Haynuus breaks from going after Dolo, instead choosing to through Umgold's blade at Garax. The man was a survivor of many battles, and certainly his reflexes in such a heightened situation were goign to be tightened to breaking point. He shifted out of the way, not comprehending what had been thrown at him. Some instinct recognised the weapon, and he grabbed it with no apparent ill effects.
Of course, to Dargat suddenly something in the shdaows - shadows that didn't stay such for long to the pure orc's night vision - had just apparently aided Garax. A new player, mostly likely aligned to the one that had just come from nowhere shouting orders.
So did you deliberately aid Garax with a weapon, or were you trying to strike him?
"It's them! The ones we told you of," yelled Drommal to Dargat, shaking off the surprise and lifting his blade.
Westian's words at least added to the confusion. "NO!" yelled Garax, hearing the threat to Dolo. Dargat snarled and moved swiftly to strike the man with his own weapon. Garax turned and took the blow with the greatsword, easily shifting against the movement of the curved blade aroudn his guard. After all, Garax had trained daily with the strange item. Still, Dargat had raw power if a contest of skill looked anything like fair.
"Deal with them!" yelled Dargat to Drommal, nodding his head in Westian's direction whilst striding across to Garax. "Traitor to the Cult! To our masterrrr!" echoed the voice of Dargat, the orcish accent that had been absent coming back.
"You betray him with your actions and now your small mind!" came Garax's retort, his own strange accent bleeding in to his own words.
Westian had already moved to try and deal with the priest, leaving the Trolin King to crow and move to intercept Drommal. The Captain met the trolin with a sneer, although then realised two more of the creatures were spreading out to attack too, and took a more cautious step backwards even as spiked club met blackened sword.
Westian was already praying to Larethian, seeing the threat of the mummies move again Haynuus while the half-orc had paused to throw the paladin's weapon. Westian prayed with fervour to Larethian, realising his own words were echoed by the words of Deephold standing there.
The effect was spectaular, not just the one mummy but both stopped and screamed with a new flavour. No longer anger but frustration and pain. It seemed as if the frost of the mummies cracked, and they stepped backwards to the odd warmth that started to build up aroudn the two clerics. The creatures actually raised their tightly bandaged hands to their glowing eyes, averting their gaze from WEstian and Deephold. Dolo on the dias screamed even louder, blood starting to flow from his nose, and tears of blood beading from his eyes.
Just as Drommal's yells of frustration drew Dargat's gaze from the fight, now Dolo's cries drew Garax's attention. WOuld the two keep fighting, or reluctantly part and destroy the intruders?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the dias Petal scrambled over to Passin, whom immediately reached for a sword. After all, there was much screaming and combat aorund him, and sudden;y a wingled creature who had not been there before was moving towards him swiftly.
Ameena had no real time to see what was occuring with that, focused as she was on speaking to the distracted mage who seemed to hold all the answers to the madness that was going on. Words once more tripped out of Ameena's mouth withthe liquid fluidity of the murafu, and the man seemed to have a hard time working out much of what was said, especially given the ebb and flow of Ameena's own excited and desperate thoughts.
"TRapping her..me...what... how idi..." started Theron, seemingly terrified, confused and angry in equal measure. However, unlike when Gholst had possessed Theron, all the mage's emotions seemed ot be held in check, and all his own. He did grasp one thing Ameena said very well, frustration bubblign to the surface. "I know it's my fault! She
is here! Gholst has her!"
Unfortunately Ameena spends her time speaking as many words as she can to Theron as possible, leaving herself no time to avoid whatever is going to come at her from Gholst. Ameena can only hope that something in what she's said trickles in to mage's confused brain, and he can make sense of it once the shock of everything has faded.
"SLEEP FOREVER!" yells a voice in Ameena's ear. She can almost see the world aroudn her change, a terrifying human face with burning eyes and a stern mouth lookign at her. If she imagined Sirferrel and inverted everything good and kind about him, it would be this sort of face, the sort of imposing body behind it. Ameena's senses are wreathed in white flames, she can smell the birning of them as if they are charring those she loves, the heat of them on her skin too close, and the brightness of them blinding her. They appear to wrap around the figure and also around her. And then a a physical force hits her, throwing her away from Theron and smashing her in to the altar. While the flames are gone, the sheer weight of the hatred and disregard for who and what she is threatens to snuff her mind out like a feeble candle. Her last thought is a reminder of when Drommal kicked her, of the pain and hate he felt, amplified. Her vision blackens...
And then the room comes back in to focus. Ameena still feels the weight of the mind that had tried to shred her mind with a word. And yet she can also feel that weight being distributed aroudn the room, snaking outwards to the joined minds of all her companions. Each and every one, for a moment, sees the face and feels the hatred he has for Ameena - in by connection, them all. Each and every one feels the raw evil of Gholst Norsamdar. Knows that he, just like the demon queen, must never be allowed to regain purchase on this mortal plane.
The power of him as conveyed by Ameena is distracting and terrifying. And yet even though Ameena has pushed that out to all her friends, she realises that this action has saved her from having her mind struck in to unconsciousness as Falkor has had happened twice in the ethereal plane. Like Drommal, clearly Gholst thought her mothing more than an insect, batting her aside and now paying her no more mind.
Meanwhile, apparently his movement in the ethereal plane had moved him away from Karnadee for a moment - Theron stood and cast reflexively a spell against Gholst. Whether it struck at all, or simply had not been powerful enough to be a 'killing' stroke was unknwon, but Theron started speaking words of supplication again, surely speaking of Gholst having once more grabbed Karnadee.
Ameena started to notice the odd movements in the air. Falkor had spoken of ghosts he had managed to persuade to join the fight. She could feel them, almost see them, moving in the air, and yet clearly they were held as Theron was held, not wishing to move while Gholst and Karnadee were apparently together.
Ok, everyone will take a -2 (including you, Ameena) on all their rolls for the next little while. Bright side, Ameena isn't unconscious nor afflicted with a worse injury. The power of beign a small fuzzle, just as happened with Drommal many many updates ago 
Ok, so stuff is heating up, and at least this had oddly let you see the face of your enemy. Might be better if you coudl actually see the face of your enemy, but again, you have many problems still to solve, and the NPCs around are unlikely to solve them all for you without some help!