The hulking green ogre being able to perceive Galyxx was a shock, but when Galyxx turned to regard the fiend, it felt a similar, fainter echo of that same pulsing call which had drawn it here.<br/><br/><em>I.....know you.<br/><br/>The serpentine woman now writhing in the grip of her own throne-like chair, and the bloated slime-covered fish sporting a woman's head, evoked similar ripples of recognizance. But they remained teasingly out of reach, drowned beneath the deafening siren call of a third seat at the great round table. If it could be called a seat at all, for even with Galyxx's full attention it was elusive. Whatever stone it was carved from was darker than the deepest Void, drinking in the light so strongly that it cast its surroundings into murky shadow by proximity. It felt like absolutely nothing, it felt like home. And if the ogre magi who knew Galyxx was correct, it felt like <em>answers</em>. Without another word, Galyxx drifted across the chamber, settling itself atop the inky seat. It was solid, and as it made contact, Galyxx REMEMBERED.<br/><br/>What was long lost, torn away and hidden, was now returned. A mortal killer and stalker of peerless skill and endless bloodthirstiness, one who lived on in legends long after it had been slain. Whether it had been male or female, human or elf or dwarf or orc, remained unknown. For the Phantom whose shattered soul had become Galyxx had itself forgotten those things. Through magical shapeshifting and disguises, through deep-hypnotic trances and phantasmic overlays, it had worn so many faces and names that its original identity ceased to have meaning. But it remembered other things, the amalgamate person that the Phantom had been. Dedicated to the point of zealous mania in its pursuit of death and bloodshed. A boundless and varied sense of humor, with a penchant for pranks bordering on the malicious without ever quite stepping over the line. A private, utter certainty that some hidden secret of reality could be revealed if only it killed the right person. Galyxx had been a guecubu before the first guecubu had been born, its mortal soul tainted with the first fragment of a dead god's nightmare, and that corruption had drawn portions of it to the Abyss. But now its sundered soul was whole once more. Now it was ready to pursue its destiny.<br/><br/></em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Empowerment</div><div class="spoiler_body">The castle and its occupants - except for Galyxx itself - exist in a twilight state between life and death. They can choose to be healed by either positive or negative energy at their discretion, and the Castle itself can benefit from healing spells cast upon it if damaged.<br/><br/>Galyxx gains the Project Image ability. Its visage is a humanoid figure of average size, wearing a long black hooded cloak. No face is visible when the hood is up, and the face is never the same person twice whenever it comes down.<br/></div></div>