Hocery you know that he gets his power from suffering, fear and death. You might say they fuel him. Your aware that he was in a conflict with Lucius the god of light and justice.
It takes your moonstone Joree adding another star as it inserts it into its face.
"An escape you may yet make if the door from the lord of light you take. To access you need a key a full set it comes in three.
As the 11 appears on your hand it responds
"Eleven times you fall returned to earth, eleven cycles of rebirth."
"That would seem to be the case... Well, no more! We are getting those keys and getting out." Joree says, eyes focused fiercely forward. "Stranger, how many times have we met before?"
It takes the moonstone and adds a 4th star to the void.
”All here so few to me your faces are new. Never the same place twice, Mortalos does not play that nice. To claim the keys you must take a path of threes. When brought to the spire, a dreadful fate can take you higher. Head my toll freedom requires a soul.”
The large stone doors open to reveal the outside world. A round spire stands about 100 yards ahead of you. The top disappears into a dark grey cloudscape that covers the entire sky, Red lightning cracking throughout it. Around the spire is a old cobblestone road that seems to make a full circle. Two visible paths to the left and the right and another one behind the spire. Past the paths in the background you see that this place seems to be set inside a very tall circular cannon with jagged sides. An Obelisk like the one from before stands near the cobblestone road.
Joree as you walk to the obelisk you notice a large set of doors on the spire. Ignoring it for now you reach out and touch the obelisk memories flood into everyones mind. This time of the beginning of your life’s path. For some its being an adventure for others a shop keeper. (Joree tell us what your path was and what brought you to it)
Shes been in the woods for some time now. She's learned to survive and fend for herself, but is just that, survival. That was, until she met an unlikely love. A werewolf, the quiet and surly type. Joanna and Joree went through many moons together, helping each other control the shifts. Joree's love was strong, a devotion pure enough that she would dedicate her life to it.
Unfortunately, the day came where it would disappear before her eyes. Joanna's original clan had found her. As Joree pulled on Joanna's arm to escape, she was told that Joanna wanted to go back to her clan. In that moment, Joree fled alone into the woods, yet again. She swore that she would never again hold another before herself, and she would prove to herself and the world that she was worthy of what she was denied. She became a roaming wanderer, challenging combatants wherever she could find them, always seeking to better herself.
Joree will slap the moonstone into his palm. If her number gets revealed, im gonna say it's 11 since that's what I rolled.
Hocery you know that he gets his power from suffering, fear and death. You might say they fuel him. Your aware that he was in a conflict with Lucius the god of light and justice.
It takes your moonstone Joree adding another star as it inserts it into its face.
"An escape you may yet make if the door from the lord of light you take. To access you need a key a full set it comes in three.
As the 11 appears on your hand it responds
"Eleven times you fall returned to earth, eleven cycles of rebirth."
‘‘Guys, I think these numbers are how many times we’ve died...’’
"That would seem to be the case... Well, no more! We are getting those keys and getting out." Joree says, eyes focused fiercely forward. "Stranger, how many times have we met before?"
"Where can we find those keys" asks Hocerys
The figure extends an open hand expectantly.
(There should be 1 moonstone left, dono if Soren had it or someone else)
B will hand him the moonstone
It takes the moonstone and adds a 4th star to the void.
”All here so few to me your faces are new. Never the same place twice, Mortalos does not play that nice. To claim the keys you must take a path of threes. When brought to the spire, a dreadful fate can take you higher. Head my toll freedom requires a soul.”
‘‘So we need to sacrifice someone to leave?’’ B asks
It tilts its head to the side.
”Find more shards of light for more answers right.”
‘‘Well, what do we do now guys?’’ B asks turning to the group.
"The only way to go is through the large double doors. Lets go" says Hocerys. Once everyone is ready he opens the double doors and heads through
‘‘Alrighty then.’’ B follows behind
Joree breathes deeply and beats her arm against her side rhythmically as she goes through the door.
The large stone doors open to reveal the outside world. A round spire stands about 100 yards ahead of you. The top disappears into a dark grey cloudscape that covers the entire sky, Red lightning cracking throughout it. Around the spire is a old cobblestone road that seems to make a full circle. Two visible paths to the left and the right and another one behind the spire. Past the paths in the background you see that this place seems to be set inside a very tall circular cannon with jagged sides. An Obelisk like the one from before stands near the cobblestone road.
‘‘More memories..’’ B says looking at the Obelisk
(Once you guys leme know where you want to head we shall continue!)
Joree walks towards the obelisk and touches it
Joree as you walk to the obelisk you notice a large set of doors on the spire. Ignoring it for now you reach out and touch the obelisk memories flood into everyones mind. This time of the beginning of your life’s path. For some its being an adventure for others a shop keeper. (Joree tell us what your path was and what brought you to it)
Shes been in the woods for some time now. She's learned to survive and fend for herself, but is just that, survival. That was, until she met an unlikely love. A werewolf, the quiet and surly type. Joanna and Joree went through many moons together, helping each other control the shifts. Joree's love was strong, a devotion pure enough that she would dedicate her life to it.
Unfortunately, the day came where it would disappear before her eyes. Joanna's original clan had found her. As Joree pulled on Joanna's arm to escape, she was told that Joanna wanted to go back to her clan. In that moment, Joree fled alone into the woods, yet again. She swore that she would never again hold another before herself, and she would prove to herself and the world that she was worthy of what she was denied. She became a roaming wanderer, challenging combatants wherever she could find them, always seeking to better herself.