The being slowly shifts to one pile of gold and jewels. You both find it a little odd to see a handful of gold coins suddenly take flight and move to another pile before they clatter into the Hoard.
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Josiah is in the main chamber of the caves again, sitting on the floor and leaning against a wall. He stares off into the middle distance, his thoughts of the last several days swirling about as he tries to sift through them. To anyone looking at him, he looks obviously weary and drained.
Just felt like I needed to post SOMETHING here again, since the thread seems to have slowed to a crawl.
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Bean says in an almost sure tone. "i think it is made out of magic, my will given form... thought my willpower would have more substance to it though, Shh candle envy, its my first attempt. maybe it will take more attempts to get stronger".
ooc: Yey, happy day
bean will now attempt to arcane search again. "uh, weird thing i made, can you help me look around for whatever in here ifeel is calling to me?"
Bean Arcane: 12
Unseen servent arcana (technically its bean having advantage): 20
THE DM IS BUSY WITH LIFE, I CAN ONLY APOLOGIZE SO MUCH!
Bean, you suddenly get a strong vibe from the room. A Itch that seems to lessen when you look at a table towards the back. Wading threw mounds of silver and gold you get to the table to find it FILLED with alchemic ingredients.
What ingredients are you looking for Aero?
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Torla, as you prepare to scavenge threw the table in search of Iro- Its right there. You were expecting to have to scour threw the table yet there is a Pile of Iron and Various types of Incense right in front of you.
I'd say sure Bean.
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Bean looks through the pile of materials, and asks the unseen servent, "ok you helped me find all this, im going to lift stuff up and hand it to you. If it is useful to use put it in my bag, if not put it back on the table. And hopefully it will be everything we need."
And without beans direct knowledge, he and his unseen servant will have created an impromptu componant pouch. "I dont know, maybe a feather is useful.... Apperantly my magic force of will says yes, into the bag it goes."
And as he is done bean will wait for torla, and then skip happily out of the treasure room and meet back up with the rest of the party
Torla takes all of the iron and incense, praising Moradin as she does so. As she gathers together with her companions, she asks, "I plan to petition the All-Father in the morning for help in the coming battle. I feel as though I can ask him one specific question. Do any of you have a suggestion for what that question should be?"
You all find your nights rest, Some easier the others. The night in the cavern is warm and very cozy. Easily the best nights sleep you;ve had since being on the island.
You all awake the next morning, the torches still burning. You are by yourselves.
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Torla finds a quiet place outside the cave in the early morning. She creates a small holy place with the incense and arranges herself in the humble worship posture she has seen her father take many, many times. She goes through the ritual, her muscles remembering the motions more than her mind does. As she does this, memories of home flood her mind. Her lips form the words, but she does not say them out loud. Her eyes begin to release large tears as her love of her god and her family mingle and feed upon each other until she feels like her heart will burst. As she completes the final form, she quiets herself before Moradin. "All-father," she says through her swollen throat. "I hear you in my soul. I feel you leading me. I know it is time to go home." She lifts her sparkling eyes toward the sky, staring at, but not seeing the floating island. "You have broken me, and I thank you for it," she breathes. "I do not know what today holds. I do not know what tomorrow brings. I am yours. Protect us, I pray, so that I may be your servant to my people."
Casting divination with creative license, hoping Torla sacrificing her freedom to serve Moradin back home is worth at least 25 gp
(Did we sleep in the cave with the treasure or elsewhere?)
Imras wakes slowly, feeling greatly refreshed. He stretches contentedly before standing and looking around, noticing that their hosts are nowhere to be seen.
Josiah you are the first to see the Kneeling Dwarf, some distance away from the rest of the group. Her hands clutching her amulet, the focus of her faith so tight that blood is beginning to seep from the edges. Her eyes are closed and she seems to be speaking.
You all awake not because of the time but because of the Noise. What sounds like a Billowing horn overcomes the small cavern in which you all have rest your heads. From across the cave you all see a shimmering golden door appear. Easily 30 feet high this door is massive, Sparkling with divine energy. The door cracks and you are all blinded by pure white light, Except for you Torla. From beyond the door you see the Form of your Patron. The Soulforger strides forth, Clad in shimmering gold Plate armor, A large shield in one hand and a Brilliant Ornate war hammer in the other. While he has the form of a dwarf, He is easily 25 feet tall if not taller. His massive frame blots out the light from the door. Torla your amulet burns white hot in your hands in the Presence of your Deity.
