"I doubt it's going to go through all this trouble without vaporizing a few fuckers in the process. But that's mostly just me trying to talk myself into helping you out."
Fiddler stops trying to push Solam off the cliff.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, there is the part where it seems to be doing something with our brands, so let's just say we were under magical compulsion and had no responsibility over our actions. And the parts we did have responsibility over were your fault, since you so graciously volunteered to take the blame."
Actually, don't push Solam off the cliff. Whistle for Ebony to stop as well. Let it happen, I guess. Hopefully we can get a few people with whatever's gonna happen next!
Right then, no cliff-pushing. Still going to stand back though.
Yo two stand back and attempt to resist the urge to chant, instead of doing in your mindless fellow, like the creepy portal to the divine that he has become. Time for a will roll. Fiddler clamps down, puts his fingers in his ears, and pushes back against the gaes, which is now sending small trickles of light along his brand. Ebony, however, begins to mutter along in the rhythm of the chant - not quite chanting, but not quite keeping out of it.
"statement: this one was instructed to call upon the godlike being from the temple once we returned here. This one thinks it likely that this is the summoning of said being. Perhaps pushing him off will anger the being, which would be bad considering what we saw of it in the temple."
Use robot computing to see if this chanting might be summoning the deity. Unless I have good reason to believe that this is not the case, chant along.
Your computing yields no results, so you go with your current expectations, and begin to chant along. it feels natural, though the words are foreign and you are a step behind, as if you are listening to the chant and then echoing it.
A strong wind picks up, and the sound of thunder echoes. It feels very odd, like hearing someone talk after a long, quiet walk on a still night.It takes you a moment to realize why - you've never heard thunder at Omega before. The wind, you notice, creates an eye, centered on the idol and yourselves, and swirls around, building up as it goes. The figures from the distance falter as they come, slowing down and bracing themselves against what is happening. One is pulling something out of its cloak, and the other looks to be gesturing wildly.
Suddenly, the wind stops, and the being that Clunkers spoke with is there, standing in the two upper hands of the idol. He doesn't seem like he should fit there, but he does. He looks like he should fill half the sky, and yet he stands as if on solid ground. Another odd thing is the stillness of the air, though the being looks as if he is in the middle of a hurricane. And that hurricane looks as if it is coming for you. All four of your brands glow brightly for a moment before blacking back out, returning to the standard Omega brand you had before.
The barometer drops, and the hairs on the living among you rise up. it's going to be a doozy.