*I defeated that Son of Amina with serious skill. Am I being cheeky to ask for a level up?*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The great spirit grins. "Shhh... people are trying to read." He stage whispers. "And that radiance... well, if it can harm me, it can certainly harm these ancient tomes. Imagine if the King found out you destroyed the only books about the Frenzied Flame, for example..." He giggles quietly as he holds up the book he was reading. "...very, very rare, you see."
The Beastknights body glows as holy light brightens the room fully. "Leave now. You are intruding on the Kings Library and I will not permit this disrespect." he says, voice doubling.
Magical darkness suddenly fills the room, blocking his light to the point that it doesn't shine further than 5ft. "Or what?"
CHA save or any senses you use to see in the dark, such as blindsight, truesight, or devil's sight, have their range halved.
The Knight can hear the spirits drawing close, but they seem to be invisible, merged with the shadows.
"There are so many innocent people in this library... so many rare tomes... careful where you swing..."
CHA: 14
*Oof, fail.*
The Beastknight roars in rage, the light blasting through the library.
*I invoke his godly light. Useable once per week. Light floods an area of my choice, making it bright and enemies need to make a wisdom save or be blinded.*
The lesser spirits, with their pathetic Wisdom modifiers, all fail, falling down and bringing many fragile books with them. The greater spirit, however, is nowhere to be seen.
*The Egregore uses his Flee the Light legendary action, using all of them to just teleport to the nearest space of complete darkness.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The great spirit grins. "Shhh... people are trying to read." He stage whispers. "And that radiance... well, if it can harm me, it can certainly harm these ancient tomes. Imagine if the King found out you destroyed the only books about the Frenzied Flame, for example..." He giggles quietly as he holds up the book he was reading. "...very, very rare, you see."
The Beastknights body glows as holy light brightens the room fully. "Leave now. You are intruding on the Kings Library and I will not permit this disrespect." he says, voice doubling.
Magical darkness suddenly fills the room, blocking his light to the point that it doesn't shine further than 5ft. "Or what?"
CHA save or any senses you use to see in the dark, such as blindsight, truesight, or devil's sight, have their range halved.
The Knight can hear the spirits drawing close, but they seem to be invisible, merged with the shadows.
"There are so many innocent people in this library... so many rare tomes... careful where you swing..."
CHA: 14
*Oof, fail.*
The Beastknight roars in rage, the light blasting through the library.
*I invoke his godly light. Useable once per week. Light floods an area of my choice, making it bright and enemies need to make a wisdom save or be blinded.*
The lesser spirits, with their pathetic Wisdom modifiers, all fail, falling down and bringing many fragile books with them. The greater spirit, however, is nowhere to be seen.
*The Egregore uses his Flee the Light legendary action, using all of them to just teleport to the nearest space of complete darkness.*
The Beastknight breaths heavily, glowing with his inner light.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Beastknight roars in rage, the light blasting through the library.
*I invoke his godly light. Useable once per week. Light floods an area of my choice, making it bright and enemies need to make a wisdom save or be blinded.*
The lesser spirits, with their pathetic Wisdom modifiers, all fail, falling down and bringing many fragile books with them. The greater spirit, however, is nowhere to be seen.
*The Egregore uses his Flee the Light legendary action, using all of them to just teleport to the nearest space of complete darkness.*
The Beastknight breaths heavily, glowing with his inner light.
There doesn't seem to be evidence that the greater spirit is present at all. There are damaged books and pages littered all over the floor from when the lesser spirits fell. The almost pitiful things scramble for any darkness, only to find none.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"...I am... Helianth..." Helianth drops the crushed apple's remains on the ground. coiling its gnarled roots around another nearby.
"Got any siblings? Hobbies? Favorite color, perchance?" This barrel Bob happens to be very chatty.
"...Such things... hold little... meaning... to me..." The flower crushes the second apple, draining and discarding it like the last. "...I came here... seeking... the sun..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*My word. You've started combat in the library. For Theren and Baalz:*
A thin man steps out from between a shadow and a shelf. It can't be determined how long he has been present, and he doesn't display any of the physical exhaustion that would have resulted from a rush to get here. He is dressed in a tweed suit and one long slender arm is held behind his back while the other holds a tarnished candle dish with a single solitary candle burning brightly. The candle light thickens the shadows that cling tightly to his frame and casts a glare across his large, round spectacles, veiling his eyes from view. His forehead has stolen much of his hair's territory and has broken so much of its pride that it lays in thin, unkempt, grey clouds around the back of his head. The Librarian's skin is not the pasty white of a man starved of the sun's touch, rather it has the yellowed tint of aged parchment. The chirp of an unseen bird sounds at his appearance.
