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"Umphf... [giant]You sure I'm the biggest threat[giant]?" Flint says to the giant with a grin. He then laughs as Caradoc brutally slices into its thick leg.
Before the GIant is even able to attack, Carodoc manages to sever the tendon with his Sword. The Giant collapses on the field, partially blocking the tunnel. Carodoc rushes up, and then stabs into the other giant violently. It roars in pain, but does not go down from the damage.
Before the GIant is even able to attack, Carodoc manages to sever the tendon with his Sword. The Giant collapses on the field, partially blocking the tunnel. Carodoc rushes up, and then stabs into the other giant violently. It roars in pain, but does not go down from the damage.
OOC: if the hill giant dropped from Caradoc's OA, he would climb up the dead giant's body and stab at the Ogre.
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Before the GIant is even able to attack, Carodoc manages to sever the tendon with his Sword. The Giant collapses on the field, partially blocking the tunnel. Carodoc rushes up, and then stabs into the other giant violently. It roars in pain, but does not go down from the damage.
OOC: Yes, that would be correct. Ro make it make sense I will do some themetics.
As Carodoc slices through and kills the giant, another violent flux on the sky happens. You feel as if time itself spreads out through the space of a heartbeat.
Flint feels the pain of the 2 blows of the giant, but suddenly, reality snaps back, and instead of suffering the blows, he instead sees a dead giant before him.
Cyrnair will close in on the last standing giant, and lay into it with his blade.
Ky fires 2 more arrows, embues with the focus of a planar hunter and ice. The shafts splinter into shards dealing extremel damage to the giant, who just barely manages to stay standing.
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Flint breathes a sigh of relief somehow catching a brief glimpse of an alternate reality. "Thank you, my little friend! I believe you saved me a some hurt," the cleric calls to Caradoc. "Remind me not to rub away from you.. hehe."
He turns his attention back to the the remaining giant. The familiar bells ring out again and his spear strikes out at the monster.
With the second creature in the matter of seconds, Flint combines the power of his radiant weapon and this cantrips together to kill the Gaint. All that is left is the ogre.
Feeling the ground beneath his feet shudder ever so slightly as the second giant falls, Ennis turns his attention to the ogre that Caradoc has engaged, firing a ray icy energy at it in hopes of slowing its movements.
Action: Ray of Frost Ranged Spell Attack: 19 Damage: 11 Cold
Flint runs around body of the fallen giant to a few steps behind Caradoc. Feeling rather cocksure, he then yells over to the ogre just as Ennis blasts it with an icy beam, "You are next, my ugly friend!"
OOC: Sorry, forgot to include my movement in my last post.
As the last spell is cast, arrow fired, and dagger thrust, the last ogre dies, some 80 feet from the mouth of the tunnel.
Looking around and remembering the struggle some of you had against 1 cave giant not a few months back, you get a feeling of real growth and strength. The feeling is short lived however, as another ripple shutters through you.
Again, you feel yourselves being pushed out of your physical form and this time the feeling lasts 2 heartbeats. Looking up, you see that the dome of clouds pushes it's way further down towards the ground. Now it looks as though there is only a mile or so between the sky and the ground, as the dome looks to be nearly complete. It seems to encompass the battlefield where the armies of Neverwinter and Watersdeep, and this dark army are clashing, and it also seems to go all the way to the forest city of Nah'Thair. You can only guess since you are at the center of it, the dome goes that way in all directions.
As you look around further, the ghostly buildings look more substantial. The people walking arou d and through you are more numerous. You notice as a group of elves, the grey of skin and looking giant and washed out, points directly at you. They look afraid, but also... depressed... you get the feeling...
The elves point at you and begin talking in nervous conversation. One looks to scream as if seeing... a ghost... and runs off. You cannot hear their voices.
