"Then you better be good at alchemy because i will need a potion for a test and it must be how i say it will be! You better be good, or i will get 24 gold tomorrow.... You have been warned litle guy" Ryhunis said in an intimidating tone
When the little chwinga runs back over to Eve to touch her hand it’s almost too much for her to bear. She thinks she might burst with love and cry all at the same time, but before she can react the creature touches her hand and she sees the tiny spirit abstracted as pure joy and energy, and a cold chill runs up her arm…
Was it a cold chill though? Or just the sudden absence of her usual roiling hellfire burning within. The source of her power almost pushed aside for just a second… leaving an indelible mark on her soul. A tiny frozen handprint there, that may or may not last for long. As the chwinga draws away, she can already feel it thawing and her burning fury ebbing back in. But.. something still remains… Some ‘charm’ on her very being… A tiny nugget of ice, and love, and protection…
“Thank you…”, is all she can manage to say, as the creature heads off with Dannika...
Nothing anyone else says even registers with Eve for the rest of the evening. She’s vaguely aware of Ryhunis, Maudath and the Professor bickering, but not really… She is in her own sad place, without her new little companion…
As the evening draws to a close, at some point, Eve begins to ready herself to head back to her mum’s. She doesn’t invite anyone to go with her, but wouldn’t refuse anyone a floor for the night either.
"Sure, I can make a potion," Maudath says to the Professor, "for whatever test her majesty here is on about. A potion whose excellence will match all the grace and charm of the one requesting it."
Maudath does his best to try and cheer Eve up, attempting a handstand inside the Professor's house and only breaking one chair in the process. Finally he just rests a hand on her shoulder.
"Take a bit of time," Maudath says. "It doesn't heal anything but it does make a bit of a hazy cloud around the memory so it doesn't hurt so much."
Then he laughs.
"Time and a couple of pints and a good bar fight. That what you need."
Seeing Eve isn't up for a night at the pubs, Maudath bows to the rest of them and says his good nights.
"Back on the road in the morning then? To the two Caers, right?"
If anyone wants to join him at the Northlook he's happy for the company, but he's happy to go back by himself too to the room Scramsax has set aside for him, after a few pints that it.
The Professor scolds Maudath lightly, before merrily setting about repairing the chair, by the time he's done fiddling with it, the break isn't even visible.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Eve heads back to her mum’s place. Maybe Iris comes back with her too. If so, she’s kind and polite but distant.
Soon though, Eve retires to her room. When she’s there, she re-doubles… and re-triples… her efforts to summon a friend of her very own.
This time the lines are frantic and desperate… Both chalk and charcoal used in overlapping circles. Furious markings across the floor from one side of the room to the other. Black and white. White and black…
She scatters leaves and feathers from nature as Iris had done…
A morsel of the food that Maudath brought back…
A cog and a spring from the Professor’s room…
One of Ryhunis’s stone fingers she had sneaked away...
A drip of blood, as always, from herself…
She lights a candle… Fire… and sprinkles a little incense and charcoal around it from her component pouch.
Something’s missing… something’s not right… she remembers the forest spirit, and opens her window and takes a chunk of ice… Ice… from the icicles on the sill, and places it within the design…
With fury and love and sadness, and with fire and ice in her heart, she falls back on the bed exhausted.
Her pictogram on the floor, radiating lines of light and dark out across the floorboards and up the walls in some places. But, the very centre of the design, is intricate and detailed, and seems to fold in on itself like a disorientating fractal design…
"Sleep, that's what i want a potion of, I wish to try something and it better be good whatever your name is that i forgot. It's not for me of course, now that I think about it, it should be more of a poison then anything, something that can be easily splashed on someone or something. Although i was talking to the professor, if you can do it too, it will be... pleasing. And it must truly be to my level"
Maudath falls asleep easily but after a little while he begins tossing and turning. The events of the past few days run through his mind and he wakes in the middle of the night feeling restless with energy to burn. Moving as quietly as his bulk allows, he grabs his great sword, leaves the room at the Northlook and steps out into the cold night.
With smooth grace, he goes through a series of steps and maneuvers with his sword. He continues and repeats until, despite the cold, sweat runs down his body. Finally the restless energy has been spent and there's an extra quickness and precision to his movements that he's satisfied with.
He makes his way back to bed and sleeps like a rock until morning.