"Forgive me for not appearing sooner. I was distracted by my studies of... no doubt that is why you're here, isn't it? The Frenzied Flame? It is quite the interesting turn of events now isn't it?" He turns his head only slightly towards Beastknight, "Beastknight, what cause do you have to come blasting your holy light throughout my library? I find it offensive that you do not believe I can guard my own kingdom sufficiently. If I needed your aid I would have called on it."
*My word. You've started combat in the library. For Theren and Baalz:*
A thin man steps out from between a shadow and a shelf. It can't be determined how long he has been present, and he doesn't display any of the physical exhaustion that would have resulted from a rush to get here. He is dressed in a tweed suit and one long slender arm is held behind his back while the other holds a tarnished candle dish with a single solitary candle burning brightly. The candle light thickens the shadows that cling tightly to his frame and casts a glare across his large, round spectacles, veiling his eyes from view. His forehead has stolen much of his hair's territory and has broken so much of its pride that it lays in thin, unkempt, grey clouds around the back of his head. The Librarian's skin is not the pasty white of a man starved of the sun's touch, rather it has the yellowed tint of aged parchment. The chirp of an unseen bird sounds at his appearance.
"Forgive me for not appearing sooner. I was distracted by my studies of... no doubt that is why you're here, isn't it? The Frenzied Flame? It is quite the interesting turn of events now isn't it?" He turns his head only slightly towards Beastknight, "Beastknight, what cause do you have to come blasting your holy light throughout my library? I find it offensive that you do not believe I can guard my own kingdom sufficiently. If I needed your aid I would have called on it."
The Egregore cannot manifest in this room since it's too bright. He calls from down the hall, "Thank you, Mr. Librarian. I do believe that I would much rather fight someone who knows how to not destroy precious tomes. I mean no harm, but I must get my hands on that Flame. It is my condition for being summoned to this glorious country, and I would rather not leave. I only need a bit, so don't expect me to stick around after I grab a piece."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*My word. You've started combat in the library. For Theren and Baalz:*
A thin man steps out from between a shadow and a shelf. It can't be determined how long he has been present, and he doesn't display any of the physical exhaustion that would have resulted from a rush to get here. He is dressed in a tweed suit and one long slender arm is held behind his back while the other holds a tarnished candle dish with a single solitary candle burning brightly. The candle light thickens the shadows that cling tightly to his frame and casts a glare across his large, round spectacles, veiling his eyes from view. His forehead has stolen much of his hair's territory and has broken so much of its pride that it lays in thin, unkempt, grey clouds around the back of his head. The Librarian's skin is not the pasty white of a man starved of the sun's touch, rather it has the yellowed tint of aged parchment. The chirp of an unseen bird sounds at his appearance.
"Forgive me for not appearing sooner. I was distracted by my studies of... no doubt that is why you're here, isn't it? The Frenzied Flame? It is quite the interesting turn of events now isn't it?" He turns his head only slightly towards Beastknight, "Beastknight, what cause do you have to come blasting your holy light throughout my library? I find it offensive that you do not believe I can guard my own kingdom sufficiently. If I needed your aid I would have called on it."
The Egregore cannot manifest in this room since it's too bright. He calls from down the hall, "Thank you, Mr. Librarian. I do believe that I would much rather fight someone who knows how to not destroy precious tomes. I mean no harm, but I must get my hands on that Flame. It is my condition for being summoned to this glorious country, and I would rather not leave. I only need a bit, so don't expect me to stick around after I grab a piece."
"I will not discuss this matter at a distance." He raises his thin fingered hand into the air and twirls his fingers about in the air, seemingly gathering the light close to him. Then he pinches the radiance between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight. The room dims as the light is pulled between his fingers and squashed into a thin fleck of light. He flicks the fragment into his breast pocket. Now the room has returned to its gloom soaked state from before. "There. Come in here, sir. I want to get a good look at who I'm speaking to."