Suddenly, one of them turns around and points westward, looking even more terrified. Bursting from the center of the ground, a massive serpent with a dragon like head rises from the ground. It is black and brown in color with a crown of horns, and is bigger then any dragon you had ever read about. You can imagine that even Tiamats heads and necks would be smaller them this thing.
The creature looks somewhat misty as well, as if not really in this plane, and it roars. You feel it more then hear it as it let's out its powerful scream. Terror sinks into all of your minds, and you all are stunned into silence.
Just as suddenly as this giant snake like dragon wyrm appears, the sky is suddenly lit up with the power of flame taken living form. A massive bird that looks to be of a swan mixed with an eagle, but with a body made of flames from every color of the rainbow swoops in.
Its wingspan must be 100 feet across, if not 200... it also dwarfs even the stories you have heard of about ancient dragons. Its power seems to light up all of the darkness around you, but again, its form is somewhat misty... as if not really here.
You all watch as this fire like entity swings around the serpent, and releases a gout of flame from its body. The Wyrm roars in pain, and you watch as a dark green brown ball of what looks like necrotic energy forms in front of it. It releases the ball at the fire bird, and a chunk of its flaming body just... vanishes. The flames regenerate though, and their battle continues.
All if you watch in horror... in awe... in fear... as this... almost illusionary battle of what looks to be titans or Gods takes place in the valley of the mountain.
Ky looks at the images around. (OOC: I assume Ky would know what this is? Can I assume the buildings we are seeing is the feywild/shadowfell based on the shadowy image of the demigods battling? Being from there and being a HW ranger? I will edit post if not.)
"Guys... I think that serpent with wings is ripping a hole between the feywild and this plane. Something this big could break all of the inner planes... this is really bad. If that happens... there will be no safe place for us to be. Cyrnair.. Whatever you are going to do... do it fast!"
"Agreed!"Flint shouts as he makes for the entrance to where the ogres and giants were digging and signals for everyone to get in the tunnel. "Let's do what we came here for...and perhaps take refuge in Cyrnair's temple if we can." The goliath peers up to the sky and the apparent cosmic battle going on causes his expression to harden.
After seeing in awe the fight between the two dimensional beings Cyrnair says “ The Morning Lord’s Daughter...” when the inmense Phoenix appears. Ky’lera and Flint voices bring him back.
He nods and runs towards the tunnel making his sword illiumante the path before them as they enter it.
“For much as woudl stay in awe looking at Mylord’s Daughter fighting for us, our mission is also crucial for her success. “ he says as they run “ We must be hurry my friends... “
As the group runs forward down the tunnel, Cyrnairs celestial form starts to emerge, even without his bidding. Light pours out of him as he runs, and his wings sprout out of his back. You make it about 100 feet down before you come to the end of the tunnel, which seems to be at a sudden end. There are beams of wood that seem to be supporting the fragile tunnel the giants have made.
Looking around at the dead end, you start to worry as there is nothing of any consequence down here. Looking around desperately for anything, as Cyrnair approaches the end of the tunnel, light start to spill out from the rocks surrounding them. As Cyrnair reaches out his hand, the rocks almost... melt... away from his hand. Walking forward, the earth molds itself around all of you and as it does so, the slight tingle of celestial energy seems to be creating a tunnel around you. Once everyone is within the rock, the loose shale and rock collapses in behind you, leaving no real trail to follow.
You walk for what seems like a few minutes this way, which does not seem possible for the location of the collapse, when suddenly there is no rock in the way. In front of you, is a shimmering golden field, with 1 planar, and 3 divas standing on the other end of the wall. Looking closely at them, they all have their hands out towards the barrier, and they have an intense look of concentration. One of the blue winged creatures seeing Cyrnair says, "We had been hoping to see you chose one. Come quickly."
A rift opens between where you are, and they are in the shield. A small ribbon like part in a curtain in the field. You all quickly funnel in following Cyrnair.
Looking around, you see a space about 200 feet in all directions with a central abbey like building, made of 2 stories. This is very familiar to you Cyrnair, as much of your life was spent within this courtyard. Looking upward, you see the shimmering shield holding back the rock collapse.
