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Like a bad dream, Ra'iik tosses and turns, grimacing at the pain of his injuries. Then he imagines himself floating... floating in water, unable to breathe. His body, motionless and lifeless rising up through the water, just as he breaches the surface towards the light, he takes a long GASP as Lythril's boobs stop suffocating him, healing his bruises.
What a wakeup call. Ra'iik locks eyes with Lythril momentarily. A genuine look of admiration and thanks in his eyes.. Maybe even a little more. This half orc's developing a soft spot.
He snaps back into the moment. Leaping to his feet, he eyes Azrael with distain. "Go back to sleep."Elbow to the stomach: Hit1: 11 dmg: 10That should do it.
He surveys the situation in an instant. "What's the plan?! We going all in or retreating?" He sees a number of his allies downed. A few still healthy and fighting on, a few on the fringes. Ra'iik decides to take a defensive approach.
He moves back, out of range from the enemies as much as he can, joining Biggs. He pulls out a javelin- something he doesn't resort too very often, and takes aim at Zoothera. Javelin 2nd attack: Attack: 11 Damage: 8
He then uses his reaction to shift into his defensive stance.
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OU8me2’s CON save: 20
Zoothera’s hits strike true, and oil starts to seep out of various orifices of OU812’s body (and not in a good way...). Then O’Syphilis’ ice cream cone of death hit him, and OU812 shrugged that off as well (Zoothera’s body must have been in the way?), but still the damage was done.
On his last legs, OU812 roars a battlecry and recklessly rages back at Zoo-theorem:
For each of you, you remember, there was pain, much pain, then darkness. The battle was lost. In your physical forms, your bodies were beaten and broken, and life rapidly slipped away from you as you laid on the cold ground, your body and soul losing touch with The Weave as you died.
Or did you? The Weave works in very mysterious ways, and something happened that you weren't quite expecting.
[The rest of this part is beyond ordinary comprehension but described as well as possible in an attempt to garner understanding.]
In the [darkness] you [slept] for an untold amount of time. You do not know how long. You could feel a [sensation] that your souls were being [separated] from your body, and you accepted the fate, whether you wanted to or not. There was no pain anymore, only the [form the spirit] is it left your physical form.
In a way you’d never be able to understand or describe in the darkness, your spirit [traveled] to another [place], and finally, you hoped, you will be at peace. It was difficult to place, as up until this point, whatever you were experiencing - you have never experienced before. There were no words TO explain it, but you knew one thing, your soul was leaving the Prime Material Plane to..someplace else.
You [awakened] as a soul in a different place, [without body]. A place you’ve never been to before. When you look down at [yourself], you can tell it is [you], but in a different [form]. Your mind reels to process what is happening, adjusting to try to accept this new [reality]. The [room] you are in is dark, made of black stone, enormous. It's very hot. You share this room with millions of other souls but there are four souls near you [recognize] from your [previous life]. Your friends! How can this be? You appear to be in a [place] where warriors - [dead and alive] - are being equipped for battle, the sounds of war can be heard outside whatever complex this is.
A massive Soul Gate Guardian is [scanning] the lines of souls, an angelic being in battle armor so large it dwarfs the largest creature you have ever seen in your mortal lifetime. Some souls [disappear], some are ushered outside to join whatever battle is happening [outside]. You all try and stick together. You try and [communicate] with your friends, but cannot. You hear a language being spoken that you do not understand. Wherever you are, this is not [heaven], and this is not [hell]. But, as the massive doors open to let souls [free], a battle is raging [outside]. The sky is red, as if it was on fire, the landscape mountainous, and pitted from eons of battle. Souls, [alive and dead], do battle with themselves and you are escorted in the mass of millions to join this fate. You catch a glimpse of the sky, and it is clearly not the same from where you came from. You are someplace else in the multiverse, no longer on the prime material plane. Before the grip of anxiety can overcome you, the Soul Gate Guardian scans you all over. Something is different. It recognizes the discrepancy. It [broadcasts] something to you all, and with a wave of it’s hand, and a mighty flesh of red [magic], you are [whisked] away to [another place].
LIFE
You feel your soul once again traveling to a different place. Familiar sensations return in understanding, but The Weave affects everyone, and everything. As your souls struggle to reconnect with their physical forms back on the Prime Material Plane, you all can hear a voice in the back of your minds, as if hearing a message half asleep from someone you don't know. But one of you DO recognize the voice.
