By simply looking at the mirror, you can see the star field it's projecting clearly, like it's some kind of portal or window. That's how your mind is interpreting it. The image wavers and moves in a way that defy physics, making you uneasy. You won't be able to tell more unless you attack or touch it.
EvilSexyDia unleashes another fireball into the room. It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes. DC18 DEX save to take half of 38 damage. Anyone wearing clothing made of material like linen, silk, wool, etc - gets immediately incinerated and destroyed. Her form, already a pitch black solid color with purple highlights, laughs and sprouts tentacles.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
The swordmaster repeated the same dance to try to dodge the second fireball the best she could. Exelda would take a moment to breathe, sweat dripping, chest rising and falling from athletic exertion paired with NaughtyDia's scolding flames. She'll raise a hand to wipe the sweat off her brow. Then with a flourish of her blades, LeBlanc lunges forward to strike.
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Freya's DC18 DEX ST jump the heck away from EvilSexyDia's bad breath: 21
Deftly rolling underneath the expanding fire ball, Freya merely singes her eyebrows slightly. The effect actually improves her hideous visage, so it's no big deal.
(yay for wearing metal XD) Vulcan seeing this strange mirror, grits his teeth, and knowing that he could attack it.....reaches out and grasps the mirror, wishing to learn more.
THE PARTY: Exelda's blades manage to be Evil Dia's demise, and she falls onto the floor exploding in a mess of inky shadow, like a pitcher of water dropped from a height and broken on the floor. It was that moment that Vulcan gets sucked into the mirror. The mirror shatters and blows apart and the whole room goes dead silent. You all find yourself alive, but minus one person.
VULCAN: Your hand passes through the mirror into the star field. For a brief, terrible moment, you realize that you're sticking your hand into space but nothing happens. Then a force pulls you violently through. You find yourself tumbling through space, a terrible sound in your mind and ears - like travelling very fast underwater. You can't tell which way is up and everywhere you look, space and time warp around you like tumbling through an endless fractal. You lose all sense of yourself and dimension and you become numb as your mind is unable to process what is happening.
Then, for a moment, an environment is created for you. It's hard to describe, because the words that would be used to do so have yet to be invented. But, if we could, you find yourself on the surface of what appears to be a black star that's radiating purple light. You're not sinking, but the "ground" is soft, like you're walking on pure energy made tangible. Most surprisingly, you're still alive and not completely incinerated from the star's heat. Something "speaks" to you in the "language" of "thought" and offers you "choice".
Vulcan, kneels down to feel the "black star" beneath him, before looking around, as if gazing at the sky, before speaking out in that alien language he learned.
(translated) "Join you in what way?"
Surprisingly, he wasn't afraid, nervous? Yes. Excited? Definitely. His thirst for knowledge had brought him to the edge of.....this.....would he leap or fall?
Tentacles whip from the surface and the tips attach to your temples faster than you can blink. For a wonderful moment of joy, bliss, and clarity you know EVERYTHING there is to know about this universe and beyond it. Nothing is a mystery to you any longer. Anything and everything you wanted to do is now in your intellectual capability. You see yourself traveling this cosmos and beyond in ways you would never dream of - spreading (dominating, subjugating, controlling, too) gifts you have received in the name of an entity older than this universe.
The tentacles retract back into the star, and the knowledge you were given wipe away and you're back to what you knew a moment ago - which you now realize is so very little.
Vulcan fell to his knees, his eyes blown wide open as the pressure and then subsequential void of that knowledge flowed in and out of him. He gasped for breath as his mind shuddered and his will & spirit urged him in various directions. This would be everything he wanted. The means to perfect his craft, the way to create and forge something that could be his legacy!
"....Legacy...." He spoke his first common words that he had spoke in what felt like years. How long ago had they start this quest?....How long......Vulcan's mind raced back along the path they walked, to the numerous entities of the dark. To the twisted visages of creation that they had encountered and destroyed, to the passageways of architecture and beauty.....but also the murals. The light and those that attempted to seal this away. To the deformed copies of his allies, of this overwhelming mass that pressed in his mind.....what did he hope to create with such knowledge? To what end?....for what? To build weapons? What need would his knowledge have, if it was all rendered the same by this....this dark god?