"We collapsed the mountain to buy us time. They cannot assault the shield directly with the stone, and the weight of the rock is easier to hold back then magic." One of the divas says, looking at Cyrnair for only a moment. "We have sent a mental warning to the abbey that you have arrived. Time is short."
Looking towards the abbey, you see a woman that has a natural beauty, though she seems to be unaware of it. The woman in whites and gold, with a hood pulled back. Her hair is a golden color with streaks of shock white running through her hair. She has deep worry lines around her eyes and mouth, but smiles despite the hard times you are currently facing.
Walking up to you slowly, with a tired resolve, is Cyrnairs mother. (Cyrnair, please describe.)
While they are traversing the rocks Cyrnair didn’t say a word, like if he was in some kind of trance. Once inside the dome he just nods to the deva that talk to him, a little bit surprised by that beign just talking to him and that all that he saw in his vision was real.
Then his mother came near them and he finally reacted.
He approaches her.
“Mother...” he says more as an acknowledgement that as calling he had thought in this moment a thousand times since he left, disobeying her will, he had imagined them having another argument, she recrimining him for leaving and he argumenting all the good he and his friend had done in the world. He imagined that she would come running to him and kissing him, happy to have him back from the dangerous outside world... but all of that washed away when he saw her calm eyes looking at him. He walked over her, a head and a half tall over the fragile form of the matriarch... and he kneeled down.
All the blame that he had been carrying, all the doubts that had carved his soul all this time, despite their doings and the deva’s words, all the fear of the lasts days that he wouldn’t be on time to save her... he just lowered his head, his wings touching the ground around him and his mother.
- I am sorry - he says - please, forgive me -
After a second she extends one hand and with a gentle touch on Cyrnair’s face she raises it towards her and without a word she hugs hin and he responds, circling her mother’s body with his armored arms.
After a few seconds in wich each other finds comfort in the other she raises his son and speaks.
- There’s nothing to forgive... -
- But you were right... I should have stayed here... are you... are you alright? -
- You are here now that’s all that matters. Do you believe now? -
- I... have faith Mother. It’s still hard to believe that I am, in fact, the Chosen One.. -
She smiles
- I guess that stubbornness come from my part of the family... - she jokes.
Then his friends made a sound and Cyrnair suddenly remembers that his friends are behind them, and he turns around.
- Oh my, excuse me friends. Mother, these are some of the friends I have found outside. Flint, servant of Artemis, Ennis Halloran, wielder of the arcane magics, Ky’lera Dawnwalker, princess among her people and guardian of the planes, Gelin Stonefist, narrator of Tales, performer of renown, and Caradoc Langham the Brave, Caradoc the Wise. They had come with me in great haste and through several danger to give aid. We have rode directly here since I’ve received the vision from our Lord... How do we can help stopping all of this.. -
Looking up to the dome, she shakes her head. "Stopping this?" She shakes her head. "What has been set in motion is like a tree trying to turn an avalanche. There is not a stopping this."
Looking sad, she says, "From my visions, I have seen a new world being born from this... there are many paths that this new world could take. There is a convergence. A conflict of possible futures. Many bad... some good though. Good because of the potential actions that you and your friends will take."
Smiling, she Pat's Cyrnairs cheek. "I see now you had to go. You had to make friends that would be able to aid you. Some of the work will be yours, some will be helping these others do their work."
Turning to the group, she says, "much like the avalanche, the world will... settle. Once that settling happens, the survivors can begin digging out, and have a rescue operation for others. Seeing this calamaty befalling us all... well... follow me."
She leads the party through the courtyard, and up the pearlescent steps of the white stone that makes up the stairs of the abbey. You all walk into a room that has stairs that leads upwards and downwards.
