Malachi reflexively moves back from the door, even as he leans forward, straining to hear the voice. There was something about it he couldn’t quite place. A flash of recognition and worry crosses his face as Joren identifies the voice. He moves back behind Samir, looking over the half-orc’s shoulder as Vilus prepares to open the door, a spell ready on his lips.
Andra? "Really, Andra? Would be nice to be able to question him, even if he does sound mad. I mean, if I was dealing with new faces and exploding cultists.. I think I would go a bit mad as well." Then her face scowls as she recalls what happened when they lost Vilus and she nods at Joren, though doesn't go back too far, as it is taking everything in her not to charge through the door and give the man a piece of her mind.
Vilus reaches out with his power while everyone else stands at the ready. The door inches open slowly. It seems it hadn't quite been properly closed. Hilus gets the door open wide enough for someone to step through, and for Joren to get a peek through.
The interior is familiar. Almost an exact replica of what they found in the secret room in Andra's old office. A large glass and metal circle raised out of the floor for viewing, and a pillar of light shining upon a pedestal like it was trapped there. A Hydaelym.
The main difference between this room and the first, are the bodies. Scattered about the room are four corpses wearing the cultists' typical at-home attire of dark robes with drawn up hoods. And in the middle of the room, kneeling by the pedestal, is Andra, covered in their blood. His back is turned to the door and he seems to be hard at work carving something into the floor around the Hydaelym with a dagger coated in some thick, black substance. Joren watches him bring the dagger up before his face until his head obscures Joren's vision of it. Then a few drops of that back splatter onto the ground and he brings the dagger back to the stone floor, dripping and glistening. Then he stops.
Joren doesn't see the smile, but he hears it. "I see you," Andra says. "I was wondering when we'd be reunited. I have much to thank you for..."
Joren's face becomes even grimmer, if that is possible. To say he trusts none of this would be an understatement.
Immediately, he moves his echo 30' ahead, all the way to Andra if possible.
Having witnessed Andra spring a trap on the party before in the caverns underneath Tensmith, with the hidden archers and later the summoning which teleported the cult leader and Vilus, taking the goliath's leg in the process, Joren recalls Andra's inflection and intonation at the time. His imperious arrogance. Is this another trap this villain is leading us into? His way of 'thanking' us upong being 'reunited'?
To the others, just before he opens the door just wide enough for them to look past, he whispers: "It is another Hydaelym, as we were seeing in Andra's office in Tensmith, only Andra is kneeling carving something around it with a black ichor-coated dagger, with the corpses of four cultists strewn about, maybe completing some ritual. He says he has much to be thanking us for. Which I am taking to mean he is readying another trap for us. Yet I am seeing no choice but to prevent him from completing whatever vile ritual he is engaged in."
Vilus knocks the door open so he can get a good look around, looking around the room for any arcane traps first and foremost (arcana 13)
As soon as he sees Andra carving things onto the stone a fury overwhelms Vilus. Through gritted teeth he begins muttering the preparations for a spell, calling upon the watcher.
Joren's soldier instincts scream at him to get a read on the situation before rushing in. Andra shows signs of struggle. His clothes are mussed and bloodied. Though most of the blood is probably not his own, he is sporting a number of cuts and bruises. Furthermore, the wounds on the bodies are not neat. One woman has defensive wounds all over her arms, and her skull has cracked on the stone floor. A man lying a few feet away looks like he bled out trying to hold his intestines in. This wasn't a sacrifice. It was a brawl. Andra had killed his fellow cultists and they had tried to do the same to him.
Samir gets a glance into the room and looks at the fresh markings carved into the stone. With the time spent studying the Godtongue of Razmus, it becomes quickly apparent what Andra is trying to do, though it makes little sense. His carvings are not quite runes, but rather negations and alterations, similar to those Samir had used to neutralize cult magics in the past. Andra was trying to disrupt the field of magic holding the Hydaelym captive. Not necessarily to disable the containment, but to warp it.
