You appear a moment later in a room you recognize at once. It is a room of the orphanage where you lived when very young; the room you shared with several others, three bunk beds lining the walls, yourself laying in the top bunk of the one you slept in when so young. Slipping from the bed, you move to the tiny window, which you use to use to sneak out of the place, and glance outside. You see the city of Elysium out the window, where once your early childhood city use to stand.
Lunastra twists her face in a scowl. "You're right. In all my travels, I have never encountered a land more spurned by the First Circle. The fog—" She glances at the raven on Soveliss' shoulder. "The animals..." She turns her eyes to the sky, holding out her hand. "Even the rain is unnatural. If there is even a speck of life in this place, it eludes me; my senses have been overwhelmed by the stench of the city." She takes a notably aggressive tone as she glares at the half-elf. "I'll never understand how elf and human hands can build such filth—" She pauses and, seemingly aware of her anger, visibly decompresses, her face and voice returning to normal. "My apologies. I'm in a bad mood, and the beasts here have evoked some...unwanted memories. What about you? You seem to be holding yourself up well. Are you a bard?"
Staring at the empty space where his companion used to be, Whitegaze will call out to the others, "I don't suppose any of you magic types happen to have a way to find out what just happened or get in touch with her, do you?"
"In a manner of speaking," Kale tells Luna. "I'm no performer by any stretch of the imagination, but I have learned to play a few instruments competently, and I am prone to fits of song and poetry from time to time when I feel inspired. I fear I'm a city boy myself, though... never did too well in the wilds. Born and raised there, I wouldn't know my hand from my ass if you dropped me in the middle of a forest, half-elf or not. I admit to being a little jealous of people like you." He looks away, seeming to be caught up in some memories. "Not having to grow up in the urban jungle. I suppose you might consider it just as brutal as any wilderness, but in a different way. It's all still about the survival of the fittest, in the end." Blinking, he smiles at Luna. "I'm afraid circumstances don't always allow us to choose whom we become. But I sincerely hope you won't hold it against me."
He stops as he hears Whitegaze calling out and turns around. Brow furrowing, he checks the courtyard again. "Where's Thursday? Don't tell me the chit actually made a wish to go home on that well, did she?"
Al-Ashari slowly shook her head: "I do not feel her presence. And as compelling as it is to think she indeed returned home, I do not believe The Dream had truly let her go." She sized Whitegaze and casually suggested: "Of course you can throw the coins too and wish to follow her. That way you will know for sure."
Kale sighs. "No need for such an extreme move. Let's see if this works instead. It's a little less risky then betting with your entire body, I would hope." Pulling out his mirror, steel, Kale approaches the well and drops the three appropriate coins in. He says aloud, "I wish the mirror in my hand would display the current location and surroundings of anyone in our party in its reflection, when the name of the individual we wished to find was spoken by the one holding the mirror."
The mirror shows an image of Al-Ashari standing to one side of you. It shows the well and the area around her as well. In the mirror you see strange shadowy beings rising out of the ground around her, which can only be seen in the mirror.
Al-Ashari, give me a wisdom saving throw. DC is Kale's spell-casting DC. Take 11 necrotic damage on a failure, half as much on a success.
Kale frowns. "Sorry about that, it wasn't personal." He looks again at the mirror. "But if it did this to the mirror, then I'd bet Thursday is probably in a bit of trouble, whether she knows it or not. When I spoke her name, what I saw reflected was you," he nods at Al-Ashari, "as well as the well and the area around you. Shadows rose out of the ground and surrounded you." He looks around the courtyard again. "I wonder if that means she's trapped here, in this courtyard somehwhere, although perhaps in another dimension?" He flips the mirror around, turning to the others. "If anyone else wants to try the mirror, feel free to give it a shot. I'd recommend against making a wish unless you were overflowing with confidence, though. And I'd like to get out of your way before then, if that's the case."
"Can I try?" Al-Ashari hold forth her hand. "The thing about dreams and madness is that they are in fact logical. This is a twisted and a broken logic, but a logic nevertheless. And if we do not understand why two crocodile plus one pink sock results in a yellow elephant, it does not mean the math is wrong, only that we did not grasp the concept. Yet."
Should she be given a mirror, she would step aside from the well (and the group - just in case) and whisper a few words, then look into it.
English is not my first language, if you say that phrase can be interpret as "the one who is holding the mirror right now" - so be it, of course. But my move will be different in that case (assuming, Al-Ashari understands the interpretation).
Thursday disappears....
Thursday...
You appear a moment later in a room you recognize at once. It is a room of the orphanage where you lived when very young; the room you shared with several others, three bunk beds lining the walls, yourself laying in the top bunk of the one you slept in when so young. Slipping from the bed, you move to the tiny window, which you use to use to sneak out of the place, and glance outside. You see the city of Elysium out the window, where once your early childhood city use to stand.
