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[Tiruin]

"Lunara."

Feleris closed his eyes as he felt the light dim, back to the moonlight and darkness again. He received an answer, but not one that he was looking for. Doubt crossed his mind yet again: it was trapped obviously, and if he would take it's place by releasing it...If it was just a trap, or a test.

No.

No, he did not dwell on those thoughts. There was no evil or good here, nothing to be chosen, no judgement to be made.

He listened to his heart, it would prove him right in the eyes of the Goddess, maybe. But his mind told him otherwise, but what else would that make him-- torn between two choices with a loss on any side.

He heard stories of the power of the Source being able to do very strange things. Inward, those stories reflected most of his actions, they were not his, but based on the say of others.

Not this time though, he would do this for her freedom, even if it cost him.

He relaxed his hold on the Sunrod and stowed it away, his fingers still trembling from the experience. Then he approached the Maiden, slowly and confidently. He looked at her iridescent eyes one last time before turning to face the stones. He hoped his friends back at the camp were safe- at least he knew Halbarad wasn't the one to face this predicament.

Break the circle by moving the stones.

[lawastooshort]

Goseki expected but didn't see the birdman's wary look back. She was already walking back to her tent to check through her belongings to see what had been disturbed. Since by force of imposed habit she always stowed her gear in exactly the same way for ease of speedy access, it was likely she would be able to figure out what he was after. Proof of identity, she guessed, rather than anything in particular. Oh well. She'd have to be careful. She should have stayed in bed in the first place.

But then if he'd discovered her true nature, as he probably had, what should she do about it? Her heart was telling her something considerably more violent than her head; strangely her instincts seemed undecided.

She had to look out for Tsuna though. She wasn't sure yet that the girl could handle herself, and she wasn't sure about the intentions of those around her.

Goseki will go to join Tsuna on her rounds in about 10 minutes, using the inability to sleep as a reason if questioned by anyone.

[Zako]

Rhogar's face didn't change from it's stern frown, but his mind raced. These kobolds seemed to be serving a dragon of some sort, probably an old one because of the sheer amount of power that was required to even live in such a place. It must have sent minions like these out into the wilderness around the fortress to scout out approaching parties/invaders.

Then it occured to him.

The kobolds had to live at least near the fortress, perhaps they knew a safe way inside that he could use? It was worth a shot, at any rate.

Rhogar walked calmly back to his spot by the fire, and pointed to an empty space opposite him and his possessions next to the fire with his hammer.

"Sit."

After waiting waiting for the creature to take it's place, he crouched down in his place, prodded the fire once more and spoke.

"Your dragon master probably sent you out here looking for valuables, didn't he? Dragons are like that. I have no quarrel against this master of yours, but not with any of your kind either. However, I would like to make an offer to your group.

I am seeking the source, and require some answers. Hopefully, you can provide these. First, I need a way in. Do you know of any passage that I could safely use to enter the fortress? Second, do you know of a safe route down towards of the source? And lastly, do you know where the source itself lies?

I understand if you cannot answer the last two, but I would appreciate if you could answer the first question honestly. In return for any truthful knowledge you possess of the fortress, and it's inhabitants, if I emerge from the fortress alive and with the source, I shall give you a part of whatever riches I find down there. What say you, do we have an accord?"

[IronyOwl]

Rykmar's expression curved down into an unpleasant snarl. Something about this had offended him, and his hand went to his blade.

A few moments of consideration later, his snarl was still there, but his mind was mostly made up. It was a stupid plan, but his pride wouldn't let him go without at least trying it. He gently laid Cria down, careful not to wake her and mindful of ensuring she was comfortable as she slept. The ash shadow would tend to her defense, should anything unpleasant dare this place.

Rising and departing swiftly, Rykmar began heading towards where he had sensed the summon. Hopefully it was an isolated favor, and not a combined cabal or similar. One demon he could at least send a message to; a larger force he'd need to flee and deal with later.

The trip was unfortunately long, because it gave Rykmar time to consider this course of action. He suspected he could deal with Vorathu on his own, but he didn't really need to. All he had to do was deliver a message- specifically, that he had claws of his own- and get out alive. That didn't necessarily make it a good plan, but it did make it far more feasible than a blind rush.

