The Deity looks to the Cavern entrance, He furrows his mighty brow and turns back. "Im afraid This request is beyond me, He has already passed threw the Gate and is now facing the 7 Judges. No power can restore him to life. I can inform his kin of his passing Young one, If that is your desire."
His realm is not of Death, Had the Soulforger gotten to the slain captain sooner. He could have done something but once You Pass the Gate and stand before the Judges, There is no known power that can restore you to your physical body.
The Judges are 7 Deity's who weigh the soul of the individual and determine if they are to join their God in their realm or fall into the Veil. Not Gods by any means but their say is Final and once you stand before them, Your journey has come to an end.
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More tears brim in Torla's eyes, but she nods. "Thank you, my lord." She takes a couple seconds to steel the quiver in her voice. "My second request is for my ... friend ... Josiah. He has an affliction which has affected his memory. He is actually a mighty dragon. Could you please remove whatever affliction is keeping him from remembering his past and who he truly is?"
The All-Father closes his eyes for but a moment. "Your Captains kin are aware of his passing." His gaze turns to you Josiah at Torla's Second Request. His gaze lingers for a few moments before he turns back to you Torla. "He Is indeed a Dragon, A rather Young one but a dragon no less. I see fragmented memories inside his mind, Some seem freshly renewed while others are just a pittance of what the actual memory was." The Soulforger slams the tower shield into the worked stone, Splitting the ground so the shield may stand on its own. He takes from his belt a Small, Pale white Pearl.
"Dragon, If you truly wish to recall what you have lost. Simply crush this gem in hand." The pearl floats threw the air and hovers before you Josiah. "Now Torla, What is your Final Request."
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"Father, since being put here on this island, we have struggled. We have suffered. But I know that you have a plan. We are your instruments of light against the darkness. I will be honest that my flesh wishes that you would end this fight for us. That you would vanquish our foe with your hammer so that we might avoid the coming conflict all together." She gives a weak smile. "But I know that isn't your way. So, my final request is that you prepare us in whatever way you see fit so that we will be ready. Use your mighty hammer to shape us. Use your strong hands to form us into what we need to be to conquer the enemy before us. Do whatever you see fit so that we might prevail."
The Deity before you gives you a Broad smile Torla, It is a welcoming smile and something you would have never imagined you would see. "This is your Trial Young Dwarf, This is your Tale. It would be wrong of me to steal it away when you are so close to Journey's end." The All-father picks up his Tower shield and His Mighty Warhammer. "I Can give you the strength to see this Journey to its end. As you are now, It would be a difficult Fight before you but not impossible. However if I grant my Boon to you and your Companions, I would require more then just your Freedom Torla."
His eyes travel over all of you, the stare of a God. A being that can Kill you just as easily as you kill the bugs that have been nipping at you. It's awe-inspiring but piss your pants scary.
"I Would require one more to join me, To Sacrifice their Life and Freedom. To Become one of my hammers, as Torla will when your quest is finished." He Looks towards the cavern entrance once more. "The Strength I promise will be like nothing any of you have ever known, Even you Dragon. I Will bend your bones and Shape you into the perfect versions of Your Selves, Draw out the True potential that sleeps within you. Yet the Cost is High for such a Boon."
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"I will" Brythel steps forward towards the deity, attepting not to shake, his bones felt like they where trembling, but he had to do this, "I have servered my whole life to the forge, I will glady server it in the next" Brythel bowed before the Diety still attempting not to shake, to keep nerves of steel
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Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
The Deity stares at you Brythel, His eyes piercing your very being. A Barely noticable smile curls on his lips, It is quickly covered by the massive beard hanging from his jaw. "You are indeed a Forge master young Dwarf, Though an unusual one compared to my own. You have pledged your Life and Freedom to me." He points the head of his massive war hammer towards both Torla and Brythel. Both of you feel the burning sting of a brand sear into your flesh. As you rip away the sleeves on your right arm, You now see a freshly healed burn scar, Depicting Moradins War Hammer.
"You both will answer my call when this Journey is finished, Hammers of the All-Father." He looks at all of you and gives you all a slight nod before turning and walking back threw the Divine gate. The gate slams shut behind him.
The door vanishes in a swirl of Brilliant Golden dust, The dust fills the cavern and covers each one of you. Theres a sting and a burning feeling as the dust clings to your exposed skin and seeps into your flesh. You all feel a surge of power inside of you, something you never thought possible.
Secret Milestone: A Gods Boon.
For the next 24 hours In game time, You are all level 20.
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Brythel, You are required to take at least 3 levels into Paladin in order to keep your vow to Moradin.
