Tab- Yoga Boba considers your question, before cackling manically. “Power always comes with a price kiddo, thought you’d learn that lesson everyother time you came to this store asking poor old Boba to aid you on your grand inferiority complex quest.”
She waves her hand, and an assortment of goods line the shelves. Theres random toys, like the previously mentioned deck and cube, plus a few board games and pair of red dice with golden digets, and mysterious objects like a completely ordinary looking silver kazoo, a coffee mug displaying some type of green ogre, a dog whistle, a strange hand sized flag on a wooden stick that has a red leaf on a red and white background, a small bonsai tree, and a completely empty painting canvas the size of your head. In addition theirs a variety of potions (the ones not purchased from earlier) and one surprisingly mint green and almost cremey in texture, held in some container made of a see through and oddly smooth and bendable substance, with a giant golden M stamped on one side, and another potion that for all intents and purposes is just small tube like noodles and cheese in a glass vial. There’s also two scrolls that have “Secret Technique: Plague of Toad’s Jutsu”, and “Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist”
With everyone focusing on the same time, Marek takes his free hand and extends it towards the candle, conjuring a bit of flame and lighting the wick. The faint crackle of the tiny string lighting aflame ends the ritual.
"Now... Look!"
Marek exclaims. He grasps the candle by the base, lifting it up and begins to slowly move it around his immediate area. The light cast off from the candle isn't a reddish orange like you would expect, but a glimmering silver. The environment in the light tends to shimmer, and figures not of this world appear ephemeral.
"Everything inside the cast light of the candle is 30 seconds in the past. Granted, this particular candle only shows a parallel dimension, not our own. As a child, I used to run away to my favorite spots to relive the happiest moments of my life over and over again. A man could get lost."
All those in the candle ritual suddenly are plunged in a dream like state, where they are still holding hands togeather, floating in the air above a scene. 4 humanoids are gathered around a table, bickering with each other about a ritual involving some regular looking mirror. 1 of the humanoids is a goblinoid that looks remarkably similar to Arc, but decked out in some strange tribal dress with furs of animals and rattling bones everywhere. One of them is a humanoid that looks remarkably similar to Marek, but decked out in full Zofian mage nobility robes. There’s a Crispy, but she’s... well a he. Still decked out in the Rouge get up, but definitely a dude. Finally the last member is actually Monolith, looking remarkably similar to how you currently know him, instead of Ary. The setting is all wrong too, the tavern is flying the Zofian flag, and everything is much more orderly and standardized, like all the tables and chairs were bought from Taverns R Us or something.
Marek licks his finger tips and presses them against the flame, snuffing out the candle and preserving the remaining time it may have. As the visions of the past of a parallel dimension fade, he elaborates.
"This candle can see into the past and future of parallel dimensions. What you see isn't our world, but a different version of it. One of infinite. My plan, assuming this was what I thought it was, was to use it's scrying potential to foresee any incoming danger or ambushes during our incoming mission. You see..."
He packs up the candle again, placing it carefully back in his pack.
"Only those who take part in the ritual see the images. If we have this lit during the festivities, we could see the possible future and the rest of the event will only see a simple candle."
A slight frown crosses Marek's face.
"Though, that candle isn't as accurate as the one I am used to. My childhood relic would show the past and future of the current realm, this one... Not so much."
Out of all the times in her life when Crispy felt "uneasy", this was one of them. She knew of Hell, and other places in the universe, and she had..heard..of tales..concepts like alternate universes. But now she KNEW they existed. And that meant...more than..one..of her..? A different her, with different experiences and lives.
What she saw was disturbing. She struggled to understand it. Especially because Ary was not there, and she was...a HE.
She released her grip on Ary and Arc, and whispered, "I think i've had my fill of..this kind of stuff..for today. What strange sorcery could enable this kind of vision...? It's..unnatural." Her mind reeled at the possibility of different realities and dimensions, but with anxiety and caution, not in an academic source. Magic just wasn't her thing, and it made her apprehensive, but maybe...
..it was a way home?
She shared a concerned look with Ary. "What the ****." She said, imitating the bard's words.
For those curious, after the ritual, you all come back to your senses and can clearly see a tavern like the one you previously occupied. Temmet is still playing a game of cards, the slave girl is still busing tables, oblivious to your collective curiosity.
"I wouldn't call it an inferiority complex Baba, just an eager desire to be better than I am." Tyberius smirks, still rubbing his newly burnt hand. "These scrolls are more than a bit interesting. How much for the pair of them? And honestly, that deck is beginning to intriuge me..." He strokes his chin thoughtfully, still wistfully looking at the gauntlet, then smiles again and says, "Maybe I should learn from past mistakes though. The scrolls seem like the safer option."
"I'm just hoping it doesn't explode or somet-"... "Ooh I know, when you arrived at the tavern! let's do that!"
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Precisely!"
Marek winks again.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Crispy closes her eyes and thinks about 30 second in the past.
Ary does the same.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Tab- Yoga Boba considers your question, before cackling manically. “Power always comes with a price kiddo, thought you’d learn that lesson everyother time you came to this store asking poor old Boba to aid you on your grand inferiority complex quest.”