Even as everyone tenses for action, Andra begins to turn, just at the neck. "I must thank you, you see, for you have opened my eyes, hehehe."His head swivels to look at those in the door... but the sockets where his eyes belong now lie empty. A bloody x has been drawn over each lid, from brow to cheek bone. Furthermore, his forehead is marred by a single vertical slit about 4 inches long, seeping with the same black goop that he had been coating his knife with, though where it is fresh, it appears more as a deep, dark purple.
Vilus' teeth gritting mumblings get louder as he completes his spell "...gaze upon this pretender to your power and display his very soul for us to see, observe his destruction!" A spectral purple line appears on the floor under, it then snaps open revealing that it is not just a line but a spectral eye, it focusses on Andra and a ringing pierces the room erupting from the point where Andra is kneeling.
(Casts shatter, Con save 13 or take 19 thunder damage, 9 on a success, all non magical objects being worn or carried within a 10ft radius also automatically takes this damage)
The ground cracks under Andra's feet, breaking apart many of the markings he'd been working on. The shockwave slams into him as well, forcing him to take a step back with a grunt. He hunches to the side at an odd angle, holding his ringing ears for a moment before straightening again. (Save failed, 19 thunder damage)
"He's trying to do something with the Hydaelym! Whatever it is, he must be stopped!" Samir's eyes linger on Andra's disfigured face for a moment, noting the color of the ichor dripping from the open wounds, and without doubt he understands that whatever Andra has done, he is no longer the person that he once was, but instead some new creature, a warped and twisted thing whose very presence screams of blasphemy against nature.
Even as the resounding sound of Vilus' spell still lingers in the air, Samir's hand is in motion, reaching out as if to take hold of something. A rune of fiery light blossoms against the back of his outstretched hand, and a heavy chunk of stone loosened from the floor shifts. With a flick of the artificer's wrist, the magic-driven missile hurls itself at the deranged cultist with bone crushing force.
Casting Catapult, DC 15 Dex save or take 11 Bludgeoning damage
"Something is very wrong. Do not be getting close." Joren's warning is more instinctive than reasoned.
Feeling wounded and spent, Joren swings the flat of his DunamisGreatsword from his echo's position at not-Andra's hand. The one holding the befouled dagger, to try to knock it away and stop whatever foul ritual this is. But as his eyes dart across the room, Joren becomes too distracted to set his stance properly and Vilus' thunderous spell throws his balance off an instant before his echo is obliterated by the shattering effect.
(DunamisGreatsword to hit: 9, Damage: 6 slashing). Echo destroyed by thunder damage regardless of save.
Joren holds position at the door, a wry expression on his face. "Last time, we were blowing up the Hydaelim in Tensmith all on our own," he deadpans at Samir with gallows humor. "Now nightmare Andra is defacing it with his black goo-covered knife. Come on, what's the worst that could happen?"
Gritting his teeth, Joren summons his echo once more with his bonus action, sending it forward into melee with not-Andra again.
Malachi is frozen in indecision and a bit of confusion as the scene unfolds in the room in front of him. Whatever spell he was thinking about was momentarily forgotten as he tried to take in what Andra was doing to the Hydaelim. “We must free the magic contained inside”he remembered vividly what happened when they destroyed the one in Tensmith “But what is Andra doing to it? Corrupting it? Is it a greater danger to release now?”
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As soon as Ashley sees Andra, anger rises inside her, her hair goes up in a whoosh of flames. She is about to rush in, regardless of the notes of warnings from her friends. But when the man? turns his head and she sees the ghastly image he has become, she stops short in her tracks.
One thing she did not want to happen was the man somehow escaping them, so she thrusts her hand forward, palm up and as though pushing it through hard mud, she starts mumbling familiar words the group has heard several times.
The group look toward Andra, and sure enough, a giant, earthen hand emerges from the shattered ground and attempts to wrap it's fingers around the twisted cultist. STR save 14 - if failed, he's restrained and takes 10 bludgeoning damage.
Andra makes no effort to avoid the rock that Samir hurls at his face as the echo's mist washes across his face. The stone's impact leaves a deep gash across his cheek. Samir thinks he sees bone. Andra rises and takes a step forward. The earthen fingers close around him, but he takes another step forward and breaks right through them. He smiles his queasy smile and reaches up with both hands. "Now let me open your eyes in return!"
