<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>Ungrath turned her grin to the old fool as he communed with them. Well, not so much a fool now anymore. He was right after all. With the prophecy. The last moments of her mortal life’s regret and anger were still finding a place in the new whole, but the gratitude they gave birth had quickly found its way to surface. Fleets mighty enough to ravage worlds into a horizon of craters were something natural that she knew, but a power to subvert the cosmic laws of death and rebirth of soul. Not that she was ever the scholarly sort to be able to appreciate the extent of fuckery of natural law that went behind there.<br/><br/>Ungrath replied with telepathy as well, her voice again calm as the sea. "Welcome, yes.” She paused. A quip lingered on top of her tongue for a moment,<br/>but ultimately remained unsaid. "Hummm... Yes. I will stay and wait. Wish to see them again..." First people in centuries she liked enough to stay around, but not too much to consume.<br/><br/>Her attention shifted to Echinada - Ligeria. The chairs were the only tell she had to go by. With her new life led in the most backwards depths of the abyss Ungrath had absolutely no idea of the new identities of her former allies and friends. Though it did not much worry her. Vholdran was right in believing in this resurrection plot of is. Whatever they may have become does not matter. So long as they too share the souls of the overlords and recall those moments of glory and power, and the dream for more they will unite to reclaim lost power. It soured her grin a little to think of all the might lost thus far. Angered her that they had to climb all the way up there from these forsaken depths of the Abyss.<br/><br/>Methu said it first. Vholdran echoed him, as did she, "Agreed. It'll be amusing to see how fate has twisted us anew." Ungrath noted Anasil's arrival with a small hint of jealous tingle. Another lucky one the fates had allowed to remain beautiful and humanoid, or even enhanced. She would need to eat many a nymph to catch up. Her attention left Anasil when the chair began to adjust beneath her mass.<br/><br/>The once tall throne made for an elf spread into a disfigured and asymmetric mess. Its once glamorous golden rims faded as dull patina grew over them and signs of submersion began appearing. The wood too faded from bright red mahogeny to a sad grey green. Beneath the ship on the symbol of the Dread Fey Fleet small tentacles began to climb up along the walls of the carved figure of a ship.<br/><br/>By now, seeing everyone born as a demon lord of one type or another, she definitely did not expect the mortal paladin to show up. Ungrath let out a low chuckle. Had one of them somehow been allowed mortal rebirth and ended up as a weak human? No. A lisping whisper hissed in the back of her mind with tone too dark to belong to the fair girl. But who was he? Her gaze followed the human with curiosity and watched the macabre writhing of the parasite within as memories returned to him. Perhaps she was not the least fortunate in new form after all, Ungrath mused. More time for other pursuits. Perhaps power was still the best, or wealth. She had so loved wealth, but what could wealth do now? Buy Fey. Hmm...<br/><br/>"Barnabas. Those horns. There are fey like you, yes? How many of them do you have?" She asked Methu telepathically.