Eira brushes the dirt off of her clothes once more, she has spent far more time on the ground than she had hoped today. She looks up at everyone with a sheepishly confused look upon her face. The gaunt being who just appeared in front of them clearly troubles her. "How and why do all of you take this so ridiculously easy. We almost got killed by a, I don't know what, and a portal exploded! And now there is a new random person here? If you must know, my name is Eira Whitefeather of the Whitefeather Angelusicians." She raises the ivory wand and taps the golden brooch on her chest. Tink tink. "I still can't believe how all of you are staying so immensely calm in this situation, though. I for one want to know where and why were all here, wherever this is and how we get back to where we were. Please."
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The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
Noctis throws his arms behind his head and gives a casual shrug, still smiling casts a look to Eira, "I've woken up in weirder places. Not to mention, freaking the hell out ain't gonna magically teleport me back to bed~" He looks to the man again, "Though the pretty lady has a point. Where are we and why are we here?"
"I get by friend." He says chuckling to Eira and rolls his eyes at Noctis with a smile "Bloody quick on the trigger aren't ya mate. Hey bones would like an answer on that too, as well as if were going to be dealing with more of those lot cause I would love a bit more warning this time." He says getting a slightly scared look on his face remembering the unsightly thing.
Marenos is a regular looking Half-Elf but his skin is a blueish grey with gem-like red eye.
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Gwyllen chuckles and addresses Eira - "If you had died as many times as I have in the past few... days is it?... then I think this would surprise you far less, friend. Don't let this place trick you into believing you're experiencing anything your previous reality had to offer. This place is..."she trails off, glancing up at Omega before letting her eyes drop sheepishly.
"Honestly, I'm not sure what it is quite yet. It seems every time I think I'm finding out, I end up right back here, worse for wear perhaps, but alive. The Queen has a plan for all of us, I'd imagine."
Fiachra takes this moment to reach out and nip her ear softly. Gwyllen gives it a scratch under the chin and shrugs.
At the initial blast of the energies from the gate, Kanrath attempted to backpedal somewhat from interposing where The Lonely stood. However, it is difficult for one with a frame as big as he to easily do so. He feels somewhat stunned, expecting terrible pain from blasts of such magnitude. His muscles tense in his arms, but it changes instead to this surge of energy. Be this a symbol from My Lady? He thinks initially, before falling back into the room, staggering to his feet.
Kanrath, upon seeing the skeletal hand, first has the impression that this is one that is in need of sending and instinctively goes to touch the symbol upon his chest. However, something in his mind stops him. This one speaks of Our Lady, perhaps they are also one who follow the tenants he swore himself to not too long ago. He then looks to the aquatic half-elf he is beside, leaning down a little to offer a firm hand. "Kanrath." He replies simply for introductions.
His attention is then brought to the conversation between Gwyllen and the one she calls Omega. "It appears you are familiar with this place, Gwyllen." He attempts to make mental note of these names. "...and with this Omega." His attention turns to the cloaked figure, he keeps his shield at the ready, praying to himself for a second that he is making the right decision to speak first. "What the feathered woman speaks is true. From what I saw, the tortle disappeared into the cleft behind you, wherever that leads."
Just checking, does Gwyllen actually look physically wounded, or it is more a fatigue setting in based on her description?
That is an impressive roll, not necessarily required, though I appreciate the forethought. Gonna try to find a balance here, as he can't see through clothes.
She definitely looks gravely injured, plus fatigued and in pain. It's a wonder she's functioning at all.
The injury is located in the chest area. Possible lung injury, given her cough and she keeps touching that area.
She is openly bleeding down her arms and limping, more than likely from the pain that's making her shake.
Given that she is upright, she has experience with pain and may have a high tolerance.
The hood figured gives a lazy chuckle, followed by a ragged sigh, "They come so eager, so full of questions. Rarely do they have enough patience."
Gearing up for movement like your grandad and gesturing towards the pile of wood, "Could someone please grab one of those chairs and bring it over. I have been traveling, and it has not all gone to plan. Again." Adding a bit of incentive, "If you oblige me, I will try and answer your questions. Our Lady has much need for all of you to get underway. First things first, if you haven't turned around to take in where you are, you might want to do so now. This whole place shifts whenever it feels like it."