Cyrnair, you spent all of your life never being able to ascend those stairs. The one time you did, was during the time of choosing between you and the other aasimar. It is a room of importance and ceramony. "Come... your future awaits you."
She leads you up the stairs, and pushes opened the doors made of pure platinum. The light is so intense, you all have to shield your eyes. Looking around, you are no longer in the room you were in before. It is a massive room that could never fit in the small upper room of this little abbey.
Looking all around, it is a throne room made of pure gold, with a smattering of precious gems all around. Sitting on a throne made of pure yellow topaz, sits a man... a man 20 feet tall while sitting, made of powerful muscle, white clothing, and a face made up PURELY OF A SUN. It is like looking at the moon day sun without cloud cover, but it is dominating from this.. dieties face. Kneeling on either side of the throne, is 4 Planars, simply awaiting a command from this figure.
Looking down upon the group that enters, a voice booms through all of your minds. It is warm, caring, and powerful. It is fatherly, commanding, and charismatic.
"Thr time of the gods has come to an end it seems my dear." The voice says, and a massive hand comes down to brush against Cyrnairs mothers face.
Looking to the rest if the group, after seeming to linger upon Cyrnairs mother for a time, he says, "Here in this pocket realm I have created, time within the prime plane has come to a crawl. I can stave off Visarai's doings for only so long. I have time to grant each of you 1 answer... you may ask of me 1 question, and I will answer it to the best of my abilities, within the time I can spare. The longer we spend in here, the more I spend what power I need for out there."
Seeing Cyrnairs mothers face, the figure says, "fear not... i have already given you that portion. It will not take anything away from that, regardless of what outcome comes after this."
"Now then," the figure says, "What may the Dawnfather answer for you. Make the question count." You can hear a smile in the figures voice. It seems that even in this dark situation, there is a sense of humor in this figure. As if, 1 question is all that a mortal could really need to ask a god.
"Umphf... [giant]You sure I'm the biggest threat[giant]?" Flint says to the giant with a grin. He then laughs as Caradoc brutally slices into its thick leg.
2x ConST to maintain PwaT. 18, 22
Before the GIant is even able to attack, Carodoc manages to sever the tendon with his Sword. The Giant collapses on the field, partially blocking the tunnel. Carodoc rushes up, and then stabs into the other giant violently. It roars in pain, but does not go down from the damage.
OOC: if the hill giant dropped from Caradoc's OA, he would climb up the dead giant's body and stab at the Ogre.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
OOC: So those two attacks on Flint didn't happen?
OOC: Yes, that would be correct. Ro make it make sense I will do some themetics.
As Carodoc slices through and kills the giant, another violent flux on the sky happens. You feel as if time itself spreads out through the space of a heartbeat.
Flint feels the pain of the 2 blows of the giant, but suddenly, reality snaps back, and instead of suffering the blows, he instead sees a dead giant before him.
Cyrnair will close in on the last standing giant, and lay into it with his blade.
Ky makes sure she is is close enough to hit the giant she hunters marked with her planar energy and fires 2 arrows that form cold tips.
Ky fires 2 more arrows, embues with the focus of a planar hunter and ice. The shafts splinter into shards dealing extremel damage to the giant, who just barely manages to stay standing.
Ennis, Flint, you are up.
Flint breathes a sigh of relief somehow catching a brief glimpse of an alternate reality. "Thank you, my little friend! I believe you saved me a some hurt," the cleric calls to Caradoc. "Remind me not to rub away from you.. hehe."
He turns his attention back to the the remaining giant. The familiar bells ring out again and his spear strikes out at the monster.
TtD, DC 15 WisST, 8 on fail
Spiritual Weapon Attack 26, Damage 7, crit damage 1
With the second creature in the matter of seconds, Flint combines the power of his radiant weapon and this cantrips together to kill the Gaint. All that is left is the ogre.
Feeling the ground beneath his feet shudder ever so slightly as the second giant falls, Ennis turns his attention to the ogre that Caradoc has engaged, firing a ray icy energy at it in hopes of slowing its movements.
