<strong>Kirrillim, Raven-Prince<br/>Hatching plans and hatching...other things</strong><br/><br/><br/>"Dicking...around..."<br/><br/>Kir didn't have his book of "Cheesey Adventurer Slang" to hand so he wasn't exactly sure what the Drow woman meant, but he got the jist that Giselle wasn't a fan of his ritual-spells. He didn't have his Drow-translator to hand either, but Kir was pretty sure it wasn't an elven, or even a dark-elven phrase.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, the Raven Prince was suddenly bathed in light. Looking behind him, he saw a small, smiling being, an enchanter of some sort, and clearly with an affinity for light. Kir nodded at him silently in an appreciation of the light that the fox-spirit had just conjured up for group.<br/><br/>When the two recently-dead cadavers rose to attempt to maul the group again, Kir watched as Edgar dispatched one, and then underwent a transformation. The Raven Prince was very interested in the white-haired man's apparant demon heritage, and, after making sure the transformed Edgar wasn't in fact going to gobble his companions up, he idly dispatched the risen-monk. Ducking underneath it's lunge, Kir came up behind it, and, with his wrist-talons, twisted and carved at the neck in one fluid motion until the monk's head<em>popped</em>off.<br/><br/>As the body slumped to the ground, Kir looked around and saw a slathering mass of voidspawn chittering across the floor. Tossing the monk's head at them, he was about to go through another ritual to hold the gribbly blighters back, when he heard an irate shreiking from beyond.<br/><br/>His glittering dark eyes searching underneath his mask, Kir picked out a figure in the gloom to whom the voice belonged. Apparantly the woman...no doubt she wasn't<em>just</em>a woman...didn't hold Giselle in particularly high regards.<br/><br/><em>Well, me either, my mysterious distant friend.</em><br/><br/>Whilst the bossy Drow woman began prattling on about demons and weapons, Kir went about his work. Having no further targets to concentrate his weapons on, he turned his concentration back to the only other thing he could see. That was, the small and dangerous-looking nether-spawn.<br/><br/><em>Spawned from what, I wonder...</em><br/><br/>Taking out a bunch of seeds from a pouch, Kir mumbled words over them as he scattered them onto the floor. They began to pop, and hiss, and...take life.<br/><br/>"Sprout. Find life. Expand on it. Grow. Find teeth. Sharpen them. Slay. Find enemies. Consume them."<br/><br/>Kir went over this again and again, and the seedlings beneath his feet sprouted tendrils, vicious sharp-looking thorns, from which leaked a viscous acidic-substance. Squeaking hungrily, the mass of ravenous seedlings slithered towards the mass of Voidspawn and began molesting them.<br/><br/>The Raven Prince didn't think the seedlings on their own would defeat the Voidspawn, but then, that was what a group was for, eh? Now, where was that cleric-woman...<br/><br/>Kir looked behind him, to the fox-spirit and for Luminita. He could no longer see the former, but he spoke towards where he hoped he and Luminita were anyway.<br/><br/>"Now if either one of you could give my little pets a blessing, or a prayer, or something distinctively holy, something you clerics are rather good at...then we can take bets on which one of my friends will eat the most voidspawn."<br/><br/>Kir idly looked up to where Giselle was shouting from, a blue explosion drenching the cavern in an eerie azure light to match Jiro's.<br/><br/>"Hey. Drow. Stop dicking around and fight."