<div class="floatright">(https://img.fireden.net/tg/image/1515/01/1515012561560.jpg)</div><strong>Jas Silverwing</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314507.msg15213239#msg15213239)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All; Lucifel, Meow, Valarna, Myra, the mysterious "woman"<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27<strong>AC</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: NA<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>:  1st 3/4  | 2nd 2/2<br/><hr/><br/>There was a flush on Jas' cheeks as he saw with Myra saw; the dirty, wicked, sensuous masses of humans and...whatever they were fucking and joining and moaning and gasping.  Then the woman...though he highly doubted she was anything of the kind.  He gasped as he felt her eyes lock on Myra and then heard his Guardian's words.  Go?<br/><br/>Meow spoke up and he gritted his teeth.  The woman's arrogance was galling.  All the more because he would owe her thanks for dealing with this unseen sentry.  But he had his own problems.<em>"Myra, you are to return <strong>now</strong>.  Break off from your current course of actions and come back, that is an order!"</em>He sent the words through their joined thoughts, grateful the allure of this being had not affected him through their connection.  To the others, he reported, "There are people in there being raped by things from beyond.  They're led by something in the shape of a woman, and it's beckoning to Myra, drawing her in.  If we are to act, now may be the time as the presence of Myra is now known at the least."<br/><br/>He had to break the siren spell that thing had put on his Guardian.  His beautiful and quiet sentinel.  Perhaps Meow was right.  Perhaps...but that was for later, for if they got out of this.  He let arcane words slip from his lips, his magic channeling through his staff in place of the material components, his other hand weaving mystical signals.  He could cast spells from Myra as though he were present himself.  Including this one, which needed one last verbal component, which rolled out with a reverberation of magical potency, "My wife always misses me...but her aim is getting better!"  He released the magic through the lousy joke and sent the power out at the enthralling entity that Myra was drawing closer to.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tasha's Hideous Laughter</div><div class="spoiler_body">The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw (DC 14) or fall prone, becoming incapacitated and unable to stand up for the duration. A creature with an Intelligence score of 4 or less isn't affected.<br/><br/>At the end of each of its turns, and each time it takes damage, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. The target has advantage on the saving throw if it's triggered by damage. On a success, the spell ends.d </div></div>