Gimlak concentrated and a vortex appeared; a tear in the fabric of reality that brought forth a creature unnatural to the world. Its face tentacles writhed as it bowed before him and unspeakable words echoed in the minds of those present, threatening to break through their mental barriers and expose their fears, doubts, and the madness hidden deep within.
Duvrael nodded - anything to get the creature away from himself. Madness was never far from the surface of a yuan-ti, and he could feel himself longing to embrace it. He turned the thing invisible, and it lumbered off down the hill. Although no one could see it go, there was a palpable sense that the natural world was returning to the tor.
Peering over the rocky blind, the group watched as an ogre first began to throw his arms up in dismay and confusion, and then abandoned his post and ran southward. Next, the ogre at the north gate clutched his head, then began to pound on the gate. A young ogre opened the gate and the ogre fled inside.
By this time, one of the two walking hill giants rounded the corner and watched the ogre for a moment. Then, he too was overtaken with psychic pain. He took off his helmet, threw it at the ground, and then ran backwards on his route until he was out of sight, somewhere around the base of the watchtower.
It had all taken about fifteen minutes, but for the moment, there was no one to see them run down the hill.
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@JustinCase has been absent for a bit, but I'm sure he'd be on board with this plan. I'm assuming everyone goes now. It's about a two-minute run when you're not trying to be stealthy. Here's your options as I see it: 1) Same approach as before: Go up the nearest chimney on the left of the east gate and hide on the roof for a moment. 2) North gate is currently open. You could go right for it, but there's occupants (at least the brain-fried ogre, a youth, and some returned dire wolves, maybe others).
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