Saisei:'You see, mentor? all of that beauty. That supposed to answer your question. The humanoids can build also good things, not just to destroy. And if they do, why you can't?' Bylle is going into the city, look in awe at the impressive buildings. But somtimes, even the beauty build on something else, uglier. She is trying to find some good place to take a little rest from the long travel.
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Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
Yaw: "It's beautiful... but what happened to the others? You mentioned a jump but I still don't understand. What are they and what could you possibly need our help for? Your technology is clearly far beyond anything we might understand. Tell me what you want from me and I promise I will do my best" I attempt to keep my discomfort hidden when the grating robotic voice mimics speech. I really do want to help.
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Yaw -Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Rattles follows up. "I get it now, the strange writing, the poison, the egg...Yaw, these are dragons, like, the actual kind, or at least they were. I don't really get it, though, why all this is here, why the key to this place was left for me."
"PRIORITY. ONE. MAINTAIN. SHIP. AND. KEEP. IN. WORKING. ORDER...YOU. MUST. RESTORE. SHIP. POWER. TO. FULL. CAPACITY...THERE. IS. A. SOURCE. ON. THE LOWEST. LEVEL. THAT. CAN. BE. CONNECTED."
Saisei:
Bylle: You go into the city, berated by noise and color. Lit signs everywhere, roads which are built up and around buildings, which have incredible wagons which move on their own, there is music blaring from strange devices. It's hard to keep up with the flow of people moving on the streets, but you manage to find a good time to duck out into a building that looks like an Inn, or at least is advertised as such. A fire Genasi is reading something at the front desk, chewing on something, tobacco maybe? You've never seen someone blow a bubble from tobbaco. There is jazzy music coming from seemingly nowhere in this room. You can see a couple of people sitting at one side of the room, a couple of elves, they're wearing leather masks over their eyes, and they seem to be watching you carefully.
Corvidae - Obstacle Course:
Iam: "Yeah, a little bit like that, but simpler. It's actually more like base 22, so there are 22 important numbers, really, your taking me way back, I'm probably not the best person to teach you about this stuff, but, hey, if you want to learn more, I think you know where to go to do just that."
Iam calculates a bit. It seems the two most important parts of this are the numbers 0-22, and the values of those numbers squared and cubed respectively, form a solid basis for this sealing magic. Iam ponders, however, about the mathmatical probabilties of certain numbers, and their relation to seals. If it is based on multiplication, what of product of nonsimalir numbers, do those form seals as well? What about prime numbers, those may correspond to seals as well, but multiplying those numbers can't reach them. Are other operations possible? Only through further teachings can your analysis be complete.
"Well, I mean...sure, I would like you to stick around, but, hey you spend your life learning about this stuff, you got to do something with it eventually. Hey, you want something good to happen to you, a good way to be fated for it is to go out looking. This is fate occuring naturally, it just seems unatural, because to you, it just feels like this oppurtunity fell into your lap, but for me, you know, I just have this feeling where I know this exactly where I'm suppose to be, what I need to do, for what I'm fated for." She takes out the parchment with your palm rubbed on. "But, if your so worried about it being unnatural, I can rip this up, and you can let what happens, happens. Some people like it better that way, and that's fine."
Dungeon - Trial of Ratio and Scale:
Jogs slams down, only to feel reverberations, leaving a dent. At first, it seems like your efforts were all for naught, but suddenly, the objects starts to shake and lose form, crumbling into pieces. You guess you didn't know your own strength? Something so integral probably should not have broken so easily, but you just, really wanted it to break, and it did?
Orina asks you can already feel like you answer is fruitless, but as you finish, with a please, after a small pause...you hear "As you wish." You notice, the small roots that grow from the ceiling start to get longer, thicker, much faster than normal. They slowly grow and incase the place, you just, really wanted them to grow, and they did?
Greenport:
Honour: "Yeah, this place is nice. . Hey, Finds, what's the goings on around here?" The dragonborn Innkeeper answers. "Oh, well, I just heard there was a ship that was destroyed in the middle of the night at the docks. Very strange. But a shiphand looking for work, would find work on a ship. If you are looking for something to drink, well, I happen to have quite the selection, would you like something standard, have something specific in mind or just want to try the most expensive thing?"