To Gwyllen under his breath, "That's cute, child. Only here for days?" Then, looking her up and down, he states aloud, "You are in absolutely no shape to help me up." With three snaps in quick succession, a ruckus could be heard coming from the pile of furniture. An ornate rug is trying to free itself from under a table.
"I still can't believe how all of you are staying so immensely calm in this situation, though. I for one want to know where and why were all here, wherever this is and how we get back to where we were. Please."
Kanrath looks to Eira, "I am a sentinel, it would be against my ways to panic at the first signs of things going wrong. Ensuring the area is less hazardous comes before my asking of questions." He explains. Even now, he doesn't fully trust everything he sees, not all that is said to him. He makes a glance behind him at first, but it is more to check what of his pack remains on his equine form. His blade, his bags with food and water, amongst other things. At least he has some things to survive with should this be more than an ominous dream.
Gearing up for movement like your grandad and gesturing towards the pile of wood, "Could someone please grab one of those chairs and bring it over. I have been traveling, and it has not all gone to plan. Again."
Kanrath looks to the pile of furniture, though most of it appears to be broken. He isn't a carpenter, nor does he mend with magic. "If any of this debris can hold one, then perhaps."He mentions. He walks over, the heavy hooves leaving a deep echo through the area as he goes to check for a usable chair for Omega. As the rug begins to move, he instinctively wands to bring a spell upon the movement, but then realises that it was on command. "A trick of yours? I could alleviate the weight on it." He calls back, seeing this rug is caught beneath other furniture. Upon Gwyllen's mention, he adds. "Well, should you not plan to die again, I have some knowledge in healing arts, and it appears you have been through a lot, feathered one."
Yeah, sorry if I appear a bit too dice-enthusiastic. I know that is can really slow down things if a player posts, then the DM the day after asks "Roll an X check", and then you wait another day for that player to roll, then another for the result. If it's easier for the DM just to roll the check after we've spoken our actions, then that's fine with me :-)
Eira pockets her wand and looks at the strange group and then at the changed landscape. "I have never..." Words escape her, fascinated by the area around her. "Is this..?" Still no words to exclaim her thoughts. Fascination? Awe? Fright? Maybe a mix of all this and more. Gathering her composure once more she finally finds some words in the chaos whirring through her mind. "I've never died before. Is this death? Am I dead?.."
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Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of Guilds
The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
Yeah, sorry if I appear a bit too dice-enthusiastic. I know that is can really slow down things if a player posts, then the DM the day after asks "Roll an X check", and then you wait another day for that player to roll, then another for the result. If it's easier for the DM just to roll the check after we've spoken our actions, then that's fine with me :-)
(OOC: Don't apologize! That is totally helpful and you are absolutely correct, it can be. The "not necessarily required" part was my attempt at saying that she wasn't hiding anything. I didn't tell you much more than you already knew. If she had been hiding, then roll on.
Other Players: Feel free to follow suit. You can lay down a roll and see if it sticks. I'll tell you whether or not it works for the situation and/or ask questions, maybe in a PM. Also, it can be a fine line to walk asking for a roll vs just RPing something. There is a sweet spot for us all. As a player, there is nothing worse than writing up something amazing and then rolling like crap. Bad times. hee)
Yeah, sorry if I appear a bit too dice-enthusiastic. I know that is can really slow down things if a player posts, then the DM the day after asks "Roll an X check", and then you wait another day for that player to roll, then another for the result. If it's easier for the DM just to roll the check after we've spoken our actions, then that's fine with me :-)
(OOC: Don't apologize! That is totally helpful and you are absolutely correct, it can be. The "not necessarily required" part was my attempt at saying that she wasn't hiding anything. I didn't tell you much more than you already knew. If she had been hiding, then roll on.
Other Players: Feel free to follow suit. You can lay down a roll and see if it sticks. I'll tell you whether or not it works for the situation and/or ask questions, maybe in a PM. Also, it can be a fine line to walk asking for a roll vs just RPing something. There is a sweet spot there. As a player, there is nothing worse than writing up something amazing and then rolling like crap. Bad times. hee)
The rug turns to Kanrath at his question and tries to rises up a bit, puts a tassel on its non-existent hip, and starts shaking its non-existent head and the other tassel at him.
