Fragsie
Explorer
Cheysuli Sage
[sblock=Malanore]Although Shayla isn't in the conv right now, she is in the building, and that freaky voice almost certainly would have caught her attention, you are the party cleric after all![/sblock]
When Patronis goes stiff beside her and that hideous voice issues from his rigid throat, Cheysuli lets out a horrified shriek and throws herself to the floor; away from the other warlock. All of the hairs on her body stand up in alarm, and the room seems detatched from all that is natural. An unknown scent reaches her nose; filling her mind with images of destruction and flames, her eyes sting and streams of tears flow down her face.
Although scared for herself, Chey is more concerned for her new friend; his body taken over by some malignant creature, determined to save him in some way. She listens; as intently as she can manage, to what the demonic voice says, all the while trying to sense any arcane power and racking her memory for any tales of similar possesions, or perhaps a clue as to who the speaker is.
[sblock=Skills]
Knowledge of possesions, and possibly which demon is speaking:
Arcana 1d20+8 =19, History 1d20+3 =15, Insight 1d20+6 =7, Religion 1d20+3 =18
to detect magic at work:
Arcana (1d20+8=14)[/sblock]
When Patronis returns to himself and his body relaxes, an overwhelming feeling of relief floods through Cheysuli's body. She leaps up from the floor and folds Patronis in a great hug, for the moment oblivious to his aversion to touch. "It's gone now, whatever it was... Are you hurt? Do you know what happened?"
[sblock=Malanore]Although Shayla isn't in the conv right now, she is in the building, and that freaky voice almost certainly would have caught her attention, you are the party cleric after all![/sblock]
When Patronis goes stiff beside her and that hideous voice issues from his rigid throat, Cheysuli lets out a horrified shriek and throws herself to the floor; away from the other warlock. All of the hairs on her body stand up in alarm, and the room seems detatched from all that is natural. An unknown scent reaches her nose; filling her mind with images of destruction and flames, her eyes sting and streams of tears flow down her face.
Although scared for herself, Chey is more concerned for her new friend; his body taken over by some malignant creature, determined to save him in some way. She listens; as intently as she can manage, to what the demonic voice says, all the while trying to sense any arcane power and racking her memory for any tales of similar possesions, or perhaps a clue as to who the speaker is.
[sblock=Skills]
Knowledge of possesions, and possibly which demon is speaking:
Arcana 1d20+8 =19, History 1d20+3 =15, Insight 1d20+6 =7, Religion 1d20+3 =18
to detect magic at work:
Arcana (1d20+8=14)[/sblock]
When Patronis returns to himself and his body relaxes, an overwhelming feeling of relief floods through Cheysuli's body. She leaps up from the floor and folds Patronis in a great hug, for the moment oblivious to his aversion to touch. "It's gone now, whatever it was... Are you hurt? Do you know what happened?"