The tiefling answers the last question with. "Heck, Finds is quite the specimen, excellent drink mixer, it's hard to pick one, but, since you say picking poison: Hey, Finds, could you whip me up a Neurotoxin?" Finds gives the oddest look. "Sorry, I don't serve those that early, you know it'll knock you silly, and no Gargle Blasters, either." The tiefling rolls his eyes. "Fine, then give me a Crevice Spike so I can drink more later." Finds signs, goes benath the bar, and pours in some juice from a green bottle, then squeezes a couple of peppers into his drink. He shows it to you. "See, crazy, and she never tells anybody the drink list, I doubt anyone remembers to care after a couple of swigs anyway. I guess I need to read a lot more books."
Faksimile - Temple District:
Ulrich: "Fortune be with you." They say, Dula to the Barracks, John toward Archway, the entrance to the city, and you to the Temple District.
As you walk, more than a few people are careful to move out of your path. You are almost to the temple, and someone purposly bumps into your shoulder, not caring you are there. Another death cleric, one of the few, you never got get name, but she's not one for talking, and is always quite busy, trying to move up. Here, you can't just move up, age is very much tied to rank, only the oldest are ever in charge. The last head cleric was bedridden, incapable of any mission, but infalliably wise, this new one is a bit more spry but even then...
You walk into the Ashen Hall, empty, as usual, as it should be, mostly anyway. You see that a wrinkly woman, your head cleric, bound to a wheelchair she can't even move on her own, is reading something in front of her, feeling the words upon an inscribed tablet, she is totally blind, and has coins where her eyes should be. However, without looking up she says. "Ah, Ulrich, you have returned from your mission...and it seems you've been rewarded." Her handler is a black dragonborn, which is a rare sight to see inside the city, he is constantly cloaked, and you aren't sure if he outranks you, but quite sure that asking is a bad idea.
Chloro Hills:
You wander down the hillsides, approaching the tree. The Pegasus, who has been following you, suddenly stops, the tree just about a couple minutes more to walk to from here.
Garden:
Xamodas: "A bargain? Is that what life is to you, the experience of the Soul, something that is cheap? Do you find that too easy? Maybe I should make you a newt instead, close enough to a dragon, and it might teach you more respect. The proper answer is 'Yes, Thank You.', or at least it is now."
Musuem-> Wagon Park:
Nessja: You are suddenly thrust into another place, you can see, far in the distance, something in the air, and dust rising up. The Caretaker looks at you and says. "Wait here, then vanishes." You look around, it seems this is where people have set up camp on there travels. A confused looking goblin in plainclothes looks at you, confused and babbling about what exactly they just saw. "How did, why , where did- wha?"
Wagon Park [coming soon even though the fight is basically over at this point]
Wagon Park: On Areyo's turn, her rage ends, and she takes her bearings. "What's going on, what are you shooting at?" she asks
Zacharias approaches the Vagrant, who finally looks up and notices you, and has a nervous look on his face for a second as he sees your weapon. "Hey there fellow aspect, you know, I was just having a brief scuffle with a mortal, you know, things got a bit out of hand, but it's been resolved, I assure you." a bullet wizzes past, barely missing his head. He gives a bifurcated, crocodile smile. He stinks of chaos and malintent. Your gut feeling brought you here, but now, it has subsided, and further judgement is in your hands. "Okay, I'm fleeing the scene, but listen, she shot me first and stole from me, honest." Make an insight check on that. A blast of energy soars by, nearly you, but you move your head in time as it explodes behind you like a firework. The Vagrant jumps slightly at the blast, he has quite a few bullet holes in him already, and he moves up and behind you to shield himself. "I'll just stay right here behind you, as long as you promise to stay right in front of me, promise? Besides, not like I can kill you, I don't even know you."
It is Zacharias turn.
Leshanna and Dordis both notice the glowing light in the sky, held by someone else aloft in the air. The Vagrant takes cover behind them.
Chloro Hills Nae pauses after the pegasus stops. "Something wrong buddy? Or is this just where you're leaving us?" Nae will look around to see if she sees anything
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Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Xamodas bristles, but he recalls Red Dragon's words. Respect. He lowers his head, and tries to watch his tone as he explains himself.
"You wear the form of my people. You know my past. You know why I used that word. My life has been a series of calculations, of trades. Now I am here to ask your favor. This favor is something I can't repay. Your offer to send me back, and all I have to do is sincerely record my emotions. That is a bargain. It is a task I will perform to the best of my ability. But it is a small price to pay for what was offered to me."