Omega shakes his own head, "That was more of a call than a command. I wouldn't recommend offending or triggering Sparkle Mat. It hasn't worked out well for many." He then puts his head back, "If you wouldn't mind helping it free? You might make a friend for life." A bit lower, "No matter what you do to get rid of it."
Turning his half-cloaked face to Eira, "Good question. Are you? Do you think you'd be able to tell if you were?"
Noctis stares at the mat after giving Omega a raised eyebrow. His smile more of a amused smirk now, Noctis chuckles, "I say I'm alive~ I've got to many things to do to have died so soon~...though, if I did die. I heard there are some pretty sexy devils~ though I wouldn't mind meeting an angel~" He walks towards the rug and pokes it, squatting down to get to "eye level" with it, "What do you think? Devils or angels?"
Kanrath looks down at the rug. He has heard from travelling merchants of tales of legendary carpets can can fly through the air, but also of such floor ornaments that attempt to slay those who would step on them. The thought of it being sentient is somewhat of a surprise. Perhaps the gods have been fickle with some spirits, granting them bodies of hemp and cotton. "Very well." The centaur goes over to start unlaidening the pile of broken furniture whilst still keeping a look out for an unbroken chair. Chairs aren't really built for centaurs, so he might not have the best judgement of such things. "I believe we are not dead." He notions to the others as he works. "However, there are greater powers at work here, and for now speaking and learning may be better than drawing swords. If I truly had died, I would not have expected these effects to have followed me into the realm beyond."
Kanrath has 16 STR and counts as a large sized creature for lifting things. Don't think basic furniture should be a problem.
Gwyllen looks on as the Tielfing harasses Sparkle Mat, giving Omega a glance. “This should be exciting…”
With a long exhale, she reaches into her cloak and removes a glowing orb. Icy tendrils begin running down her hand and forearm in crystalline formations as she squeezes it lightly, and frost begins to fall from her skin.
She begins speaking lowly in an ancient tongue:
“Ama, mesedez eskatu alfonbra atsegina izan dadin.”
As she continues, the orb ignites into a deep sangria blaze. Her eyes roll back into their sockets and gravity defying snow begins to pour from them into the sky above. The smell of ozone and burnt keratin builds around her.
“Mesedez, ez utzi zaldi-gizonak orkatilak hausten! ”
As she speaks the last word, Fiachra takes to the air, cawing raucously and shedding feathers like rain. It soars above Kanrath and Noctis and bursts in a ball of crackling blackness, littering their backs with broken, silky strands.
Gwyllen falls to her knees, the orb clutched in her frozen fist and begins vomiting dark blood and downy feathers. Finally, with all her remaining strength, she raises her spear and slams it to the ground three times.
On the final strike, a misty sheen appears around Noctis. It emits a light crackling, like the sound of soft footfalls in fresh snow.
A cool, soothing bed of ethereal feathers appear along Kanrath’s forearms as well.
Gwyllen pulls the hood of her cloak over her head and drops her spear. Her hands disappear into the folds of fabric and she silently weeps as the continuing effects of the Queen’s gift pulse through her veins.
This one is mostly for Noctis, but since Sanctuary is a bonus action, a little bit of help for Kanrath too in case he tries to like, take a step or something. LMAO
Just following basic turn concept since we're out of initiative... for now.
Guidance on Kanrath- obviously not needed on the STR check, so he can use it on the next thing.
(OOC: Not sure if we've lost Kweinir and Caobis, but I'm pressing forward.)
Kanrath easily maneuvers through the pile of mostly broken furniture. He does find a chair with it's back and arms missing, making it more of a stool really. As he does so, he sees Gwyllen fall further into pain, crumbling to the floor and becoming sick. Both he and Noctis experience some kind of magical effect surrounding them at the same time, which gives them a greater sense of confidence.
You may both roll Arcana, if you'd like your characters to know what's being done to you.
With the table lifted, Sparkle Mat takes this moment to poke Noctis back with a tassel and hover his non-existent head at eye-level. This is now a staring contest.
Omega sighs at this development, "I did warn you, did I not, young teifling?" Motion towards Kanrath, "Now Young Centaur, you said you had some knowledge of the healing arts? The pain-loving over-achiever on the floor and myself are in need of some assistance."
