All of a sudden, there had been a stifling, all-pervading terror. A swirling, inchoate vagueness had surrounded him, engulfing the world and barring him from it. It was similar to the realm of slumber, yet also unlike it. This was not something of the Outside he knew; it was a paralysis, a clutching hand formed to blind and strangle existence so as to leave him at the mercy of its still, silent winds. Dull, ultraterrene pain breathed over him like a waft from timeless crypts suddenly burst open without a sound. Unlike the sting of the dagger, which he still perceived, if somewhat dimly, this new torment did not wash over him in the flesh. It lay in the very nature of this unshaped, yet not empty space, if space it was, fearsome in its very uncertainty. He was intrigued by its strangeness, yet at the same time the shadow of a fear the likes of which he had not felt since that day in the monastery subtly gnawed at him.

And then it was gone. Just as abruptly, Ulor found himself standing just where he had been, no part of his body having moved in the slightest. It struck him momentously, as though the realisation had already begun to accrue in the dim limbo, that the octopus was gone. There was a glaring, needling void where its mental presence could usually reached, piercing his thoughts with cold talons if they strayed too close. It was well they knew better than that - while he presently did not have the strength to do so, he knew the void could be filled, and his companion conjured back into being. Just as the wound in his shoulder, deep though it was, would eventually heal, so would that gnashing absence be gone. 

As he observed the street before him, Ulor realised that time had been flowing as ever, at least for the others. Two of the assailants had been struck down, and now lay motionless, though not visibly mangled. The same could not be said of the leader, whose skull had been crushed through by something heavy, which he could only presume had been Talionis' hammer. His own party was apparently still standing in its entirety, which he supposed was just as well. His opponent or his projection, however, were nowhere to be seen...

At least, until Ulor turned to survey the other side of the street. There was the draped figure, attempting to make its way past some of the others. As his gaze came to rest upon it, the same fear that had been growing within him in the unformed place of stasis rose forth, strong in its vast and bloated form. That creature, whatever it was, was clearly not entirely of the worlds he knew. It had withstood the horror from the stars, and wielded such potent spells as the one that had banished him with apparent ease. It was more than merely a force to be reckoned with - who knew what transmundane connection it could have forged to obtain these abilities?

Yet, however terrible it might have been, this foe had to be struck down as well as the others. Painfully tightening his left hand around the crystal to still the nervous twitching of his fingers, Ulor began once again to recite outlandish words of power. His gestures were somewhat uncertain, and he almost dreaded striking the being with eldritch energies lest it retaliate with unfathomable potency. But no, Ulor thought, grinding his teeth to keep the encroaching trepidation at bay as spectral flames once again danced from his hand, not even such alien thaumaturgy as this could save an obstacle barring his way from destruction... Once the murky depths of its knowledge had been fully exposed to the inquisitive glare of his own.


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Having reappeared from his banishment, Ulor, despite being shaken and strangely afraid of the Drifter, hurls an [i]Eldritch Blast[/i] at the enemy (disadvantage on attack; any damage is intended to be non-lethal).

Attack roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2954]21[/url] (first one was [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2953]24[/url])

Damage: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2955]5[/url]

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[@JBRam2002] The Drifter is targeted with an attack.

[@Ermine] is (presumably) up next.