<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Ungrath</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283007.msg13921610#msg13921610)</div>(https://i.imgur.com/txRkijR.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP:</strong> 320/320 <strong>AC:</strong>44 <strong>Ini:</strong>+13<br/><strong>Spot</strong>+26, <strong>Listen</strong>+26<br/>Dark Vision 60ft, Mindsight (300'ft)<br/><strong>Buffs:</strong> Soulmelds active as in CS, Enlarge self, Bite of the Wererat, Force of Will Aura</div></div></div></div></div>Some time later...<br/><br/>Heavy clinks of an anchoral chain and the low rumbling hums heralded her coming on one side of the fortress. A demonic creature of vaguely Abolethic shape and truly gargantuan proportions glided up along the stone wall of the forgotten fortress. Undulating flaps on the sides of its dark grey and black body hovered it close, a few tentacles scrape the bricks, smearing the steps with thick splooges of slime. That was not the only trail it left. Barnacles and clams stuck to its glistening skin gasped for air, puking water. Every now and then a piece of seaweed would fall off too. A small horde of limbs writhed in the air around it, curiously feeling the place. Embedded in the front where its head should be an ethereally pale female form gazed the structure up and down with anticipation holding her expression still.<br/><br/>Ungrath had heard the strange whispers so many times, but only now answered its call. A part of her knew it should be a trap, likely some demon thinking they would manipulate her strength for their own cause. If it was that would be her meal for today. That much she had learned of the rules of the Abyss. However, there was a part of her realizing, hoping, for something more. The call had came from such a familiar tone and not one made to sound such by enhancement or other magics. She felt need to commune with whoever sent the call. It was a strange feeling to process, an almost irritating one. She would give them a chance to explain however, and then decide whether to destroy or not.<br/><br/>She reached the top, finding a large window to slip through. The call led her down the ancient dark hallways into a room deep within the fortress. A large room with figures present. All of them strange demonic figures she did not know, though even she could feel at first glance that they were no ordinary creatures. Her voice rang with a strangely harmonic duality, a side with a feminine elven ring and another with depth of the Abyssal oceans themselves, "You. Who are you? Why, am I here? Do you know who I am? You should know if you summoned me, and explain. Know, I am not one for games."<br/><br/>Yet all the same she did not feel an urge to launch a charge at any of them or to assault their mind. She felt, strangely at ease. The lull that had rang so faint before had grown. It came from here, though not from them. Ungrath began to slowly fly towards one of the tall thrones from where it came. A pretty little icon of a ship was carved on the stone. Seeing it twitched some muscles on Ungrath's face that she was not aware of. One side of the lips curled into a grin very familiar to some people from long ago. Tendril trembling she reached to touch the backrest. She caressed the symbol, urge to sit growing. The inexplicable need scared Ungrath. "What Hag shit is this..." She sighed, still unable to accept it.