"While this is fantastic news, your friend being alive, it still leaves us with many possibilities. We need to narrow down the places she may be. We can't simply rule out her mother. As we know I was brought to this place without much of a chance to warn anyone, even if I could have. If the same types of magics are used. She may have not been able to let you know. So what sort of beings are capable of doing such a feat. I leave this answer to you, as I have very little experience in real world things."
Stray picking up on facial ques and Urkia's obvious discomfort.
"I am sorry, I did mot mean to offend. Whatever I said. I meant no harm. I know very little outside the walls of the monastery. I was only trying to help narrow down the search for your friend. I am unsure what creatures, or spells can make someone vanish without a trace, and not give the target a chance to scream or call out. Forgive me Urkia."
Urkia notices that Stray is concerned and closes her eyes shut. She sits down on a chair, hugs her strong legs with her arms and looks so small, nothing close to the tall and bold half-orc lady Stray saw and then she mutters, slowly:
"No. You didn't offend me. Magic scares me, because of Shecta. She used this horrible type of magic, possessed innocent creatures and crushed their souls into dust just to do dark magic. She did it once to save my life. But i love the nature. All these little critters and animals are a part of me, a part of my soul. But when I saw Shecta do it for the first time.. I-It felt..."
"I am NOT saying that Shecta isn't my true friend for life o-or that she uses the magic for bad, but... It's all so confusing. I don't know why she'd do that."
Urkia says the last part very quietly and almost without breath, like she is choking. Then, slowly, she relaxes a bit, after she had told her friends all that had been bottled up deep inside.
"We have to find her. She is my only hope, and even after using d-d-dark magic, she is like a sister. Thank you all for your help and let us hope we find her."
Stray rises from his chair, places a hand upon Urkia's shoulder.
"We must have faith"
He then begins to mumble a short prayer, smiles, and returns to his seat.
"I have faith in my God that he has brought us all here for this purpose. And that we will prevail. I may not know worldly things, but I do know spiritual things. Baxter, and Slate are very good at what they do. Trust in that at least."
Slate places a hand on Baxter's shoulder and guides him away from the rest of the group. Once they are far enough away, he squats down to be closer to Baxter’s height so he can whisper effectively.
“I’m not saying anything definitively, I’m just throwing out ideas that are bouncing around in my head, but I think you might be the only one here who understands this. Urkia doesn’t get magic and Stray is sheltered, though he is lucky for that.”
He takes a look back at Stray and Urkia interacting. Then turns his attention back to Bax.
“The way Urkia described Shecta’s magic… It sounds almost unnatural. It sounds like the warlocks the carnival has encountered in the past.”
“This is all just hypothetical, and it wouldn’t mean she herself is bad, but if her power came from a dark being, then they would have the power, and right to, pluck her from existence to their counsel. Then just drop her back into our world wherever they felt like.”
“It’s just something to keep in mind… just in case…”
Slate lets out a sigh of angst, understanding that he has to tread ever so carefully so as not to upset Urkia.
“There is… a balance that is upheld…”
He looks down at Baxter, knowing his people understand this sentiment well.
“A balance within the natural world… a great cycle of life and death…”
The soft light that peers through the crack in his jaw fades in and out, pulsing like a heartbeat, getting more rapid as he talks about the subject.
“And when creatures are plucked from their place in cycle, and die before their time… it can have repercussions… that I don’t even have time to explain…”
He goes to place a hand on her shoulder, worried at first that he might upset her with it, but also not understanding personal boundaries enough to get why it would be a problem. As he places his hand on her, it is warm, like the heat that emanates from a soothing stone.
“But… I don’t know her… or what she has been through… so I will withhold my judgment and do my best to help find her.”
Urkia pulls on her hair, not sure what to do or say.
"B-but she always had a good reason. She would do anything to help me. Thanks for understanding and continuing your search. I do have this special connection to animals, too. But I am sure she is a good guy. She is, right?"
Urkia says, pretty unsure of her friendship and questioning everything. The hand on her shoulder keeps her calm and she does not go in a rage like her old self would.
Wh- eat? No! But she did have a reason. She used this magic to save me! We were hiking in the mountains and I almost fell, but she snatched a-a wasp or something and saved me!"
Urk snatches a quick judgemental glance at Baxter and Slate and then looks down. Her eyes dart from the door to the ceiling and then she stands up.
"I've decided. I'm going myself to search for her. Oh, and she will stay friends with me no matter what you say."