*My word. You've started combat in the library. For Theren and Baalz:*
A thin man steps out from between a shadow and a shelf. It can't be determined how long he has been present, and he doesn't display any of the physical exhaustion that would have resulted from a rush to get here. He is dressed in a tweed suit and one long slender arm is held behind his back while the other holds a tarnished candle dish with a single solitary candle burning brightly. The candle light thickens the shadows that cling tightly to his frame and casts a glare across his large, round spectacles, veiling his eyes from view. His forehead has stolen much of his hair's territory and has broken so much of its pride that it lays in thin, unkempt, grey clouds around the back of his head. The Librarian's skin is not the pasty white of a man starved of the sun's touch, rather it has the yellowed tint of aged parchment. The chirp of an unseen bird sounds at his appearance.
"Forgive me for not appearing sooner. I was distracted by my studies of... no doubt that is why you're here, isn't it? The Frenzied Flame? It is quite the interesting turn of events now isn't it?" He turns his head only slightly towards Beastknight, "Beastknight, what cause do you have to come blasting your holy light throughout my library? I find it offensive that you do not believe I can guard my own kingdom sufficiently. If I needed your aid I would have called on it."
The Egregore cannot manifest in this room since it's too bright. He calls from down the hall, "Thank you, Mr. Librarian. I do believe that I would much rather fight someone who knows how to not destroy precious tomes. I mean no harm, but I must get my hands on that Flame. It is my condition for being summoned to this glorious country, and I would rather not leave. I only need a bit, so don't expect me to stick around after I grab a piece."
"I will not discuss this matter at a distance." He raises his thin fingered hand into the air and twirls his fingers about in the air, seemingly gathering the light close to him. Then he pinches the radiance between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight. The room dims as the light is pulled between his fingers and squashed into a thin fleck of light. He flicks the fragment into his breast pocket. Now the room has returned to its gloom soaked state from before. "There. Come in here, sir. I want to get a good look at who I'm speaking to."
The Egregore manifests in his usual way, with all the smoke and metaphorical mirrors. He bows and speaks softly so as not to further disturb the few remaining readers in the library. "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that our paths have crossed in such a way. On any other day, I would have respected your work. Unfortunately, I quite desperately need to capture a bit of light from that flame. The flame itself is yours to keep, of course. I would never take such a thing from you, let alone the King."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*My word. You've started combat in the library. For Theren and Baalz:*
A thin man steps out from between a shadow and a shelf. It can't be determined how long he has been present, and he doesn't display any of the physical exhaustion that would have resulted from a rush to get here. He is dressed in a tweed suit and one long slender arm is held behind his back while the other holds a tarnished candle dish with a single solitary candle burning brightly. The candle light thickens the shadows that cling tightly to his frame and casts a glare across his large, round spectacles, veiling his eyes from view. His forehead has stolen much of his hair's territory and has broken so much of its pride that it lays in thin, unkempt, grey clouds around the back of his head. The Librarian's skin is not the pasty white of a man starved of the sun's touch, rather it has the yellowed tint of aged parchment. The chirp of an unseen bird sounds at his appearance.
"Forgive me for not appearing sooner. I was distracted by my studies of... no doubt that is why you're here, isn't it? The Frenzied Flame? It is quite the interesting turn of events now isn't it?" He turns his head only slightly towards Beastknight, "Beastknight, what cause do you have to come blasting your holy light throughout my library? I find it offensive that you do not believe I can guard my own kingdom sufficiently. If I needed your aid I would have called on it."
The Egregore cannot manifest in this room since it's too bright. He calls from down the hall, "Thank you, Mr. Librarian. I do believe that I would much rather fight someone who knows how to not destroy precious tomes. I mean no harm, but I must get my hands on that Flame. It is my condition for being summoned to this glorious country, and I would rather not leave. I only need a bit, so don't expect me to stick around after I grab a piece."
"I will not discuss this matter at a distance." He raises his thin fingered hand into the air and twirls his fingers about in the air, seemingly gathering the light close to him. Then he pinches the radiance between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight. The room dims as the light is pulled between his fingers and squashed into a thin fleck of light. He flicks the fragment into his breast pocket. Now the room has returned to its gloom soaked state from before. "There. Come in here, sir. I want to get a good look at who I'm speaking to."