As for why it was necessary at all... Rykmar eventually settled on Cria and pride. The thought of her being assassinated by an enemy made his blood boil, and he realized it would be an utterly unforgivable affront to him. This was, he pondered, largely a show of strength, to let an enemy know that he was a rival, not food. Hopefully the message would turn out that way.

Seek out the source of the summon. Be cautious on approach, watching out for clusters of enemies.

[Dwarmin]

Mini-Turn
Feleris douses the light, and the Fey-'Woman', regains her composure-resembling once again something that is darkly, exotically beautiful, utterly incomprehensible and terrifying.

He has conviction that freeing her is the right choice. The Goddess senses this, even in her untroubled dreams, and approves.

Gained +30% Piety

The Fey seems to know what Feleris decides as soon as he does-she seems absurdly cheerful, standing up sinuously-taking a stance much like snake charmer would, she begins playing once again. A rapid, cheerful song of freedom of joy...

Feleris, having made his choice, walks forward with a small hop on command, grinning happily. The Fey-Thing smiles charmingly, speaking again, her voice having recovered it's beguiling power.

...M a s t e r E l fw i l l b e m y f r i e n d...

...f o r e v e r

Feleris might have started at that-or considered the implication-but at this point he truly is powerless to stop himself from capering forward...even as the Fey's illusionary self begins to shimmer to something less than pleasing, or he hears the shifting rustle of old bones under his feet as he kicks them aside...maybe from the meals she lures here, since even the Fey must eat, though not necessarily flesh and blood...in the back of his mind, he wonders what sort of animals might they be...but, on the outside, he doesn't care one whit.

He's utterly powerless to the call of her music as it's tempo and sweetness increase to levels beyond mortal ken, reaching some amazing climax-he strides forward to the edge of the ring. With a flourish, he crouches down, choosing one of the larger red stones that marks a cardinal direction-marked the letter "T" in common-and picks it up.

It doesn't come out as easy. It's...very heavy, heavier than it's size would suggest. He pulls harder, feeling it shift only slight. The Fey-Thing somehow frowns and smiles at the same time. Her music changes again-and Feleris gets angry. Enraged in fact. A mere stone will not keep him from freeing the maiden-summoning up reserves of strength he didn't know he had, Feleris pulls again, harder (he only vaugely realizes the tingling in his arms is from roughly torn ligaments)...free!

He lifts the red stone and tosses it away. It's done...It's done...almost immediately after the stone is removed, Feleris feels the Feys power increase ten fold, or maybe a hundred. Strange colors and figures begin to dance in his perihperal vision as reality begins to twist and contort to her singular will-Feleris let the storm out of the bottle, now he's right in the middle of it.

The Fey-Thing, laughing in a sweet and terrible voice that threatens to break Feleris's sanity, reaches out of the ring and pulls him in with ghastly, unnatural speed, embracing him-holding Feleris close to her own body, like a lover. Or a murderer. She smells wonderful at first, but beneath that scent...not that...

Her grip is soft as the touch of spider silk and unbreakable as a slab of stone over a grave.

She speaks again. But now her tone is less pleading and more...hungry.

...Y ou f r e e d m e... p r e t t yo ne

 D o y o u w a n t a g i ft?

Strong?

Smart?

Kiss?

Death?

Time?

...

me?

The Fey looks deep into his eyes with her own multicolored orbs-it's like the inside of a storm now, all the beautiful colors-the storm is one that's battering his mind like a ship at sea, and soon he must break...and slip beneath the waves.

The worst part is, Feleris's final cognizant thoughts muse glumly, it that it is a mercy compared to what she could do to him-not that she won't do it now, but at least he won't be sane enough to suffer though it.

Much.

...

But...she blinks, and the horrible lights stop swirling. The Fey seems to break the spell before destroying his mind utterly. For now.

Feleris feels the magic of her lure of insanity evaporate instantly, leaving him mostly clear headed. For now. The Fey-Thing seems to enjoy his realization.

And is patiently waiting for him to choose.

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Goseki waits 10 minutes-exactly, for her sense of internal time is utterly perfect, down to a quarter second-sh heads out to visit Tsuna.

Somewhat disappointingly, Goseki gets closer to her before being noticed than she should have, even when not being any more stealthy than she normally is. Tsuna doesn't quite startle though-but even a Ninja can't conceal such blatant tension as she realizes her error. The young ninja nods, and tips her blade to her forehead-saluting Goseki upon seeing her, somewhat sarcastically. Young people.

