Azchellac and Khattal

As soon as weapons are sheathed, two beings in leather armor materialize from the shadows. They introduce themselves as brother tiefling rogues Azchellac and Khattal. They seek treasure here, they say and were trapped in the rooms beyond, unable to go back due to the presence of ‘the one with the flail.’ They point at the sagged corpse. “We offer to fight with you for a share of the loot.” Khattal offers. The party momentarily confer and agree to take the two for allies. Meanwhile, the rooms and bodies are searched yielding some gold and jewelry. Worn by the crazed gnoll, a pair of black leather gloves are taken as well. Casval is given the gauntlets. Upon inspection, he discovers that it funnels the magic one casts and turns the energy into necrotic energy if the caster so decides. ‘Interesting.” Casval mutters. “Now I can cast against those fire-immune, beard-projecting dwarf bastards! Oh, please don’t take offense my dear dwarven friend.” He addresses Yshven, who just humphed and moved away.

Moving the flail-wielding gnolls’ corpse out into the corridor, the party decides to take a short rest in the bedroom. Just then, all the occupants become subject to a mysterious mental attack. One moment it seemed normal and then with a sudden moment of vertigo they find they are alone in a vast, expansive, rocky, other-worldly wasteland. Another bout of vertigo reverted the surround to normal. Unsettled, the experience leave Casval, Quorbin, Yshven and Garrosh mentally drained. No physical disturbances came with the attack and everyone, it seemed even the two tieflings, were subjected to it. No one breeched their silence about it save one of the tieflings saying “Did you notice… oh, never mind.”

~ by Carlo on March 8, 2009.