As is usual, he eats a full breakfast at the Inn, slips a few coins to Scramsax in payment and to keep his room for him and then he steps back out into the cold, this time with all of his gear.
Maudath then makes his way back to the Professor's house, whistling and humming as he goes, nodding greetings to any who are up and about already.
Before turning in, the Professor makes his way down to Garn's forge, putting in a bit of time working away at on some of his ongoing projects. He debates back and forth before he ends up scrapping his Wibblepingle's [Tooltip Not Found]™. Garn, and anyone else nearby might notice the Professor get so focused on his work that not only is he moving crisply, heating, tempering and forging like one born to it, but more than once he reaches for something with his missing left hand, and lifts a pair of tongs to clamp the ring he's fashioning, the handles of the tongs seemingly held by a hand he forgot was no longer there.
Garn, after asking a couple times how much longer the Professor would be, and not getting any response, likely gives in and goes to bed, hoping the old fellow doesn't burn the place down.
The next morning when folks arrive at the Professor's they find the door unlocked and him asleep in an armchair, his head tilted back, his snores puffing his mustache in and out (it might be a bit more singed than it was yesterday?). He is still in his armor, though it seems to have some new additions. Rather than the socketed tools you're accustomed to seeing at the left arm's stump, there is a inch wide steel ring, the center of which seems to be filled with a rock very similar in color to Ryhunis, swirled through with veins of gold. Out of the back of the ring run some bulky cords or wires, seemingly wrapped in some sort of cloth that run up his arm, secured by clips in a few places, run across his shoulders and down his other arm, where they insert into a boxy device secured to the back of his wrist. There are also a set of steel rings encircling his thighs and knees, and another ring around his neck, which may be joined to the cables as well, but it's hard to see with his snoring head in the way.
Swapped fire bolt for mage hand, gain magic missile and thunderwave as always prepped spells, and has customized his scale male into a suit of Arcane Armor, having taken the Armorer subclass.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Ryhunis decided to leave a note right in front of the door, on the inside of the house saying "Lose all hope ye who speaks high enough to wake up the half-person" Meanwhile she decided to do her favourite activity: ripping off her fingers The hunger, thirst and lack of sleep seemed lessened when she felt that small pain, it wasn't much and she definitly wasn't a fan of it, but a necessary evi... good... "Those are some annoying kids... but at least they are usefull, and work well together, better then the last ones, quite a suprise they were able to defeat me, but well... guess i just had some bad luck" she thought "And they better take their sweet time or if they wake up the litle guy i swear i will literally punch them of to the spirit realm"
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
((Making a couple checks just for myself before I post...))
Wisdom: 19
Acrobatics: 5
As the evening comes to a close, Iris follows the Professor back to his home and clears off her customary space on his little couch. But an hour passes, then two, and she's unable to find rest. She feels oddly warm inside, which in itself isn't uncomfortable, but the heat of the fire nearby and the furs piled on top of her make it nearly unbearable. She tosses and turns, shedding layers and blankets, but still no luck...
Eventually, when she realizes sleep isn't coming any time soon, she cracks open the front door and slips outside, walking barefoot through the snow around the side of the house. Her eyes catch on the sky above - the clouds have broken in a few places, and she can just make out the stars. Almost without thinking, she grabs a ledge on the side of the house, and begins to scale the wall.
She's nearly made it to the roof when her foot catches on a patch of ice, and without the traction of her boots, she loses her grip and tumbles to the ground. As soon as she hits the snow, flat on her back, wind knocked out of her, the warmth building in her fingertips erupts outwards and all she can see is flame. It licks at her hands without burning and clears a semicircle of snow in front of her, leaving only damp grass. It's over in an instant, and Iris scrambles backwards until she hits the wall.
Breaths shallow and hands shaking, it takes a moment for her gaze to refocus on the sky. She traces the familiar constellations with her eyes over and over, until her breathing has slowed and she's able to get out a few words. "What do you want from me? You've been silent for months, I've been flying blind, then all of a sudden I help my friends with a few jobs and suddenly you give me all of this?" She gestures broadly. "I just want to know what to do...."
She waits a few minutes for a voice, a sign, anything. But her eyes start to droop much more quickly than she'd like, and she falls asleep shivering in the snow.
When it’s almost morning, Eve wakes up with a start. She’s woken up by a familiar voice screaming in her mind: “Aaaaagghhhhh! Noooooooo!…….”, screams the tiny voice.