Action: Ray of Frost Ranged Spell Attack: 19 Damage: 11 Cold
Flint runs around body of the fallen giant to a few steps behind Caradoc. Feeling rather cocksure, he then yells over to the ogre just as Ennis blasts it with an icy beam, "You are next, my ugly friend!"
OOC: Sorry, forgot to include my movement in my last post.
The last ogre, setting his entire group killed so easily, will take off running at a full dash. Hw is now 80 feet south west.
TBH: all of you focusing on that thing + an AoO, would kill it before its next turn... we can progress lol ;)
As the last spell is cast, arrow fired, and dagger thrust, the last ogre dies, some 80 feet from the mouth of the tunnel.
Looking around and remembering the struggle some of you had against 1 cave giant not a few months back, you get a feeling of real growth and strength. The feeling is short lived however, as another ripple shutters through you.
Again, you feel yourselves being pushed out of your physical form and this time the feeling lasts 2 heartbeats. Looking up, you see that the dome of clouds pushes it's way further down towards the ground. Now it looks as though there is only a mile or so between the sky and the ground, as the dome looks to be nearly complete. It seems to encompass the battlefield where the armies of Neverwinter and Watersdeep, and this dark army are clashing, and it also seems to go all the way to the forest city of Nah'Thair. You can only guess since you are at the center of it, the dome goes that way in all directions.
As you look around further, the ghostly buildings look more substantial. The people walking arou d and through you are more numerous. You notice as a group of elves, the grey of skin and looking giant and washed out, points directly at you. They look afraid, but also... depressed... you get the feeling...
The elves point at you and begin talking in nervous conversation. One looks to scream as if seeing... a ghost... and runs off. You cannot hear their voices.
Suddenly, one of them turns around and points westward, looking even more terrified. Bursting from the center of the ground, a massive serpent with a dragon like head rises from the ground. It is black and brown in color with a crown of horns, and is bigger then any dragon you had ever read about. You can imagine that even Tiamats heads and necks would be smaller them this thing.
The creature looks somewhat misty as well, as if not really in this plane, and it roars. You feel it more then hear it as it let's out its powerful scream. Terror sinks into all of your minds, and you all are stunned into silence.
Just as suddenly as this giant snake like dragon wyrm appears, the sky is suddenly lit up with the power of flame taken living form. A massive bird that looks to be of a swan mixed with an eagle, but with a body made of flames from every color of the rainbow swoops in.
Its wingspan must be 100 feet across, if not 200... it also dwarfs even the stories you have heard of about ancient dragons. Its power seems to light up all of the darkness around you, but again, its form is somewhat misty... as if not really here.
You all watch as this fire like entity swings around the serpent, and releases a gout of flame from its body. The Wyrm roars in pain, and you watch as a dark green brown ball of what looks like necrotic energy forms in front of it. It releases the ball at the fire bird, and a chunk of its flaming body just... vanishes. The flames regenerate though, and their battle continues.
All if you watch in horror... in awe... in fear... as this... almost illusionary battle of what looks to be titans or Gods takes place in the valley of the mountain.
With this happening before you... what do you do?
Ennis stares up at the illusory titans with a growing sense of trepidation.
"That looks an awful lot like a serpent and a phoenix to me..."
Ky looks at the images around. (OOC: I assume Ky would know what this is? Can I assume the buildings we are seeing is the feywild/shadowfell based on the shadowy image of the demigods battling? Being from there and being a HW ranger? I will edit post if not.)
"Guys... I think that serpent with wings is ripping a hole between the feywild and this plane. Something this big could break all of the inner planes... this is really bad. If that happens... there will be no safe place for us to be. Cyrnair.. Whatever you are going to do... do it fast!"
"Agreed!" Flint shouts as he makes for the entrance to where the ogres and giants were digging and signals for everyone to get in the tunnel. "Let's do what we came here for...and perhaps take refuge in Cyrnair's temple if we can." The goliath peers up to the sky and the apparent cosmic battle going on causes his expression to harden.