Sighing once more to calm his pain, "Dead or alive, it matters not at the moment. What does, is that you recognize where you are and how it pertains to your mission ahead."
Kanrath walks over to Gwyllen, his silvery eyes looking down at the injured figure in front of her. "My abilities eases the pain of others, be it to live, or not die suffering." He tells her. "Be it that you live today, than that is your fate."He kneels down beside her, his human hands gesturing as he utters a small prayer, something indecipherable to those not trained in the ways he was taught during his upbringing. A purple tint covers his hands as he lightly presses them to her in an attempt to staunch the wounds.
(OOC: Sorry I was sure I had posted several days ago. I'm definitely still here.)
Eira looks at her hands, at the others and back at her hands. Could she really be dead? "Am I dead Dumeron?" Nothing. No answer as usual. After what felt like a week of dead silence she musters up the courage to speak to the strange person-thing who appeared out of nowhere. "I'm not sure, to be honest. Might as well be with monsters like that Lonely-thing wandering around." She shudders. The thought of the sad, lonely abomination caused her empathy to peak, feeling empathy for something or someone that tries to kill you is dangerous and she knew it.
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The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
Gwyllen looks starts at the touch and glances up to Kanrath from beneath her hood. A look of surprise crosses her face and the hint of a weak smile plays around her lips.
"I... I am not used to kindness from strangers... thank you."
She feels the warm magic wash over her and the pain in her chest subsides as her wounds shrink and close. The blood flow slows to a halt and she breaths without pain with great relief.
Picking up her spear, she presses it firmly into the ground and rises, her weight pressed against it. Old pains and aches aside, along with some new permanent nerve damage, she feels good as new. As her skin flushes, she pulls back her hood and looks to the centaur again.
"Your compassion is much appreciated. I feel renewed."
She smiles again, this time a real grin, and tosses her burnt cloak open. Wiping her bloody hands across the shredded black leather covering her breasts, her eyes burn a cool blue and frost crackles across the filthy skin and leather. As it melts away, her body and leathers appear to be clean again.
Looking down at her chest, she laughs at the newly revealing garment showing off choice angles of her curves. She readjusts her bandoleer and nestles back down in her cloak. "If only that young man who wounded me was here to see his handy work..."
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Arcane: 18
Noctis keeps the staring contest going for a solid five-seconds before he (cheats) takes his finger and scratches under the carpet/mat's 'chin', "Hehe, aren't you a interesting one~" He then casts his own spell on the mat, cleaning it up.
Catching a bit of Gwyllen's words, Noct raises an eye brow, then also notes her revealing figure chuckles, "As much as I am enjoying the view, does the lady need another layer? I know most aren't blessed with my tolerance for the weather." He then holds out his jacket, with a playful smile, "Don't worry~ You won't be cursed for touching it~"
(Sorry got distracted irl and forgot to post still here tho)
Marenos just stands back to let the healing types do their thing seeing and keeps watching the portal. "So Omega what do you want from us, I can figure we are wanted for something but I would rather you tell us so we can get on with it. Before we get any other horrible creatures attached to horses." He says looking around the room
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Eira brushes the dirt off of her clothes once more, she has spent far more time on the ground than she had hoped today. She looks up at everyone with a sheepishly confused look upon her face. The gaunt being who just appeared in front of them clearly troubles her. "How and why do all of you take this so ridiculously easy. We almost got killed by a, I don't know what, and a portal exploded! And now there is a new random person here? If you must know, my name is Eira Whitefeather of the Whitefeather Angelusicians." She raises the ivory wand and taps the golden brooch on her chest. Tink tink. "I still can't believe how all of you are staying so immensely calm in this situation, though. I for one want to know where and why were all here, wherever this is and how we get back to where we were. Please."
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
Noctis throws his arms behind his head and gives a casual shrug, still smiling casts a look to Eira, "I've woken up in weirder places. Not to mention, freaking the hell out ain't gonna magically teleport me back to bed~" He looks to the man again, "Though the pretty lady has a point. Where are we and why are we here?"