"Old Mother-a pleasant night, yes? I don't think it's time for your shift yet.."

You are standing alone-out of sight of the camp. The tone of Tsunas voice betrays a hint of suspicion, but it's masterfully guarded.

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Rhogar parlays with the Kobold, who sits on command.

Diplomacy 6 vs Fear 8+3 Diplomacy failed. Effect? 1d6=5

Rhogar modifier: -1 No Threats Given, +1 promise made (shinies)

Kobold modifier: +1 fear of Dragon, +1 Distrust of Everyone, +1 (hidden)

The kobold Kettle seems surprised and emboldened that Rhogar doesn't threaten to knock his tiny brain out the back of his head.

To his surprise, the dimunitive creature lapses into the common language without any warning as he responds. If anything, that makes his voice more annoying.

"Yark! SithyrSone sends us to um, die. Or at least report what we see. All shinies we find must go to him. Orders are orders!

...and..Kobolds are not supposed to be betray Sithyr'Sone secret ways in, especially since we know all of them...but, why Two-Leg Dragon want to go in anyway? Bad place, bad place. You die. Everyone dies. Even crazy Kobold King Dikitak try to go down once, taking a thousand strong warriors-this long before Sithyr'Sone. Gets eaten by the giant hungry flower. Very sad.

See-deep down, lots of badness-tearing, ripping, red skin changing badness! All Kobolds hear tale of shiny Source at bottom, but we don't know how far down that it is...no one sees bottom."

The Kobolds make a ridiculous, overly dramatic gesture, as if looking around for someone who could hear him, then leans toward Rhogar-not too close, but still.

"Sithyr'Sone say he ruler of all Fortress of Blood, but not quite true! Dragon is strong-hungry, but things deep below are stronger and hungrier still. Dragon eat Kettle for saying, but some things down there even Dragon is afraid of!"

The Kobold shudders, quite authentically.

Rhogar rubs his chin. The Kobold sure said a lot meaning nothing, putting in only subtle hints of actual information-he's a crafty one. Rhogar will have to be careful if he wants to extract any information. A threat might be the quickest way, but that might just spook them all away, or encourage them to attack.

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Rykmar leaves the cave, receiving only a sort of mental nod from the presence of the Ash Shadow.

He crept North, over the foothills...on instinct, his eyes scanned the darkness...but, subtlety was hardly one of Vorathus strong points. He hears a sizable explosion and a howl of rage from the valley ahead.

But when he looked down, he saw no sign of the Hunter.

[Detection ? vs ?]

He's...Vorathu is somewhere out there. He's sure. He sees the summoning circle, built near a shabby tent and a crude altar. The remains of something that used to be Human lie in the center, mauled beyond comprehension. Vorathus calling card, standard faire really. It seems there was only a single Warlock killed here, and an idiot at that. A Demon of Vorathus strength would take at least a dozen experienced summoners to bind.

Rykmar looks again. Nothing but the shadows...

[Ochita]

"Ah, mom. Its good to hear from you. A surprisingly large amount of things have happened since the start... Let me tell you a quick version of them..."

Time passes, Ochita quickly talking about the elven ranger, lizard conjurer, expressing surprise that one is here, The Elf's friend, and finally what happened at the camp.

"That is pretty much all that happened. And um.. Were you trying to contact me? Because I felt something like a pull, or something weird, and it came from the scrying stone.."

Tell mom all that has happened to this point, offering opinions on the people that I have met, and events. Finish off by asking if she tried to contact me. After the 'call' has ended, go outside for some fresh air, to think things though.

[Dwarmin]

((Ochita missed the bump! I'll give em a bone, though.  ))

Ochitas mother mentor absorbs it all readily, even hungrily-occasionally taking notes on a pad of paper.

On his question.

"Contact? No child-I wasn't trying to contact you...you called me in the middle of an...experiment."

Her eyes seem to flicker to one side-like she's lying. Ochita's never seen that before. Or has he? His own journals say the Fortress of Blood plays tricks on the senses...he finds, to some dismay, his own sense of suspicion being mirrored back at him.

She finishes somewhat curtly.

"...we'll talk more later. Be safe, my son...and be smart."

The line closes, the crystals energy expended. Ochita sighs.