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Imras blinks as the leaves and the gate vanishes, then looks, amazed, at his arms as he feels the power of the god's boon burning into his flesh. He looks at Torla. "Was that really...?"
Torla looks at her hands and then back at the hammer burned into her arm. She tentatively brushes her fingers across it and then looks at Brythel, and then the others. "Praise the almighty," she says breathlessly, her eyes still leaking. But her face is alight with joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she says, closing her streaming eyes, lifting her face toward the sky, and raising her arms in praise. "Thank you for your blessing. We will honor you this day. We will vanquish our foe and bring honor to your name. We will not let your blessings be for naught." She opens her eyes and looks at Brythel again. "Brother," she says, getting to her feet. She clasps his hands in her own for a couple seconds, and then releases them to hug him tightly. "What an honor," she says into his ear. She steps back and continues to smile broadly. "Moradin's hammers," she almost giggles. She again looks at her hands and then at the others. "I can feel his power within me. It feels like ... " She lets a laugh escape her. "I don't know what it feels like, but ... " She raises her face and arms skyward again. "Praise Moradin!"
Jimmop you should meet the Requirements for Monk. Take at least 3 levels into Monk.
You are now a Servant of Moradin, Monk of the Soulforger.
Think of this as kind of like a Revenant deal, Torla and Bythel. You have a task before you, Once that task is finished. Your time on Eon will come to an end and you will be take to the realm of Moradin.
Note: Once 24 in game hours have passed. You will not revert to your Regular level, You will revert to level 1. You have stupid power for the Demi-God fight before you BUT if you retreat or take too long to get to him. You will not stand a chance.
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So, with a good taking of feet’s and multiclass my hp is now 221 (I took the toughness feet for 40 extra hit points) and I have an AC of 19 because of unarmed defense. I am a speed revolver tank, so do I get any other bonuses for selling my soul to a god and losing all possibility of being an NPC in the next campaign
”Praise be to Moradin” Brythel’s hands shake, not with fear, but with power, he can sense it “I wonder what the limits of dis power be”
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Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
The Deity looks to the Cavern entrance, He furrows his mighty brow and turns back. "Im afraid This request is beyond me, He has already passed threw the Gate and is now facing the 7 Judges. No power can restore him to life. I can inform his kin of his passing Young one, If that is your desire."
His realm is not of Death, Had the Soulforger gotten to the slain captain sooner. He could have done something but once You Pass the Gate and stand before the Judges, There is no known power that can restore you to your physical body.
The Judges are 7 Deity's who weigh the soul of the individual and determine if they are to join their God in their realm or fall into the Veil. Not Gods by any means but their say is Final and once you stand before them, Your journey has come to an end.
More tears brim in Torla's eyes, but she nods. "Thank you, my lord." She takes a couple seconds to steel the quiver in her voice. "My second request is for my ... friend ... Josiah. He has an affliction which has affected his memory. He is actually a mighty dragon. Could you please remove whatever affliction is keeping him from remembering his past and who he truly is?"
Josiah raises an eyebrow at Torla, then turns to this...being...and awaits his response.
Brythel slowly gets up out of bed and heads towards the sound, only to see a great light, he’s in aw by this beautiful light.
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
The All-Father closes his eyes for but a moment. "Your Captains kin are aware of his passing." His gaze turns to you Josiah at Torla's Second Request. His gaze lingers for a few moments before he turns back to you Torla. "He Is indeed a Dragon, A rather Young one but a dragon no less. I see fragmented memories inside his mind, Some seem freshly renewed while others are just a pittance of what the actual memory was." The Soulforger slams the tower shield into the worked stone, Splitting the ground so the shield may stand on its own. He takes from his belt a Small, Pale white Pearl.
"Dragon, If you truly wish to recall what you have lost. Simply crush this gem in hand." The pearl floats threw the air and hovers before you Josiah. "Now Torla, What is your Final Request."
"Father, since being put here on this island, we have struggled. We have suffered. But I know that you have a plan. We are your instruments of light against the darkness. I will be honest that my flesh wishes that you would end this fight for us. That you would vanquish our foe with your hammer so that we might avoid the coming conflict all together." She gives a weak smile. "But I know that isn't your way. So, my final request is that you prepare us in whatever way you see fit so that we will be ready. Use your mighty hammer to shape us. Use your strong hands to form us into what we need to be to conquer the enemy before us. Do whatever you see fit so that we might prevail."
The Deity before you gives you a Broad smile Torla, It is a welcoming smile and something you would have never imagined you would see. "This is your Trial Young Dwarf, This is your Tale. It would be wrong of me to steal it away when you are so close to Journey's end." The All-father picks up his Tower shield and His Mighty Warhammer. "I Can give you the strength to see this Journey to its end. As you are now, It would be a difficult Fight before you but not impossible. However if I grant my Boon to you and your Companions, I would require more then just your Freedom Torla."
