All come together

Wouldn't say I'm following you for no reason, just nice for whoever attacks us to have another target is all. he rolls his cigarette to the other side of his mouth where it falls into the gap left by a missing tooth before looking at the dwarf. Y'can call me Allyk, though I s'pose 'Dead One' ain't a bad bone de guerre either. And while I 'ppreciate the drink, I lost the taste for it since it seems to run through me. he pauses looking at his companions Lit'rally, I ruined more than one pair of boots before I realized it

"Ye'shud know tha' th' gem'll be screamin' at us when th' spell wears off... th' BLASTED gem screams in me head sometimes. Ye bett'r strap in, lads!" With that, Dormir hoists a flagon of ale in the air and gulps down the tasty beverage with vigor.

It only takes Meridia a brief moment to remove the dampening spell from the gem.The fel flicker inside pulses with a sickly green light the instant the spell is gone.

*~POWER~*

The feeling reverberates through Meridia. A call to power so rich and sweet she hadn't felt since the days of the Sunwell.

Meridia: Your ache swells as the promises of power echo through your mind. The urging is too strong. You give yourself over, more than ready for the suffering to end. You sense a connection forged between you and the gem, and there are faint whispers of more power to come should you prove worthy.

Dormir's mouth hand agape as he back peddles, stumbles, and lands on the floor. "On me gran'father's beard!! What've ye done, elf?!"

The gem clinks harmlessly onto the table, the green flicker at its center small once more.

Dormir scrambles to stand and grabs at the gem. He coddles it as if trying to protect it from Meridia. He tries to lock eyes with Meridia through his drunken stupor, squinting to concentrate on not letting his eyes wander. "Th' blasted gem was protected, elf! Why d'ye do tha' for?! D'ye know what ye've done?"