[PRIVATE for Isul]
Mag had wanted to surprise the newcomer, but then had remembered his near-fight with Cat from the previous chance meeting. He instead alerted the group and reappeared from hiding, then trotted back to the rest of the group. Cat hovered near the entrance, until yet more newcomers appeared on the edge of his mindsight - among them the old priest.
As Devanar approached he let his gaze wander across the group, finding new faces - but missing old ones. His heart sank.
'Where is Agnak?' he asked, with a sense of foreboding. Then his eyes found the small heap of remaining posessions of the once proud warrior. He rushed forward, and dropped to his knees in front of the remains. Tears filled his eyes, and he looked around frantically.
'What happened? These are his posessions, where is he?'
Mag left the newcomers to the others and came back to Devanar.
'He died a warrior's death. He can be proud.'
Devanar shook his head.
'Where is his body? We can revive him. We could muster the gold, I'm sure.'
Mag's stare was devoid of feeling.
'His soul is now fused with mine. There is nothign to revive.'
Devanar was incredulous.
'What? You damned fiend, you sucked him up like the demons? He was our FRIEND!'
Tears were streaming down his face.
The old one-armed goblin shrugged.
'He was a warrior, I honoured him by fusing him with me. Who knows, if we had revived him now, his next death might have been less glorious.'
Devanar's body shook, anger mixing in with the grief.
'WHY? His life wasn't nearly over. He still had a great future. Who knows, maybe his LIFE would have been more glorious. And who are you to suddenly talk about glory? We had an agreement. No evildoings. You promised.'
Mag waved his hand, a mild annoyance crossed his face. He was not quite oblivious to Devanar's pain, but the reason eluded him.
'What evildoings? I honoured him, that's all. The greatest warriors of the tribe would always be fused to me when they died, that was the way things were. And now I honoured him the same way. He is in good company. You humans are too obsessed with life and death. Creatures live, and they die, interfering with death is unnatural.'
Devanar felt utterly hollow. He had brought the goblin here. He had vouched for him. It was his responsibility. Maybe this was Lathander's will? This was his final task? He could still feel no evil from the goblin's words, but the act alone... it was VILE. He could not let this go further.
He got up, and wiped his tears away.
'Honoured... and I regret ever calling you that... no, vile fiend Maglu'glath. I am sorry, but I cannot let you go on in this way. The souls you have devoured must be freed.'
He grabbed his holy symbol with his left hand, and held it aloft, murmuring some words.
[Spellcraft DC 19 to identify]
Mag was irritated, but he still couldn't understand the priest.
'What "must be freed"? You can't free them, they're with ME....'
Devanar finished his spell, and strength washed through him. He stood erect.
Then he began casting another spell.
[Spellcraft DC20 to identify]
Mag watched him without moving. His understanding of magic was limited.
'What are you doing, Devanar?' he asked.
Devanar finished, and GREW to greater height, his voice booming the final words of the incantation.
'WITH THE MIGHT OF LATHANDER, I MUST DESTROY YOU!' he boomed. Hefting his morning star in both hands he advanced towards the goblin.
'What's this now? We are compatriots, what are you doing?' he said.
Devanar swung at him, but Mag evaded the blow.
'Stop this foolishness, Devanar', he growled, with growing menace in his voice.
'I WILL NOT STOP', the towering priest yelled, and swung again. This time the morning star connected. But it was sadly inadequate at making a big dent in the goblin - old and feeble as he may have looked.
However, at this point Maglu'glath realised that Devanar was not joking. He might be mad for the moment, but there were too many others - and humans at that - around. Mag didn't want others to join the fight, and he had no way of knowing how the others would react. So... he blinked out of existance.
'STAY AND FIGHT', he yelled. He heard receding footsteps - but there were no imprints in the dust - and charged in the general direction, but his blind swing met no resistance.
[PRIVATE for Daelric]