I hate this damn plane, Temujin thought to himself as they entered the final room of the floor. Glancing around the chamber, he immediately felt a sense of unease and some mild nausea overtake him.Most people are naturally cautious of things relating to the Far Realms, but psionics even more so, given how important a tool their minds are to them. The mural, the runes on the walls, everything about this room filled Temujin with dread. He could hear the others chattering across the Collective, but Temujin himself was been uncharacteristically silent as the others investigated. He had glanced at the mural on the ceiling again and felt his stomach turn a little.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a warped howl tore through Temujin’s mind. He tried his hardest to absorb the forefront of the psionic screech, and was mostly successful, but the others had detected something and were now gazing at the ceiling. Temujin could not join them in this, as his mind was reeling from having taken the majority of the mental blast. It felt as if though some hot, wet, rough tongue, like that of a cat, was running itself all over his brain. He shuddered.
Temujin forced himself to look at the horrible mural again, and was met with the sight of several aberrations peeling themselves off of the painting. He painted a mental target on one of the creatures for everybody to see, before hurling his javelin at it. The blow did some damage, but Temujin immediately found himself reeling backward as another wave of nausea overtook him. The nonexistant cat returned, rasping across his thoughts, and he could feel the barbs of its’ “tongue” shredding his mind. He closed his eyes tightly and fell to his knees, his entire head feeling as if it was on fire. The strain on Temujin’s mind was too much, and he could feel the Collective unravel along with his mind.
Unable to control himself, Temujin retched. He looked up, head still spinning, to see all the others but Aryvel doing battle with the aberrations. Aryvel was a few feet away, bent over, clutching at her stomach with one hand and her head with the other. Even with his mind in pieces, Temujin was able to recognize that she had been struck by whatever spell had caused his condition also. He felt himself about to retch again, and vomited onto the floor. A hurricane of entropy roared inside his head and Temjin would have sworn he could hear garbled laughter.
As the feeling of illness slowly dissipated, Temujin attempted to throw himself into the fight again, but suddenly an explosion of colors that Temujin never even knew existed knocked him back. The burst of light and color became fractal in his eyes, and would not go away even when he closed his eyes. It was like staring into the opposite of a black hole. Temujin clutched at his face, and he could feel Aryvel’s mind flailing just as his was. Had he been in possession of all of his faculties, Temujin likely would have made some dry and vaguely-insulting observation, but he was too busy staving off the shrieking anti-void before him.
After what could have been mere seconds or long hours, Temujin felt something roughly jerk him off of the ground and toss him onto the enchanted table. A moment later he felt somebody land beside him with a grunt. Temujin reached out with his hand and his mind, and determined it to be Aryvel. “Did we win?” Temujin asked haltingly.
“Yep!” Logan bellowed, and Temujin and Aryvel both flinched. Before Temujin could throw back something acerbic in nature, he suddenly began falling straight upward. Shouting incoherently and flailing wildly, he latched onto the first thing his hand touched, which just so happened to be Aryvel, who was also screaming. Temujin braced himself to be flattened against the ceiling, but the impact never came. Instead, Temujin could hear unearthly howling beneath them. He was suddenly happy that the kaleidoscopic vision in his eyes was blocking out whatever horrors were surely moving around beneath them. Aryvel was still screaming.
The next thing Temujin knew, he lost his grip on Aryvel and landed with some force on what felt to be a stone floor. Groaning, he was then sent flying by a massive upheaval from beneath the floor. He landed heavily again, this time on what seemed to be wood planking.
“Well hi! Long time no see!” came the familiar voice of IX. Temujin put a hand to his head and moaned loudly.
I hate this damn plane.