Sen normally didn't require very much sleep to function.  He was usually late to sleep, and tended to rise very early in the morning.<br/><br/>This night, however, was an exception to the rule, as Sen visibly shivered, and not from the cold.<br/><br/>He was back at home, and there was cheering.  He could never forget that day - the day the evil orcs were driven from his home.  The day his tribe could live again.  The first time many of them had seen the sun in months, or sometimes years.  It was a circle, and the goblins were cheering.<br/><br/>But it wasn't right.<br/><br/>They weren't cheering on Dankil.  The familiar face, the friendly presence was completely missing from this happy scene.  Instead, they were cheering on a... a presence.  A malicious evil force, which was devouring them.<br/><br/>And all at once, Sen felt himself in its arms.  He tried to breathe but could not, tried to struggle but it seemed futile.  One by one, the cheering was silenced.  It felt like a thousand frozen hands were pulling him down... downwards...<br/><br/>This is when Sen's eyes jerked open.<br/><br/>Teeth chattering, he curled himself up in his winter blanket for a moment.  His mind was a daze, he was still horribly uncomfortable with the idea... with the fact that vore could be used for domination and control.  He'd known about it, not too long ago, with the mice from town...  but something in the air made it sink in, closer to home.<br/><br/>He sat there, waiting for his heart to return to its normal pace.  Gradually, his eyes and ears focused on the world around him. Gradually, his breathing became less ragged.<br/><br/>It was Chrrou's statement that 'Something feels wrong' which caused him to fully become awake.  Taking a deep breath, he focused on the cold for clarity.  As it tended to, focusing on his talents made him a bit more... well, relaxed, as he began to think, and pray.<br/><br/>((Knowledge: Religion check: 1d20(4) + 7 = 11, success))<br/>((Knowledge: The Planes check: 1d20(17) + 6 = 23, success))<br/><br/>And he stood up.<br/><br/>He actually was going to suggest what he knew immediately, but Geno's idea to get moving was a good one.  As such, he gathered up his things in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>"I think - "<br/><br/>Having abruptly called attention to himself, he shrunk back for a moment before continuing, "I think... er... it feels like this... this feeling is a planar one.  I mean - I was taught to recognize this effect.  It's something like you'd feel for a... a devil.  One of the devil's lower planes."<br/><br/>He exhaled. "I think holy water or protection s-spells would help shield us from the effects for a short time, but they won't last for more than a f-few minutes."<br/><br/>He fingered his holy symbol, things packed away. "But I c-can help with the cold, at least."  And, after casting it on himself, he noted Takal's more immediate shivering and touched him softly on the side.  For an instant, it looked like thick fur was covering Takal's body.  The visual effect faded, but the spell's effect did not, as Sen turned around.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>((Spell used was Endure Elements:m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/endureElements.htm">http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/endureElements.htm</a>m))<br/><br/>((Sorry I was gone so long... had a long vacation, then was distracted by things starting up for fall.))