All ten of his fingers dig into the cash on his forehead, and he begins to pull the skin apart. The purple ooze drips out faster, and the parting skin slowly reveals a massive bloodshot eye, shot through with veins of purple. The pupil suddenly contracts to a pinpoint before dilating to overtake nearly the whole eye. The sudden change sends a ripple through the room. Looking into the yawning pupil reveals truths. Forbidden, unknowable truths of the void. Of the nothing. Of the beyond. Truths that threaten to crack the psyche and overtake the mind in a destructive flood.
(Everyone make a wisdom Save DC 17 or suffer the effects of confusion)
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Malachi stares into the unblinking eye, stares into the void and nothingness beyond and remembers the visions flooding into his mind when he was linked with Vilus, remembers the slithering sensation and reassuring words of his own passenger and laughs. “You think you can open our eyes? You think you know great secrets of your master? You are but a child, playing with the scraps he has left you, things you do not understand.” Malachi narrows his eyes and sends a burst of psychic [Tooltip Not Found] directly into the eye in Andra’s forehead.
(DC 14 INT save or take 17 psychic damage and can't take a reaction until the end of his next turn. On Andra's next turn he must choose between a move, action or bonus action, he only gets one of the three. Half damage on a save and none of the other effects.)
Malachi stares into the unblinking eye, stares into the void and nothingness beyond and remembers the visions flooding into his mind when he was linked with Vilus, remembers the slithering sensation and reassuring words of his own passenger and laughs. “You think you can open our eyes? You think you know great secrets of your master? You are but a child, playing with the scraps he has left you, things you do not understand.” Malachi narrows his eyes and sends a burst of psychic [Tooltip Not Found] directly into the eye in Andra’s forehead.
(DC 14 INT save or take 11 psychic damage and can't take a reaction until the end of his next turn. On Andra's next turn he must choose between a move, action or bonus action, he only gets one of the three. Half damage on a save and none of the other effects.)
The eye winks shut as if recoiling in pain from Malachi's spell and Andra staggers back a step. (Took full damage and suffers from the effects)
Then the eye opens again. The pupil dilates once more and seems to draw in the light. The two torches on the wall gutter out, leaving the hydaelym as the only dim illumination in the room. The shadows of the corpses on the ground stretch long. Then the shadows start to prop themselves up on their arms, rising from the ground and turning to face Joren and the others with shadowy daggers in hand. Joren suddenly thinks back to the shadows they'd faced in the tunnels when traveling under the forest.
Instinctively, Samir averts his eyes away from the horrid thing opening in Andra's forehead, the pulse of that unclean arcanum warning him away in time. Feeling the spell pass through himself and the others, he snaps his head back around towards the enemy and tries to steady his racing heart and lurching breath. As the torches extinguish, and the shadows begin to rise, he gropes through memory to try and recall what he had seen of these things before, but so much had happened since then. He can think only of light, and of fire, and his hand snaps out to hurl a small disc into the very spot where one of the tenebrous creatures was rising. Flame lurches upwards in an orange and red cascade from the disc, shedding both light and flame.
Casting Create bonfire on the closest shadow (SH3). DC 15 Dex save or 6 magical fire damage.
When the eye first opens, Vilus is caught off guard by the rush of familiar forbidden truths known only to an observer of all.
When Vilus interacts with this arcane void he tends to dip in and out, taking only what he needs and retreating with minimal damage to his psyche. He sees how far and how deep Andra has greedily plunged himself and it sends terror shooting though Vilus' brain like a cold shower.
Is this truly what awaits him in the future? no, his friends would kill him if he became a danger like this... they promised, right? His mind numbs and then focuses to his new leg, a gift from Ash, not the behaviour of someone prepared to kill him...
He dreads the sight in front of him, of Andra's mutilated form and the potential that it holds for Vilus, but manages to pull his mind free from the spiralling void having missed his chance to act this turn.
Ashley walks blindly forward towards the madman in her state of confusion. As the confusion is broken, she looks around and finds herself much closer to the disfigured Andra than she had planned on being. but looking upon his countenance, she finds anger starting to overcome her fear. What the hell had he been playing with? Who was this man and what was he trying to accomplish? Was this his way of getting closer to Razmus or was she way off base?