Could it be...?
“Ach, boy. Is that you? What are ye doin' here? No. This ain’t good, lad. It ain't your time. The Weave is a tricky one, it is. I don’t have much time, lad, I’m sorry for just leavin’ like that, the way I did, back then. One day you’ll understand. Until then, here’s a small gift for ya. For you, and your friends, too. Tell yer mum I love her, I miss ye both so much - and be careful next time, ok?”
Slowly, achingly painfully, you all awake from the darkness like waking from a long, deep, slumber. Slowly, your wounds mend, your organs shift and remake, and you find yourselves back in Undermountain. As you slowly groan and sit up, four other friends you know are groggily doing the same.
Ra'iik was unconscious before his body even hit the ground. Darkness. Rest. He wasn't tired anymore. The fire in his heart has subsided. All the questions of why they had engaged the other party had left his mind.
All he could experience was his naked soul floating through this experience of the soul guard waving it's hand and a weight returning to his body. A material weight. Gravity. A voice.
Ra'iik takes a deep, long breath in through his nose, re refilling his empty lungs with air.
In his mind, he had failed. As a Paladin of protection, he had failed to protect and be a pillar of hope, light and strength. Is this why Helm has granted him a second chance? Was this even Helm's intervention?
Grianne comes to consesness. Her head hurts. Her arms and legs hurt. Everything hurts. Pain. Pain means one is still alive. The darkness fades from her eyes. She stands, body weak, and looks to her allies. Who has survived this disastrous encounter and betrayal?
She reaches for her power granted by the forest to try to ease the burden of life she feels once again.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
His ocular sensors come back online, and he bolts upright to his full 6'8" towering height. Looking around the room, he's startled to see the rest of his group also coming back online...except for a few missing. What just happened? Where was he? What was that feeling he had...did he have a soul?!
He quickly scrambles over to where Alessandra is laying on the ground, and gently lifts her up to a sitting position, back against a wall.
When Alessandra fell, breathing (what she would assumed to have been) her last breath, she couldn't help but smile. She was never afraid of death. She welcomed it with a strong embrace, thinking that, now, finally, she could be at peace, that she could finally be with them again, this time permanently.
The aasimar had expected the darkness to consume her and she felt herself floating for a time before her eyes opened. She was standing in her subconscious again, her husband standing feet away having had expected her arrival, but his arms were empty. Noticing the usual bundle in his arms gone she approaches him cautiously, her happiness pushing itself aside to be replaced with concern.
"Oskar... Where is Melody?" She reaches out to him, her hand gently resting on his chest now, her eyes looking up at him.
He cups her cheek, a solemn smile making way onto his face. "She's... Okay. She's resting... I wanted to speak with you alone."
"... Speak with me about what--"
"Your father came to visit us." He admitted, the hand that was gently caressed her cheek now rested on her shoulder. "He... He came with a warning..."
Alessandra's eyebrows furrowed as her face steeled itself, her hand dropping to her side. "What warning?"
"The more... The deeper you travel through the Undermoutain, the harder it will be for you to stay in control... And the more powerful he will get. Melody and I," He pauses. "We will fade and cease to exist."
"I... I don't understand, I'm already dead, that warning means nothing--"
"Aless," He cuts her off, his eyes staring deeply into her's, easily reading her fear. "You're not done yet." His free hand delicately grabs hold of one of hers, showing her how she was fading away into little dust particles. "You are not done yet, my love."
She feels breathless, retracting her hand away from him, noticing her other fading as well. There are tears stinging at the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall down her pale cheeks. "What--? No... No! I... I-- I can't no, please--"
"The Gods have much faith in you, Aless, you need to continue fighting, even if we are gone, we will always be a part of you."
"No! Oskar, please-- Not again, I can't--"
"Yes, you can." He affirmed as he pulled away from her. "Just remember..."
After that, she remembered seeing souls... And so much... Red... Then hearing an unfamiliar voice... Waking up...
Alessandra sucks in a breath, almost reluctantly, before bringing herself to sit up. She sits there for a minute or two in silence, her eyes focusing on the dirt, focusing on remembering, trying to piece together what exactly happened. The aasimar felt such an intense mixture of emotions within herself all at once. Grief. Saddness. Anger. Each emotion swirled deep into the pit of her stomach, the blood hunter afraid she would throw it all up in a few seconds, but she manages to stomach it, just enough for her to look up and survey who was still alive with her. That's when she heard OU812 move, feeling his cool metal against her skin as he helped adjust her to sit against a wall.
