Ezekiel turns and stares at Leaves. "The trees cannot uproot themselves and move elsewhere. When the settlers come with their hate and their fire, and the trees burn, the forest will burn with them."
"But, you are not a tree." She pointed out flippantly. "You don't have to share their fate. As long as you live, you can always carry a part of forest with you and pass it on to those who come afterwards-a handful of seeds sown in clean ground means the forest lives on."
Jevyn listened to this conversation in silence for the most part. Personally, he agreed with Leaves, but he'd rather not aggravate Ezekiel. "Seabeak, that's enough. Let our guide make his choices. He has a duty that he holds himself to, and we all must respect that."
"No we don't, but we'll all pretend to until he sends us away. Caw haw haw!
...Anyway, where is the magic boat we're supposed to be riding on?" She said, making a theatrical show of looking around the cave. "Is there another magic puddle, Old One?"
Ezekiel stops abruptly. "We are here." You stand in a natural cavern, illuminated by luminescent lichen whixh clings to the stone walls of the cavern. Water drips from the cavern ceiling, forming puddles under your feet. "Close your eyes. If all goes well, you will be in Khamut momentarily."
"Do we clap our hands? Click our heels?" Leaves said sarcastically, closing her eyes and drawing her swords-she crossed them and pointed them downward in case she had to drop them quickly. But, she was ready for a fight on the other side. Or maybe one in this room. You never knew.
"Try not to drop us into a fire-mountain, grandpa!" She helpfully added.
(I just received notice from Wreck that he is going to have to pull out of this campaign. That means we've lost exactly half of the party. I could try and find a couple other players, if the party has no objections.)
[I suppose it's as convenient as time as any. I'll miss our excitable viashino, but new players are also good.]
Jevyn closed his eyes and stood someone relaxed, trying to maintain his awareness by extending his other senses. Listening for changes in the environment or breathing of his fellows, Jevyn hoped that he would be able to handle any situation they were thrown into.
Ezekiel begins to mutter in a strange tongue, the tongue of the beasts and the forest. It brings to mind images of trickling woodland streams, leaves rustling in the wind, and a bear and her cubs lumbering through a meadow scattered with pink and yellow flowers.
Then Ezekiel gasps, and the images are extinguished, to be replaced by a terrifying sensation of falling into a black abyss. As if from a great distance, you hear Ezekiel, his voice filled with fear.
"I cannot control it! The item you carry- it has corrupted The Weave! This will not be without consequences." You just catch his final words.
"I will pray for you, my friends."
Then you find yourself lying on cold stone. As you sit up painfully, you realize that you are not alone.
...To arms! The guild was waiting for us! The Orc sold us out!" She shouted after drawing some perhaps hasty conclusions, upon seeing the strangers and noticing their hyperactive lizard friend was gone.
Leaves jumped up and smoothly drew her blades.
"...Who gets to die first?"She said, in a different voice, one of an old friend.
((Welcome to the game guys. Its a bit of a player graveyard by now but you'll do fine. :P
Also someone should add your character sheets to the campaign summary...))
Tak tried to recollect all that Ezekiel said before they fell. His vision still blurred for a moment from the hard landing finally cleared and looking around sees they are missing Shiv, in addition they have new company. Hearing Leaves exclamation Tak feared he had been knocked out for some time and quickly leaps to his feet and flies up 20 feet in the air, flames in each hand waiting for someone to make a move.
Holding Produce Flame to throw if I think the new comers act in a threatening manner.
Drawing an arrow a human will shout out "I mean you no harm lower your weapons and magic, I'm sure we can talk this out" keeping his hood up you can barely see the blue of his eyes from his hood.
Jevyn's eyes fly open as he begins to chant a spell. A shimmering barrier of magic surrounds him as Esme prepares to take off. "Who are you? Where are we? We'll lower our weapons if you lower yours."
[Releasing my readied mage armor, boosting my AC to 15.]
Holding his weapon steady Erich says "I am Erich, I was hoping you could tell me, and the way I see it you raised your weapons first, you'll lower them first."
Jevyn's extensive knowledge and interaction with the Weave allows him to come to the following conclusion. During the process of transporting you to Khamut, Ezekiel met with interference. Judging by his reaction, the source of the interference was the item Shiv was carrying. This unexpected development caused a tear in the Weave, which is how Shiv was left behind and these two strangers transported in his place.
Jevyn feels a cold humanoid appendage tucked inside his shirt. It appears that the thing had no intentions of remaining behind when it reinputted your destination.
Nearby, a half-elven women with a rat's nest of fair hair is sprawled on the ground and holds her head in both hands, "Mother of two-bit whore," she curses. She squints into the flame-licked light thrown by Tak. She turns her attention to the walls that surround them, a frown forming creases between her eyes and puckering her lips as if she sucked on a lemon. "Where in all the hells are we now?" she asked calmly, though not directed to anyone in the room. She lightly pokes the left side of her head where a goose-egg sized swelling is rising. She slides backwards across the floor like an injured house cat. She presses against the wall and uses it as a brace to stand,. She looks from form to form in front of her, "Frakken orge balls," she decides.