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Dordis acknowledges the glowing light, treating it as a sign of someone who has come to their aid and speaks in a loud yet soft tone, "Whoever you are, the person behind you is of a malicious intent and there is no denying it, that vagrant is a focus of demonic attacks."
Movement: Dordis will move up to a better vantage point to see the vagrant's position.
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((not assuming the positions of Zacharias and the vagrant))
Action: Channeling into his reserve that has grown, he reaches forth as his star pendant reacts with his hand movement, supplying otherwordly hues of magical lines that eventually form into a 2nd level magic missile in the form of 4 celestial bodies with orbiting rings pointed forwards. The hues of celestial colours seem to imitate a barely recognizable symbol ofa pair of female eyes, surrounded by seven stars as a form of movement as the 4 darts swarm towards the vagrant in pristine comet-like movement.
I would advise you to look up the D&D 5e gods and look for any which have the symbol I gave, I'll give a hint, it's a goddess that is an aspect of the moon and stars.
Ulrich bows. "She did gift me. I was much surprised. And unsure as to how I earned it. And she gave me more. That I less understand. And am not sure I will learn it."
She looked on curiously, as an ear twitched, and a slow smile crossed her lips.. "Dangerous territory there friend Finds." she said with a toothy smile, exposing a pearlescent fanged canine.. "Now I'm intrigued... Surprise me, lets see what you've got in store. And would you happen to know the name of that ship perchance?" she seemed a little concerned about the news of a ship sinking in dock for a mysterious reason.. it would question the security of the place if someone was able to sabotage a ship so easily.... but she did then turn to the tiefling who had ordered the drink, and leaned on the bar..."This seems like a second home to you there friend, and what is it you do around these parts?" she rested her head upon her palm which she propped up by an elbow on the bar and watched him with curious amethyst eyes.
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Orina and Jogs(Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / EXIT
"Oh... this is a bit unexpected! Come on, guys, let's get out of here before the plants seal us in!" Orina beckons the others and dashes through the exit to the rabbit warren. When everyone has gathered safely in the rabbit warren tunnel, she turns around and watches the shifting roots twist and grow to close off the entrance ot the dungeon.
"That's strange... I was sure I made a hash of asking those plants to help us out. What happened in there?" Frowning, she takes out the bundle of cloth with the glowing egg-stone inside of it and unwraps it a little so she can see the stone. Then she looks at the others. "Hey... Grr Grr Frr, do you want to help me try something out? Close your eyes, and wish aloud really hard, that you could speak perfectly in common, without any problems or accents. When you're done, open your eyes and say something to the rest of us."
As Orina waits to see if Grr Grr does as she asks, she watches the stone intently, keeping an eye out for any shift in its properties.
Nessja: You are suddenly thrust into another place, you can see, far in the distance, something in the air, and dust rising up. The Caretaker looks at you and says. "Wait here, then vanishes." You look around, it seems this is where people have set up camp on there travels. A confused looking goblin in plainclothes looks at you, confused and babbling about what exactly they just saw. "How did, why , where did- wha?"
Wagon Park [coming soon even though the fight is basically over at this point]
"Thank you for the information. Worried is the wrong word. Curious as to what drives you, your reason. In any event it is important to you, and belongs to both of us. You may keep it. I will look for your tent, once I finish myself's work here, unless you have something else you need from myself?" Iam asks as he let's go of the ladies hand and begins to get ready to return to work to finish the tasks he had started. Looking around he decides in his haste he has been a bit messy and needs to clean up the area before continuing, but that is as if another part of himself notices and if filed away while waiting for the ladies reply.
"This vagrant was steeling from a dead person when I first found him." Leshanna speaks up. "I did shoot him then, and defeat the demon hounds he sent after me." She shrugs. "Once I took out the hounds, I did take a book from the body, but that is all I took." She nods to the vagrant. "He has now attacked us here, sending demons against us again."
Nessaja ((Whoops, sorry Nessaja, a bit of confusing wording, you're now in the same place as where the Wagon Park battle is going on, but your not in that same instance, I've been putting them in seperate post. I am giving you hooks to either head towards that area, stay where you are and interact with this NPC, or do something completely different while you are in this place.))
