[h3]Duchy of Pelgaid, secluded pond[/h3]
Renold let out a disheartened sigh accompanied by a gust of hot air when Jillian inquired as to the mechanics of possession. “Had it been anything but a demon lord – even half a demon lord – not only wouldn’t it have been able to enter us without an invitation, but we could probably also resist possession to some degree. Hazzergash, though... as a deity, he can possess and completely seize control of any of us with just a second’s warning. There’s no way to stop it... but as to seeing it coming...” He paused, thinking deeply, then held up his right front paw, “palm” up, and spread his talons wide. “He is incorporeal the way he is now, but is made up of a humongous amount of magical energy. Have you ever seen anyone producing a large amount of magical energy all at once?”
Abruptly something sprang into existence around the Green’s upheld paw, although it would perhaps be more appropriate to say that it turned visible, since it was technically something that had been there all along. Wrapping around his talons, harmlessly licking his scales on both sides of the appendage and extending in every direction in two-foot-long tongues of ephemeral yellow fire, a translucent aura manifested itself out of the sheer concentration of magical energy. It was a strange sight to behold, counter-intuitively casting no light and seemingly moving in lazy disregard of wind and gravity alike.
The dragon only maintained the aura for several seconds before drawing the energy back into himself, causing the ephemeral non-flame to quickly withdraw back into his paw. “The color will differ, but generally that is what it will look like. Hazzergash, when outside of a host, will look similarly, just... thicker.”
“So we will at least be able to tell [I]who[/I] gets possessed if he tries something like that,” Gerald sighed, happy to have that detail confirmed for himself. “Luckily there’s an easy solution to how to deal with him potentially possessing us.”
Crone turned her head to shoot a curious look at the necromancer. “Would you care to elaborate?”
“It’s simple,” he shrugged. “We all just need to be inside the binding circle. That way whoever he decides to possess, there are still at least two others ready to activate the circle after he’s put himself in it. That way he’ll be vulnerable, and I will be free to siphon him back into the prison.”