“Times of great fear lead people to cruelty. You must have an extremely strong will to have made it this far. Hopefully we can find a place where we need not hide our blessings.”
The brass throat rumbles with a softer timbre. “I have no spellbook, no sigils,” Lan says, smoke curling in gentle whorls. “I lend ear to river and root, to the long breath of the mountains, and sometimes they answer through me. Ancient dragon-spirits coil in that same deep current; when I ride it, the world tilts just enough to let a wonder slip through. Call it magic if you wish—to me it is kinship, the earth remembering its own voice.”
He lowers his great head so amber eyes meet Xi’s. “Those who fear such voices have forgotten they, too, are woven of the same cloth. Walk on, golden-blood; the forest knows your scales, just as it knows my own.”
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(OOC: I think DM is on break now so I just want to note that Zhang is concentrating on Hunter's Mark for an hour. So when the game starts up again Zhang and Lan have an hour until their abilities end.)
Zhang has a soft smile on his face.
“Bonds forged in fire will always be strengthened. You should never feel the need to hold back what you think or how you feel.”
After a moment Zhang continues speaking.
“The time that my power is active is limited so I do agree that it might be best to move quickly.”
(OOC: Thank you all for waiting! Now that I'm back the campaign can get back underfoot)
You dourly trudge up towards the tower of black stone, wishing nothing but curses upon whichever god first invented the wilds. Both bracken and bramble tear at your clothes, leaving cuts lashed across your arms and legs. Hacking through them makes your journey more bearable, but only just, as it seems as if more spring out of the earth to replace those cut down. Now, no path marks the tangled and twisted woods, so you simply continue forward, hoping strongly that you don't find a fissure opening up before you.
Eventually, as the sun begins to set, you reach the tower. Set atop a hill, it stands around a hundred feet high, dominating the surrounding trees. Ivy grows up around it, giving it the appearance of an ancient building. After a minute of walking around it, you find an entrance - a double door, roughly cut into the dark stone. Flanking the doors, seated on pedestals, are two person-sized, once-majestic statues of dragons. Their sinewy coils, made of the same stone as the tower, curve in intricate shapes. Looking again at the doors, you see no keyhole, and they seem to be closed, although on the inner edge of each rests a small notch in which a knocker sits.
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Zhang is glad to be done with the hike. Zhang also looks over the status for anything interesting. As Xi looks over the knockers Zhang gets her attention.
“Xi, I can move objects from a distance. It might be best to not be next to the door when using the knocker.”
Zheng and Xi inspect the dragons from a distance, ensuring that a simple knock on the door won't trigger any traps requisitioned for unwanted visitors. Observing first the dragons, you see nothing out of order, but, looking more closely at the door, you see several small holes dotting the doors. It's easy to see that something will come out once the knocker is rung. Finally, you look around the door area, which is dark and barren of grass. It's no surprise that you didn't see this upon first inspection - it looks similar enough to the tower's stone that it could have been decorative. But now, you realize that the earth is charred - the foliage here has been burned away, and recently. Someone must have come knocking not too long ago.
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Feeling a surge of divine energy, Zhang carefully treads around the tower, carefully looking for any signs of human - or other - presence in the area. About halfway around the tower, he discovers something that he hadn't seen before - faint imprints in the ground, modeling the shape of heavy boots. They go all the way to the entrance, pressed against the tower, and carefully make their way around one of the draconic pedestals, but then disappear in the scorch marks.
(OOC: Wow! I certainly need to add guidance to my characters' spellbooks!)
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Xi glares at the mention of the Shangs.
"No, I'm sure they wouldn't
Then she smiles.
"Anyway, I was told my Great Grandmother married a golden dragon. Now I know magic and even have golden scales...
She looks embarrased.
"Though modesty prevents my saying where.
Angry look again.
"My parents threw me in the street when my magic started to appear.
She remains sullen.
Zhang looks at Xi with old but kind eyes.
“Times of great fear lead people to cruelty. You must have an extremely strong will to have made it this far. Hopefully we can find a place where we need not hide our blessings.”