As she is thinking these thoughts Andra raises the shadows and she finds herself cut off from her friends. Casting bane, she targets Andra, and the two shadows between her and her friends (3&4). CHA save 14
Frustrated that she lost her earthen hand in the confusion, she stands her ground.
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Malachi reflexively moves back from the door, even as he leans forward, straining to hear the voice. There was something about it he couldn’t quite place. A flash of recognition and worry crosses his face as Joren identifies the voice. He moves back behind Samir, looking over the half-orc’s shoulder as Vilus prepares to open the door, a spell ready on his lips.
Andra? "Really, Andra? Would be nice to be able to question him, even if he does sound mad. I mean, if I was dealing with new faces and exploding cultists.. I think I would go a bit mad as well." Then her face scowls as she recalls what happened when they lost Vilus and she nods at Joren, though doesn't go back too far, as it is taking everything in her not to charge through the door and give the man a piece of her mind.
"I'm taking his f*cking leg..." Vilus mutters angrily as the group readies to breach.
Vilus reaches out with his power while everyone else stands at the ready. The door inches open slowly. It seems it hadn't quite been properly closed. Hilus gets the door open wide enough for someone to step through, and for Joren to get a peek through.
The interior is familiar. Almost an exact replica of what they found in the secret room in Andra's old office. A large glass and metal circle raised out of the floor for viewing, and a pillar of light shining upon a pedestal like it was trapped there. A Hydaelym.
The main difference between this room and the first, are the bodies. Scattered about the room are four corpses wearing the cultists' typical at-home attire of dark robes with drawn up hoods. And in the middle of the room, kneeling by the pedestal, is Andra, covered in their blood. His back is turned to the door and he seems to be hard at work carving something into the floor around the Hydaelym with a dagger coated in some thick, black substance. Joren watches him bring the dagger up before his face until his head obscures Joren's vision of it. Then a few drops of that back splatter onto the ground and he brings the dagger back to the stone floor, dripping and glistening. Then he stops.
Joren doesn't see the smile, but he hears it. "I see you," Andra says. "I was wondering when we'd be reunited. I have much to thank you for..."
Joren's face becomes even grimmer, if that is possible. To say he trusts none of this would be an understatement.
Immediately, he moves his echo 30' ahead, all the way to Andra if possible.
Having witnessed Andra spring a trap on the party before in the caverns underneath Tensmith, with the hidden archers and later the summoning which teleported the cult leader and Vilus, taking the goliath's leg in the process, Joren recalls Andra's inflection and intonation at the time. His imperious arrogance. Is this another trap this villain is leading us into? His way of 'thanking' us upong being 'reunited'?
Joren Insight: 17
To the others, just before he opens the door just wide enough for them to look past, he whispers:
"It is another Hydaelym, as we were seeing in Andra's office in Tensmith, only Andra is kneeling carving something around it with a black ichor-coated dagger, with the corpses of four cultists strewn about, maybe completing some ritual. He says he has much to be thanking us for. Which I am taking to mean he is readying another trap for us. Yet I am seeing no choice but to prevent him from completing whatever vile ritual he is engaged in."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Vilus knocks the door open so he can get a good look around, looking around the room for any arcane traps first and foremost (arcana 13)
As soon as he sees Andra carving things onto the stone a fury overwhelms Vilus. Through gritted teeth he begins muttering the preparations for a spell, calling upon the watcher.
Joren's soldier instincts scream at him to get a read on the situation before rushing in. Andra shows signs of struggle. His clothes are mussed and bloodied. Though most of the blood is probably not his own, he is sporting a number of cuts and bruises. Furthermore, the wounds on the bodies are not neat. One woman has defensive wounds all over her arms, and her skull has cracked on the stone floor. A man lying a few feet away looks like he bled out trying to hold his intestines in. This wasn't a sacrifice. It was a brawl. Andra had killed his fellow cultists and they had tried to do the same to him.
Samir gets a glance into the room and looks at the fresh markings carved into the stone. With the time spent studying the Godtongue of Razmus, it becomes quickly apparent what Andra is trying to do, though it makes little sense. His carvings are not quite runes, but rather negations and alterations, similar to those Samir had used to neutralize cult magics in the past. Andra was trying to disrupt the field of magic holding the Hydaelym captive. Not necessarily to disable the containment, but to warp it.