She gives herself a second to recuperate, her lips cracking open to speak in response to his question. "I am... I am fine...Thank you," She croaks. Despite her body feeling good as new, mentally she felt so tired. "Are... Are you okay?" Her head tilts over to look at the others. "Are they...?"
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Danitriel wakes up, utterly shocked. She shakily crawled up onto one knee and quietly prayed. "Sehanine, Lady of Moonlight, Lady of Dreams. If this is the Seldarine's will that I not pass on to Arvandor, that I remain here on the mortal plane to work your will, then I accept this charge. May my eyes be sharp enough, my mind clear enough, my heart brave enough and my body strong enough." The tall moon elf then looked around to see who else survived.
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Moonsave: 12 6 damage.
Hold Save: 9
Still Paralyzed
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Sorry, the DC is 13, you take 12 damage.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Ah, saw the bright 12. my bad.)))))
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Sorry, forgot to post my action.
Lay On Boobs on Raiik for 15 hp.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Alessandra99DOWN, Zoothera29HURT, Citrina24, Lythril15, Grianne12, Biggs12, OU812(12), Ra'iik10, Azrael8, O'Cephalus6HURT, Dani5DOWN
Like a bad dream, Ra'iik tosses and turns, grimacing at the pain of his injuries. Then he imagines himself floating... floating in water, unable to breathe. His body, motionless and lifeless rising up through the water, just as he breaches the surface towards the light, he takes a long GASP as Lythril's boobs stop suffocating him, healing his bruises.
What a wakeup call. Ra'iik locks eyes with Lythril momentarily. A genuine look of admiration and thanks in his eyes.. Maybe even a little more. This half orc's developing a soft spot.
He snaps back into the moment. Leaping to his feet, he eyes Azrael with distain. "Go back to sleep." Elbow to the stomach: Hit1: 11 dmg: 10 That should do it.
He surveys the situation in an instant. "What's the plan?! We going all in or retreating?" He sees a number of his allies downed. A few still healthy and fighting on, a few on the fringes. Ra'iik decides to take a defensive approach.
He moves back, out of range from the enemies as much as he can, joining Biggs. He pulls out a javelin- something he doesn't resort too very often, and takes aim at Zoothera. Javelin 2nd attack: Attack: 11 Damage: 8
He then uses his reaction to shift into his defensive stance.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Alessandra99DOWN, Zoothera29HURT, Citrina24, Lythril15, Grianne12, Biggs12, OU812(12), Ra'iik10, Azrael8DOWN, O'Cephalus6HURT, Dani5DOWN
O'Cephalus, on his last leg, casts cone of cold. Everyone takes 29, DC17 CON save for half.
Alessandra99DOWN, Zoothera29HURT, Citrina24, Lythril15, Grianne12, Biggs12, OU812(12), Ra'iik10, Azrael8DOWN, O'Cephalus6HURT, Dani5DOWN
Zoothera stays on OU812:
Short sword Attack: 24 Damage: 7
Offhand Attack: 28 Damage: 14
Sneak 39
Citrina attacks Biggs:
Attack: 22 Damage: 10
Then Lythril:
Attack: 24 Damage: 15
Then Ra'iik:
Attack: 27 Damage: 11
Alessandra99DOWN, Zoothera29HURT, Citrina24, Lythril15, Grianne12, Biggs12, OU812(12), Ra'iik10, Azrael8DOWN, O'Cephalus6HURT, Dani5DOWN
Con save 14
Grianne drops, loosing her hold spell.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
OU8me2’s CON save: 20
Zoothera’s hits strike true, and oil starts to seep out of various orifices of OU812’s body (and not in a good way...). Then O’Syphilis’ ice cream cone of death hit him, and OU812 shrugged that off as well (Zoothera’s body must have been in the way?), but still the damage was done.
On his last legs, OU812 roars a battlecry and recklessly rages back at Zoo-theorem:
Attack #1: 24 Damage: 10
Attack #2: 25 Damage: 13
Frenzy Attack: 21 Damage: 10
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
*PLOP*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
(Biggs is down regardless, and with 2 death saves if Citrina follows through with the stabbing)
Con Save[DC 17]: 13.