"I get by friend." He says chuckling to Eira and rolls his eyes at Noctis with a smile "Bloody quick on the trigger aren't ya mate. Hey bones would like an answer on that too, as well as if were going to be dealing with more of those lot cause I would love a bit more warning this time." He says getting a slightly scared look on his face remembering the unsightly thing.
Marenos is a regular looking Half-Elf but his skin is a blueish grey with gem-like red eye.
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Gwyllen chuckles and addresses Eira - "If you had died as many times as I have in the past few... days is it?... then I think this would surprise you far less, friend. Don't let this place trick you into believing you're experiencing anything your previous reality had to offer. This place is..." she trails off, glancing up at Omega before letting her eyes drop sheepishly.
"Honestly, I'm not sure what it is quite yet. It seems every time I think I'm finding out, I end up right back here, worse for wear perhaps, but alive. The Queen has a plan for all of us, I'd imagine."
Fiachra takes this moment to reach out and nip her ear softly. Gwyllen gives it a scratch under the chin and shrugs.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
That is an impressive roll, not necessarily required, though I appreciate the forethought. Gonna try to find a balance here, as he can't see through clothes.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
The hood figured gives a lazy chuckle, followed by a ragged sigh, "They come so eager, so full of questions. Rarely do they have enough patience."
Gearing up for movement like your grandad and gesturing towards the pile of wood, "Could someone please grab one of those chairs and bring it over. I have been traveling, and it has not all gone to plan. Again." Adding a bit of incentive, "If you oblige me, I will try and answer your questions. Our Lady has much need for all of you to get underway. First things first, if you haven't turned around to take in where you are, you might want to do so now. This whole place shifts whenever it feels like it."
To Gwyllen under his breath, "That's cute, child. Only here for days?" Then, looking her up and down, he states aloud, "You are in absolutely no shape to help me up." With three snaps in quick succession, a ruckus could be heard coming from the pile of furniture. An ornate rug is trying to free itself from under a table.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Kanrath looks to Eira, "I am a sentinel, it would be against my ways to panic at the first signs of things going wrong. Ensuring the area is less hazardous comes before my asking of questions." He explains. Even now, he doesn't fully trust everything he sees, not all that is said to him. He makes a glance behind him at first, but it is more to check what of his pack remains on his equine form. His blade, his bags with food and water, amongst other things. At least he has some things to survive with should this be more than an ominous dream.
Kanrath looks to the pile of furniture, though most of it appears to be broken. He isn't a carpenter, nor does he mend with magic. "If any of this debris can hold one, then perhaps." He mentions. He walks over, the heavy hooves leaving a deep echo through the area as he goes to check for a usable chair for Omega. As the rug begins to move, he instinctively wands to bring a spell upon the movement, but then realises that it was on command. "A trick of yours? I could alleviate the weight on it." He calls back, seeing this rug is caught beneath other furniture. Upon Gwyllen's mention, he adds. "Well, should you not plan to die again, I have some knowledge in healing arts, and it appears you have been through a lot, feathered one."
Yeah, sorry if I appear a bit too dice-enthusiastic. I know that is can really slow down things if a player posts, then the DM the day after asks "Roll an X check", and then you wait another day for that player to roll, then another for the result. If it's easier for the DM just to roll the check after we've spoken our actions, then that's fine with me :-)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Eira pockets her wand and looks at the strange group and then at the changed landscape. "I have never..." Words escape her, fascinated by the area around her. "Is this..?" Still no words to exclaim her thoughts. Fascination? Awe? Fright? Maybe a mix of all this and more. Gathering her composure once more she finally finds some words in the chaos whirring through her mind. "I've never died before. Is this death? Am I dead?.."
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
(OOC: Don't apologize! That is totally helpful and you are absolutely correct, it can be. The "not necessarily required" part was my attempt at saying that she wasn't hiding anything. I didn't tell you much more than you already knew. If she had been hiding, then roll on.
Other Players: Feel free to follow suit. You can lay down a roll and see if it sticks. I'll tell you whether or not it works for the situation and/or ask questions, maybe in a PM. Also, it can be a fine line to walk asking for a roll vs just RPing something. There is a sweet spot for us all. As a player, there is nothing worse than writing up something amazing and then rolling like crap. Bad times. hee)
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
(OOC: Don't apologize! That is totally helpful and you are absolutely correct, it can be. The "not necessarily required" part was my attempt at saying that she wasn't hiding anything. I didn't tell you much more than you already knew. If she had been hiding, then roll on.
