livid inside for allowing herself to join yet another mad dash. Mirth briefly crossed his mind, and he looked behind for a moment, making sure Prixan and Jowin were still there. Jowin seemed to be quite affected by his near-disappearance into the undergrowth, eyes glazed, but Bilkin couldn't quite dismiss the spry warrior yet. The liveliest ones burn the hottest, and the shortest, it seems... Prixan seemed quite unabashed by the situation, but that may have been due to his reptilian visage, a mask of pride and primordial strength. Outweighed only by the poor fellow's digestive problems. His eyes scanned for Tecuani and Dralban out of habit, and a pang of sorrow shot through his chest. They can still return... There is still hope. Maybe if we dispose of this forest's traps and beasts, we will weaken its hold on our companions. Yes, this must be it.
This is it, he thought. This is the party. This is who my life depends on right now. He couldn't help but let out a guffaw, and then snapped his mouth shut. Blank will get pretty upset if I start laughing now. He considered his collection of spells, gotten from his slow but sure progress through the Journal's mad ravings. Hmm, it seems most of my destructive potential lies in my simplest spells... The rest is remarkably useless in situations like this. Prixan mentioned Thunderwave and Ray of Frost... that can't be all he has at his disposal, surely? How did he defend his cart (Cart! We have a CART now!)? I would be willing to bet the fellow has a trick or two up his sleeve he hasn't shown yet. And Merick... The man is a soldier of Mylone! Their soldiers all practice magic. His eyebrows moved up, the corners of his mouth moved down. We have quite a bit of magic at our disposal, for once. We may even stand a chance... yes! Merick even said something about disbelieving the illusions, he's literate in the arcane! A giddiness welled up in Bilkin, and the electric green arcs jumping from finger to finger as Shocking Grasp rested on the tip of his tongue to cast jumped quicker and shone brighter.
The white noise in his mind momentarily muted, the whispers fading into the back, and he felt a looming, incomprehensible enormity fill his mind. A sonorous undertone pulsed in its own sort of rhythm, and then something less of a voice and more of an intent to convey resounded in his mind, and Bilkin got the chilling feeling that had His actual voice rang in his head, there wouldn't be much more than a jelly inside his skull afterwards.
DON'T BE SO PRESUMPTUOUS, IT COULD STILL DEVOUR YOU
While you're being direct and lucid, could you tell me what exactly "it" is? Is it like you?
FOOL, YOU'VE ONLY INTRIGUED IT IN YOUR SILLY ATTEMPT TO SCARE IT
In case you haven't noticed, I'm in direct danger here, I had to do something...
WHAT IS THAT? THAT ROUND ORANGE FRUIT AS BIG AS YOUR HEAD? YOU'RE THINKING OF IT. FIND ONE FOR ME.
The presence left and the whispers came back, and he realized he had almost blacked out while standing there. He inhaled sharply to clear his head a little more, and went back to full alertness.
I'm not even really sure who's insane anymore...
Hmm, I don't know more than half these people... This was a haphazard venture, even for us.
Merick, the soldier seeming to fade in and out of a dream that never ended, was now standing with his weapon drawn, eyes steady on the target. When will he fall into another delusion? So far they haven't been particularly harmful, merely alarming. Likely how Blank first saw my outbursts. As he thought of her, his eyes darted over in her direction. She stood low, a crossbow ready to fire at the slightest sudden motion. She looked composed. She's probably absolutely livid inside for allowing herself to join yet another mad dash. Mirth briefly crossed his mind, and he looked behind for a moment, making sure Prixan and Jowin were still there. Jowin seemed to be quite affected by his near-disappearance into the undergrowth, eyes glazed, but Bilkin couldn't quite dismiss the spry warrior yet. The liveliest ones burn the hottest, and the shortest, it seems... Prixan seemed quite unabashed by the situation, but that may have been due to his reptilian visage, a mask of pride and primordial strength. Outweighed only by the poor fellow's digestive problems. His eyes scanned for Tecuani and Dralban out of habit, and a pang of sorrow shot through his chest. They can still return... There is still hope. Maybe if we dispose of this forest's traps and beasts, we will weaken its hold on our companions. Yes, this must be it.
This is it, he thought. This is the party. This is who my life depends on right now. He couldn't help but let out a guffaw, and then snapped his mouth shut. Blank will get pretty upset if I start laughing now. He considered his collection of spells, gotten from his slow but sure progress through the Journal's mad ravings. Hmm, it seems most of my destructive potential lies in my simplest spells... The rest is remarkably useless in situations like this. Prixan mentioned Thunderwave and Ray of Frost... that can't be all he has at his disposal, surely? How did he defend his cart (Cart! We have a CART now!)? I would be willing to bet the fellow has a trick or two up his sleeve he hasn't shown yet. And Merick... The man is a soldier of Mylone! Their soldiers all practice magic. His eyebrows moved up, the corners of his mouth moved down. We have quite a bit of magic at our disposal, for once. We may even stand a chance... yes! Merick even said something about disbelieving the illusions, he's literate in the arcane! A giddiness welled up in Bilkin, and the electric green arcs jumping from finger to finger as Shocking Grasp rested on the tip of his tongue to cast jumped quicker and shone brighter.
The white noise in his mind momentarily muted, the whispers fading into the back, and he felt a looming, incomprehensible enormity fill his mind. A sonorous undertone pulsed in its own sort of rhythm, and then something less of a voice and more of an intent to convey resounded in his mind, and Bilkin got the chilling feeling that had His actual voice rang in his head, there wouldn't be much more than a jelly inside his skull afterwards.
DON'T BE SO PRESUMPTUOUS, IT COULD STILL DEVOUR YOU
While you're being direct and lucid, could you tell me what exactly "it" is? Is it like you?
FOOL, YOU'VE ONLY INTRIGUED IT IN YOUR SILLY ATTEMPT TO SCARE IT
In case you haven't noticed, I'm in direct danger here, I had to do something...
WHAT IS THAT? THAT ROUND ORANGE FRUIT AS BIG AS YOUR HEAD? YOU'RE THINKING OF IT. FIND ONE FOR ME.
The presence left and the whispers came back, and he realized he had almost blacked out while standing there. He inhaled sharply to clear his head a little more, and went back to full alertness.
I'm not even really sure who's insane anymore...