Mustering the strength in his already wavering spirit, he gazed back up at the sky, and muttered weakly, fearing he already knew the answer. ".....at what cost....."
A hole opened up next to you as if gravity was bending the star into a worm hole that led deeper into the star. You knew this was the final step. Umbra answered you.
His hands clutched the black star beneath him. His heart beating like a war drum, filling his ears with their noise. He felt like his lungs were on fire, struggling to breath as the power of the voices, and the sway of what their words meant hit him. He forced himself up on to his knees, unfastening his shotgun, and holding it in his lap as he stares at it.....his first creation.....he closed his eyes, recalling, not the journey, but everything he had learned before. He opened his eyes, resolute, as he stared at the hole, and stood up, his legs heavy, but determined. He opened his mouth and took a breath, before setting his gaze on the hole, then at the sky.
"No."
He raised his blunderbuss and fired twice, the first shell at the hole, the second at the black star at his feet. The light runes he had carved into them, sending out glaring shells of light that exploded on impact with radiant fire.
Even if he died here, he would die as what he was. Vulcan Ravensteel, the last child of the smiths path, and a human being. He had clawed his way up this point, without the help of some dark god. He wouldn't forsake his humanity, nor his kind's future, for the abyss.
As in response to your refusal, the "environment" that was keeping you safe while you were on the surface of a star "vanishes", and you truly find yourself on the surface of a black star. Before you can even register what is happening, you are vaporized into subatomic particles, and then, even those are burned away in the blink of an eye until there is literally nothing left of you.
"Ah, ah, ah, hold your horses, *****," Father tuts, wagging a finger to Villanelle. "All of us are rather weary and require some sort of rest and this room seems to be as good as any to achieve that. Oh, I'll even house us for comforts sake. One moment..."
The priest extends his arm out low in front of him, his hand tight on his holy symbol, then slowly raises his arm. As he does this, the ground before him rumbles and shakes, and with a few moments passing, a temple is risen before them. "Ah, home sweet home~ Please enjoy yourselves for what time we have here, and don't go into the basement." He warns, turning to look at them with a dark look in his eyes. "You will die."
"Anyways," He continues with a smile. "I shall give a prayer to our fallen... compariot. If any of you would be willing to pray along with me feel free!" The cleric then hops right on up to the main entrance and ushers everyone in like a good host, then shuts the door behind them.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"Oh yes. Rest." Since undergoing the ritual, Villanelle had hardly rested. She had hardly needed to. And it wasn't like she paid much attention to what the others needed either. "I guess that we can spend the night here. What is it that's in the basement that's worse than what we've faced so far?"
Villanelle doesn't particularly care if Father answers or not, but she does hang around to hear him pray.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Dia, Vulcan, Exelda, Father, Madison, Villanelle, Freya, Tora, EvilSexyDia(91)
Madison shoots again!
Pistol Attack: 22 Damage: 19
Pistol Attack: 15 Damage: 22
Sneak 16
By simply looking at the mirror, you can see the star field it's projecting clearly, like it's some kind of portal or window. That's how your mind is interpreting it. The image wavers and moves in a way that defy physics, making you uneasy. You won't be able to tell more unless you attack or touch it.
EvilSexyDia unleashes another fireball into the room. It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes. DC18 DEX save to take half of 38 damage. Anyone wearing clothing made of material like linen, silk, wool, etc - gets immediately incinerated and destroyed. Her form, already a pitch black solid color with purple highlights, laughs and sprouts tentacles.
Dia, Vulcan, Exelda, Father, Madison, Villanelle, Freya, Tora, EvilSexyDia(91)
Dia is now naked except for her leather armor :D
"Hmph." Dia doesn't sound too upset. However, she does send another splinter of psionic power at her evil counterpart.
DC 18 Int ST or 16 psychic damage and she has to remove 1d4 from her next ST.
