Gaderon, drops his staff with a loud clatter, and faint in appearence decends to the floor slowly, almost losing conciousness as he touches down, he dismisses the Wall of Fire and falls to his knees breathing heavy, large beads of sweat pouring from his face... He opens his mouth to speak and wretches slightly, then grasping the staff once more uses it to force himself to his feet.
As Eilkhan pats down her singed clothing and smirks. "Let's not try that again, shall we? Foreign masks are a no-no from now, ok?" She seems serious but winks.
Gaderon turns somewhat unsteadily falling back a pace and then turning to look at the others... "And no further mention of our foes name as well... At least not until this place is well and far behind us!"
He opens his spellbook in his right hand and with a swaying stagger walks only a few steps, while trying to study something in it's pages.
"I tried to resist, but there was little I could do... I tried to keep the words of power I had remembered from his mind, but the foul presence, ripped some of them from me!" He seems furious and is staggering somewhat still though less as if somewhat dizzy on his feet. He leans on to the side of a pillar to support himself for the moment. He lets his staff lean against the stone as well.
He begins to glare at the statue of Rahotep, and is clenching his hand at his side as if he is crushing the effigy within it.
"I suspect it may be somewhat the residual influence of the possessing entity... But I am still enraged, and still wanting to destroy something! I believe more however that it now may be mostly my rage now as well!"
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