The brass throat rumbles with a softer timbre. “I have no spellbook, no sigils,” Lan says, smoke curling in gentle whorls. “I lend ear to river and root, to the long breath of the mountains, and sometimes they answer through me. Ancient dragon-spirits coil in that same deep current; when I ride it, the world tilts just enough to let a wonder slip through. Call it magic if you wish—to me it is kinship, the earth remembering its own voice.”
He lowers his great head so amber eyes meet Xi’s. “Those who fear such voices have forgotten they, too, are woven of the same cloth. Walk on, golden-blood; the forest knows your scales, just as it knows my own.”
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Xi listens to the men, emotions warring on her face. Finally she hugs Lan., with her eyes tightly closed to hold back the tears.
"T-Thank you both. *sniff* I'm s-sorry. I tried to hold it in. Where's that blasted tower?"
(OOC: I think DM is on break now so I just want to note that Zhang is concentrating on Hunter's Mark for an hour. So when the game starts up again Zhang and Lan have an hour until their abilities end.)
Zhang has a soft smile on his face.
“Bonds forged in fire will always be strengthened. You should never feel the need to hold back what you think or how you feel.”
After a moment Zhang continues speaking.
“The time that my power is active is limited so I do agree that it might be best to move quickly.”
Zhang continues towards the tower.
(OOC: Thank you all for waiting! Now that I'm back the campaign can get back underfoot)
You dourly trudge up towards the tower of black stone, wishing nothing but curses upon whichever god first invented the wilds. Both bracken and bramble tear at your clothes, leaving cuts lashed across your arms and legs. Hacking through them makes your journey more bearable, but only just, as it seems as if more spring out of the earth to replace those cut down. Now, no path marks the tangled and twisted woods, so you simply continue forward, hoping strongly that you don't find a fissure opening up before you.
Eventually, as the sun begins to set, you reach the tower. Set atop a hill, it stands around a hundred feet high, dominating the surrounding trees. Ivy grows up around it, giving it the appearance of an ancient building. After a minute of walking around it, you find an entrance - a double door, roughly cut into the dark stone. Flanking the doors, seated on pedestals, are two person-sized, once-majestic statues of dragons. Their sinewy coils, made of the same stone as the tower, curve in intricate shapes. Looking again at the doors, you see no keyhole, and they seem to be closed, although on the inner edge of each rests a small notch in which a knocker sits.
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DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
Xi sighs & looks at the dragon statues. When she's satisfied they won't bite her, she examines the recessed knockers. Perception 13
Anything unusual?
Zhang is glad to be done with the hike. Zhang also looks over the status for anything interesting. As Xi looks over the knockers Zhang gets her attention.
“Xi, I can move objects from a distance. It might be best to not be next to the door when using the knocker.”
Perception Roll: 20
"Yes, I was wondering how to detect traps without getting trapped myself."
Zheng and Xi inspect the dragons from a distance, ensuring that a simple knock on the door won't trigger any traps requisitioned for unwanted visitors. Observing first the dragons, you see nothing out of order, but, looking more closely at the door, you see several small holes dotting the doors. It's easy to see that something will come out once the knocker is rung. Finally, you look around the door area, which is dark and barren of grass. It's no surprise that you didn't see this upon first inspection - it looks similar enough to the tower's stone that it could have been decorative. But now, you realize that the earth is charred - the foliage here has been burned away, and recently. Someone must have come knocking not too long ago.
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Seeing that there might be someone in the area Zhang will point to the recently burnt ground.
“It seems like we might not be alone. If you will indulge me, I would like to take a moment to scout the area before we proceed.”
Zhang channels his God before searching for tracks in the area.
Survival Roll with guidance: 26
Feeling a surge of divine energy, Zhang carefully treads around the tower, carefully looking for any signs of human - or other - presence in the area. About halfway around the tower, he discovers something that he hadn't seen before - faint imprints in the ground, modeling the shape of heavy boots. They go all the way to the entrance, pressed against the tower, and carefully make their way around one of the draconic pedestals, but then disappear in the scorch marks.
(OOC: Wow! I certainly need to add guidance to my characters' spellbooks!)
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DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana