Stillborn Secrets
Nineteenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Thankfully the enemy is not alone in being able so speak silently.
"Varys, warn the others, Nazath is possessed, incapacitate," you call to your familiar while keeping your expression pleasant by dint of long practice "Step ba-" you do not end the sentence but sink your mind into the gilded depths of the cloak to summon forth a new forged ivory staff, alike to the ancient rod you had used for so long but greater still, forged to channel the greatest of magics.
Throwing yourself bodily between the idol and the enthralled monk you strike down with the staff upon the ephemeral link, the full weight of your body and will behind it.
Shatter, you
command, the very seals on the wall of the Snare seeming to recoil from the weight of the magic.
For a moment the world seems to split in two, on the one hand the staff passes through as easily as solid matter is meant to pass through empty air, on the other you hear not in your ears but in your very bones an earth shattering
crack as the tether gives way. A small part of you wonders what would have happened to the staff if the blow had failed and the staff had been in two places at once physically and metaphysically, but you do not have more than the blink of an eye to consider the matter as the pale light withdraws towards the idol like the tongue of some twisted frog ready to dart out to strike another. Something had awakened.
You would just have to put it back to sleep.
The warp and weft of magic tears as you reach out with one more spell to
lock away the idol's power until it can be broken. Time seems to slow again as you feel your magic slide over the alien contours of the stone like oil upon water, unable to find purchase, but your companions had not been idle.
"Change," Lya
commands, the full mastery of her magic in the words and so does fate and fortune turn, the horror's guard slips... tumbles into ruin.
The pale light wavers and for an instant you see stone becomes flesh, mutating and twisting ever faster, mouths, eyes and tendrils flowing like water, the face of madness made real and manifest as the chamber fills with a pandemonium of wails, cackling laughter and a thousand other sounds for which you have no name. The power lashes out blindly, not with malice but sheer mischance now arching all over the room like bolts of colorless lightning, cracks in the world.
Most strike the walls of the Snare where lead and arcane wardings ground them into them into the inert basalt below, but one strikes Relath in the chest, enveloping him. His spine twists, his eye boils away and for a moment it seems as though his flesh will only keep twisting into the horror Faerex had become or something more grotesque.
"I am Dragon, Lord of Sea and Sky. Of my flesh I am master, of my dreams I have dominion!" Relath roars like the voice of storm and wave made manifest.
When the lightning fades and a void in magic shrouds the statue as it should have from the start the dragon's eye is intact, gleaming with triumph as much as the other. "I am myself, my lord," he assures you. "Though under the circumstances I will not hold it against you to check by the most stringent of means."
"The circumstances?" Dany asks urgently. "You know what that thing is?"
"Not yet," you cut her off. "First I fear we must take Realth up on that offer and check Master Nazath also."
"Yes, of course," The monk agrees shaken. "My deepest pardons for almost unleashing that upon your realm."
As Dany moves to stand besides the idol now returned to stone again and shrouded in a longer-lasting
arcane void for when your spell had run its course, you, Lya and Breath Taker look over those the power of the Far Realm had touched. The githzerai thankfully suffered no more than a dreadful fright and you suspect a blow to his pride, though he tries to hide. Relath on the other hand had come out far more than unharmed, having torn from the labyrinthine mind first the skill to better counter the magic of the mind and then the lore to wield it himself should he choose to walk the path.
Relath Gains Bonus Feat: Antipsionic Magic
Realth Gains ability to Train or Retrain in a Psionic Class (Losing the feat above if he does so)
"I have seen its unguarded thoughts," the Lord of Tolos hisses in cold satisfaction. "I know it for what it is, one of their Great Brains stillborn, petrified in the midst of its Final Metamorphosis. There was something about treachery, though by whom I cannot say. I suggest we rid ourselves of it quickly."
What do you do with the Stillborn Brain?
[] Sacrifice it at once
-[] Write in to who
[] Try to mine more of its secrets
-[] Write in how
[] Write in
OOC: So you know how Viserys made something of a habit punching Elder Evils in the brain... well it looks like Relath was feeling left out. There were some very unlikely rolls leading to this, first the Brain failing its SR and save (with a little help from Lya), then rolling 3 for the epic psionic-magic interaction: Wild Manifestation. After that I rolled a 98 on how it would effect any living brains it hit, so Happy Squidmass to whoever manages to pass the saves not to mutate or go insane. It randomly hits Relath, he passes one set of saves (fort for mutation, will for insanity), but gets a low roll on the reward. He's a dragon so I roll wisdom to see if he tries to keep going, low roll so he does, makes his saves again and rolls high: Psionic Awakening. 