Eve sits bolt upright, “Ipkiss?!.. What is it?!….. What’s happening?! Where are you??…..”.
The voice screams again “Asaaaghhhh! No! Hellllp meeeee! ..Pleeeease!!!…….”.
Eve scrabbles up, off the bed, and looks frantically around the room. Then she sees it, and isn’t sure if she’s still dreaming!… ..Where her summoning circle was last night, the floorboards are all cracked and splintered upwards, smoke and flames are billowing out in coughs and spurts!
The voice comes again, full of fear and pain, “They hurt me!! …Oh help me please!!… It’s agony!… … ”. And then Eve sees a tiny humanoid form, trying to claw its way up through the floorboards and through the spitting flames.
Eve bursts into tears at the sight of her friend in pain, “Oh gods and hells please mercy!!! …. … Ipkiss!! Come through!! You can make it! …”.
”I CAN’T!!!… I’m weak!!… …They break my bones… They flay my skin!!!…”.
”…But you can save me! Claim me as your own and they can’t touch me!!!…. They wouldn’t dare harm The Chosen’s Chosen!….”.
”THEN I CLAIM YOU!!!…”, she screams sobbing…
”You need to bind me to you.. with a ritual of incense and flame!!… Be quick! They’ll surely kill me for breaking through!!…”.
”NO!… Oh no!!!!… They come!!… Nooooooo!… … …”. And with that the tiny figure is wrenched back through the rift and the flames disappear. The floorboards are unscathed, like nothing had happened…
In that last moment, before Ipkiss is taken, Eve has a flash of knowledge, a ritual to bind him…
((OOC: On level up, Eve takes Pact of the Chain, to learn find familiar. Still finalising spell/evocation choices, but almost there!)).
Eve runs out onto the street, screaming and crying, “Incense!…. I need incense!!!…”.
She bangs on the next door neighbour’s door, even though she knows that house has been vacant for months. She bangs on the door across the street, screaming for incense again. No one answers her calls…
She runs, distraught to the blacksmith’s that The Professor likes. It’s early, but she bangs on the door regardless in floods of tears, beseeching them for incense… and flame… and a brazier… and… and…
She collapses to her knees in front of the blacksmith’s door. She screams herself hoarse, and beats her fists against the door until her hands start to bleed…
Maudath then makes his way back to the Professor's house, whistling and humming as he goes, nodding greetings to any who are up and about already.
As Maudath approaches, he would probably notice Iris slumped against the side of the house, asleep and wearing none of her winter furs. She doesn't seem to stir at the sound of his footsteps.
Maudath stops whistling when he sees Iris slumped against the side of the Professor's house.
He rushes across the road and kneels down next to her.
"Iris? Iris, can you hear me?" Maudath says while he looks quickly for any sign of injury. He notices her skin is cold to the touch. She's been out here too long.
If Iris doesn't answer him, Maudath scoops her up, and bellows "Professor!" as he moves to the front door.
Without waiting for an answer, and ignoring the sign on the door, Maudath quickly bangs his way inside. He sets Iris down by the fireplace and quickly sets about either building the fire back up if it's smoldering or starting a new one. Only once he has the fire going does he notice the Professor asleep in his armor. He slants his head to one side, his eyes tracing the cables and new additions.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who had trouble sleeping last night."
Maudath then tries to make himself as small as possible as he goes into the Professor's kitchen to see if he can make some of that coffee they had the other day to warm Iris up
Maudath then makes his way back to the Professor's house, whistling and humming as he goes, nodding greetings to any who are up and about already.
As Maudath approaches, he would probably notice Iris slumped against the side of the house, asleep and wearing none of her winter furs. She doesn't seem to stir at the sound of his footsteps.
((OOC: Depending on timings and locations, anyone may come across a distraught Eve at the blacksmiths))
The Professor stirs slightly, his neck popping as he shifts position and starts snoring again.
The kitchen is as cluttered with devices as you'd expect, there's a contraption attached to a kettle on one end, and the other end is positioned above a teacup. It would seem that's what was used to brew the ultra concentrated tea of the other morning.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Its been a long days travel and the evening is getting long. Maudath returns with the food that Prof ordered and you all sit and enjoy a good meal.
Is there anything else anyone would like to do before tonights rest?