Nessaja ((Whoops, sorry Nessaja, a bit of confusing wording, you're now in the same place as where the Wagon Park battle is going on, but your not in that same instance, I've been putting them in seperate post. I am giving you hooks to either head towards that area, stay where you are and interact with this NPC, or do something completely different while you are in this place.))
Yaw: I close my eyes and see the clear image of that writhing beast that would have sent me to an early grave. "I was afraid of that..."
I watch the egg, cautiously. For a moment I thought I saw it move. "Even if it is a dragon, we can't leave it here to die before it was ever hatched. Let's make our way down and connect the power. I can't imagine why the key was left for you but one thing is clear; this is your story are we're here because for whatever reason someone wanted you here."
"I think I saw a way down back in the power room. The area where the pillar in the center of the room went through the deck was damaged enough that I think we could squeeze down through the cracks. Lets give that a try"
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Chloro Hills:
Noldeme decides to stop on her tracks as both the pegasus and Nae stop. She decides to let her friend take care of the unmoving celestial while she keeps an eye on the surroundings around the tree they were heading to in a check for potential danger.
Hey, just here to let you all know my next post will have a bit of a delay, obviously it's pretty delayed already (My lab went longer than usual, if you're astute, this was the thing that interrupted me last week) and I still have some work I need to finish. If it doesn't take too long, I be able to write it today, otherwise I'll have to break my streak and post it tommorow. Thank you for your patience.
ALSO (yes, I'm procrastinating slightly by writing this but) I was thinking about doing something special for some sort of celebration of 1000 posts, it'll probably involve writing or sharing something especially intresting about the world, or maybe something artistic if you would enjoy the shlock I can whip up in MS paint and Pixlr. IDK for sure, shoot me something, gotta find way to show some extra appreciation for you all. Thanks again, and I appreciate all of you!
Saisei:'You see, mentor? all of that beauty. That supposed to answer your question. The humanoids can build also good things, not just to destroy. And if they do, why you can't?' Bylle is going into the city, look in awe at the impressive buildings. But somtimes, even the beauty build on something else, uglier. She is trying to find some good place to take a little rest from the long travel.
Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session
Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
The Vilemind:
Yaw: "It's beautiful... but what happened to the others? You mentioned a jump but I still don't understand. What are they and what could you possibly need our help for? Your technology is clearly far beyond anything we might understand. Tell me what you want from me and I promise I will do my best" I attempt to keep my discomfort hidden when the grating robotic voice mimics speech. I really do want to help.
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
The Vilemind:
"POWER. FAILURE. CAUSED. EMERGENCY. LANDING..****Y. ONE. SURVIVED....THEY. WERE. OUR. FUTURE."
Rattles follows up. "I get it now, the strange writing, the poison, the egg...Yaw, these are dragons, like, the actual kind, or at least they were. I don't really get it, though, why all this is here, why the key to this place was left for me."
"PRIORITY. ONE. MAINTAIN. SHIP. AND. KEEP. IN. WORKING. ORDER...YOU. MUST. RESTORE. SHIP. POWER. TO. FULL. CAPACITY...THERE. IS. A. SOURCE. ON. THE LOWEST. LEVEL. THAT. CAN. BE. CONNECTED."
Saisei:
Bylle: You go into the city, berated by noise and color. Lit signs everywhere, roads which are built up and around buildings, which have incredible wagons which move on their own, there is music blaring from strange devices. It's hard to keep up with the flow of people moving on the streets, but you manage to find a good time to duck out into a building that looks like an Inn, or at least is advertised as such. A fire Genasi is reading something at the front desk, chewing on something, tobacco maybe? You've never seen someone blow a bubble from tobbaco. There is jazzy music coming from seemingly nowhere in this room. You can see a couple of people sitting at one side of the room, a couple of elves, they're wearing leather masks over their eyes, and they seem to be watching you carefully.
Corvidae - Obstacle Course:
Iam: "Yeah, a little bit like that, but simpler. It's actually more like base 22, so there are 22 important numbers, really, your taking me way back, I'm probably not the best person to teach you about this stuff, but, hey, if you want to learn more, I think you know where to go to do just that."
