Make sure I grip my staff tightly, don't let myself get butterfingers now. Go stand right next to Fiddler, making sure my cloak is touching him and the staff near the two of us.
Ask question below to the creature. Also check if the humming/vibrating of my staff is filling up one of its magical energy containers, and how much of it, to gauge the intensity of the magic being used here.
"Concerned statement: Fiddler Organic, this humming is clearly magical in nature. This one feels that, from the intensity, some kind of effect is woven into it."
He turns his one good eye towards the creature.
"Gentle Query: Good creature, we mean you no harm. Do you know what is happening here, what this humming is all about? Is it the underdwarves?"
one of the energy containers cracks. When you touch Fiddler with the cloak,, it's like when you build up static on a carpet and touch someone else, only with an intense magical field instead. An explosion of feathers obscures your view of Fiddler as he is violently flung away from you. You kinda don't get the chance to speak to the UnderDwarf.
"The caves are alive with the sound of music, you mean? I may have the thing for the feckers. Let's see here..."
Do I have enough use in my hands to play the fiddle? If yes, countersong that shit!
If not, interpret Clunkers' strange machine dialect for the understanding of this here creature.
Well, Clunkers touched you with his cloak and a concentrated blast of charm magic rushes through your soul and body. You are flung away from the metal man by the discharge. You are twisted horribly, beak extending to a needle point, red-tipped black feathers covering your whole body, which is now thin, long, and wiry. You no longer have hands, nor the ability to speak normal languages, but your voice is stronger than before. As is your rage. You feel a deep, intense, indiscriminate need to kill.
Yeah, you're a vicious bird monster now.
Well keep wandering I guess. Move towards the music if I can.
Toward the music eh? You move along, listening for the music. It is dim, faint, and far, but you feel it - that way! You feel your way along, and suddenly fall. the fall feels like a long time, but in reality it lasts a second or so. You get he wind knocked out of you, but you think you are otherwise unharmed. The music is definitely closer now. Stronger. More enticing.
Stay out of the way and try not to get killed
You and the Underdwarf stare at Clunkers and Fiddler for a moment, then stare at each other, slightly openmouthed. You seem to come to the same conclusion together, and the two of you cheese it, right the fuck back the way you came. You don't stop running until you are surrounded by ashes and the faint glow of cooling embers, the smell of burned spider strong in your .... gills, I guess. "Out! We must get out! This place is bad. Death everywhere. We must flee!"
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Topic: Omega Legion: Lost in the Dark (Read 35391 times)