She waves her hand, and an assortment of goods line the shelves. Theres random toys, like the previously mentioned deck and cube, plus a few board games and pair of red dice with golden digets, and mysterious objects like a completely ordinary looking silver kazoo, a coffee mug displaying some type of green ogre, a dog whistle, a strange hand sized flag on a wooden stick that has a red leaf on a red and white background, a small bonsai tree, and a completely empty painting canvas the size of your head. In addition theirs a variety of potions (the ones not purchased from earlier) and one surprisingly mint green and almost cremey in texture, held in some container made of a see through and oddly smooth and bendable substance, with a giant golden M stamped on one side, and another potion that for all intents and purposes is just small tube like noodles and cheese in a glass vial. There’s also two scrolls that have “Secret Technique: Plague of Toad’s Jutsu”, and “Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist”
With everyone focusing on the same time, Marek takes his free hand and extends it towards the candle, conjuring a bit of flame and lighting the wick. The faint crackle of the tiny string lighting aflame ends the ritual.
"Now... Look!"
Marek exclaims. He grasps the candle by the base, lifting it up and begins to slowly move it around his immediate area. The light cast off from the candle isn't a reddish orange like you would expect, but a glimmering silver. The environment in the light tends to shimmer, and figures not of this world appear ephemeral.
"Everything inside the cast light of the candle is 30 seconds in the past. Granted, this particular candle only shows a parallel dimension, not our own. As a child, I used to run away to my favorite spots to relive the happiest moments of my life over and over again. A man could get lost."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
All those in the candle ritual suddenly are plunged in a dream like state, where they are still holding hands togeather, floating in the air above a scene. 4 humanoids are gathered around a table, bickering with each other about a ritual involving some regular looking mirror. 1 of the humanoids is a goblinoid that looks remarkably similar to Arc, but decked out in some strange tribal dress with furs of animals and rattling bones everywhere. One of them is a humanoid that looks remarkably similar to Marek, but decked out in full Zofian mage nobility robes. There’s a Crispy, but she’s... well a he. Still decked out in the Rouge get up, but definitely a dude. Finally the last member is actually Monolith, looking remarkably similar to how you currently know him, instead of Ary. The setting is all wrong too, the tavern is flying the Zofian flag, and everything is much more orderly and standardized, like all the tables and chairs were bought from Taverns R Us or something.
"What the Hells.." is all Crispy can whisper.
"What the actual ****, where am I? Did I die?"
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Whoa, language." Crispy teased. "Ary, I don't..see you."
"Do i even exist in this parallel universe?"
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Marek licks his finger tips and presses them against the flame, snuffing out the candle and preserving the remaining time it may have. As the visions of the past of a parallel dimension fade, he elaborates.
"This candle can see into the past and future of parallel dimensions. What you see isn't our world, but a different version of it. One of infinite. My plan, assuming this was what I thought it was, was to use it's scrying potential to foresee any incoming danger or ambushes during our incoming mission. You see..."
He packs up the candle again, placing it carefully back in his pack.
"Only those who take part in the ritual see the images. If we have this lit during the festivities, we could see the possible future and the rest of the event will only see a simple candle."
A slight frown crosses Marek's face.
"Though, that candle isn't as accurate as the one I am used to. My childhood relic would show the past and future of the current realm, this one... Not so much."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
"Okay that's cool but now you got me all worried and paranoid".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Out of all the times in her life when Crispy felt "uneasy", this was one of them. She knew of Hell, and other places in the universe, and she had..heard..of tales..concepts like alternate universes. But now she KNEW they existed. And that meant...more than..one..of her..? A different her, with different experiences and lives.
What she saw was disturbing. She struggled to understand it. Especially because Ary was not there, and she was...a HE.
She released her grip on Ary and Arc, and whispered, "I think i've had my fill of..this kind of stuff..for today. What strange sorcery could enable this kind of vision...? It's..unnatural." Her mind reeled at the possibility of different realities and dimensions, but with anxiety and caution, not in an academic source. Magic just wasn't her thing, and it made her apprehensive, but maybe...
..it was a way home?
She shared a concerned look with Ary. "What the ****." She said, imitating the bard's words.
"I know right, I'm done for today too. We have to focus on that syndicate and the kids, but what Arc said makes me think about worse things".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
She turned to him and asked. "Arc, what did you hear again? What do we know for certain?"
For those curious, after the ritual, you all come back to your senses and can clearly see a tavern like the one you previously occupied. Temmet is still playing a game of cards, the slave girl is still busing tables, oblivious to your collective curiosity.
OOC: um, where is monolith?
"I wouldn't call it an inferiority complex Baba, just an eager desire to be better than I am." Tyberius smirks, still rubbing his newly burnt hand. "These scrolls are more than a bit interesting. How much for the pair of them? And honestly, that deck is beginning to intriuge me..." He strokes his chin thoughtfully, still wistfully looking at the gauntlet, then smiles again and says, "Maybe I should learn from past mistakes though. The scrolls seem like the safer option."
"Sounds like a good idea". Says Ary with a worried face. She fixes her hair with her right hand.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.