[Ochita]

Ochita sighs again, and exits his tent, taking a deep breath in the cold air, sighing out of both frustration, and worry. Up until now, he had only skimmed the journal. Sighing, he re-enters his tent, and sets alight a candle, and starts to read the journal. skimming though, and marking entries that seem to have the most relevance to what should be at the surface, and what wards there are.

[IronyOwl]

Rykmar frowned. He didn't like this.

Unfortunately, he was in a hurry, and if the new arrival was still nearby he had probably noticed Rykmar already. At least this way he'd be ambushed on open ground.

Rushing forward, trying to be stealthy but unwilling to sacrifice speed, Rykmar made his way to the summoning circle. He didn't particularly care how the summoner had died, but he might have had valuables on or near him. Valuables a butcher like Vorathu might not be interested in, but could satisfy his debt to Greed.

Ideally, he'd grab anything the warlock might have valued and get back to Cria in no time at all. Even more ideally he might even learn something in the process, but Rykmar didn't consider that likely- other than a convenient journal describing his master's plans as he'd bothered to relay them to an expendable fool, he really didn't see what telling remnants he might find. Bloody hoofprints leading off in Vorathu's direction, possibly, but that didn't help him much either.


Loot/examine clearing.

[Tiruin]

Feleris blinked. Clarity came back to his thoughts, he found himself staring back into the eyes of the creature. He was now aware, and afraid. The first thing he noticed was her gentle but unwavering caress, and his closeness to...her. It alerted his senses, this felt very wrong.

He felt weak, too. The fact coming to him from the pain in his arms and the fading strength in his body. He did what he thought was right, and now he had to get himself out.

'I should've bargained with the Fey, a life for a life,' he thought, but he knew that wouldn't be his own choice, there was always a solution to a problem. If only he could think properly, in that moment.

Then his mind erupted in voices, thoughts running amok as he chooses his decision. The allure of the maiden is strong, but she...or it gave him a chance.

Summoning his entire mental will, he brings forth words that would seal his fate; for better or worse, it did not matter.

He just wished his friends wouldn't come looking for him now, if anything went wrong.

"I-...I w..wa-..want...nothing. Nothing!" he said, shouting the last word directly at her.

He knew it in his heart and mind that he did this, for the sake of it. And there was nothing he wanted in return. She- It, was free, and that was all that mattered.

He shut his eyes and braced himself for whatever would come next: the reply of the maiden, or an assault on his very essence, it did not seem to matter though. He calmed himself- not in the physical way, but deep inside. He tried to stifle his fear and his thoughts, it was of no apparent use now anyway.

His hand feebly grasped the amulet at his belt as he uttered his only- and probably his last words.

<sub>((Yep, 'will' is bolded ~ Willpower, even if it may have no effect as what was stated in the description back a few pages, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?))

I truly love how that was written, horrifying and amazing at the same time, for my turn and everyone else's. This is written in white by the way.</sub>

[Zako]

Rhogar pondered, thinking carefully over how to handle this situation. He wasn't all that good with talking, he was used to taking action and smashing an orc's head in quickly. He knew that these kobolds knew all the ways inside, it did say so after all and it made sense. Maybe the fact that his god had commanded him to enter would convince this thing?

"I wish to enter because I was commanded to do so. I serve a mighty storm god, which is even more powerful than any dragon, and I am a faithful champion in his service. I will not disclose details of why he decided I should enter, but I must. You can head away from the fortress for a few miles and find the remains of an orc encampment, a large crater, which is all that remains after my god destroyed it to make passage for me."

Rhogar leaned in slightly, a small arc of lightening suddenly sparking from his forehead to the ground.

"You wouldn't want to deny the will of a mighty storm god, would you? I may be gracious and paitent, but my lord is a different matter altogether. Making him mad is... unwise."

[Dwarmin]

Quick-Turn

Rykmar sneaks into the dilapidated campsite, sword drawn. He notices the Warlocks corpse isn't attracting flies, or any sort of insect. Such as happens to bodies claimed by the forces of Hell, damned to be cut out of the cycle of life itself.

[4]

The Warlocks Altar is merely a few stacked stones over a horse blanket-it looks to be a small dedication to the Nine-Princes, with Nine bowls set in a circle, each one filled with a different offering. Greeds bowl is filled with black oil (it's value is something mortals of this world would not yet understand), Rages bowl has the heart torn from a bull or similar animal, Envy has recently extracted fingernails, Lusts offering bowl is filled with...something else...