Oh yeah, also Dex ST: 16
And Sexy Twilight Destruction: 84
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Dex:23
Villanelle's going to spend a Fury Die to use Unearthly Reflexes and take 0 damage from the attack.
Attack: 21 Damage: 26
Attack: 15 Damage: 21
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Dia, Vulcan, Exelda, Father, Madison, Villanelle, Freya, Tora, EvilSexyDia(65)
Madison save: 13
In a flaming heap, Madison slams into the wall. "****!!" she screams as her nerve endings explode.
EvilDia: 11
"CAN YOU DO ANYTHING ELSE, YOU WENCH!?" Father shouts out to the EvilDia.
Dex fail: 19
"I grow so tired of this," He seethes through clenched teeth, throwing off a Guiding Bolt.
Attack: 17 Damage: 16
And assuming that hits, next attack is at advantage c:
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Dia, Vulcan, Exelda, Father, Madison, Villanelle, Freya, Tora, EvilSexyDia(23)
LeBlanc Save: 21
The swordmaster repeated the same dance to try to dodge the second fireball the best she could. Exelda would take a moment to breathe, sweat dripping, chest rising and falling from athletic exertion paired with NaughtyDia's scolding flames. She'll raise a hand to wipe the sweat off her brow. Then with a flourish of her blades, LeBlanc lunges forward to strike.
Attack 1: 27 Damage: 6
Attack 2: 16 Damage: 11
Attack 1: 11 Damage: 9
Attack 2: 13 Damage: 11
just an unstable unicorn.
Freya's DC18 DEX ST jump the heck away from EvilSexyDia's bad breath: 21
Deftly rolling underneath the expanding fire ball, Freya merely singes her eyebrows slightly. The effect actually improves her hideous visage, so it's no big deal.
Action - Freya casts Cure Wounds (@ level 2), healing herself for 12.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(yay for wearing metal XD)
Vulcan seeing this strange mirror, grits his teeth, and knowing that he could attack it.....reaches out and grasps the mirror, wishing to learn more.
Two things happen.
THE PARTY: Exelda's blades manage to be Evil Dia's demise, and she falls onto the floor exploding in a mess of inky shadow, like a pitcher of water dropped from a height and broken on the floor. It was that moment that Vulcan gets sucked into the mirror. The mirror shatters and blows apart and the whole room goes dead silent. You all find yourself alive, but minus one person.
VULCAN: Your hand passes through the mirror into the star field. For a brief, terrible moment, you realize that you're sticking your hand into space but nothing happens. Then a force pulls you violently through. You find yourself tumbling through space, a terrible sound in your mind and ears - like travelling very fast underwater. You can't tell which way is up and everywhere you look, space and time warp around you like tumbling through an endless fractal. You lose all sense of yourself and dimension and you become numb as your mind is unable to process what is happening.
Then, for a moment, an environment is created for you. It's hard to describe, because the words that would be used to do so have yet to be invented. But, if we could, you find yourself on the surface of what appears to be a black star that's radiating purple light. You're not sinking, but the "ground" is soft, like you're walking on pure energy made tangible. Most surprisingly, you're still alive and not completely incinerated from the star's heat. Something "speaks" to you in the "language" of "thought" and offers you "choice".
Join it. Or die.
Vulcan, kneels down to feel the "black star" beneath him, before looking around, as if gazing at the sky, before speaking out in that alien language he learned.
(translated) "Join you in what way?"
Surprisingly, he wasn't afraid, nervous? Yes. Excited? Definitely. His thirst for knowledge had brought him to the edge of.....this.....would he leap or fall?
Tentacles whip from the surface and the tips attach to your temples faster than you can blink. For a wonderful moment of joy, bliss, and clarity you know EVERYTHING there is to know about this universe and beyond it. Nothing is a mystery to you any longer. Anything and everything you wanted to do is now in your intellectual capability. You see yourself traveling this cosmos and beyond in ways you would never dream of - spreading (dominating, subjugating, controlling, too) gifts you have received in the name of an entity older than this universe.