Even as everyone tenses for action, Andra begins to turn, just at the neck. "I must thank you, you see, for you have opened my eyes, hehehe." His head swivels to look at those in the door... but the sockets where his eyes belong now lie empty. A bloody x has been drawn over each lid, from brow to cheek bone. Furthermore, his forehead is marred by a single vertical slit about 4 inches long, seeping with the same black goop that he had been coating his knife with, though where it is fresh, it appears more as a deep, dark purple.
Vilus' teeth gritting mumblings get louder as he completes his spell "...gaze upon this pretender to your power and display his very soul for us to see, observe his destruction!" A spectral purple line appears on the floor under, it then snaps open revealing that it is not just a line but a spectral eye, it focusses on Andra and a ringing pierces the room erupting from the point where Andra is kneeling.
(Casts shatter, Con save 13 or take 19 thunder damage, 9 on a success, all non magical objects being worn or carried within a 10ft radius also automatically takes this damage)
The ground cracks under Andra's feet, breaking apart many of the markings he'd been working on. The shockwave slams into him as well, forcing him to take a step back with a grunt. He hunches to the side at an odd angle, holding his ringing ears for a moment before straightening again. (Save failed, 19 thunder damage)
"He's trying to do something with the Hydaelym! Whatever it is, he must be stopped!" Samir's eyes linger on Andra's disfigured face for a moment, noting the color of the ichor dripping from the open wounds, and without doubt he understands that whatever Andra has done, he is no longer the person that he once was, but instead some new creature, a warped and twisted thing whose very presence screams of blasphemy against nature.
Even as the resounding sound of Vilus' spell still lingers in the air, Samir's hand is in motion, reaching out as if to take hold of something. A rune of fiery light blossoms against the back of his outstretched hand, and a heavy chunk of stone loosened from the floor shifts. With a flick of the artificer's wrist, the magic-driven missile hurls itself at the deranged cultist with bone crushing force.
Casting Catapult, DC 15 Dex save or take 11 Bludgeoning damage
"Something is very wrong. Do not be getting close." Joren's warning is more instinctive than reasoned.
Feeling wounded and spent, Joren swings the flat of his Dunamis Greatsword from his echo's position at not-Andra's hand. The one holding the befouled dagger, to try to knock it away and stop whatever foul ritual this is. But as his eyes dart across the room, Joren becomes too distracted to set his stance properly and Vilus' thunderous spell throws his balance off an instant before his echo is obliterated by the shattering effect.
(Dunamis Greatsword to hit: 9, Damage: 6 slashing). Echo destroyed by thunder damage regardless of save.
Joren holds position at the door, a wry expression on his face. "Last time, we were blowing up the Hydaelim in Tensmith all on our own," he deadpans at Samir with gallows humor. "Now nightmare Andra is defacing it with his black goo-covered knife. Come on, what's the worst that could happen?"
Gritting his teeth, Joren summons his echo once more with his bonus action, sending it forward into melee with not-Andra again.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Malachi is frozen in indecision and a bit of confusion as the scene unfolds in the room in front of him. Whatever spell he was thinking about was momentarily forgotten as he tried to take in what Andra was doing to the Hydaelim. “We must free the magic contained inside” he remembered vividly what happened when they destroyed the one in Tensmith “But what is Andra doing to it? Corrupting it? Is it a greater danger to release now?”
As soon as Ashley sees Andra, anger rises inside her, her hair goes up in a whoosh of flames. She is about to rush in, regardless of the notes of warnings from her friends. But when the man? turns his head and she sees the ghastly image he has become, she stops short in her tracks.
One thing she did not want to happen was the man somehow escaping them, so she thrusts her hand forward, palm up and as though pushing it through hard mud, she starts mumbling familiar words the group has heard several times.
The group look toward Andra, and sure enough, a giant, earthen hand emerges from the shattered ground and attempts to wrap it's fingers around the twisted cultist. STR save 14 - if failed, he's restrained and takes 10 bludgeoning damage.