And then the orc lady grabs her axe, swings it on her shoulder and darts outside, slamming the front door and not saying a word.
Slate crosses his arms as he turns to Baxter after Urkia runs away.
“I just meant to say, that when a creature dies, its life force enters something new, and that new being is allowed to flourish. Perhaps Urk wasn’t the intended being to revive the gift of life, but I suppose in a way that could have been the cycle's fate after all…”
He pauses and rushes out the door, after Urkia startled him upon his first arrival, he kept everything on him.
“I have to go… I must right this wrong…”
He rushes out the door, leaving only pebbles and dust behind him.
Stray looks at Shecta, then Baxter, and back to Shecta. Stares for a second as if lost in thought. Then turns to Baxter.
" Anyway I was reading my journal notes, from back when i was at the monastery, And from the way Urkia described her friends magic, one of two conclusions I've come to."
"A. Her friend is possessed by some demon, and her body is being used to do these unnatural things."
"Or B. she has either willingly or unwillingly struck some bargain with a demon that is allowing her to do these magics."
(I can't past the image I made in hero forge so I'll describe details)
He wears red and black shoes (Like Converse chuck taylors), a red leather jacket, a large chain (Reflavored whip) and a rapier on his hip and a striped mohawk alternating red and black. He has light scarlet skin with gray horns that turn red-ish at the tips. He has studded gray jeans with a large belt that has a skull buckle, a spiked choker and a large adventuring back including a bedroll visible.
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Hello, I'm Tyrion, nice to meet you Baxter." He says in a cockney accent as he extends his hand downward to greet Baxter and shake his hand. "I could help search for this Shecta if you wish."
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"While this is fantastic news, your friend being alive, it still leaves us with many possibilities. We need to narrow down the places she may be. We can't simply rule out her mother. As we know I was brought to this place without much of a chance to warn anyone, even if I could have. If the same types of magics are used. She may have not been able to let you know. So what sort of beings are capable of doing such a feat. I leave this answer to you, as I have very little experience in real world things."
At the word "magic" Urkia whinces and jumps. She makes no big deal of it.
"Uhhh has anyone tried this delicious pastry?" She tries to change the subject. Then she points at a random direction.
Stray picking up on facial ques and Urkia's obvious discomfort.
"I am sorry, I did mot mean to offend. Whatever I said. I meant no harm. I know very little outside the walls of the monastery. I was only trying to help narrow down the search for your friend. I am unsure what creatures, or spells can make someone vanish without a trace, and not give the target a chance to scream or call out. Forgive me Urkia."
Urkia notices that Stray is concerned and closes her eyes shut. She sits down on a chair, hugs her strong legs with her arms and looks so small, nothing close to the tall and bold half-orc lady Stray saw and then she mutters, slowly:
"No. You didn't offend me. Magic scares me, because of Shecta. She used this horrible type of magic, possessed innocent creatures and crushed their souls into dust just to do dark magic. She did it once to save my life. But i love the nature. All these little critters and animals are a part of me, a part of my soul. But when I saw Shecta do it for the first time.. I-It felt..."
"I am NOT saying that Shecta isn't my true friend for life o-or that she uses the magic for bad, but... It's all so confusing. I don't know why she'd do that."
Urkia says the last part very quietly and almost without breath, like she is choking. Then, slowly, she relaxes a bit, after she had told her friends all that had been bottled up deep inside.
"We have to find her. She is my only hope, and even after using d-d-dark magic, she is like a sister. Thank you all for your help and let us hope we find her."
Stray rises from his chair, places a hand upon Urkia's shoulder.
"We must have faith"
He then begins to mumble a short prayer, smiles, and returns to his seat.
"I have faith in my God that he has brought us all here for this purpose. And that we will prevail. I may not know worldly things, but I do know spiritual things. Baxter, and Slate are very good at what they do. Trust in that at least."
Slate places a hand on Baxter's shoulder and guides him away from the rest of the group. Once they are far enough away, he squats down to be closer to Baxter’s height so he can whisper effectively.
“I’m not saying anything definitively, I’m just throwing out ideas that are bouncing around in my head, but I think you might be the only one here who understands this. Urkia doesn’t get magic and Stray is sheltered, though he is lucky for that.”
He takes a look back at Stray and Urkia interacting. Then turns his attention back to Bax.
“The way Urkia described Shecta’s magic… It sounds almost unnatural. It sounds like the warlocks the carnival has encountered in the past.”