In the center of the circle, is a pitch black candle in a golden cup. Rykmar picks it up and examines it. The candle is the sort of thing mortals sometimes use to contact Demons, made from the boiled tallow of some person whom you recently murdered. It's potency is increased if the person trusted you-even more if they loved you.

Rykmar feels this candle is particularly powerful, probably made from a close sibling-in the Hell Planes, these will never burn out, subsisting on the anguish that made them for an effective eternity. Demons use them for lighting their bed chambers.

A small gift for Greed, but a good start-no doubt, the Warlocks guilt over who he killed to make it will increase the value.

Gained: 1xEbon Candle/Can be used to establish a shaky connection to the Hell Planes. Often utilized by Human Warlocks. Has low value in Hell.

[2]

Next, he steps into the tent-and holds his nose. The Warlock lived in squalor, and it smells like a sty. A quick look through his possessions reveals, as Rykmar guessed, a tell all journal. Humans are so cliched-they think if they write down their sins, they are somehow expurgated from the chronicle of their life.

He leafs through for references. Only several passages stand out...

...Once my sister had stilled her struggling, I wept over her body...what have I done?
...had to do it. The sacrifice is needed. I heard HIS voice, again-urging me on...
...the candle is complete...summoned a minor Gluttony demon to dispose of the remains...
...HE grows more insistent. Something has changed...the summoning must be tonight...
...I constructed the alter away from the main camp...that Dwarf Alma suspects something...
...doesn't matter! I'll kill her, and all of them...I'll summon Hell to Earth, claim the Source and be a God...
...Hour till summoning. HE has said my Demon will be very powerful, and my slave to command...
...Runes placed. My strongest wards, though I lack some materials...no matter. I am strong enough to control any Demon...

Rykmar chuckles at the dead mans words. Powerful, right. Dupe.

He rifles though the rest of Warlocks possessions. Most of it is obscure regents, useless sigils, outdated books and papers...he does find something interesting at the bottom-a Hellfire Amulet. It's a heavy bronze pentagram hung on a chain, that empowers evil casters. A minor trinket, no doubt the Warlocks most valuable possession. Another minor gift for Greed.

Gained: 1xHellfire Amulet/All spells cast do an additional +1 damage. Can only be used by the Demonic or truly Evil.

[? vs ?]

Rykmar hears a shuffling in the distance, outside the tent. He rushes out-but nothing is there he can see. He tries to think. If Vorathu was watching him before...where is he now?
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Feleris asks for nothing.

Random 1d6=3, 4, 6

The Fey-Thing seems to frown, or maybe it's a feral grin.

...No g i f t?

...p l a y then!

Before Feleris can answer, she leans in, and kisses him passionately. It feels wonderful. Amazing...never felt so alive, so arm. What was his conception of joy before? Surely, it paled in comparison.

Gained Skill: Kiss of the Fey/Exposure to the powers of the Faerie tends to opens one mind...and then start to feed on it. Feleris gains a passive +1 to Magic resistance, but gains 1 permanent point of Chaos, the primary cause of mutations.

Then she shifts a shade darker-and her soft lips grow the fangs of a great Wolf, which swiftly sink into Feleris's neck, tearing his flesh and drinking his blood. Agony...never felt so much agony...he would give his soul just to stop the pain...

Damaged: -10% HP

Then she shifts once more. Eyeing him calmly. Studying him.

The Fey-Thing cocks her head to one side, and picks Feleris up with one hand, and tosses him outwards from the ring with a strength not suggested by her slim body...

[Reflexes 1+2 vs Impact 7 *crunch*

Damage 1d4=2]

Damaged: -20% HP

Feleris flies right into an oak tree, cracking his head on the trunk and dizzying him. Ow. Interestingly, his mind seems to have cleared with the pain.

Standing up, he faces the circle again...to see...Himself-at least, an obviously female version of himself. Every detail, equipment and all-like looking in a strange mirror, perfectly copied. Only the rainbow eyes are the same as before. The Feleris-Thing seems to stretch, inspecting her new body with obvious glee.

The Fey-Thing has taken Feleris's shape for her own, a perfect simulcrum, albiet gender swapped. The voice it speaks in is his own, somewhat lighter in tone as an Elven maidens would be.

