This is probably my favorite Pelag talk. I'm not sure if many have seen this one.

A skinny Human, pale-skinned and with red hair, appears in the distance. At the sight of him, the alien thoughts invading your mind crescendo and turn into a thread of distorted Common. The entity's mouth remains closed in a scowl, but you can hear him all the same.

"Your arrogance is without limit. Here you are, outside even your own plane, spreading the poison of your names your ambition your pathetic, mortal failings!" The stream of thoughts condenses in a brain-searing point of rage before becoming comprehendible again. "Would that I could make you suffer even a fraction of the violence you inflict on us."

The distortion in the entity's "voice" grows, yet you sense a tone of ritual within it. "I was named Pelag ai Aldam. The Defilers of Fate are mine to claim and I demand sacrifice!" The man and the psychic barrage vanish abruptly.