Incubi Priest
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"I do not follow!" The Cloaked shouted angrily, his fists clenched tight. Obviously a nerve of some sort had been struck by the seemingly harmless wording. "I am but a spider with innumerable eyes that see to all corners of existence, whose sight transcends all dimensions, whose gaze penetrates all souls. I watched your path, and created my web for you to fall into.
But yes, that is why I make my presence known to you. That is why I watch you."
The arachnid kept lurching forward violently, but each time was yanked back as if by some invisible leash. Its head protruded now, revealing a long slug-like neck that ended only in the horrid mouth. The battle had ended, at least temporarily, and that was key. Eamic caught on to this, and hoped he was right.
"Alas! It was not intuition but the Force that guided my thoughts!" Eamic whispered with glee into Alycone's ear, "They cannot harm us if we do not choose to draw ourselves into combat! But what is this strange man before us? Pray, find a way to expose him and gain more insight into his motives."
"You are wrong in believing I am bound by some innate pacifism, Zeltron," the Cloaked retorted, hearing the whisper as if it had been uttered into his own ear, "I am the one that restrains my pet. A mortal cannot withstand the onslaught of the Divine nor the Infernal, of which I am both while neither."
Eamic scoffed and paced slowly, eying his opponent. The man was, while placid, still a threat and the Zeltron (who in all his renowned wisdom was not one to trade cryptic monologue for combat) thirsted for battle once more. It wasn't self control, but rather regrettable fear that stayed his sword.
"My music was not designed for those who will not listen, Eamic." The Cloaked said, his head fixated on Alycone, "And she who has inquired surely appreciates the tunes I am playing. Ask another if you wish: your womb will carry the Blood, and from it all destruction will stem. This entitles you to more music."
But yes, that is why I make my presence known to you. That is why I watch you."
The arachnid kept lurching forward violently, but each time was yanked back as if by some invisible leash. Its head protruded now, revealing a long slug-like neck that ended only in the horrid mouth. The battle had ended, at least temporarily, and that was key. Eamic caught on to this, and hoped he was right.
"Alas! It was not intuition but the Force that guided my thoughts!" Eamic whispered with glee into Alycone's ear, "They cannot harm us if we do not choose to draw ourselves into combat! But what is this strange man before us? Pray, find a way to expose him and gain more insight into his motives."
"You are wrong in believing I am bound by some innate pacifism, Zeltron," the Cloaked retorted, hearing the whisper as if it had been uttered into his own ear, "I am the one that restrains my pet. A mortal cannot withstand the onslaught of the Divine nor the Infernal, of which I am both while neither."
Eamic scoffed and paced slowly, eying his opponent. The man was, while placid, still a threat and the Zeltron (who in all his renowned wisdom was not one to trade cryptic monologue for combat) thirsted for battle once more. It wasn't self control, but rather regrettable fear that stayed his sword.
"My music was not designed for those who will not listen, Eamic." The Cloaked said, his head fixated on Alycone, "And she who has inquired surely appreciates the tunes I am playing. Ask another if you wish: your womb will carry the Blood, and from it all destruction will stem. This entitles you to more music."