Other Players: Feel free to follow suit. You can lay down a roll and see if it sticks. I'll tell you whether or not it works for the situation and/or ask questions, maybe in a PM. Also, it can be a fine line to walk asking for a roll vs just RPing something. There is a sweet spot there. As a player, there is nothing worse than writing up something amazing and then rolling like crap. Bad times. hee)
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
The rug turns to Kanrath at his question and tries to rises up a bit, puts a tassel on its non-existent hip, and starts shaking its non-existent head and the other tassel at him.
Omega shakes his own head, "That was more of a call than a command. I wouldn't recommend offending or triggering Sparkle Mat. It hasn't worked out well for many." He then puts his head back, "If you wouldn't mind helping it free? You might make a friend for life." A bit lower, "No matter what you do to get rid of it."
Turning his half-cloaked face to Eira, "Good question. Are you? Do you think you'd be able to tell if you were?"
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Noctis stares at the mat after giving Omega a raised eyebrow. His smile more of a amused smirk now, Noctis chuckles, "I say I'm alive~ I've got to many things to do to have died so soon~...though, if I did die. I heard there are some pretty sexy devils~ though I wouldn't mind meeting an angel~" He walks towards the rug and pokes it, squatting down to get to "eye level" with it, "What do you think? Devils or angels?"
Kanrath looks down at the rug. He has heard from travelling merchants of tales of legendary carpets can can fly through the air, but also of such floor ornaments that attempt to slay those who would step on them. The thought of it being sentient is somewhat of a surprise. Perhaps the gods have been fickle with some spirits, granting them bodies of hemp and cotton. "Very well." The centaur goes over to start unlaidening the pile of broken furniture whilst still keeping a look out for an unbroken chair. Chairs aren't really built for centaurs, so he might not have the best judgement of such things. "I believe we are not dead." He notions to the others as he works. "However, there are greater powers at work here, and for now speaking and learning may be better than drawing swords. If I truly had died, I would not have expected these effects to have followed me into the realm beyond."
Kanrath has 16 STR and counts as a large sized creature for lifting things. Don't think basic furniture should be a problem.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Gwyllen looks on as the Tielfing harasses Sparkle Mat, giving Omega a glance. “This should be exciting…”
With a long exhale, she reaches into her cloak and removes a glowing orb. Icy tendrils begin running down her hand and forearm in crystalline formations as she squeezes it lightly, and frost begins to fall from her skin.
She begins speaking lowly in an ancient tongue:
“Ama, mesedez eskatu alfonbra atsegina izan dadin.”
As she continues, the orb ignites into a deep sangria blaze. Her eyes roll back into their sockets and gravity defying snow begins to pour from them into the sky above. The smell of ozone and burnt keratin builds around her.
“Mesedez, ez utzi zaldi-gizonak orkatilak hausten! ”
As she speaks the last word, Fiachra takes to the air, cawing raucously and shedding feathers like rain. It soars above Kanrath and Noctis and bursts in a ball of crackling blackness, littering their backs with broken, silky strands.
Gwyllen falls to her knees, the orb clutched in her frozen fist and begins vomiting dark blood and downy feathers. Finally, with all her remaining strength, she raises her spear and slams it to the ground three times.
On the final strike, a misty sheen appears around Noctis. It emits a light crackling, like the sound of soft footfalls in fresh snow.
A cool, soothing bed of ethereal feathers appear along Kanrath’s forearms as well.
Gwyllen pulls the hood of her cloak over her head and drops her spear. Her hands disappear into the folds of fabric and she silently weeps as the continuing effects of the Queen’s gift pulse through her veins.
This one is mostly for Noctis, but since Sanctuary is a bonus action, a little bit of help for Kanrath too in case he tries to like, take a step or something. LMAO
Just following basic turn concept since we're out of initiative... for now.
Guidance on Kanrath - obviously not needed on the STR check, so he can use it on the next thing.