Iam calculates a bit. It seems the two most important parts of this are the numbers 0-22, and the values of those numbers squared and cubed respectively, form a solid basis for this sealing magic. Iam ponders, however, about the mathmatical probabilties of certain numbers, and their relation to seals. If it is based on multiplication, what of product of nonsimalir numbers, do those form seals as well? What about prime numbers, those may correspond to seals as well, but multiplying those numbers can't reach them. Are other operations possible? Only through further teachings can your analysis be complete.
"Well, I mean...sure, I would like you to stick around, but, hey you spend your life learning about this stuff, you got to do something with it eventually. Hey, you want something good to happen to you, a good way to be fated for it is to go out looking. This is fate occuring naturally, it just seems unatural, because to you, it just feels like this oppurtunity fell into your lap, but for me, you know, I just have this feeling where I know this exactly where I'm suppose to be, what I need to do, for what I'm fated for." She takes out the parchment with your palm rubbed on. "But, if your so worried about it being unnatural, I can rip this up, and you can let what happens, happens. Some people like it better that way, and that's fine."
Dungeon - Trial of Ratio and Scale:
Jogs slams down, only to feel reverberations, leaving a dent. At first, it seems like your efforts were all for naught, but suddenly, the objects starts to shake and lose form, crumbling into pieces. You guess you didn't know your own strength? Something so integral probably should not have broken so easily, but you just, really wanted it to break, and it did?
Orina asks you can already feel like you answer is fruitless, but as you finish, with a please, after a small pause...you hear "As you wish." You notice, the small roots that grow from the ceiling start to get longer, thicker, much faster than normal. They slowly grow and incase the place, you just, really wanted them to grow, and they did?
Greenport:
Honour: "Yeah, this place is nice. . Hey, Finds, what's the goings on around here?" The dragonborn Innkeeper answers. "Oh, well, I just heard there was a ship that was destroyed in the middle of the night at the docks. Very strange. But a shiphand looking for work, would find work on a ship. If you are looking for something to drink, well, I happen to have quite the selection, would you like something standard, have something specific in mind or just want to try the most expensive thing?"
The tiefling answers the last question with. "Heck, Finds is quite the specimen, excellent drink mixer, it's hard to pick one, but, since you say picking poison: Hey, Finds, could you whip me up a Neurotoxin?" Finds gives the oddest look. "Sorry, I don't serve those that early, you know it'll knock you silly, and no Gargle Blasters, either." The tiefling rolls his eyes. "Fine, then give me a Crevice Spike so I can drink more later." Finds signs, goes benath the bar, and pours in some juice from a green bottle, then squeezes a couple of peppers into his drink. He shows it to you. "See, crazy, and she never tells anybody the drink list, I doubt anyone remembers to care after a couple of swigs anyway. I guess I need to read a lot more books."
Faksimile - Temple District:
Ulrich: "Fortune be with you." They say, Dula to the Barracks, John toward Archway, the entrance to the city, and you to the Temple District.
As you walk, more than a few people are careful to move out of your path. You are almost to the temple, and someone purposly bumps into your shoulder, not caring you are there. Another death cleric, one of the few, you never got get name, but she's not one for talking, and is always quite busy, trying to move up. Here, you can't just move up, age is very much tied to rank, only the oldest are ever in charge. The last head cleric was bedridden, incapable of any mission, but infalliably wise, this new one is a bit more spry but even then...
You walk into the Ashen Hall, empty, as usual, as it should be, mostly anyway. You see that a wrinkly woman, your head cleric, bound to a wheelchair she can't even move on her own, is reading something in front of her, feeling the words upon an inscribed tablet, she is totally blind, and has coins where her eyes should be. However, without looking up she says. "Ah, Ulrich, you have returned from your mission...and it seems you've been rewarded." Her handler is a black dragonborn, which is a rare sight to see inside the city, he is constantly cloaked, and you aren't sure if he outranks you, but quite sure that asking is a bad idea.
Chloro Hills:
You wander down the hillsides, approaching the tree. The Pegasus, who has been following you, suddenly stops, the tree just about a couple minutes more to walk to from here.
Garden:
Xamodas: "A bargain? Is that what life is to you, the experience of the Soul, something that is cheap? Do you find that too easy? Maybe I should make you a newt instead, close enough to a dragon, and it might teach you more respect. The proper answer is 'Yes, Thank You.', or at least it is now."