The Egregore manifests in his usual way, with all the smoke and metaphorical mirrors. He bows and speaks softly so as not to further disturb the few remaining readers in the library. "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that our paths have crossed in such a way. On any other day, I would have respected your work. Unfortunately, I quite desperately need to capture a bit of light from that flame. The flame itself is yours to keep, of course. I would never take such a thing from you, let alone the King."
He listens silently. Then he reaches up to his spectacles and pulls them farther down his long, sharp nose to look at you over them. One eye is a round, empty eye socket. A well of deep blackness. The other is filled with a small, brown bird. The bird sits inside the eye socket and examines you with its beady, black eyes. "You seek but a fragment of the flame? What use does it have for you?"
The Egregore manifests in his usual way, with all the smoke and metaphorical mirrors. He bows and speaks softly so as not to further disturb the few remaining readers in the library. "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that our paths have crossed in such a way. On any other day, I would have respected your work. Unfortunately, I quite desperately need to capture a bit of light from that flame. The flame itself is yours to keep, of course. I would never take such a thing from you, let alone the King."
He listens silently. Then he reaches up to his spectacles and pulls them farther down his long, sharp nose to look at you over them. One eye is a round, empty eye socket. A well of deep blackness. The other is filled with a small, brown bird. The bird sits inside the eye socket and examines you with its beady, black eyes. "You seek but a fragment of the flame? What use does it have for you?"
The Egregore chuckles nearly inaudibly. "None at all, sir. A friend of mine made a promise to cook the light, though. He was an old apprentice, and he called me here to help. A gentle soul and a brilliant cook, but his culinary tastes forced me to remove him from my employ. He has an obsession with preparing things that by their very nature should be left well enough alone. He even got his hands on tarrasque meat once, if you can believe it. Troll flesh sashimi was where I drew the line. But none of this is useful to you. I ramble. But he is very accomplished at this sort of thing. He took Oinoloth and made it safe to eat. I'm sure he could do the same with the light from this Flame."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He listens silently. Then he reaches up to his spectacles and pulls them farther down his long, sharp nose to look at you over them. One eye is a round, empty eye socket. A well of deep blackness. The other is filled with a small, brown bird. The bird sits inside the eye socket and examines you with its beady, black eyes. "You seek but a fragment of the flame? What use does it have for you?"
The Egregore chuckles nearly inaudibly. "None at all, sir. A friend of mine made a promise to cook the light, though. He was an old apprentice, and he called me here to help. A gentle soul and a brilliant cook, but his culinary tastes forced me to remove him from my employ. He has an obsession with preparing things that by their very nature should be left well enough alone. He even got his hands on tarrasque meat once, if you can believe it. Troll flesh sashimi was where I drew the line. But none of this is useful to you. I ramble. But he is very accomplished at this sort of thing. He took Oinoloth and made it safe to eat. I'm sure he could do the same with the light from this Flame."
"I'm sure he could. He sounds like quite the master of the culinary arts. If he ever writes a cook book let me know. I would love to add it to my collection. Unfortunately, I don't believe I can grant you access to the Flame. The King gave it to me to safeguard. I'd rather not betray his trust. Good day." He looks like he is about to turn and walk away but he still seems interested in your affair here.
He listens silently. Then he reaches up to his spectacles and pulls them farther down his long, sharp nose to look at you over them. One eye is a round, empty eye socket. A well of deep blackness. The other is filled with a small, brown bird. The bird sits inside the eye socket and examines you with its beady, black eyes. "You seek but a fragment of the flame? What use does it have for you?"
The Egregore chuckles nearly inaudibly. "None at all, sir. A friend of mine made a promise to cook the light, though. He was an old apprentice, and he called me here to help. A gentle soul and a brilliant cook, but his culinary tastes forced me to remove him from my employ. He has an obsession with preparing things that by their very nature should be left well enough alone. He even got his hands on tarrasque meat once, if you can believe it. Troll flesh sashimi was where I drew the line. But none of this is useful to you. I ramble. But he is very accomplished at this sort of thing. He took Oinoloth and made it safe to eat. I'm sure he could do the same with the light from this Flame."
"I'm sure he could. He sounds like quite the master of the culinary arts. If he ever writes a cook book let me know. I would love to add it to my collection. Unfortunately, I don't believe I can grant you access to the Flame. The King gave it to me to safeguard. I'd rather not betray his trust. Good day." He looks like he is about to turn and walk away but he still seems interested in your affair here.
