Lime's 4th Edition Campaign: Spirit of the Sword IC

Ok, so when Djarra places his foot on the last step down, he feels like someone or something was attempting to invade his mind. Luckily, through his magical experience and dragonborn willpower, he shrugs the effect off. The basement of the tower is even larger than the room you were just in. The floors seem a bit dusty, but in the dust you can make out the fresh footsteps of the drow and her skeleton. They go on for a short time and come to a room lined with tables with bodies on them. At the far end of the room you see the drow zapping someone strapped to one such table. This man looks quite emaciated, he also possesses no boils on his skin. She is laughing in between lightning bolts and the man is just screaming as he receives the painful shocks. Some of his skin looks blackened which you assume to be from repeated bolts.

"Well that usually depends on what kind of person they are. For example, how long do you think you will last?" She spins around, holding both hands at your direction and fires two bolts of lightning.

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2d6+8 lightning damage if it hits.

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She curses in Elven as her bolts fly past your body. "I'm getting sloppy in my old age. Were I 400 years younger those bolts would have stopped your heart dead. Looks like I get to probe your mind after all." She drops the illusion of being a drow. Her face becomes a bronze skull, and she wears the same robes but with armor woven into them. Her voice also changes from being calm and relaxed to a more maniacal one. "Now come dragonborn, come and play in my lab."

"I don't allow spectators. You should have stayed upstairs. And no, I don't allow those vile mind flayers in my presence. They think they are better than everyone else. No different from the drow priestesses." She raises one hand to you this time, but it glows a dark green color and a mist of the same shade heads in your direction, entering through your nose and attempting to control you.

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On Hit: You are dominated, save ends.1d20+10

Djarra lifts off the ground slightly as a purple glow comes over his eyes, but disappears and then he falls to the ground. The lich smiles as she sees her successful attempt. "Now then, run along. Take your friends and go. Gather more power, take it from where ever you can find it. And when I feel you have learned enough, I will unlock that spark in you." She waves a bony hand to dismiss you, sending you back upstairs. Upon reaching the top, you regain control of yourself but the stairs going down disappear.