Lunastra twists her face in a scowl. "You're right. In all my travels, I have never encountered a land more spurned by the First Circle. The fog—" She glances at the raven on Soveliss' shoulder. "The animals..." She turns her eyes to the sky, holding out her hand. "Even the rain is unnatural. If there is even a speck of life in this place, it eludes me; my senses have been overwhelmed by the stench of the city." She takes a notably aggressive tone as she glares at the half-elf. "I'll never understand how elf and human hands can build such filth—" She pauses and, seemingly aware of her anger, visibly decompresses, her face and voice returning to normal. "My apologies. I'm in a bad mood, and the beasts here have evoked some...unwanted memories. What about you? You seem to be holding yourself up well. Are you a bard?"
Staring at the empty space where his companion used to be, Whitegaze will call out to the others, "I don't suppose any of you magic types happen to have a way to find out what just happened or get in touch with her, do you?"
"In a manner of speaking," Kale tells Luna. "I'm no performer by any stretch of the imagination, but I have learned to play a few instruments competently, and I am prone to fits of song and poetry from time to time when I feel inspired. I fear I'm a city boy myself, though... never did too well in the wilds. Born and raised there, I wouldn't know my hand from my ass if you dropped me in the middle of a forest, half-elf or not. I admit to being a little jealous of people like you." He looks away, seeming to be caught up in some memories. "Not having to grow up in the urban jungle. I suppose you might consider it just as brutal as any wilderness, but in a different way. It's all still about the survival of the fittest, in the end." Blinking, he smiles at Luna. "I'm afraid circumstances don't always allow us to choose whom we become. But I sincerely hope you won't hold it against me."
He stops as he hears Whitegaze calling out and turns around. Brow furrowing, he checks the courtyard again. "Where's Thursday? Don't tell me the chit actually made a wish to go home on that well, did she?"
Al-Ashari slowly shook her head: "I do not feel her presence. And as compelling as it is to think she indeed returned home, I do not believe The Dream had truly let her go." She sized Whitegaze and casually suggested: "Of course you can throw the coins too and wish to follow her. That way you will know for sure."
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Kale sighs. "No need for such an extreme move. Let's see if this works instead. It's a little less risky then betting with your entire body, I would hope." Pulling out his mirror, steel, Kale approaches the well and drops the three appropriate coins in. He says aloud, "I wish the mirror in my hand would display the current location and surroundings of anyone in our party in its reflection, when the name of the individual we wished to find was spoken by the one holding the mirror."
The mirror in your hand shimmers slightly as the wish is fulfilled.
Holding the mirror up, Kale clearly says, "Thursday."
The mirror shows an image of Al-Ashari standing to one side of you. It shows the well and the area around her as well. In the mirror you see strange shadowy beings rising out of the ground around her, which can only be seen in the mirror.
Al-Ashari, give me a wisdom saving throw. DC is Kale's spell-casting DC. Take 11 necrotic damage on a failure, half as much on a success.
(Save DC: 18)
Wisdom Save: 25
Al-Ashari gasped and became even paler for a moment. "I do not believe your magic worked as you intended, Kale" calmly commented the woman.
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Kale frowns. "Sorry about that, it wasn't personal." He looks again at the mirror. "But if it did this to the mirror, then I'd bet Thursday is probably in a bit of trouble, whether she knows it or not. When I spoke her name, what I saw reflected was you," he nods at Al-Ashari, "as well as the well and the area around you. Shadows rose out of the ground and surrounded you." He looks around the courtyard again. "I wonder if that means she's trapped here, in this courtyard somehwhere, although perhaps in another dimension?" He flips the mirror around, turning to the others. "If anyone else wants to try the mirror, feel free to give it a shot. I'd recommend against making a wish unless you were overflowing with confidence, though. And I'd like to get out of your way before then, if that's the case."
"Can I try?" Al-Ashari hold forth her hand. "The thing about dreams and madness is that they are in fact logical. This is a twisted and a broken logic, but a logic nevertheless. And if we do not understand why two crocodile plus one pink sock results in a yellow elephant, it does not mean the math is wrong, only that we did not grasp the concept. Yet."
Should she be given a mirror, she would step aside from the well (and the group - just in case) and whisper a few words, then look into it.
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Kale hands the mirror over to Al-Ashari willingly. "Give it a try, let us know what happens."
Al-Ashari, roll me a d8.
8
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Actually, forget that. The mirror is attuned to Kale, so no one else can actually use it.
OOC: But the wish condition was "when the name of the individual we wished to find was spoken by the one holding the mirror"
If despite the condition attunement stays, I'll re-write my move.
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and who was holding the mirror when the wish was made?
English is not my first language, if you say that phrase can be interpret as "the one who is holding the mirror right now" - so be it, of course. But my move will be different in that case (assuming, Al-Ashari understands the interpretation).
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