"Then you better be good at alchemy because i will need a potion for a test and it must be how i say it will be! You better be good, or i will get 24 gold tomorrow.... You have been warned litle guy" Ryhunis said in an intimidating tone
"You'd better do as she says, whatever that was, Maudath. When she takes that tone..."
The Professor doesn't know what potion or test she's talking about, so is being intentionally obtuse.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
When the little chwinga runs back over to Eve to touch her hand it’s almost too much for her to bear. She thinks she might burst with love and cry all at the same time, but before she can react the creature touches her hand and she sees the tiny spirit abstracted as pure joy and energy, and a cold chill runs up her arm…
Was it a cold chill though? Or just the sudden absence of her usual roiling hellfire burning within. The source of her power almost pushed aside for just a second… leaving an indelible mark on her soul. A tiny frozen handprint there, that may or may not last for long. As the chwinga draws away, she can already feel it thawing and her burning fury ebbing back in. But.. something still remains… Some ‘charm’ on her very being… A tiny nugget of ice, and love, and protection…
“Thank you…”, is all she can manage to say, as the creature heads off with Dannika...
Nothing anyone else says even registers with Eve for the rest of the evening. She’s vaguely aware of Ryhunis, Maudath and the Professor bickering, but not really… She is in her own sad place, without her new little companion…
As the evening draws to a close, at some point, Eve begins to ready herself to head back to her mum’s. She doesn’t invite anyone to go with her, but wouldn’t refuse anyone a floor for the night either.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
"Sure, I can make a potion," Maudath says to the Professor, "for whatever test her majesty here is on about. A potion whose excellence will match all the grace and charm of the one requesting it."
Maudath does his best to try and cheer Eve up, attempting a handstand inside the Professor's house and only breaking one chair in the process. Finally he just rests a hand on her shoulder.
"Take a bit of time," Maudath says. "It doesn't heal anything but it does make a bit of a hazy cloud around the memory so it doesn't hurt so much."
Then he laughs.
"Time and a couple of pints and a good bar fight. That what you need."
Seeing Eve isn't up for a night at the pubs, Maudath bows to the rest of them and says his good nights.
"Back on the road in the morning then? To the two Caers, right?"
If anyone wants to join him at the Northlook he's happy for the company, but he's happy to go back by himself too to the room Scramsax has set aside for him, after a few pints that it.
The Professor scolds Maudath lightly, before merrily setting about repairing the chair, by the time he's done fiddling with it, the break isn't even visible.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Eve heads back to her mum’s place. Maybe Iris comes back with her too. If so, she’s kind and polite but distant.
Soon though, Eve retires to her room. When she’s there, she re-doubles… and re-triples… her efforts to summon a friend of her very own.
This time the lines are frantic and desperate… Both chalk and charcoal used in overlapping circles. Furious markings across the floor from one side of the room to the other. Black and white. White and black…
She scatters leaves and feathers from nature as Iris had done…
A morsel of the food that Maudath brought back…
A cog and a spring from the Professor’s room…
One of Ryhunis’s stone fingers she had sneaked away...
A drip of blood, as always, from herself…
She lights a candle… Fire… and sprinkles a little incense and charcoal around it from her component pouch.
Something’s missing… something’s not right… she remembers the forest spirit, and opens her window and takes a chunk of ice… Ice… from the icicles on the sill, and places it within the design…
With fury and love and sadness, and with fire and ice in her heart, she falls back on the bed exhausted.
Her pictogram on the floor, radiating lines of light and dark out across the floorboards and up the walls in some places. But, the very centre of the design, is intricate and detailed, and seems to fold in on itself like a disorientating fractal design…
She sleeps…
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
"Sleep, that's what i want a potion of, I wish to try something and it better be good whatever your name is that i forgot. It's not for me of course, now that I think about it, it should be more of a poison then anything, something that can be easily splashed on someone or something. Although i was talking to the professor, if you can do it too, it will be... pleasing. And it must truly be to my level"
You all find your familiar places of rest and after a bit sleep comes easily to you all.
(Go ahead and lvl up to lvl 3!)
Maudath falls asleep easily but after a little while he begins tossing and turning. The events of the past few days run through his mind and he wakes in the middle of the night feeling restless with energy to burn. Moving as quietly as his bulk allows, he grabs his great sword, leaves the room at the Northlook and steps out into the cold night.