Biggs falls as well, his last breathe spent on a choked out, "Run!" following an attempt to at least absorb some of the magics.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
(,****, thought I was outta melee range)
Con save (EVERYONE GETS+3 BTW) 20
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
From his blind side, Corrina socks Ra'iik unconcious.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
***PAUSE UNTIL THIS FRIDAY***
DEATH
Darkness.
For each of you, you remember, there was pain, much pain, then darkness. The battle was lost. In your physical forms, your bodies were beaten and broken, and life rapidly slipped away from you as you laid on the cold ground, your body and soul losing touch with The Weave as you died.
Or did you? The Weave works in very mysterious ways, and something happened that you weren't quite expecting.
[The rest of this part is beyond ordinary comprehension but described as well as possible in an attempt to garner understanding.]
In the [darkness] you [slept] for an untold amount of time. You do not know how long. You could feel a [sensation] that your souls were being [separated] from your body, and you accepted the fate, whether you wanted to or not. There was no pain anymore, only the [form the spirit] is it left your physical form.
In a way you’d never be able to understand or describe in the darkness, your spirit [traveled] to another [place], and finally, you hoped, you will be at peace. It was difficult to place, as up until this point, whatever you were experiencing - you have never experienced before. There were no words TO explain it, but you knew one thing, your soul was leaving the Prime Material Plane to..someplace else.
You [awakened] as a soul in a different place, [without body]. A place you’ve never been to before. When you look down at [yourself], you can tell it is [you], but in a different [form]. Your mind reels to process what is happening, adjusting to try to accept this new [reality]. The [room] you are in is dark, made of black stone, enormous. It's very hot. You share this room with millions of other souls but there are four souls near you [recognize] from your [previous life]. Your friends! How can this be? You appear to be in a [place] where warriors - [dead and alive] - are being equipped for battle, the sounds of war can be heard outside whatever complex this is.
A massive Soul Gate Guardian is [scanning] the lines of souls, an angelic being in battle armor so large it dwarfs the largest creature you have ever seen in your mortal lifetime. Some souls [disappear], some are ushered outside to join whatever battle is happening [outside]. You all try and stick together. You try and [communicate] with your friends, but cannot. You hear a language being spoken that you do not understand. Wherever you are, this is not [heaven], and this is not [hell]. But, as the massive doors open to let souls [free], a battle is raging [outside]. The sky is red, as if it was on fire, the landscape mountainous, and pitted from eons of battle. Souls, [alive and dead], do battle with themselves and you are escorted in the mass of millions to join this fate. You catch a glimpse of the sky, and it is clearly not the same from where you came from. You are someplace else in the multiverse, no longer on the prime material plane. Before the grip of anxiety can overcome you, the Soul Gate Guardian scans you all over. Something is different. It recognizes the discrepancy. It [broadcasts] something to you all, and with a wave of it’s hand, and a mighty flesh of red [magic], you are [whisked] away to [another place].
LIFE
You feel your soul once again traveling to a different place. Familiar sensations return in understanding, but The Weave affects everyone, and everything. As your souls struggle to reconnect with their physical forms back on the Prime Material Plane, you all can hear a voice in the back of your minds, as if hearing a message half asleep from someone you don't know. But one of you DO recognize the voice.
Could it be...?
“Ach, boy. Is that you? What are ye doin' here? No. This ain’t good, lad. It ain't your time. The Weave is a tricky one, it is. I don’t have much time, lad, I’m sorry for just leavin’ like that, the way I did, back then. One day you’ll understand. Until then, here’s a small gift for ya. For you, and your friends, too. Tell yer mum I love her, I miss ye both so much - and be careful next time, ok?”
Slowly, achingly painfully, you all awake from the darkness like waking from a long, deep, slumber. Slowly, your wounds mend, your organs shift and remake, and you find yourselves back in Undermountain. As you slowly groan and sit up, four other friends you know are groggily doing the same.
Somehow, you’re all alive.
But..how?
Ra'iik was unconscious before his body even hit the ground. Darkness. Rest. He wasn't tired anymore. The fire in his heart has subsided. All the questions of why they had engaged the other party had left his mind.
All he could experience was his naked soul floating through this experience of the soul guard waving it's hand and a weight returning to his body. A material weight. Gravity. A voice.
Ra'iik takes a deep, long breath in through his nose, re refilling his empty lungs with air.
In his mind, he had failed. As a Paladin of protection, he had failed to protect and be a pillar of hope, light and strength. Is this why Helm has granted him a second chance? Was this even Helm's intervention?
