Hylusi Quaternaros, Magus of Bleakpines
Magework Necromancer
Darkvision: 60ft
AC: 15 HP: 22/32
PP: 14 PIv: 14 PIs: 11
Conditions:
Concentrating on: fly
5/5 d6 HD
Arcane recovery 1/1
Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 3/3 2nd, 1/2 3rd
Fingerbone staff 10/10

Truly fascinating. Were the insects like her goreling hands; the obedient servitors of a greater being? Something that made the path to draw them back to some nest, a calculated harvest from worlds the planetoid passed? Or was it simply a phenomenon they'd learned or evolved to take advantage of when capturing prey?

She recalled the gorelings to her with a flex of her will. Once again, they assembled before her, jittering, tapping, in motion, before she clicked her tongue. They swarmed towards her, to cling onto the insides of her robe, her cloak, on her slender legs, until they were again out of sight.

A rumble interrupted her thoughts as part of the castle collapsed. Was it - no, it didn't seem to be the wing given over to the elven delegation - it was probably just humans who had become dirt. Hylusi couldn't let panic colour her actions. The Princess was a capable mage. While Hylusi's alchemy was probably ahead in the arts of ritual flesh-crafting, that was born of necessity to stave off the Magus' impending death; in all other matters, the scion of Bleakpines had fallen far behind the Princess' magic capabilities.

The rabbit was singing. The gnome ensorcelled the Prince; as it stood, she would be left behind, without the speed of a centaur to mount upon. As the others began to move forward, she spared a glance to the servitors.
<Hurry to the castle,> she told them. <Retrieve my work materials if you can. I am heading to the Princess' chambers.>

With a click of her fingers, she wound magic in and around her staff, sitting on it held horizontal like the archetypical witch on a broom. It lifted off with a flex of her will, and she too began hurtling at all speed towards the castle.

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Action: Cast fly on self