The tentacles retract back into the star, and the knowledge you were given wipe away and you're back to what you knew a moment ago - which you now realize is so very little.
It awaits an answer.
Vulcan fell to his knees, his eyes blown wide open as the pressure and then subsequential void of that knowledge flowed in and out of him. He gasped for breath as his mind shuddered and his will & spirit urged him in various directions. This would be everything he wanted. The means to perfect his craft, the way to create and forge something that could be his legacy!
"....Legacy...." He spoke his first common words that he had spoke in what felt like years. How long ago had they start this quest?....How long......Vulcan's mind raced back along the path they walked, to the numerous entities of the dark. To the twisted visages of creation that they had encountered and destroyed, to the passageways of architecture and beauty.....but also the murals. The light and those that attempted to seal this away. To the deformed copies of his allies, of this overwhelming mass that pressed in his mind.....what did he hope to create with such knowledge? To what end?....for what? To build weapons? What need would his knowledge have, if it was all rendered the same by this....this dark god?
Mustering the strength in his already wavering spirit, he gazed back up at the sky, and muttered weakly, fearing he already knew the answer. ".....at what cost....."
A hole opened up next to you as if gravity was bending the star into a worm hole that led deeper into the star. You knew this was the final step. Umbra answered you.
Everything.
His hands clutched the black star beneath him. His heart beating like a war drum, filling his ears with their noise. He felt like his lungs were on fire, struggling to breath as the power of the voices, and the sway of what their words meant hit him. He forced himself up on to his knees, unfastening his shotgun, and holding it in his lap as he stares at it.....his first creation.....he closed his eyes, recalling, not the journey, but everything he had learned before. He opened his eyes, resolute, as he stared at the hole, and stood up, his legs heavy, but determined. He opened his mouth and took a breath, before setting his gaze on the hole, then at the sky.
"No."
He raised his blunderbuss and fired twice, the first shell at the hole, the second at the black star at his feet. The light runes he had carved into them, sending out glaring shells of light that exploded on impact with radiant fire.
Even if he died here, he would die as what he was. Vulcan Ravensteel, the last child of the smiths path, and a human being. He had clawed his way up this point, without the help of some dark god. He wouldn't forsake his humanity, nor his kind's future, for the abyss.
As in response to your refusal, the "environment" that was keeping you safe while you were on the surface of a star "vanishes", and you truly find yourself on the surface of a black star. Before you can even register what is happening, you are vaporized into subatomic particles, and then, even those are burned away in the blink of an eye until there is literally nothing left of you.
As the other Dia explodes into inky shadows and the mirror explodes along with it, Villanelle waits for a few minutes, tapping her foot.
"Okay, we've waited long enough for him. He's dead. Let's get moving."
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Madison, looking like a burnt piece of toast, slowly gets up and leans against the wall, panting wearily.
"Ah, ah, ah, hold your horses, *****," Father tuts, wagging a finger to Villanelle. "All of us are rather weary and require some sort of rest and this room seems to be as good as any to achieve that. Oh, I'll even house us for comforts sake. One moment..."
The priest extends his arm out low in front of him, his hand tight on his holy symbol, then slowly raises his arm. As he does this, the ground before him rumbles and shakes, and with a few moments passing, a temple is risen before them. "Ah, home sweet home~ Please enjoy yourselves for what time we have here, and don't go into the basement." He warns, turning to look at them with a dark look in his eyes. "You will die."
"Anyways," He continues with a smile. "I shall give a prayer to our fallen... compariot. If any of you would be willing to pray along with me feel free!" The cleric then hops right on up to the main entrance and ushers everyone in like a good host, then shuts the door behind them.
writing descriptions of things? i dont know her!
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"Oh yes. Rest." Since undergoing the ritual, Villanelle had hardly rested. She had hardly needed to. And it wasn't like she paid much attention to what the others needed either. "I guess that we can spend the night here. What is it that's in the basement that's worse than what we've faced so far?"
Villanelle doesn't particularly care if Father answers or not, but she does hang around to hear him pray.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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