He needed to know more, so he opens his eyes.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Grianne comes to consesness. Her head hurts. Her arms and legs hurt. Everything hurts. Pain. Pain means one is still alive. The darkness fades from her eyes. She stands, body weak, and looks to her allies. Who has survived this disastrous encounter and betrayal?
She reaches for her power granted by the forest to try to ease the burden of life she feels once again.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
OU812's systems all reboot successfully, and automatically executes a Built In Test command:
Damage assessment..................................negative
Power cells..................................full capacity
Fatigue..................................negative
Movement..................................fully functional
Weapons..................................present
Armor..................................present
Command leadership..................................searching...searching...searching...
His ocular sensors come back online, and he bolts upright to his full 6'8" towering height. Looking around the room, he's startled to see the rest of his group also coming back online...except for a few missing. What just happened? Where was he? What was that feeling he had...did he have a soul?!
He quickly scrambles over to where Alessandra is laying on the ground, and gently lifts her up to a sitting position, back against a wall.
Are your systems functioning adequately, ma'am?
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
When Alessandra fell, breathing (what she would assumed to have been) her last breath, she couldn't help but smile. She was never afraid of death. She welcomed it with a strong embrace, thinking that, now, finally, she could be at peace, that she could finally be with them again, this time permanently.
The aasimar had expected the darkness to consume her and she felt herself floating for a time before her eyes opened. She was standing in her subconscious again, her husband standing feet away having had expected her arrival, but his arms were empty. Noticing the usual bundle in his arms gone she approaches him cautiously, her happiness pushing itself aside to be replaced with concern.
"Oskar... Where is Melody?" She reaches out to him, her hand gently resting on his chest now, her eyes looking up at him.
He cups her cheek, a solemn smile making way onto his face. "She's... Okay. She's resting... I wanted to speak with you alone."
"... Speak with me about what--"
"Your father came to visit us." He admitted, the hand that was gently caressed her cheek now rested on her shoulder. "He... He came with a warning..."
Alessandra's eyebrows furrowed as her face steeled itself, her hand dropping to her side. "What warning?"
"The more... The deeper you travel through the Undermoutain, the harder it will be for you to stay in control... And the more powerful he will get. Melody and I," He pauses. "We will fade and cease to exist."
"I... I don't understand, I'm already dead, that warning means nothing--"
"Aless," He cuts her off, his eyes staring deeply into her's, easily reading her fear. "You're not done yet." His free hand delicately grabs hold of one of hers, showing her how she was fading away into little dust particles. "You are not done yet, my love."
She feels breathless, retracting her hand away from him, noticing her other fading as well. There are tears stinging at the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall down her pale cheeks. "What--? No... No! I... I-- I can't no, please--"
"The Gods have much faith in you, Aless, you need to continue fighting, even if we are gone, we will always be a part of you."
"No! Oskar, please-- Not again, I can't--"
"Yes, you can." He affirmed as he pulled away from her. "Just remember..."
"Don't be afraid."
(Art credit)
After that, she remembered seeing souls... And so much... Red... Then hearing an unfamiliar voice... Waking up...
Alessandra sucks in a breath, almost reluctantly, before bringing herself to sit up. She sits there for a minute or two in silence, her eyes focusing on the dirt, focusing on remembering, trying to piece together what exactly happened. The aasimar felt such an intense mixture of emotions within herself all at once. Grief. Saddness. Anger. Each emotion swirled deep into the pit of her stomach, the blood hunter afraid she would throw it all up in a few seconds, but she manages to stomach it, just enough for her to look up and survey who was still alive with her. That's when she heard OU812 move, feeling his cool metal against her skin as he helped adjust her to sit against a wall.
She gives herself a second to recuperate, her lips cracking open to speak in response to his question. "I am... I am fine...Thank you," She croaks. Despite her body feeling good as new, mentally she felt so tired. "Are... Are you okay?" Her head tilts over to look at the others. "Are they...?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Danitriel wakes up, utterly shocked. She shakily crawled up onto one knee and quietly prayed. "Sehanine, Lady of Moonlight, Lady of Dreams. If this is the Seldarine's will that I not pass on to Arvandor, that I remain here on the mortal plane to work your will, then I accept this charge. May my eyes be sharp enough, my mind clear enough, my heart brave enough and my body strong enough." The tall moon elf then looked around to see who else survived.