Placing the hammer head on the ground before him with a loud THUD the light behind him slowly fades as he looks over the small group.
"Torla, You have given your freedom to me in a Bid for my presence. Such a thing is no small matter Sonnilor, for this I will grant you three requests of me. Be they within my power I will make it so." At this point the rest of you are finally rid of the temporary blindness caused by the Brilliant light. Able to see the God that now stands before you.
"Know this Torla, Once your requests are Fulfilled and your duty here done. I will call upon you to be One of my Hammers." The All-father billows, yet his lips are unmoving.
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Torla ignores the burning of her amulet within her clasped hands. Tears stream down her face, whether from fear or joy or awe or effort, she does not know, nor does she care. Her face is aglow. A smile spreads her lips. "Father," she almost whispers. She blinks, half expecting the vision to have disappeared when her eyelids reopen. But he is still there. She can feel the power radiating off of him. She feels like she could remain like this forever — dwelling in his presence. It would be enough. It would sustain her. She could want nothing else. But his words echo in her mind. She had a job to do. Her time would come. She had to be patient. She had a job to do.
She pulls her mind back to thinking. Three requests. More than she could have hoped for. She immediately knows what the first two are.
"All-father," she says more loudly. "My first request is for my captain. Please, can you return him to his family? If you could reverse his demise and return him to them whole, so much the better, but at the very least, return his body to Cynna, Isabel and Willow so that they may know what has become of him and not spend their days wondering and wishing."
Imras is frozen in place with shock as he sees a god standing before him. He had never been particularly religious himself, and had CERTAINLY never expected to come face to face with a deity himself.
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The being slowly shifts to one pile of gold and jewels. You both find it a little odd to see a handful of gold coins suddenly take flight and move to another pile before they clatter into the Hoard.
Josiah is in the main chamber of the caves again, sitting on the floor and leaning against a wall. He stares off into the middle distance, his thoughts of the last several days swirling about as he tries to sift through them. To anyone looking at him, he looks obviously weary and drained.
Just felt like I needed to post SOMETHING here again, since the thread seems to have slowed to a crawl.
Brythel approaches the elf “eh, he dooin all right, Josiah”
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Torla slowly lowers her amulet back to her chest as she watches the treasure float about. "You created that? How? What is it?"
Imras follows the others into the treasure room and his eyes widen. While the others are distracted, he slips some coins and gems into his pockets.
Sleight of Hand: 17
(First real chance I've had for my flaw to come into play :P)
Bean says in an almost sure tone. "i think it is made out of magic, my will given form... thought my willpower would have more substance to it though, Shh candle envy, its my first attempt. maybe it will take more attempts to get stronger".
ooc: Yey, happy day
bean will now attempt to arcane search again. "uh, weird thing i made, can you help me look around for whatever in here ifeel is calling to me?"
Bean Arcane: 12
Unseen servent arcana (technically its bean having advantage): 20
Ooc: im sorry everyone, i swear as soon as i find the thing, we can leave i didnt try to spend two weeks in a treasure room.
THE DM IS BUSY WITH LIFE, I CAN ONLY APOLOGIZE SO MUCH!
Bean, you suddenly get a strong vibe from the room. A Itch that seems to lessen when you look at a table towards the back. Wading threw mounds of silver and gold you get to the table to find it FILLED with alchemic ingredients.
What ingredients are you looking for Aero?
Torla follows Bean to the table.
Investigation to find incense and/or iron: 12
Any way bean can create a componant pouch from the alchemical materials?
Torla, as you prepare to scavenge threw the table in search of Iro- Its right there. You were expecting to have to scour threw the table yet there is a Pile of Iron and Various types of Incense right in front of you.
I'd say sure Bean.
Bean looks through the pile of materials, and asks the unseen servent, "ok you helped me find all this, im going to lift stuff up and hand it to you. If it is useful to use put it in my bag, if not put it back on the table. And hopefully it will be everything we need."
And without beans direct knowledge, he and his unseen servant will have created an impromptu componant pouch. "I dont know, maybe a feather is useful.... Apperantly my magic force of will says yes, into the bag it goes."