Sanctuary on Noctis - If attacked, the attacker must make a WIS save or redirect. If Noctis attacks, he loses the shield. https://www.dndbeyond.com/spells/sanctuary
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
(OOC: Not sure if we've lost Kweinir and Caobis, but I'm pressing forward.)
Kanrath easily maneuvers through the pile of mostly broken furniture. He does find a chair with it's back and arms missing, making it more of a stool really. As he does so, he sees Gwyllen fall further into pain, crumbling to the floor and becoming sick. Both he and Noctis experience some kind of magical effect surrounding them at the same time, which gives them a greater sense of confidence.
You may both roll Arcana, if you'd like your characters to know what's being done to you.
With the table lifted, Sparkle Mat takes this moment to poke Noctis back with a tassel and hover his non-existent head at eye-level. This is now a staring contest.
Omega sighs at this development, "I did warn you, did I not, young teifling?" Motion towards Kanrath, "Now Young Centaur, you said you had some knowledge of the healing arts? The pain-loving over-achiever on the floor and myself are in need of some assistance."
Sighing once more to calm his pain, "Dead or alive, it matters not at the moment. What does, is that you recognize where you are and how it pertains to your mission ahead."
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Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Arcana: 11
Kanrath walks over to Gwyllen, his silvery eyes looking down at the injured figure in front of her. "My abilities eases the pain of others, be it to live, or not die suffering." He tells her. "Be it that you live today, than that is your fate." He kneels down beside her, his human hands gesturing as he utters a small prayer, something indecipherable to those not trained in the ways he was taught during his upbringing. A purple tint covers his hands as he lightly presses them to her in an attempt to staunch the wounds.
Cure Wounds (2nd level): Heal 12 hit points.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
(OOC: Sorry I was sure I had posted several days ago. I'm definitely still here.)
Eira looks at her hands, at the others and back at her hands. Could she really be dead? "Am I dead Dumeron?" Nothing. No answer as usual. After what felt like a week of dead silence she musters up the courage to speak to the strange person-thing who appeared out of nowhere. "I'm not sure, to be honest. Might as well be with monsters like that Lonely-thing wandering around." She shudders. The thought of the sad, lonely abomination caused her empathy to peak, feeling empathy for something or someone that tries to kill you is dangerous and she knew it.
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Gwyllen looks starts at the touch and glances up to Kanrath from beneath her hood. A look of surprise crosses her face and the hint of a weak smile plays around her lips.
"I... I am not used to kindness from strangers... thank you."
She feels the warm magic wash over her and the pain in her chest subsides as her wounds shrink and close. The blood flow slows to a halt and she breaths without pain with great relief.
Picking up her spear, she presses it firmly into the ground and rises, her weight pressed against it. Old pains and aches aside, along with some new permanent nerve damage, she feels good as new. As her skin flushes, she pulls back her hood and looks to the centaur again.
"Your compassion is much appreciated. I feel renewed."
She smiles again, this time a real grin, and tosses her burnt cloak open. Wiping her bloody hands across the shredded black leather covering her breasts, her eyes burn a cool blue and frost crackles across the filthy skin and leather. As it melts away, her body and leathers appear to be clean again.
Looking down at her chest, she laughs at the newly revealing garment showing off choice angles of her curves. She readjusts her bandoleer and nestles back down in her cloak. "If only that young man who wounded me was here to see his handy work..."
Back to max health. Mange takk, Hestevennin min!
Prestidigitation to clean herself.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Arcane: 18
Noctis keeps the staring contest going for a solid five-seconds before he (cheats) takes his finger and scratches under the carpet/mat's 'chin', "Hehe, aren't you a interesting one~" He then casts his own spell on the mat, cleaning it up.
Spell casted - Prestidigitation
Catching a bit of Gwyllen's words, Noct raises an eye brow, then also notes her revealing figure chuckles, "As much as I am enjoying the view, does the lady need another layer? I know most aren't blessed with my tolerance for the weather." He then holds out his jacket, with a playful smile, "Don't worry~ You won't be cursed for touching it~"
(Sorry got distracted irl and forgot to post still here tho)
Marenos just stands back to let the healing types do their thing seeing and keeps watching the portal. "So Omega what do you want from us, I can figure we are wanted for something but I would rather you tell us so we can get on with it. Before we get any other horrible creatures attached to horses." He says looking around the room
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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