"Teehee. Haha. Hoohoo. The fair faerie wants to know if they is what they say they is...Hmm!?" The hunchbacked wizard wheezed and sneered. "The crown, ring and sceptre seem to think so...Stay! Stay!" Fib'Karna, still holding the rod too, gripped at the dead queen's crown, holding it tightly. "They're buzzing and hollering, but they're mine! Not yours! No! Mine!"
All three items began to emit a high-pitched whining, a distinct note each harmonizing with the others. Alan, Eovin, and Selythin could feel the objects reaching out to them.
The crown to the true queen, Aloe.
The scepter to the new grand vizier, Eovin.
The ring to the lord protector, Selythin.
The evil wizard Fib'Karna, pledged to Chaos, wearing the dead queen's ripped dress, started to thrash about. "You won't take them! Mine! They're mine!" The long-bearded man began to levitate up into the air, legs kicking. He was both laughing and screaming madly. He continued to grip the sceptre and crown. "Get her, my pets! Rip her to sheds! Destroy them all!"
The alligator-dogs, growling, turned from the gnawed bones of the hobgoblin and ran around either side of the table, attacking Alan. The young tailor dodged one attack only to be hit by another. Unfortunately, the rightful heir to the throne was caught by a toothy bite. (6 points of damage to Aloe!)
The wizard Fib'Karna kept floating up, stopping about 15 feet in the air, near the ceiling. He waved the grave vizier's rod around. The rod was glowing brighter and brighter. It was trailing smoke that was making the room hazy. His floating form was hard to see, blinking in and out of the thickening fog.
(Next round of actions Eovin, Selythin, Aloe, then Chaos Beasts)
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