<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Nyag'thon</strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Host:</em>  <em>Syncope</em></span></div></td></tr><tr><td>(https://i.imgur.com/ceC6tpS.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Syncope was taken slightly by surprise, either by Alactra's sudden teleportation into the empty hall or by her appearance.  She observed the succubus-like woman for a few moments--her gaze either one of admiration or appraisal.  When her green eyes had finished drinking her in she similarly bowed her head in return, "It's alright," she accepted the apology first, "he has?" she added with a vague sense of confusion.  She followed along behind Alactra as she led the way to where the others had already gathered.<br/><br/>"She would suit you well, master," she spoke aloud as she followed, though to whom she was speaking, or about what wasn't clear.<br/><br/><em>Perhapssss...</em>Nyag'thon's mind whispered back to its host,<em>Or perhapsss you simply desire her yourssself...</em><br/><br/>Syncope's cheeks redden faintly as the human stepped into the room amongst a throng of demons, devils, and other monstrosities.  She would have been easy prey in such company had it not been for the lurking creature within her.<br/><br/>Vholdran's greeting was perhaps the only thing that would have drawn attention to the woman, to which Nyag'thon replied to those gathered, whispering its soft, sibilant voice to their minds.<br/><br/><em>We have named her Sssyncope,</em>it explains only briefly,<em>Expected usss...we sssee.  Yes, this is what brings us to this place...</em><br/><br/>Syncope begins to move through the room, giving the others a wide berth, either out of fear or simple prudence.  She seemed to be orbiting the collection of seats, perhaps finding her way to whichever it is that resonated with her master.  She eventually came to stop nearby a simple iron plinth.  It would have hardly even seemed like a seat had it not been around the central table along with the others.  She regarded it curiously while Nyag'thon spoke once more.<br/><br/><em>This...thing offendsss us greatly, and yet we are intrigued by it...</em>its telepathic whisper carried the tone of some measure of venom beneath the calm cadence of its speech.<br/><br/>Syncope reached out a hand towards the iron plinth which responded by unfolding along creases that had been invisible to the naked eye.  The hidden mechanisms unfolded in a fluid, though clockwork manner, moving through a series of geometric shapes until it became a high-backed chair etched with very distinctly ordered runes along the outermost edge.  Her hand retreated slightly after the seat came to a stop, she snarled slightly perhaps only due to Nyag'thon's displeasure with it's distinctly ordered mechanism and appearance.  As the initial revulsion passed she turned to take a seat while the others discussed various things amongst one another.<br/><br/>At first nothing happened but soon a black electric energy coursuscated through the seat causing Syncope to grip onto the arm rests with enough force that it seemed like her fingers might snap in two.  Her teeth grit and her eyes bulged as blood-tears began to trickle down her cheeks, forming a faint rivulet along the scar below her left eye.  Her lips parted in a soundless scream as her flesh began to wriggle and bulge unnaturally.  Nyag'thon's many tendrils flexed and strained beneath Syncope's skin giving it the appearance that snake-like creatures were slowly moving just beneath the surface of Syncope's flesh.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as it began it had ended.  Syncope's body relaxed and fell back against the seat, though she still twitched with some leftover sensations.  The tendrils receded, leaving the human woman to look mostly normal.  She panted heavily as the exertion had passed, but as she did a black tentacle slithered out from between her lips and ran over the woman's face, wiping away the blood that had stained her flesh.<br/><br/><em>Agony and ecstasy,</em>Nyag'thon agreed in its quiet, mental whisper,<em>we sssee now...hm...what next?  What madness awaits us...</em>