Andra makes no effort to avoid the rock that Samir hurls at his face as the echo's mist washes across his face. The stone's impact leaves a deep gash across his cheek. Samir thinks he sees bone. Andra rises and takes a step forward. The earthen fingers close around him, but he takes another step forward and breaks right through them. He smiles his queasy smile and reaches up with both hands. "Now let me open your eyes in return!"
All ten of his fingers dig into the cash on his forehead, and he begins to pull the skin apart. The purple ooze drips out faster, and the parting skin slowly reveals a massive bloodshot eye, shot through with veins of purple. The pupil suddenly contracts to a pinpoint before dilating to overtake nearly the whole eye. The sudden change sends a ripple through the room. Looking into the yawning pupil reveals truths. Forbidden, unknowable truths of the void. Of the nothing. Of the beyond. Truths that threaten to crack the psyche and overtake the mind in a destructive flood.
(Everyone make a wisdom Save DC 17 or suffer the effects of confusion)
Malachi stares into the unblinking eye, stares into the void and nothingness beyond and remembers the visions flooding into his mind when he was linked with Vilus, remembers the slithering sensation and reassuring words of his own passenger and laughs. “You think you can open our eyes? You think you know great secrets of your master? You are but a child, playing with the scraps he has left you, things you do not understand.” Malachi narrows his eyes and sends a burst of psychic [Tooltip Not Found] directly into the eye in Andra’s forehead.
(DC 14 INT save or take 17 psychic damage and can't take a reaction until the end of his next turn. On Andra's next turn he must choose between a move, action or bonus action, he only gets one of the three. Half damage on a save and none of the other effects.)
Spell is Tasha's Mind Whip
The eye winks shut as if recoiling in pain from Malachi's spell and Andra staggers back a step. (Took full damage and suffers from the effects)
Then the eye opens again. The pupil dilates once more and seems to draw in the light. The two torches on the wall gutter out, leaving the hydaelym as the only dim illumination in the room. The shadows of the corpses on the ground stretch long. Then the shadows start to prop themselves up on their arms, rising from the ground and turning to face Joren and the others with shadowy daggers in hand. Joren suddenly thinks back to the shadows they'd faced in the tunnels when traveling under the forest.
Instinctively, Samir averts his eyes away from the horrid thing opening in Andra's forehead, the pulse of that unclean arcanum warning him away in time. Feeling the spell pass through himself and the others, he snaps his head back around towards the enemy and tries to steady his racing heart and lurching breath. As the torches extinguish, and the shadows begin to rise, he gropes through memory to try and recall what he had seen of these things before, but so much had happened since then. He can think only of light, and of fire, and his hand snaps out to hurl a small disc into the very spot where one of the tenebrous creatures was rising. Flame lurches upwards in an orange and red cascade from the disc, shedding both light and flame.
Casting Create bonfire on the closest shadow (SH3). DC 15 Dex save or 6 magical fire damage.
When the eye first opens, Vilus is caught off guard by the rush of familiar forbidden truths known only to an observer of all.
When Vilus interacts with this arcane void he tends to dip in and out, taking only what he needs and retreating with minimal damage to his psyche. He sees how far and how deep Andra has greedily plunged himself and it sends terror shooting though Vilus' brain like a cold shower.
Is this truly what awaits him in the future? no, his friends would kill him if he became a danger like this... they promised, right? His mind numbs and then focuses to his new leg, a gift from Ash, not the behaviour of someone prepared to kill him...
He dreads the sight in front of him, of Andra's mutilated form and the potential that it holds for Vilus, but manages to pull his mind free from the spiralling void having missed his chance to act this turn.
Ashley walks blindly forward towards the madman in her state of confusion. As the confusion is broken, she looks around and finds herself much closer to the disfigured Andra than she had planned on being. but looking upon his countenance, she finds anger starting to overcome her fear. What the hell had he been playing with? Who was this man and what was he trying to accomplish? Was this his way of getting closer to Razmus or was she way off base?
As she is thinking these thoughts Andra raises the shadows and she finds herself cut off from her friends. Casting bane, she targets Andra, and the two shadows between her and her friends (3&4). CHA save 14
Frustrated that she lost her earthen hand in the confusion, she stands her ground.