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Bookworm having tried to counter-attack to make up for his earlier panic gets hit by the flaming cross. They probably should have taken the time to try and shut off the telepathic connection. As the moment they were hit by the flaming cross they would wail, terribly in extreme pain. The bugs they were sending toward the paladin's way never full received their command and would likely be incinerated by the flaming cross itself.

The telepathic connection and actual sound escaping from Bookworm would be nothing sort of an ungodly and pained screech as their carapace and body burned with extreme intensity. They clung to their cloak just screaming in absolute dread agony which was split among their normal managed talk way. They were doing their very best to simply not drop to their knees at the moment. Bookworm struggled to stay standing and aiming to pat out the fires.

In a brief moment of psychic backlash the screaming, pain and horrible ungodly sounds of some unknown nature and creature would target right into the paladin's brain. It would feel like three sharp swords aiming to stab directly into his mind among the painful and agonizing wails and there was very little way to avoid all the psychic pain from it (unless the target was deaf). One could will themselves to resist, if they were focused enough but even then it was extremely likely that at least half of that sharp pain would flash into the mind. The very pain would aim to drive the paladin to move far away from Book-worm should they not be able to will through the portion of the pain that could be avoided.

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@Skinner35 alright, is the flaming cross like sacred flame where it's radiant or just fire?

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Bookworm just about panicked upon hearing that. In reaction they would not only try to increase the distance between themselves an Auries just as possible. They would leave a medium wave of suggestion toward Arieus mind. Seeing as they had been traveling together and likely been conversing during that time the mental influence should be somewhat fair.

The suggest was a simple one: Go after the attacker to train their defense.

They did regret the suggestion, but they were slightly panicked. It could not really be linked back to them in particular either way whether it too effect or if it failed.

Bookworm hardly realized they had used that very suggestion in panic. None the less they did start to prepare something else, as they increased the distant further. A buzzing noise could be heard.

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Standard sparring it is. Book-worm stepped back with a rather obvious shiver at the thought. None the less their hands grabbed toward the concealed weapons under their cloak. They weren't particularly comfortable with this. The thought against going up against a paladin was, displeasing said the least.

Are there any particular rules to this engagement or is it simply a matter of seeing how far we can go?

They were less than comfortable to be making the first move. Relieved they weren't.

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Book-worm would spend most of those two days reading a book or three. It was something to occupy the time, mostly trying to study up on alchemy and alchemical processes.

Training against an unknown enemy of darkness. I guess that's fair, do you have any particular means of training you wish to try or are we simply to spar against one another?

Book-worm would slowly get out of the carriage.

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Book-worm replies back to Magaret. He's saying it is the end of the world. We assume the world is going to be forever plunged in some form of darkness. The dead will rise from their graves to kill the living. That kind of thing, a standard apocalypse by most standards. Unless of course you talk to some ancient elves in which case the end times are caused by this giant lizard monster and tons, and tons of floods. Although that's usually brought up by a deity of more.. divine nature or that's what texts tend to say.

Book-Worm leaned back a little. This one is too early for our tastes of course. Much to early, there should be at least three millennia to go.

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Book-worm would climb into the carriage. It was, a rare mode of travel for them unless they were particularly lucky. They grabbed onto their seat or the edge of the carriage if there was no seat provided.

They did not wish to alarm Margaret but did not know the proper words. Still, it was better to attempt.
What will happen, will happen. As it should be. What we need now is only to fulfill our actions to their best. Their voice sounded.

The darkness was oddly relaxing; The red lightning, was not.

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Book-worm's hood would be quickly place back over their head. They would be quiet after that. It was time to get moving themselves and they did not have anything in particular to say. The whole thing made them uncomfortable to begin with and it would be much nicer to get a move.

They did feel a tinge of sympathy for Margaret as well, but that did not change the chills in their chest. They would get over it.

Book-worm would follow quietly after Ariues.

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Book-worm seemed to stand there for a moment. Simply, standing there. It may have been clear that their hands were twitching about under their cloak. Their posture seemed slouched once more and leaning toward the exit over so slightly.

They looked upon Margaret or rather the being that went by that name when in a different form. Their appearance seemed, most impressive in Book-worms own thoughts. Added with the ability to so easily change it to something more appealing toward the commoners feel, awkward for Book-Worm.

They did know however changelings rarely revealed themselves or exposed their true forms at all.

If we die. We die, identifying will not be of much concern. The earth and the stars will take us one way or another. The voice whispered. W-we do not refer to you however of course. That is an entirely different matter up to you whether or not you need to be revealed. But we clearly do not need it. It is likely very easy for you to know who we are anyhow. You know of our species, and you should also know that is not common for us to be.... around in such masses to make need to separate us by looks. The voice seemed to shake the words out rather than a steady tone.

There would be a pause. Fine, patron. We will do as asked... if you believe it to spread your glory.

It would be particularly slow. None the less it would appear as if the large hood covering Book-Worm's head was moving back through some invisible force. It would reveal a rather large head similar to that of an ant. Its mandibles were closed, and its antennas were practically small stumps.

Book-worm's eyes were covered with two sets of heavy cloth wrapping around the large beady eyes as blind-folds. Their posture slumped inward even further in the discomfort..

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Book-worm seemed to visibly shiver at the request of removing their hood. It was not something they often did and very rarely something they were comfortable with. They did not quite mean to, though through the slip of there telepathy it was clear they were putting out and uncomfortable groan for several seconds on the matter.

We would. We would likely prefer not to partake in that, unless absolutely necessary. If we are still required of it. We would gladly go last when it comes to appearance. Anything outside of that nature and our own particular history, we will gladly indulge upon you. It is, something of which we have grown... hesitant to present for reasons we have no doubt you understand. the voice replied.