“This is all just hypothetical, and it wouldn’t mean she herself is bad, but if her power came from a dark being, then they would have the power, and right to, pluck her from existence to their counsel. Then just drop her back into our world wherever they felt like.”
“It’s just something to keep in mind… just in case…”
"Hey guys! Watcha talking about?"
Says Urk, approaching Baxter and Slate. She takes a huge bite out of her bocicne, devouring it all in one go.
(Hey, can anyone continue roleplaying?)
Slate lets out a sigh of angst, understanding that he has to tread ever so carefully so as not to upset Urkia.
“There is… a balance that is upheld…”
He looks down at Baxter, knowing his people understand this sentiment well.
“A balance within the natural world… a great cycle of life and death…”
The soft light that peers through the crack in his jaw fades in and out, pulsing like a heartbeat, getting more rapid as he talks about the subject.
“And when creatures are plucked from their place in cycle, and die before their time… it can have repercussions… that I don’t even have time to explain…”
He goes to place a hand on her shoulder, worried at first that he might upset her with it, but also not understanding personal boundaries enough to get why it would be a problem. As he places his hand on her, it is warm, like the heat that emanates from a soothing stone.
“But… I don’t know her… or what she has been through… so I will withhold my judgment and do my best to help find her.”
Urkia pulls on her hair, not sure what to do or say.
"B-but she always had a good reason. She would do anything to help me. Thanks for understanding and continuing your search. I do have this special connection to animals, too. But I am sure she is a good guy. She is, right?"
Urkia says, pretty unsure of her friendship and questioning everything. The hand on her shoulder keeps her calm and she does not go in a rage like her old self would.
Urkia's voice rises".
Wh- eat? No! But she did have a reason. She used this magic to save me! We were hiking in the mountains and I almost fell, but she snatched a-a wasp or something and saved me!"
Urk snatches a quick judgemental glance at Baxter and Slate and then looks down. Her eyes dart from the door to the ceiling and then she stands up.
"I've decided. I'm going myself to search for her. Oh, and she will stay friends with me no matter what you say."
And then the orc lady grabs her axe, swings it on her shoulder and darts outside, slamming the front door and not saying a word.
Slate crosses his arms as he turns to Baxter after Urkia runs away.
“I just meant to say, that when a creature dies, its life force enters something new, and that new being is allowed to flourish. Perhaps Urk wasn’t the intended being to revive the gift of life, but I suppose in a way that could have been the cycle's fate after all…”
He pauses and rushes out the door, after Urkia startled him upon his first arrival, he kept everything on him.
“I have to go… I must right this wrong…”
He rushes out the door, leaving only pebbles and dust behind him.
Stray looks up from his journal oblivious to all that has just taken place.
"Did that illusion just talk?"
"Hey where did everyone go?"
(I just want to ask what should we do now? Should we return to the tavern having found something valuable or go on the adventure?)
(If we go on an adventure, and I am game btw, who DM's and I've never played this outside pen and paper so I may need a few pointers)
(and further, I think this story line is getting very cool)
(Also, if we do adventure, do we leave this group and form a new group?)
"Baxter, that thing is creeping me out, If this is some kind of scare the new guy, not funny."
Stray looks at Baxter, hopeful it's just a scare the new guy prank
Stray looks at Shecta, then Baxter, and back to Shecta. Stares for a second as if lost in thought. Then turns to Baxter.
" Anyway I was reading my journal notes, from back when i was at the monastery, And from the way Urkia described her friends magic, one of two conclusions I've come to."
"A. Her friend is possessed by some demon, and her body is being used to do these unnatural things."
"Or B. she has either willingly or unwillingly struck some bargain with a demon that is allowing her to do these magics."
A red tiefling with a red and white flying-V guitar on his back enters the tavern.
Character sheet
(I can't past the image I made in hero forge so I'll describe details)
He wears red and black shoes (Like Converse chuck taylors), a red leather jacket, a large chain (Reflavored whip) and a rapier on his hip and a striped mohawk alternating red and black. He has light scarlet skin with gray horns that turn red-ish at the tips. He has studded gray jeans with a large belt that has a skull buckle, a spiked choker and a large adventuring back including a bedroll visible.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Hello, I'm Tyrion, nice to meet you Baxter." He says in a cockney accent as he extends his hand downward to greet Baxter and shake his hand. "I could help search for this Shecta if you wish."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Got it to work, he's also a graffiti artist sometimes, he's Chaotic Good. He spreads what he sees as right, and doesn't follow the letter of the law.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)