With smooth grace, he goes through a series of steps and maneuvers with his sword. He continues and repeats until, despite the cold, sweat runs down his body. Finally the restless energy has been spent and there's an extra quickness and precision to his movements that he's satisfied with.
He makes his way back to bed and sleeps like a rock until morning.
As is usual, he eats a full breakfast at the Inn, slips a few coins to Scramsax in payment and to keep his room for him and then he steps back out into the cold, this time with all of his gear.
Maudath then makes his way back to the Professor's house, whistling and humming as he goes, nodding greetings to any who are up and about already.
Before turning in, the Professor makes his way down to Garn's forge, putting in a bit of time working away at on some of his ongoing projects. He debates back and forth before he ends up scrapping his Wibblepingle's [Tooltip Not Found]™. Garn, and anyone else nearby might notice the Professor get so focused on his work that not only is he moving crisply, heating, tempering and forging like one born to it, but more than once he reaches for something with his missing left hand, and lifts a pair of tongs to clamp the ring he's fashioning, the handles of the tongs seemingly held by a hand he forgot was no longer there.
Garn, after asking a couple times how much longer the Professor would be, and not getting any response, likely gives in and goes to bed, hoping the old fellow doesn't burn the place down.
The next morning when folks arrive at the Professor's they find the door unlocked and him asleep in an armchair, his head tilted back, his snores puffing his mustache in and out (it might be a bit more singed than it was yesterday?). He is still in his armor, though it seems to have some new additions. Rather than the socketed tools you're accustomed to seeing at the left arm's stump, there is a inch wide steel ring, the center of which seems to be filled with a rock very similar in color to Ryhunis, swirled through with veins of gold. Out of the back of the ring run some bulky cords or wires, seemingly wrapped in some sort of cloth that run up his arm, secured by clips in a few places, run across his shoulders and down his other arm, where they insert into a boxy device secured to the back of his wrist. There are also a set of steel rings encircling his thighs and knees, and another ring around his neck, which may be joined to the cables as well, but it's hard to see with his snoring head in the way.
Swapped fire bolt for mage hand, gain magic missile and thunderwave as always prepped spells, and has customized his scale male into a suit of Arcane Armor, having taken the Armorer subclass.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Ryhunis decided to leave a note right in front of the door, on the inside of the house saying
"Lose all hope ye who speaks high enough to wake up the half-person"
Meanwhile she decided to do her favourite activity: ripping off her fingers
The hunger, thirst and lack of sleep seemed lessened when she felt that small pain, it wasn't much and she definitly wasn't a fan of it, but a necessary evi... good...
"Those are some annoying kids... but at least they are usefull, and work well together, better then the last ones, quite a suprise they were able to defeat me, but well... guess i just had some bad luck" she thought "And they better take their sweet time or if they wake up the litle guy i swear i will literally punch them of to the spirit realm"
((Awwww...))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
((Making a couple checks just for myself before I post...))
Wisdom: 19
Acrobatics: 5
As the evening comes to a close, Iris follows the Professor back to his home and clears off her customary space on his little couch. But an hour passes, then two, and she's unable to find rest. She feels oddly warm inside, which in itself isn't uncomfortable, but the heat of the fire nearby and the furs piled on top of her make it nearly unbearable. She tosses and turns, shedding layers and blankets, but still no luck...
Eventually, when she realizes sleep isn't coming any time soon, she cracks open the front door and slips outside, walking barefoot through the snow around the side of the house. Her eyes catch on the sky above - the clouds have broken in a few places, and she can just make out the stars. Almost without thinking, she grabs a ledge on the side of the house, and begins to scale the wall.
She's nearly made it to the roof when her foot catches on a patch of ice, and without the traction of her boots, she loses her grip and tumbles to the ground. As soon as she hits the snow, flat on her back, wind knocked out of her, the warmth building in her fingertips erupts outwards and all she can see is flame. It licks at her hands without burning and clears a semicircle of snow in front of her, leaving only damp grass. It's over in an instant, and Iris scrambles backwards until she hits the wall.
Breaths shallow and hands shaking, it takes a moment for her gaze to refocus on the sky. She traces the familiar constellations with her eyes over and over, until her breathing has slowed and she's able to get out a few words. "What do you want from me? You've been silent for months, I've been flying blind, then all of a sudden I help my friends with a few jobs and suddenly you give me all of this?" She gestures broadly. "I just want to know what to do...."
She waits a few minutes for a voice, a sign, anything. But her eyes start to droop much more quickly than she'd like, and she falls asleep shivering in the snow.
Iris - Tiefling Cleric | Cassandra - Elf Warlock | Solace - Tiefling Monk | Tempest - Hexblood Monk | Lex - Fire Genasi Barbarian
Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
When it’s almost morning, Eve wakes up with a start. She’s woken up by a familiar voice screaming in her mind: “Aaaaagghhhhh! Noooooooo!…….”, screams the tiny voice.
Eve sits bolt upright, “Ipkiss?!.. What is it?!….. What’s happening?! Where are you??…..”.
The voice screams again “Asaaaghhhh! No! Hellllp meeeee! ..Pleeeease!!!…….”.
Eve scrabbles up, off the bed, and looks frantically around the room. Then she sees it, and isn’t sure if she’s still dreaming!… ..Where her summoning circle was last night, the floorboards are all cracked and splintered upwards, smoke and flames are billowing out in coughs and spurts!
The voice comes again, full of fear and pain, “They hurt me!! …Oh help me please!!… It’s agony!… … ”. And then Eve sees a tiny humanoid form, trying to claw its way up through the floorboards and through the spitting flames.
Eve bursts into tears at the sight of her friend in pain, “Oh gods and hells please mercy!!! …. … Ipkiss!! Come through!! You can make it! …”.
”I CAN’T!!!… I’m weak!!… …They break my bones… They flay my skin!!!…”.
”…But you can save me! Claim me as your own and they can’t touch me!!!…. They wouldn’t dare harm The Chosen’s Chosen!….”.
”THEN I CLAIM YOU!!!…”, she screams sobbing…
”You need to bind me to you.. with a ritual of incense and flame!!… Be quick! They’ll surely kill me for breaking through!!…”.
”NO!… Oh no!!!!… They come!!… Nooooooo!… … …”. And with that the tiny figure is wrenched back through the rift and the flames disappear. The floorboards are unscathed, like nothing had happened…
In that last moment, before Ipkiss is taken, Eve has a flash of knowledge, a ritual to bind him…
((OOC: On level up, Eve takes Pact of the Chain, to learn find familiar. Still finalising spell/evocation choices, but almost there!)).
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Eve runs out onto the street, screaming and crying, “Incense!…. I need incense!!!…”.
She bangs on the next door neighbour’s door, even though she knows that house has been vacant for months. She bangs on the door across the street, screaming for incense again. No one answers her calls…
She runs, distraught to the blacksmith’s that The Professor likes. It’s early, but she bangs on the door regardless in floods of tears, beseeching them for incense… and flame… and a brazier… and… and…
She collapses to her knees in front of the blacksmith’s door. She screams herself hoarse, and beats her fists against the door until her hands start to bleed…
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
As Maudath approaches, he would probably notice Iris slumped against the side of the house, asleep and wearing none of her winter furs. She doesn't seem to stir at the sound of his footsteps.
Iris - Tiefling Cleric | Cassandra - Elf Warlock | Solace - Tiefling Monk | Tempest - Hexblood Monk | Lex - Fire Genasi Barbarian
Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
Maudath stops whistling when he sees Iris slumped against the side of the Professor's house.
He rushes across the road and kneels down next to her.
"Iris? Iris, can you hear me?" Maudath says while he looks quickly for any sign of injury. He notices her skin is cold to the touch. She's been out here too long.
If Iris doesn't answer him, Maudath scoops her up, and bellows "Professor!" as he moves to the front door.
Without waiting for an answer, and ignoring the sign on the door, Maudath quickly bangs his way inside. He sets Iris down by the fireplace and quickly sets about either building the fire back up if it's smoldering or starting a new one. Only once he has the fire going does he notice the Professor asleep in his armor. He slants his head to one side, his eyes tracing the cables and new additions.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who had trouble sleeping last night."
Maudath then tries to make himself as small as possible as he goes into the Professor's kitchen to see if he can make some of that coffee they had the other day to warm Iris up
((OOC: Depending on timings and locations, anyone may come across a distraught Eve at the blacksmiths))
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
The Professor stirs slightly, his neck popping as he shifts position and starts snoring again.
The kitchen is as cluttered with devices as you'd expect, there's a contraption attached to a kettle on one end, and the other end is positioned above a teacup. It would seem that's what was used to brew the ultra concentrated tea of the other morning.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
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