Daewen’s senses reel from the forced intimacy of the vision. The rush of life—the eager pant of the wolf, the delicate flight of the butterfly, the warmth of sun and soil—is an overwhelming, alien surge that briefly shatters her cold composure. It is a powerful, almost painful experience for a creature whose soul is attuned to the silence and apathy of the Shadowfell. Her mind, however, immediately recognizes the value of this overwhelming sensory data. This is what the Material Plane truly feels like...a vivid, vital truth that is impossible to forget. She knows with absolute certainty that this memory—this shock of pure, unfettered existence—is a priceless gift to bring back to her goddess (the Raven Queen).
As the vision fades, the raw, living power coalesces on her arm. She feels a subtle pressure on her inner left forearm as the Celestial Rune (ᛏ) manifests. The rune is etched in obsidian black, lying flush with her pale skin. Its heavy, dark presence outlined by a delicate margin of silver dust. It is a mark of two worlds: the cold shadow she masters and the vibrant purpose she has accepted.
Daewen quickly draws her cloak sleeve over the mark, concealing its stark beauty. Her gaze snaps to Eggo Lass, her silent thought sharp and urgent:
Guard it. It is the only light we will carry to Glemsel.
Her initial weariness is gone. She feels the latent, powerful foreign energy resting in the obsidian beneath her skin. This abyss will not be a place of familiar gloom; it will be a place to test this new strength. She is ready.
Eggo Lass feels taken aback from the experience. A unique one. Certainly not expected, but a pleasant insight in the gods' minds. She pats a hand on her left shoulder, feeling the rune. As Foresti hands her the totem she looks upon it with intrigue. Law. Justice. At the service of the party. And certainly one less thing to worry about. "Thank you." she says, pondering if it could be an arcane focus.
As she sees Daewen's urgent gaze she nods and stows the rod in a safe place.
With a turn to Yistral she speaks, "You mentioned your calendar being clear before. Still got an open slot for the evening? Seems we've got a lovely reservation at an abyssal layer." she smiles with a wink, "Unless the reservation has forgotten itself."
[[ Question about the runes. It mentions using a bonus action to activate it but also mentions saves. For those would it be during the turn use the bonus action to activate it if anticipating a save to come before the start of one's next turn? Or how would you want that to work? ]]
Yistril sighs deliberately and ponders his response
thinks to himself - the gods again do the bare minimum. The boon while not nothing is a far cry from the help gods gave in the past. Maybe the age of gods is waining and men will finally break their yoke.
“yes my calendar is open more to protect my own life than an obligation owed to anyone.”
The revelation is swift and broad and sweeps through her mind as fast as swooping falcons.
On the middle most point of the back of her hands, just below the knuckle of her first finger, her tattoos swell and loop and form a rune that when her hands are brought together bear the shape of an arrow.
The style is as her sect’s mystic and sacred markings and as her mind delves in to the confluence of power she feels when the two halves are brought together, she realises what the gods have given her: Luck, and restoration. Only more of what she already possessed. Only the power that they have been granting her through their planes-traversing servants since she first set out.
The message is clear, plain and simple. She is enough. Her tools are enough. She is already what she must be.
Daewen’s senses reel from the forced intimacy of the vision. The rush of life—the eager pant of the wolf, the delicate flight of the butterfly, the warmth of sun and soil—is an overwhelming, alien surge that briefly shatters her cold composure. It is a powerful, almost painful experience for a creature whose soul is attuned to the silence and apathy of the Shadowfell. Her mind, however, immediately recognizes the value of this overwhelming sensory data. This is what the Material Plane truly feels like...a vivid, vital truth that is impossible to forget. She knows with absolute certainty that this memory—this shock of pure, unfettered existence—is a priceless gift to bring back to her goddess (the Raven Queen).
As the vision fades, the raw, living power coalesces on her arm. She feels a subtle pressure on her inner left forearm as the Celestial Rune (ᛏ) manifests. The rune is etched in obsidian black, lying flush with her pale skin. Its heavy, dark presence outlined by a delicate margin of silver dust. It is a mark of two worlds: the cold shadow she masters and the vibrant purpose she has accepted.
Daewen quickly draws her cloak sleeve over the mark, concealing its stark beauty. Her gaze snaps to Eggo Lass, her silent thought sharp and urgent:
Guard it. It is the only light we will carry to Glemsel.
Her initial weariness is gone. She feels the latent, powerful foreign energy resting in the obsidian beneath her skin. This abyss will not be a place of familiar gloom; it will be a place to test this new strength. She is ready.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Eggo Lass feels taken aback from the experience. A unique one. Certainly not expected, but a pleasant insight in the gods' minds. She pats a hand on her left shoulder, feeling the rune. As Foresti hands her the totem she looks upon it with intrigue. Law. Justice. At the service of the party. And certainly one less thing to worry about. "Thank you." she says, pondering if it could be an arcane focus.
As she sees Daewen's urgent gaze she nods and stows the rod in a safe place.
With a turn to Yistral she speaks, "You mentioned your calendar being clear before. Still got an open slot for the evening? Seems we've got a lovely reservation at an abyssal layer." she smiles with a wink, "Unless the reservation has forgotten itself."
[[ Question about the runes. It mentions using a bonus action to activate it but also mentions saves. For those would it be during the turn use the bonus action to activate it if anticipating a save to come before the start of one's next turn? Or how would you want that to work? ]]
This is a signature. It was a simple signature. But it has been upgraded.
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Yistril sighs deliberately and ponders his response
thinks to himself - the gods again do the bare minimum. The boon while not nothing is a far cry from the help gods gave in the past. Maybe the age of gods is waining and men will finally break their yoke.
“yes my calendar is open more to protect my own life than an obligation owed to anyone.”
The revelation is swift and broad and sweeps through her mind as fast as swooping falcons.
On the middle most point of the back of her hands, just below the knuckle of her first finger, her tattoos swell and loop and form a rune that when her hands are brought together bear the shape of an arrow.
The style is as her sect’s mystic and sacred markings and as her mind delves in to the confluence of power she feels when the two halves are brought together, she realises what the gods have given her: Luck, and restoration. Only more of what she already possessed. Only the power that they have been granting her through their planes-traversing servants since she first set out.
The message is clear, plain and simple. She is enough. Her tools are enough. She is already what she must be.
Mun bows.