Ezekiel turns and stares at Leaves. "The trees cannot uproot themselves and move elsewhere. When the settlers come with their hate and their fire, and the trees burn, the forest will burn with them."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"But, you are not a tree." She pointed out flippantly. "You don't have to share their fate. As long as you live, you can always carry a part of forest with you and pass it on to those who come afterwards-a handful of seeds sown in clean ground means the forest lives on."
Jevyn listened to this conversation in silence for the most part. Personally, he agreed with Leaves, but he'd rather not aggravate Ezekiel. "Seabeak, that's enough. Let our guide make his choices. He has a duty that he holds himself to, and we all must respect that."
"No we don't, but we'll all pretend to until he sends us away. Caw haw haw!
...Anyway, where is the magic boat we're supposed to be riding on?" She said, making a theatrical show of looking around the cave. "Is there another magic puddle, Old One?"
Ezekiel stops abruptly. "We are here." You stand in a natural cavern, illuminated by luminescent lichen whixh clings to the stone walls of the cavern. Water drips from the cavern ceiling, forming puddles under your feet. "Close your eyes. If all goes well, you will be in Khamut momentarily."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Do we clap our hands? Click our heels?" Leaves said sarcastically, closing her eyes and drawing her swords-she crossed them and pointed them downward in case she had to drop them quickly. But, she was ready for a fight on the other side. Or maybe one in this room. You never knew.
"Try not to drop us into a fire-mountain, grandpa!" She helpfully added.
(I just received notice from Wreck that he is going to have to pull out of this campaign. That means we've lost exactly half of the party. I could try and find a couple other players, if the party has no objections.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(No problem. A nice time to disappear I suppose right before we go into the plot teleporter :P )
(Sad. I'm good with whatever.)
(Plot teleporter. :) Nice.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
[I suppose it's as convenient as time as any. I'll miss our excitable viashino, but new players are also good.]
Jevyn closed his eyes and stood someone relaxed, trying to maintain his awareness by extending his other senses. Listening for changes in the environment or breathing of his fellows, Jevyn hoped that he would be able to handle any situation they were thrown into.
Ezekiel begins to mutter in a strange tongue, the tongue of the beasts and the forest. It brings to mind images of trickling woodland streams, leaves rustling in the wind, and a bear and her cubs lumbering through a meadow scattered with pink and yellow flowers.
Then Ezekiel gasps, and the images are extinguished, to be replaced by a terrifying sensation of falling into a black abyss. As if from a great distance, you hear Ezekiel, his voice filled with fear.
"I cannot control it! The item you carry- it has corrupted The Weave! This will not be without consequences." You just catch his final words.
"I will pray for you, my friends."
Then you find yourself lying on cold stone. As you sit up painfully, you realize that you are not alone.
(Welcome NightingaleHiker and TRS_Red!)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Whats a weav....oh, we're here...
...To arms! The guild was waiting for us! The Orc sold us out!" She shouted after drawing some perhaps hasty conclusions, upon seeing the strangers and noticing their hyperactive lizard friend was gone.
Leaves jumped up and smoothly drew her blades.
"...Who gets to die first?" She said, in a different voice, one of an old friend.
((Welcome to the game guys. Its a bit of a player graveyard by now but you'll do fine. :P
Also someone should add your character sheets to the campaign summary...))
Tak tried to recollect all that Ezekiel said before they fell. His vision still blurred for a moment from the hard landing finally cleared and looking around sees they are missing Shiv, in addition they have new company. Hearing Leaves exclamation Tak feared he had been knocked out for some time and quickly leaps to his feet and flies up 20 feet in the air, flames in each hand waiting for someone to make a move.
Holding Produce Flame to throw if I think the new comers act in a threatening manner.
(Right, I'll do that. Thanks.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Drawing an arrow a human will shout out "I mean you no harm lower your weapons and magic, I'm sure we can talk this out" keeping his hood up you can barely see the blue of his eyes from his hood.
Jevyn's eyes fly open as he begins to chant a spell. A shimmering barrier of magic surrounds him as Esme prepares to take off. "Who are you? Where are we? We'll lower our weapons if you lower yours."
[Releasing my readied mage armor, boosting my AC to 15.]
Holding his weapon steady Erich says "I am Erich, I was hoping you could tell me, and the way I see it you raised your weapons first, you'll lower them first."
Jevyn's extensive knowledge and interaction with the Weave allows him to come to the following conclusion. During the process of transporting you to Khamut, Ezekiel met with interference. Judging by his reaction, the source of the interference was the item Shiv was carrying. This unexpected development caused a tear in the Weave, which is how Shiv was left behind and these two strangers transported in his place.
Jevyn feels a cold humanoid appendage tucked inside his shirt. It appears that the thing had no intentions of remaining behind when it reinputted your destination.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Nearby, a half-elven women with a rat's nest of fair hair is sprawled on the ground and holds her head in both hands, "Mother of two-bit whore," she curses. She squints into the flame-licked light thrown by Tak. She turns her attention to the walls that surround them, a frown forming creases between her eyes and puckering her lips as if she sucked on a lemon. "Where in all the hells are we now?" she asked calmly, though not directed to anyone in the room. She lightly pokes the left side of her head where a goose-egg sized swelling is rising. She slides backwards across the floor like an injured house cat. She presses against the wall and uses it as a brace to stand,. She looks from form to form in front of her, "Frakken orge balls," she decides.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver