<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/>The pull had begun days ago.  Syncope, for all her usefulness, was unaware that anything was out of the ordinary, aside from the more distinct aloofness of her master.  The former paladin continued to escort Nyag'thon through the Abyss at its leisure, following whatever alien agenda it currently had.  She had taken time to break so that he could rebuild her and now she was perhaps one of his prized possessions, something that might be strange for someone to hear it say.  While the creature's will was not something that could be easily eroded, its patience and curiosity could shrink and swell respectively.  Perhaps it was just timed in such a way to ensure that the creature would show up at a predetermined moment, but eventually it decided it was time.<br/><br/><em>It is time to go.</em>Nyag'thon's mind conveyed the message to its vessel and opened up its own sensation of the vague pull to Syncope, allowing her to feel it as well so that it didn't have to give constant directions.<br/><br/>"Master...?" she began with a vague sense of confusion before the sensation took hold, "Mmm...ah.  Yes, master," she acknowledged her understanding and began towards the castle that was still far in the distance.<br/><br/>She arrived at the front of the castle some time later, having only bothered to stop to check her bearings a couple of times.  The closer she came the stronger the sensation became, making it an easy matter to find it.  Thankfully there were few creatures on the way either ignorant enough or desperate enough to try and impede her on the journey.  The woman pushed her way inside, the human's form standing as some mundane contrast to the enormity and arcane nature of the structure.  Syncope was clothed in the same thing she'd been wearing since her time with Nyag'thon, a simple form-fitting black robe, like some lost priest.  She also had a greatsword strapped to her back, the leather straps emphasizing the curves of the likely naked body beneath the robe.  The hilt was visible just over her left shoulder.<br/><br/><em>Things here, yesss.</em>Nyag'thon whispered into the mind of its thrall.  Syncope nodded, communication with Nyag'thon had not yet removed old habits of nonverbal communication--or speaking.<em>Safe, perhapsss...</em><br/><br/>"Hello?" she called out after a moment's wait before edging closer into the entryway, moving through the hall with a slow, measured pace.