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Isopel stayed close, at the signal. It wasn't as if they were particularly thrilled by the prospect of going to meet with the other cultists. They stared out, down into the ritual room. The beings continued to draw their symbols, failing and erasing. The mindshackled were no good at complex...

Isopel tried as hard as they could to be silent. It was difficult, but they tried, stalking behind Jaken. They succeeded, even, as they made their way through the complex. Perhaps one would make the comment about how ironic it was, Isopel following like a lost puppy, but that was neither here...

Isopel stalked behind Jaken, eyes ahead. As they moved, the child remained close, more afraid of being lost than of meeting one of the cultists. The orange torch glow was unnerving to Isopel, who far preferred natural light from the stars or sun. They shuddered, rubbing their arms, eyes staring...

The blight that Isopel summoned silently loomed above them. They did not swing the weapon at the man as Jaken dispatched him, uncomfortably aware that they could hurt their newfound ally by a mere accident. As the corpse was dragged in, Isopel stared at it, eyes wide. Even still, they were...

Isopel watched Jaken, eyes narrowed. They slowly drifted across the room, footsteps falling on the ground as quiet as could be. They watched us Jaken hunted for a weapon, going to form one of their own volition. The blight was not a simple thing. It was not alive, but it was not dead. A force...

Slowly, carefully, the armour broke. It rusted, it seemed, the withering effect of Isopel's magic not limited to living beings. It was entropy, weaponized. Isopel pushed their way up, scowling as they moved beyond it. Their face was contorted, a hideous visage of wrath. Sheer, unshakable anger...

Isopel may have been very bothered by Jaken's words, so perhaps it was better that they could not hear them. The miasma began to coalesce, mingle, twisting together into something not-quite-solid, not-quite-liquid, not-quite-gas. It was somewhere between them, a mist that had streaks of pale and...

Isopel narrowed their eyes, as they 'spoke'. They decided to say nothing, letting the man simply speak to them, not with them. Eventually, though, Isopel was left alone with Jaken. Isopel glanced at Jaken, a cold and distant look about them. They turned back to the entryway, as they continued...

Isopel stared forwards, narrowing their eyes. They did not respond to Jaken's curse that they hadn't informed them that they were deaf. There was a reason that they were called Silent Isopel. After a long pause, they mustered a respond, signing to the man. Let me go! This isn't right! If you...

Isopel was dragged off, rasping, kicking, fighting. The antimagic field leeched into their body, and it - it hurt! They could not scream, could not yell, could not tell them to take it off, but it hurt. They themselves were an edifice of dark power, their soul so malignant that it spilled out...

Isopel twisted, as they were surrounded, scowling and dropping the vial. They pulled their hands up, the hideous miasma beginning to grow and solidify. The blight lashed out from them - leeching at their vitality. But it wasn't enough. There was no way it would've been enough. Those that...

Isopel stared, for a moment. It was quite clear that nothing had gotten through to them. They stumbled back, going to let out another series of complex symbols, staring expectantly. The look quickly faded into disappointment, something similar to an annoyed scowl forming on their face...

Isopel paused, for but a moment, when the creature made a couple of symbols. All of a sudden, they pulled their hands forwards, making a series of increasingly complicated and nuanced gestures, the mist around them abating, if only briefly. After they were done, they pulled their hands back...

Isopel would have staggered back, were they not . They kept their hands splayed out, as if it would save them, the malevolent energy surrounding them growing.in power. The hideous mist went darker and darker, as Isopel did not respond. The hideous, bleak power that churned through them caused...

Isopel's eyes shot up to the creature, as it stepped forwards. They dropped their vial, it landing on the ground as they scrambled up to their feet, clenching their fists. Surrounding them, came a haze of pale violet miasma, as they stumbled away, keeping their eyes locked on the creature. Each...