Kendalius wipes the blood from his nose. Visibly shaken from his communion with Asmodeus, he rises to his feet. “The floor is much softer in this part of the dungeon,” he thought to himself.
“Would the fleshling prefer marble? Or steel, perhaps?” he heard a voice invade his mind.
“Did that..rock..just bear witness to the thoughts passing through my head?” The rock does not move nor respond to his sly telepathic test.
Still unsure if he is awake or still dreaming, he kicks the rock aside cursing in Elvish. As he turns around to face his companions, he is faced instead with a large pile of carefully organized rocks. With many voices now instead of one in his mind, he discerns the threat, “You may find rock is less malleable than flesh, trespasser.”
Clasping his execution axe tightly, he shouts, “And you may find me less malleable than most, FOUL GEODES!” As he brings his execution axe to bear on the pile of neatly stacked rocks, they all move simultaneously, parting along the path of his axe causing it to smash against the dungeon floor. Noticing that he unintentionally woke some of his companions in the commotion, he preemptively addresses their collective concern in an austere tone, “These rocks are speaking to me.”
“Fleshling, there is much hate and evil we sense in you. Father Ent must surely be told of the threats you pose to our peace here.” The pile of rocks collapses suddenly, and the constituent earthen creatures begin rolling away dispersing from Kendalius.
Reaching out with his mind, he tries to call them back claiming, “No I mean no harm. You misunderstood! I seek refuge and peace, not conflict and destruction.”
Roll: Bluff 12