Amazing! Wonderful! Beautiful! I love this body. Better than the last one.

Master Elf is so kind to give it to me. Can I keep it? Please?

I want to play and dance and kill and sing...with you, forever friend Feleris...

She flutters her eyes at him coquettishly.

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Diplomacy 6+4=10 vs Fear 8+3=11 Diplomacy failed. Effect? 1d6=5

Rhogar modifier: +2 Threat of Higher Power, +1 promise made (Shinies), +1 Ongoing Diplomacy Bonus

Kobold modifier: +1 fear of Dragon, +1 Distrust of Everyone, +1 (hidden)

Rhogar intones his God ominously.

The Kobolds yelps and jumps four feet off the ground. Rhogar rolls his eyes.

Yip yark! Storm God?! Kobolds hear horrible storm from sky cook stupid Orcs in pass.

What are you to great Mighty Storm God? Priest? Warrior?

But, Kettle just Kobold, but know Gods don't smite us easily.

Kobolds very small for smiting, Gods don't notice Kobolds on purpose..not worrying, much!

The Kobold leans in again, creeping a bit closer. Perhaps you're gaining the little fellows trust?

"Great powers of Storm, do you command? Priest of Storm might have storm powers? Sithyr'Sone no like people with magic powers..."

[Zako]

Rhogar had to suppress the urge to smash the creature into the ground from sheer annoyance, but he perservered. He needed to know of a safe way inside, and this was most likely his best chance.

"All priests of Kron are warriors. We all smite foes in his name, particularly orcs and their kin, as well as kobolds if need be. He doesn't need to smite kobolds, when we can do it for him.

As for your question into storm powers..."

Rhogar held up a hand, spread his thumb and thinger apard and let a small arc of lightening pass between them with a small ounce of willpower.

"Yes, as a champion of Kron, he has blessed me with the might of the storm."

Closing his hand, he frowned and leaned in towards the kobold.

"I sure hope that you don't think you can play me against your draconic master, hmmm? As I said, I have no quarrel against your master, unless he decides to try and eat me or send his creatures against me to impede my god given quest. I have more important things to do than trying to slay a dragon and, as much as the god of time might laugh at me for saying this, not a lot of time to do them in. So, I shall ask again, will you tell me of a safe way inside the fortress or not?"

[IronyOwl]

Rykmar frowned. He wanted to investigate more, but now he was concerned about his flank: Cria. He didn't think Vorathu would have any way to know where she was, or have the patience to hunt her down when he was right there, but he couldn't be certain. And attacking her while he was away would certainly be the most effective way of crippling him that he was likely to find.

He gave one last look to the forest, wanting to search around. Bah, no time and too risky. He snarled and turned to run back to Cria. Hopefully whatever Vorathu was planning- if indeed that was him shuffling around out there- was foolish and doomed to failure.


Hurry back to Cria.



((The golden cup is part of the candle, right?))

[Tiruin]

(( . Why am I reminiscing Greek mythology here?! Is that damage cumulative by the way? Assuming at 80% health.))

Feleris had to think fast. Her enthralling powers were too much for him to handle. By song or act, seeing or a touch, he had little hope against one so powerful...Now that it was free.

He cursed her racial advantage over him.

She had her fun, she was now free. The fact that she was free gave him doubt, an ever-increasing doubt by her random antics.

He looked up to the sky, and hoped for the sake of life itself that his friends did not come looking for him.

...

'Hold on, "Better than the last one?!" What was that supposed to mean!'

He smiled back at her gaze, pretending through the throbbing pain that he was still entranced.

Maybe her flute gave her power? Wait...it looks like him now.

Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)

He sings a merry tune and hopes the maiden won't perceive his plan.

If it works at all, Feleris prances closer to her, but not too close. He brings both hands over his back, looking relaxed, turns to look at her (Not directly in the eyes) and yells.

"Solara!". Wielding the rod in both hands.

IF the above act works: Feleris remember's the Goddess' words. He shouts with confidence under the shade of the fiery light "I freed you from your prison, I even took pity on you! And you return the kindness by treating your guest like a pet-- a plaything even! Show your true form, maiden, no lies or deception, lest I call down the wrath of the Goddess of Life herself!"

...

He hoped she didn't read minds. He really did not want to do this but it seemed aggression was the only way out.