OOC: Innately immune to mind-affecting, yo (and Epic myself).<br/><br/><br/>Troubled and angry, the Tyrant of the Ever-Burning Storm grips the odd sword in its arm and carries it back to its resting place at the heart of the Mordant Tempest, storing the artifact blade in a hollow of one of the bluesteel pillars. There would be research later, but for now it needed to rest and heal, to digest the souls it had consumed in the capture of the elven planeskimmer ship and incorporate their power into its own.