And as he is done bean will wait for torla, and then skip happily out of the treasure room and meet back up with the rest of the party
Torla takes all of the iron and incense, praising Moradin as she does so. As she gathers together with her companions, she asks, "I plan to petition the All-Father in the morning for help in the coming battle. I feel as though I can ask him one specific question. Do any of you have a suggestion for what that question should be?"
You all find your nights rest, Some easier the others. The night in the cavern is warm and very cozy. Easily the best nights sleep you;ve had since being on the island.
You all awake the next morning, the torches still burning. You are by yourselves.
Torla finds a quiet place outside the cave in the early morning. She creates a small holy place with the incense and arranges herself in the humble worship posture she has seen her father take many, many times. She goes through the ritual, her muscles remembering the motions more than her mind does. As she does this, memories of home flood her mind. Her lips form the words, but she does not say them out loud. Her eyes begin to release large tears as her love of her god and her family mingle and feed upon each other until she feels like her heart will burst. As she completes the final form, she quiets herself before Moradin. "All-father," she says through her swollen throat. "I hear you in my soul. I feel you leading me. I know it is time to go home." She lifts her sparkling eyes toward the sky, staring at, but not seeing the floating island. "You have broken me, and I thank you for it," she breathes. "I do not know what today holds. I do not know what tomorrow brings. I am yours. Protect us, I pray, so that I may be your servant to my people."
Casting divination with creative license, hoping Torla sacrificing her freedom to serve Moradin back home is worth at least 25 gp
"How do we defeat the Cold Emperor?"
(Did we sleep in the cave with the treasure or elsewhere?)
Imras wakes slowly, feeling greatly refreshed. He stretches contentedly before standing and looking around, noticing that their hosts are nowhere to be seen.
Josiah wakes slowly, his gaze stern and ready for action.
You all slept in the cave.
Josiah you are the first to see the Kneeling Dwarf, some distance away from the rest of the group. Her hands clutching her amulet, the focus of her faith so tight that blood is beginning to seep from the edges. Her eyes are closed and she seems to be speaking.
You all awake not because of the time but because of the Noise. What sounds like a Billowing horn overcomes the small cavern in which you all have rest your heads. From across the cave you all see a shimmering golden door appear. Easily 30 feet high this door is massive, Sparkling with divine energy. The door cracks and you are all blinded by pure white light, Except for you Torla. From beyond the door you see the Form of your Patron. The Soulforger strides forth, Clad in shimmering gold Plate armor, A large shield in one hand and a Brilliant Ornate war hammer in the other. While he has the form of a dwarf, He is easily 25 feet tall if not taller. His massive frame blots out the light from the door. Torla your amulet burns white hot in your hands in the Presence of your Deity.
Placing the hammer head on the ground before him with a loud THUD the light behind him slowly fades as he looks over the small group.
"Torla, You have given your freedom to me in a Bid for my presence. Such a thing is no small matter Sonnilor, for this I will grant you three requests of me. Be they within my power I will make it so." At this point the rest of you are finally rid of the temporary blindness caused by the Brilliant light. Able to see the God that now stands before you.
"Know this Torla, Once your requests are Fulfilled and your duty here done. I will call upon you to be One of my Hammers." The All-father billows, yet his lips are unmoving.
Torla ignores the burning of her amulet within her clasped hands. Tears stream down her face, whether from fear or joy or awe or effort, she does not know, nor does she care. Her face is aglow. A smile spreads her lips. "Father," she almost whispers. She blinks, half expecting the vision to have disappeared when her eyelids reopen. But he is still there. She can feel the power radiating off of him. She feels like she could remain like this forever — dwelling in his presence. It would be enough. It would sustain her. She could want nothing else. But his words echo in her mind. She had a job to do. Her time would come. She had to be patient. She had a job to do.
She pulls her mind back to thinking. Three requests. More than she could have hoped for. She immediately knows what the first two are.
"All-father," she says more loudly. "My first request is for my captain. Please, can you return him to his family? If you could reverse his demise and return him to them whole, so much the better, but at the very least, return his body to Cynna, Isabel and Willow so that they may know what has become of him and not spend their days wondering and wishing."
Imras is frozen in place with shock as he sees a god standing before him. He had never been particularly religious himself, and had CERTAINLY never expected to come face to face with a deity himself.