A-muck! A-muck! A-muck!

[Attilius]

In an identical tone and manner of one Dr. Peter Venkman, the giant turns and angrily yells "WHAT DID YOU DO Q?"

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Mar 21, 2024 12:40:00 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

Another "spectral force" shows itself, hazy, an undead visage that the bulk of the party is familiar with. Aman the Maker, Brother to Myron & Keeper of the Tower appears, a boney crowned head with glowing green eyes. He looks miffed, angry and as if someone had awoken him from a torpor.

"I see you brought the larvae worms, but you have brought much, much more."

He stares at Quila.

"You have awoken something this world has not seen in many, many Ages... if ever. I knew the stars were in alignment, but I did not gather that the spaces between had thinned so to allow the very Avatar of Mak Thuum Ngatha to pass so easily into Athas. Perhaps the psurlon have gathered enough power to tempt *IT* into breaching the Grey. Or that my brother's wards were the only thing holding it back."

A massive granite stone block crashes through the illusionary face and misses your party just narrowly.

The visage reappears and simply states, "Fools. You'll need to make this right or I will have to use my Beasts of Nightmare once more. Kill my dead Brother, steal away his mask and throw it into the Elemental Hearth quickly enough with the tome you buried and perhaps we shall be spared the wrath of the Far Realm. Myron resides within the Temple, not the Tomb you once visited. Go now with haste, before the Worm devours what little remains of this very planet."

Quila stares the undead visages stare back down and guffaws out of pure amazement at Aman's gaslighting of her.
"I have awoken? Who was the one knowing full well what was taken from the Tomb and enjoying themselves through a scrying as a city of innocents was beset by worms?"

Realizing who she is dealing with, or at least what sort of dangerous entity, she backs down a bit, continuing, "Well there isn't much else to do except to fix this I guess. We wouldn't want psurlons and mad dark gods running around, we already have remnants of the Cleansing Wars and the Champions and defilers to reckon with on this planet. We have enough of our own Athasian mess to deal with."

With that said Quila storms off into the direction of the Temple structure.

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Mar 21, 2024 15:28:34 GMT -12 Attilius said:

In an identical tone and manner of one Dr. Peter Venkman, the giant turns and angrily yells "WHAT DID YOU DO Q?"

Upon hearing the half-giant pile on the accusations, all Quila does is look in his directions and look very, very disappointed, sigh and roll her eyes, and continue her way towards the temple.

[DM Bob]

Aman's ghostly visage turns to Attilius and states, "Jeez, you'd think that this was all *my* fault or something."

The skull then turns to Niachi.

"Elf! Leave the brand there and I'll have my minions gather up the little shits in a bit."

The head then fades away leaving you once again to pick up the mess of the ancients.

[Niachi]

The elf drops the brand and wipes his hands clean of Worm Business.

he heads to the temple with Q

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- "Although I don't even know half of this story, it's not moment for blaming but to sort this out" - walking towards Quila and Niachi

[AthasianLaborer]

Dropping concentration "I'd wager we'll fare better if we return to Kurn and ask the grumpy old fucker what he read while we were gone.  I can't shake the feeling that he's learned something helpful to us in there" 'Muiko points in the direction of the Temple

[raddu/Thessik]

Thessik sees the casting, but relaxes as it's not defiling. 

"What have I gotten myself into? I'm here to explore these ruins so if you'll have me I'd love to see what's inside"

[DM Bob]

Chat'cho, the kreen druidess, turns to the rest of the group.

"I will return to Kurn and see what has been learned. Then I will have the psions there contact you. After all this? I need time to reflect. Come, Kri the Younger."

She then opens a dimensional fold and the two vanish, leaving you nary time to respond.

[Attilius]

Attilius readies his shield and gouge and waits to follow the group

[DM Bob]

[Closing thread.]