Musuem-> Wagon Park:
Nessja: You are suddenly thrust into another place, you can see, far in the distance, something in the air, and dust rising up. The Caretaker looks at you and says. "Wait here, then vanishes." You look around, it seems this is where people have set up camp on there travels. A confused looking goblin in plainclothes looks at you, confused and babbling about what exactly they just saw. "How did, why , where did- wha?"
Wagon Park [coming soon even though the fight is basically over at this point]
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Wagon Park: On Areyo's turn, her rage ends, and she takes her bearings. "What's going on, what are you shooting at?" she asks
Zacharias approaches the Vagrant, who finally looks up and notices you, and has a nervous look on his face for a second as he sees your weapon. "Hey there fellow aspect, you know, I was just having a brief scuffle with a mortal, you know, things got a bit out of hand, but it's been resolved, I assure you." a bullet wizzes past, barely missing his head. He gives a bifurcated, crocodile smile. He stinks of chaos and malintent. Your gut feeling brought you here, but now, it has subsided, and further judgement is in your hands. "Okay, I'm fleeing the scene, but listen, she shot me first and stole from me, honest." Make an insight check on that. A blast of energy soars by, nearly you, but you move your head in time as it explodes behind you like a firework. The Vagrant jumps slightly at the blast, he has quite a few bullet holes in him already, and he moves up and behind you to shield himself. "I'll just stay right here behind you, as long as you promise to stay right in front of me, promise? Besides, not like I can kill you, I don't even know you."
It is Zacharias turn.
Leshanna and Dordis both notice the glowing light in the sky, held by someone else aloft in the air. The Vagrant takes cover behind them.
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Chloro Hills
Nae pauses after the pegasus stops. "Something wrong buddy? Or is this just where you're leaving us?" Nae will look around to see if she sees anything
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
The Garden
Xamodas bristles, but he recalls Red Dragon's words. Respect. He lowers his head, and tries to watch his tone as he explains himself.
"You wear the form of my people. You know my past. You know why I used that word. My life has been a series of calculations, of trades. Now I am here to ask your favor. This favor is something I can't repay. Your offer to send me back, and all I have to do is sincerely record my emotions. That is a bargain. It is a task I will perform to the best of my ability. But it is a small price to pay for what was offered to me."
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Wagon park - Leshanna, Dordis, & glowing light ((I'm guessing the Guiding bolt didn't hit, oops))
Dordis Falthenfyern
On their turn,
Dordis acknowledges the glowing light, treating it as a sign of someone who has come to their aid and speaks in a loud yet soft tone, "Whoever you are, the person behind you is of a malicious intent and there is no denying it, that vagrant is a focus of demonic attacks."
Movement: Dordis will move up to a better vantage point to see the vagrant's position.
Action: Channeling into his reserve that has grown, he reaches forth as his star pendant reacts with his hand movement, supplying otherwordly hues of magical lines that eventually form into a 2nd level magic missile in the form of 4 celestial bodies with orbiting rings pointed forwards. The hues of celestial colours seem to imitate a barely recognizable symbol of a pair of female eyes, surrounded by seven stars as a form of movement as the 4 darts swarm towards the vagrant in pristine comet-like movement.
magic missile 2nd level- roll value: 18
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I would advise you to look up the D&D 5e gods and look for any which have the symbol I gave, I'll give a hint, it's a goddess that is an aspect of the moon and stars.
Faksimile - Temple District
Ulrich bows. "She did gift me. I was much surprised. And unsure as to how I earned it. And she gave me more. That I less understand. And am not sure I will learn it."
Greenport: Findtheway Inn
She looked on curiously, as an ear twitched, and a slow smile crossed her lips.. "Dangerous territory there friend Finds." she said with a toothy smile, exposing a pearlescent fanged canine.. "Now I'm intrigued... Surprise me, lets see what you've got in store. And would you happen to know the name of that ship perchance?" she seemed a little concerned about the news of a ship sinking in dock for a mysterious reason.. it would question the security of the place if someone was able to sabotage a ship so easily.... but she did then turn to the tiefling who had ordered the drink, and leaned on the bar..."This seems like a second home to you there friend, and what is it you do around these parts?" she rested her head upon her palm which she propped up by an elbow on the bar and watched him with curious amethyst eyes.
Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / EXIT
"Oh... this is a bit unexpected! Come on, guys, let's get out of here before the plants seal us in!" Orina beckons the others and dashes through the exit to the rabbit warren. When everyone has gathered safely in the rabbit warren tunnel, she turns around and watches the shifting roots twist and grow to close off the entrance ot the dungeon.
"That's strange... I was sure I made a hash of asking those plants to help us out. What happened in there?" Frowning, she takes out the bundle of cloth with the glowing egg-stone inside of it and unwraps it a little so she can see the stone. Then she looks at the others. "Hey... Grr Grr Frr, do you want to help me try something out? Close your eyes, and wish aloud really hard, that you could speak perfectly in common, without any problems or accents. When you're done, open your eyes and say something to the rest of us."
As Orina waits to see if Grr Grr does as she asks, she watches the stone intently, keeping an eye out for any shift in its properties.
(Perception 26 with Guidance 1)
Musuem-> Wagon Park:
Nessja: You are suddenly thrust into another place, you can see, far in the distance, something in the air, and dust rising up. The Caretaker looks at you and says. "Wait here, then vanishes." You look around, it seems this is where people have set up camp on there travels. A confused looking goblin in plainclothes looks at you, confused and babbling about what exactly they just saw. "How did, why , where did- wha?"
Wagon Park [coming soon even though the fight is basically over at this point]
Ready when you are :)
Corvidae- Obstacle Course
"Thank you for the information. Worried is the wrong word. Curious as to what drives you, your reason. In any event it is important to you, and belongs to both of us. You may keep it. I will look for your tent, once I finish myself's work here, unless you have something else you need from myself?" Iam asks as he let's go of the ladies hand and begins to get ready to return to work to finish the tasks he had started. Looking around he decides in his haste he has been a bit messy and needs to clean up the area before continuing, but that is as if another part of himself notices and if filed away while waiting for the ladies reply.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Wagon park...
Leshanna moves towards the glowing light.
"This vagrant was steeling from a dead person when I first found him." Leshanna speaks up. "I did shoot him then, and defeat the demon hounds he sent after me." She shrugs. "Once I took out the hounds, I did take a book from the body, but that is all I took." She nods to the vagrant. "He has now attacked us here, sending demons against us again."
OOC:
Nessaja ((Whoops, sorry Nessaja, a bit of confusing wording, you're now in the same place as where the Wagon Park battle is going on, but your not in that same instance, I've been putting them in seperate post. I am giving you hooks to either head towards that area, stay where you are and interact with this NPC, or do something completely different while you are in this place.))
DM for Tower of Heaven
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Oh ok, Ill go to the wagon park.
Zacharias
Insight: 23
Do I recognize Dordis?
The Vilemind:
Yaw: I close my eyes and see the clear image of that writhing beast that would have sent me to an early grave. "I was afraid of that..."
I watch the egg, cautiously. For a moment I thought I saw it move. "Even if it is a dragon, we can't leave it here to die before it was ever hatched. Let's make our way down and connect the power. I can't imagine why the key was left for you but one thing is clear; this is your story are we're here because for whatever reason someone wanted you here."
"I think I saw a way down back in the power room. The area where the pillar in the center of the room went through the deck was damaged enough that I think we could squeeze down through the cracks. Lets give that a try"
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Chloro Hills:
Noldeme decides to stop on her tracks as both the pegasus and Nae stop. She decides to let her friend take care of the unmoving celestial while she keeps an eye on the surroundings around the tree they were heading to in a check for potential danger.
Perception 4
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
OOC:
Hey, just here to let you all know my next post will have a bit of a delay, obviously it's pretty delayed already (My lab went longer than usual, if you're astute, this was the thing that interrupted me last week) and I still have some work I need to finish. If it doesn't take too long, I be able to write it today, otherwise I'll have to break my streak and post it tommorow. Thank you for your patience.
ALSO (yes, I'm procrastinating slightly by writing this but) I was thinking about doing something special for some sort of celebration of 1000 posts, it'll probably involve writing or sharing something especially intresting about the world, or maybe something artistic if you would enjoy the shlock I can whip up in MS paint and Pixlr. IDK for sure, shoot me something, gotta find way to show some extra appreciation for you all. Thanks again, and I appreciate all of you!
DM for Tower of Heaven
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I couldn't resist a quick little sketch after seeing that post, sorry.... ;-) (Ah I forgot Jog's tail! Oops!)