His eyes travel over all of you, the stare of a God. A being that can Kill you just as easily as you kill the bugs that have been nipping at you. It's awe-inspiring but piss your pants scary.
"I Would require one more to join me, To Sacrifice their Life and Freedom. To Become one of my hammers, as Torla will when your quest is finished." He Looks towards the cavern entrance once more. "The Strength I promise will be like nothing any of you have ever known, Even you Dragon. I Will bend your bones and Shape you into the perfect versions of Your Selves, Draw out the True potential that sleeps within you. Yet the Cost is High for such a Boon."
"I will" Brythel steps forward towards the deity, attepting not to shake, his bones felt like they where trembling, but he had to do this, "I have servered my whole life to the forge, I will glady server it in the next" Brythel bowed before the Diety still attempting not to shake, to keep nerves of steel
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Torla looks at Brythel with a love of familial love and then back at Moradin to await his response.
The Deity stares at you Brythel, His eyes piercing your very being. A Barely noticable smile curls on his lips, It is quickly covered by the massive beard hanging from his jaw. "You are indeed a Forge master young Dwarf, Though an unusual one compared to my own. You have pledged your Life and Freedom to me." He points the head of his massive war hammer towards both Torla and Brythel. Both of you feel the burning sting of a brand sear into your flesh. As you rip away the sleeves on your right arm, You now see a freshly healed burn scar, Depicting Moradins War Hammer.
"You both will answer my call when this Journey is finished, Hammers of the All-Father." He looks at all of you and gives you all a slight nod before turning and walking back threw the Divine gate. The gate slams shut behind him.
The door vanishes in a swirl of Brilliant Golden dust, The dust fills the cavern and covers each one of you. Theres a sting and a burning feeling as the dust clings to your exposed skin and seeps into your flesh. You all feel a surge of power inside of you, something you never thought possible.
Secret Milestone: A Gods Boon.
For the next 24 hours In game time, You are all level 20.
Brythel, You are required to take at least 3 levels into Paladin in order to keep your vow to Moradin.
Oh my god, so, is their a certain subclass I need to take
uh, Reigntheir there’s a problem with that, I don’t have the requirements to be Paladin, what do I do
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
(Woo, off to figure out how to use 13 levels...)
OOC: Well THAT was unexpected...
(Yes, yes it was)
Imras blinks as the leaves and the gate vanishes, then looks, amazed, at his arms as he feels the power of the god's boon burning into his flesh. He looks at Torla. "Was that really...?"
Torla looks at her hands and then back at the hammer burned into her arm. She tentatively brushes her fingers across it and then looks at Brythel, and then the others. "Praise the almighty," she says breathlessly, her eyes still leaking. But her face is alight with joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she says, closing her streaming eyes, lifting her face toward the sky, and raising her arms in praise. "Thank you for your blessing. We will honor you this day. We will vanquish our foe and bring honor to your name. We will not let your blessings be for naught." She opens her eyes and looks at Brythel again. "Brother," she says, getting to her feet. She clasps his hands in her own for a couple seconds, and then releases them to hug him tightly. "What an honor," she says into his ear. She steps back and continues to smile broadly. "Moradin's hammers," she almost giggles. She again looks at her hands and then at the others. "I can feel his power within me. It feels like ... " She lets a laugh escape her. "I don't know what it feels like, but ... " She raises her face and arms skyward again. "Praise Moradin!"
Jimmop you should meet the Requirements for Monk. Take at least 3 levels into Monk.
You are now a Servant of Moradin, Monk of the Soulforger.
Think of this as kind of like a Revenant deal, Torla and Bythel. You have a task before you, Once that task is finished. Your time on Eon will come to an end and you will be take to the realm of Moradin.
Note: Once 24 in game hours have passed. You will not revert to your Regular level, You will revert to level 1. You have stupid power for the Demi-God fight before you BUT if you retreat or take too long to get to him. You will not stand a chance.
So, with a good taking of feet’s and multiclass my hp is now 221 (I took the toughness feet for 40 extra hit points) and I have an AC of 19 because of unarmed defense. I am a speed revolver tank, so do I get any other bonuses for selling my soul to a god and losing all possibility of being an NPC in the next campaign
”Praise be to Moradin” Brythel’s hands shake, not with fear, but with power, he can sense it “I wonder what the limits of dis power be”
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
(Selling your soul to a god doesn’t mean you can’t be an npc. you’d just be npcing as the gods agent!)