After seeing in awe the fight between the two dimensional beings Cyrnair says “ The Morning Lord’s Daughter...” when the inmense Phoenix appears. Ky’lera and Flint voices bring him back.
He nods and runs towards the tunnel making his sword illiumante the path before them as they enter it.
“For much as woudl stay in awe looking at Mylord’s Daughter fighting for us, our mission is also crucial for her success. “ he says as they run “ We must be hurry my friends... “
PbP Character: A few ;)
As the group runs forward down the tunnel, Cyrnairs celestial form starts to emerge, even without his bidding. Light pours out of him as he runs, and his wings sprout out of his back. You make it about 100 feet down before you come to the end of the tunnel, which seems to be at a sudden end. There are beams of wood that seem to be supporting the fragile tunnel the giants have made.
Looking around at the dead end, you start to worry as there is nothing of any consequence down here. Looking around desperately for anything, as Cyrnair approaches the end of the tunnel, light start to spill out from the rocks surrounding them. As Cyrnair reaches out his hand, the rocks almost... melt... away from his hand. Walking forward, the earth molds itself around all of you and as it does so, the slight tingle of celestial energy seems to be creating a tunnel around you. Once everyone is within the rock, the loose shale and rock collapses in behind you, leaving no real trail to follow.
You walk for what seems like a few minutes this way, which does not seem possible for the location of the collapse, when suddenly there is no rock in the way. In front of you, is a shimmering golden field, with 1 planar, and 3 divas standing on the other end of the wall. Looking closely at them, they all have their hands out towards the barrier, and they have an intense look of concentration. One of the blue winged creatures seeing Cyrnair says, "We had been hoping to see you chose one. Come quickly."
A rift opens between where you are, and they are in the shield. A small ribbon like part in a curtain in the field. You all quickly funnel in following Cyrnair.
Looking around, you see a space about 200 feet in all directions with a central abbey like building, made of 2 stories. This is very familiar to you Cyrnair, as much of your life was spent within this courtyard. Looking upward, you see the shimmering shield holding back the rock collapse.
"We collapsed the mountain to buy us time. They cannot assault the shield directly with the stone, and the weight of the rock is easier to hold back then magic." One of the divas says, looking at Cyrnair for only a moment. "We have sent a mental warning to the abbey that you have arrived. Time is short."
Looking towards the abbey, you see a woman that has a natural beauty, though she seems to be unaware of it. The woman in whites and gold, with a hood pulled back. Her hair is a golden color with streaks of shock white running through her hair. She has deep worry lines around her eyes and mouth, but smiles despite the hard times you are currently facing.
Walking up to you slowly, with a tired resolve, is Cyrnairs mother. (Cyrnair, please describe.)
While they are traversing the rocks Cyrnair didn’t say a word, like if he was in some kind of trance. Once inside the dome he just nods to the deva that talk to him, a little bit surprised by that beign just talking to him and that all that he saw in his vision was real.
Then his mother came near them and he finally reacted.
He approaches her.
“Mother...” he says more as an acknowledgement that as calling he had thought in this moment a thousand times since he left, disobeying her will, he had imagined them having another argument, she recrimining him for leaving and he argumenting all the good he and his friend had done in the world. He imagined that she would come running to him and kissing him, happy to have him back from the dangerous outside world... but all of that washed away when he saw her calm eyes looking at him. He walked over her, a head and a half tall over the fragile form of the matriarch... and he kneeled down.
All the blame that he had been carrying, all the doubts that had carved his soul all this time, despite their doings and the deva’s words, all the fear of the lasts days that he wouldn’t be on time to save her... he just lowered his head, his wings touching the ground around him and his mother.
- I am sorry - he says - please, forgive me -
After a second she extends one hand and with a gentle touch on Cyrnair’s face she raises it towards her and without a word she hugs hin and he responds, circling her mother’s body with his armored arms.