"Worry not. I'm sure the King wouldn't blame you if you had no way to prevent the theft. You won't even notice that I took it. After all, you haven't so far." He grins.
(Egregore has many Mage Hands and clairvoyance through them. He's been searching the entire library this whole time.)
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm sure he could. He sounds like quite the master of the culinary arts. If he ever writes a cook book let me know. I would love to add it to my collection. Unfortunately, I don't believe I can grant you access to the Flame. The King gave it to me to safeguard. I'd rather not betray his trust. Good day." He looks like he is about to turn and walk away but he still seems interested in your affair here.
"Worry not. I'm sure the King wouldn't blame you if you had no way to prevent the theft. You won't even notice that I took it. After all, you haven't so far." He grins.
(Egregore has many Mage Hands and clairvoyance through them. He's been searching the entire library this whole time.)
"I would know if you had taken it. I left my other pair of eyes with the...." Then a shocked expression tears across his face. His other bird eye may have been in his study with the torch, but he had been distracted reading a history of Muspelheim. When his bird flitted back to the stand with the flame-full cornucopia he found that it was gone. He almost drops his candle in shock. "No! How did you...?" One slender hand shoots into his breast pocket, pulling out the fleck of radiance he captured. He clenches it hard in his outstretched fist and searing radiance shines out in brilliant shafts from between his fingers. "Return it at once!"
"I'm sure he could. He sounds like quite the master of the culinary arts. If he ever writes a cook book let me know. I would love to add it to my collection. Unfortunately, I don't believe I can grant you access to the Flame. The King gave it to me to safeguard. I'd rather not betray his trust. Good day." He looks like he is about to turn and walk away but he still seems interested in your affair here.
"Worry not. I'm sure the King wouldn't blame you if you had no way to prevent the theft. You won't even notice that I took it. After all, you haven't so far." He grins.
(Egregore has many Mage Hands and clairvoyance through them. He's been searching the entire library this whole time.)
"I would know if you had taken it. I left my other pair of eyes with the...." Then a shocked expression tears across his face. His other bird eye may have been in his study with the torch, but he had been distracted reading a history of Muspelheim. When his bird flitted back to the stand with the flame-full cornucopia he found that it was gone. He almost drops his candle in shock. "No! How did you...?" One slender hand shoots into his breast pocket, pulling out the fleck of radiance he captured. He clenches it hard in his outstretched fist and searing radiance shines out in brilliant shafts from between his fingers. "Return it at once!"
*That is so funny I'm not even going to question it*
"Or what?" the illusion dissipates. "You'll blind my Mislead spell?" His laughter echoes and fades. The cornucopia lies on the ground where he stood, the flames now devoid of light as they crackle and burn.
(Egregore can cast Mislead with no components and teleport as the same bonus action. He's built as a CR 30 trickster, so you know he's got some insane toys up his sleeve to make up for his frailty.)
(No ventriloquism, though. I should add that.)
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
The lesser spirits, with their pathetic Wisdom modifiers, all fail, falling down and bringing many fragile books with them. The greater spirit, however, is nowhere to be seen.
*The Egregore uses his Flee the Light legendary action, using all of them to just teleport to the nearest space of complete darkness.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Beastknight breaths heavily, glowing with his inner light.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There doesn't seem to be evidence that the greater spirit is present at all. There are damaged books and pages littered all over the floor from when the lesser spirits fell. The almost pitiful things scramble for any darkness, only to find none.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Dark isn't on so he can't answer your question or run any ghouls for you*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Got any siblings? Hobbies? Favorite color, perchance?" This barrel Bob happens to be very chatty.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"...Such things... hold little... meaning... to me..." The flower crushes the second apple, draining and discarding it like the last. "...I came here... seeking... the sun..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm back now (probably) so I'll try to catch up.*
*Sorry, I was in a meeting. Sure, you can level up. (Though an argument could be made that easily overcoming a challenge does not result in growth.)*
*My word. You've started combat in the library. For Theren and Baalz:*
A thin man steps out from between a shadow and a shelf. It can't be determined how long he has been present, and he doesn't display any of the physical exhaustion that would have resulted from a rush to get here. He is dressed in a tweed suit and one long slender arm is held behind his back while the other holds a tarnished candle dish with a single solitary candle burning brightly. The candle light thickens the shadows that cling tightly to his frame and casts a glare across his large, round spectacles, veiling his eyes from view. His forehead has stolen much of his hair's territory and has broken so much of its pride that it lays in thin, unkempt, grey clouds around the back of his head. The Librarian's skin is not the pasty white of a man starved of the sun's touch, rather it has the yellowed tint of aged parchment. The chirp of an unseen bird sounds at his appearance.
