Matthyse does not see anything. If there's anything out there, it's hidden in the shadows of the forest.
Slowly, the already eldritch forest gets even more crooked and the shadows form menacing shapes. The lake you're walking over slowly turns from a lazy dark green, tinted with algae, to a pitch-black that does not look appetizing. Freytha whispers to you, her voice barely a croak, "We have entered. Be on your guard." And that's a convenient time for all four of your lights to go out.
Calanin yelps and starts moving his hands around. Unable to find a surface to stable himself on, he trips, disoriented by the darkness. He pulls himself back up, crying, “Matthÿse? Kuuraht?”
(Unless it isn’t magical. If it isn’t, he can see just fine)
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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Matthyse would recognize that yelp anywhere, and he makes his way over to Calanin and tries to grab his shoulder. He doesn't have any darkvision.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
"I'm not worried about just you. This whole situation is maddening. And if you don't mind, I really need to hold onto someone that can see in the dark."
"I'm not worried about just you. This whole situation is maddening. And if you don't mind, I really need to hold onto someone that can see in the dark."
Grips onto shoulder.
“A-alright.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
"I'm not worried about just you. This whole situation is maddening. And if you don't mind, I really need to hold onto someone that can see in the dark."
Grips onto shoulder.
“A-alright.”
[OoC: Take heart in knowing the worst he can do to you is second base.]
"I'm not worried about just you. This whole situation is maddening. And if you don't mind, I really need to hold onto someone that can see in the dark."
Grips onto shoulder.
“A-alright.”
I sigh... and move up to the cleric, wrapping my arm in his.
"Just... (grumble) just keep a hold of me and let Calanin go, so you don't traumatize the man any more than he already is. I'll guide you. I promise."
The darkness doesn't seem to be magical (so people with darkvision can see, although the dark is a bit blurry). The water churns slowly below you. You can hear Freytha whispering to you. "Oh shit. This isn't good."
The darkness doesn't seem to be magical (so people with darkvision can see, although the dark is a bit blurry). The water churns slowly below you. You can hear Freytha whispering to you. "Oh shit. This isn't good."
“W-what isn’t good?” Hands shaking, Calanin pulls out his shortswords.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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The water below you begins to coalesce into a massive shape that twists itself like a snake. A water weird rises before your eyes and strikes, grabbing Freytha and dunking her underwater before you can react.
I raise my pick on my shoulder, casting Dancing Lights once more. This time, I skip the detail and simply conjure them as 4 flickering orbs, shining a dim electric blue in the inky black. Hopefully, they last the fight, though I doubt it. I'll stay close to Mahtthÿse in case such a thing happens.
[OoC: I was typing this before the water weird appeared]
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Calanin screams.
Init: 10
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Matthyse does not see anything. If there's anything out there, it's hidden in the shadows of the forest.
Slowly, the already eldritch forest gets even more crooked and the shadows form menacing shapes. The lake you're walking over slowly turns from a lazy dark green, tinted with algae, to a pitch-black that does not look appetizing. Freytha whispers to you, her voice barely a croak, "We have entered. Be on your guard." And that's a convenient time for all four of your lights to go out.
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Did they go out or were they obscured, I wonder to myself.
[I still have natural dark vision, but if I can't see anyway, Arcana check for magical darkness: 14]
"Kuuraht, what's wrong? Can you cast those lights again? I can't see..."
Matthÿse reaches out to someone just to not get separated from the group.
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Calanin yelps and starts moving his hands around. Unable to find a surface to stable himself on, he trips, disoriented by the darkness. He pulls himself back up, crying, “Matthÿse? Kuuraht?”
(Unless it isn’t magical. If it isn’t, he can see just fine)
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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Matthyse would recognize that yelp anywhere, and he makes his way over to Calanin and tries to grab his shoulder. He doesn't have any darkvision.
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“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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"I'm not worried about just you. This whole situation is maddening. And if you don't mind, I really need to hold onto someone that can see in the dark."
Grips onto shoulder.
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“A-alright.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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[OoC: Take heart in knowing the worst he can do to you is second base.]
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I look around, and I whisper, "it's okay, it's okay." to Calanin
I have 60 ft of dark vision so I am fine
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I sigh... and move up to the cleric, wrapping my arm in his.
"Just... (grumble) just keep a hold of me and let Calanin go, so you don't traumatize the man any more than he already is. I'll guide you. I promise."
The darkness doesn't seem to be magical (so people with darkvision can see, although the dark is a bit blurry). The water churns slowly below you. You can hear Freytha whispering to you. "Oh shit. This isn't good."
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“W-what isn’t good?” Hands shaking, Calanin pulls out his shortswords.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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In a less nervous and more of a sarcastic tone, Matthÿse says at the same time as Calanin "What isn't good?"
He gets ready to run or rumble depending on what Freytha answers.
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The water below you begins to coalesce into a massive shape that twists itself like a snake. A water weird rises before your eyes and strikes, grabbing Freytha and dunking her underwater before you can react.
Initiative: 6
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DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
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Have a great day, and don't forget to be a goldfish!
I raise my pick on my shoulder, casting Dancing Lights once more. This time, I skip the detail and simply conjure them as 4 flickering orbs, shining a dim electric blue in the inky black. Hopefully, they last the fight, though I doubt it. I'll stay close to Mahtthÿse in case such a thing happens.
[OoC: I was typing this before the water weird appeared]
Calanin screams.
Init: 10
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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Initiative: 12
Matthÿse rolled a 14 initiative. His turn is going to depend on whether Kuuraht got to cast the Dancing Lights or not.
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