After a few seconds in wich each other finds comfort in the other she raises his son and speaks.
- There’s nothing to forgive... -
- But you were right... I should have stayed here... are you... are you alright? -
- You are here now that’s all that matters. Do you believe now? -
- I... have faith Mother. It’s still hard to believe that I am, in fact, the Chosen One.. -
She smiles
- I guess that stubbornness come from my part of the family... - she jokes.
Then his friends made a sound and Cyrnair suddenly remembers that his friends are behind them, and he turns around.
- Oh my, excuse me friends. Mother, these are some of the friends I have found outside. Flint, servant of Artemis, Ennis Halloran, wielder of the arcane magics, Ky’lera Dawnwalker, princess among her people and guardian of the planes, Gelin Stonefist, narrator of Tales, performer of renown, and Caradoc Langham the Brave, Caradoc the Wise. They had come with me in great haste and through several danger to give aid. We have rode directly here since I’ve received the vision from our Lord... How do we can help stopping all of this.. -
PbP Character: A few ;)
Looking up to the dome, she shakes her head. "Stopping this?" She shakes her head. "What has been set in motion is like a tree trying to turn an avalanche. There is not a stopping this."
Looking sad, she says, "From my visions, I have seen a new world being born from this... there are many paths that this new world could take. There is a convergence. A conflict of possible futures. Many bad... some good though. Good because of the potential actions that you and your friends will take."
Smiling, she Pat's Cyrnairs cheek. "I see now you had to go. You had to make friends that would be able to aid you. Some of the work will be yours, some will be helping these others do their work."
Turning to the group, she says, "much like the avalanche, the world will... settle. Once that settling happens, the survivors can begin digging out, and have a rescue operation for others. Seeing this calamaty befalling us all... well... follow me."
She leads the party through the courtyard, and up the pearlescent steps of the white stone that makes up the stairs of the abbey. You all walk into a room that has stairs that leads upwards and downwards.
Cyrnair, you spent all of your life never being able to ascend those stairs. The one time you did, was during the time of choosing between you and the other aasimar. It is a room of importance and ceramony. "Come... your future awaits you."
She leads you up the stairs, and pushes opened the doors made of pure platinum. The light is so intense, you all have to shield your eyes. Looking around, you are no longer in the room you were in before. It is a massive room that could never fit in the small upper room of this little abbey.
Looking all around, it is a throne room made of pure gold, with a smattering of precious gems all around. Sitting on a throne made of pure yellow topaz, sits a man... a man 20 feet tall while sitting, made of powerful muscle, white clothing, and a face made up PURELY OF A SUN. It is like looking at the moon day sun without cloud cover, but it is dominating from this.. dieties face. Kneeling on either side of the throne, is 4 Planars, simply awaiting a command from this figure.
Looking down upon the group that enters, a voice booms through all of your minds. It is warm, caring, and powerful. It is fatherly, commanding, and charismatic.
"Thr time of the gods has come to an end it seems my dear." The voice says, and a massive hand comes down to brush against Cyrnairs mothers face.
Looking to the rest if the group, after seeming to linger upon Cyrnairs mother for a time, he says, "Here in this pocket realm I have created, time within the prime plane has come to a crawl. I can stave off Visarai's doings for only so long. I have time to grant each of you 1 answer... you may ask of me 1 question, and I will answer it to the best of my abilities, within the time I can spare. The longer we spend in here, the more I spend what power I need for out there."
Seeing Cyrnairs mothers face, the figure says, "fear not... i have already given you that portion. It will not take anything away from that, regardless of what outcome comes after this."
"Now then," the figure says, "What may the Dawnfather answer for you. Make the question count." You can hear a smile in the figures voice. It seems that even in this dark situation, there is a sense of humor in this figure. As if, 1 question is all that a mortal could really need to ask a god.