"Forgive me for not appearing sooner. I was distracted by my studies of... no doubt that is why you're here, isn't it? The Frenzied Flame? It is quite the interesting turn of events now isn't it?" He turns his head only slightly towards Beastknight, "Beastknight, what cause do you have to come blasting your holy light throughout my library? I find it offensive that you do not believe I can guard my own kingdom sufficiently. If I needed your aid I would have called on it."
The Egregore cannot manifest in this room since it's too bright. He calls from down the hall, "Thank you, Mr. Librarian. I do believe that I would much rather fight someone who knows how to not destroy precious tomes. I mean no harm, but I must get my hands on that Flame. It is my condition for being summoned to this glorious country, and I would rather not leave. I only need a bit, so don't expect me to stick around after I grab a piece."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I will not discuss this matter at a distance." He raises his thin fingered hand into the air and twirls his fingers about in the air, seemingly gathering the light close to him. Then he pinches the radiance between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight. The room dims as the light is pulled between his fingers and squashed into a thin fleck of light. He flicks the fragment into his breast pocket. Now the room has returned to its gloom soaked state from before. "There. Come in here, sir. I want to get a good look at who I'm speaking to."
The Egregore manifests in his usual way, with all the smoke and metaphorical mirrors. He bows and speaks softly so as not to further disturb the few remaining readers in the library. "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that our paths have crossed in such a way. On any other day, I would have respected your work. Unfortunately, I quite desperately need to capture a bit of light from that flame. The flame itself is yours to keep, of course. I would never take such a thing from you, let alone the King."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He listens silently. Then he reaches up to his spectacles and pulls them farther down his long, sharp nose to look at you over them. One eye is a round, empty eye socket. A well of deep blackness. The other is filled with a small, brown bird. The bird sits inside the eye socket and examines you with its beady, black eyes. "You seek but a fragment of the flame? What use does it have for you?"
The Egregore chuckles nearly inaudibly. "None at all, sir. A friend of mine made a promise to cook the light, though. He was an old apprentice, and he called me here to help. A gentle soul and a brilliant cook, but his culinary tastes forced me to remove him from my employ. He has an obsession with preparing things that by their very nature should be left well enough alone. He even got his hands on tarrasque meat once, if you can believe it. Troll flesh sashimi was where I drew the line. But none of this is useful to you. I ramble. But he is very accomplished at this sort of thing. He took Oinoloth and made it safe to eat. I'm sure he could do the same with the light from this Flame."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm sure he could. He sounds like quite the master of the culinary arts. If he ever writes a cook book let me know. I would love to add it to my collection. Unfortunately, I don't believe I can grant you access to the Flame. The King gave it to me to safeguard. I'd rather not betray his trust. Good day." He looks like he is about to turn and walk away but he still seems interested in your affair here.
"Worry not. I'm sure the King wouldn't blame you if you had no way to prevent the theft. You won't even notice that I took it. After all, you haven't so far." He grins.
(Egregore has many Mage Hands and clairvoyance through them. He's been searching the entire library this whole time.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I would know if you had taken it. I left my other pair of eyes with the...." Then a shocked expression tears across his face. His other bird eye may have been in his study with the torch, but he had been distracted reading a history of Muspelheim. When his bird flitted back to the stand with the flame-full cornucopia he found that it was gone. He almost drops his candle in shock. "No! How did you...?" One slender hand shoots into his breast pocket, pulling out the fleck of radiance he captured. He clenches it hard in his outstretched fist and searing radiance shines out in brilliant shafts from between his fingers. "Return it at once!"
*That is so funny I'm not even going to question it*
"Or what?" the illusion dissipates. "You'll blind my Mislead spell?" His laughter echoes and fades. The cornucopia lies on the ground where he stood, the flames now devoid of light as they crackle and burn.
(Egregore can cast Mislead with no components and teleport as the same bonus action. He's built as a CR 30 trickster, so you know he's got some insane toys up his sleeve to make up for his frailty.)
(No ventriloquism, though. I should add that.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.