As Yahs and Lazuli discuss the ingestion of brains on the Hollow Deck, Tarto vomits in her mouth a little. With Celsior, Lou, and Opal away on another deck, the captive senses an opportunity.
*BMmF*
In a burst of hot pink tendrily vapor the captive vanishes, leaving her mouth gag and bindings behind.
Its hard to hear over Tarto retching, and the splish splash of the resulting regurgitation, but some tinkling or knocking sound comes from behind the stack of stone mangonel projectiles...
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Back on the command deck, Saerthe plants himself firmly at the helm. "Oh ho, the old hiding behind an asteroid trick? Well, lets see them catch up with a master spelljammer cruising at 5 million miles per hour!" With that, the tyrant lurches forward into hyperspeed, the rainbow tunnel of wildspace encapsulating the flightpath. With any luck, a return to Toril would be forthcoming...
Psionic spellcasting requires no components.