Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion)
"I agree,"Orina replies to Jogs."We need to return to Cordivae anyway. It would be wrong to not let the Rosebush Guild know that we completed this quest for them. I'd hate to make them wait for us indefinitely. Besides, maybe they know someone in the Garden district that we could meet up with. And... well, we need to go shopping, too, if we're going on a big and dangerous quest. I don't want my magic to fall short of protecting you!"
"Thank you, Beau, for sharing your story with us. I promise, we'll do our best to find The Continental and protect the Wildpact!" She stands up, then copies Jogs and kneels as well, bowing deeply. "Take care of yourselves!"
As the group (including Grr Grr Frr and/or Hainsley?) makes their way out of the warren, Orina stops everyone and looks at Grr Grr Frr. "Umm... I think it's safe to drop your spell now. This forest, well... it looks really huge from this perspective,"she says, gaping at the trees overhead. Once they've all been returned to a proper size and are underway, Orina smiles at Jog's questioning.
"The Light, huh? Well, I'm not an expert on it... I wasn't raised in the city, and I didn't attend classes at a Church,"she admits sheepishly. "The hermit I stumbled over while I was living in the forest just kind of quietly... did his thing, and it caught my eye. The way he lived, the way he acted... it was so peaceful. He was always trying to help me, and anybody else who would stop by. His name was Peterson... Father Peterson, he called himself. I asked him why he went out of his way to help total strangers, even the ones who might have meant him harm. I mean... the other firbolgs in my conclave might have asked him to leave, if they'd known he was there. And if he refused, they might have forced him to leave. But that never bothered him at all. He'd say, "I live with my heart open, so I can wish others well on their journey through this life. That way they might be able to see the goodness in themselves through my own actions. If the whole world learned to be kind, then suffering would have to come to an end. And who wouldn't want that?"
I thought about it a lot. My conclave was really strict, see? They were always like..." Orina lowers her voice her, obviously imitating someone else. "Do better, Orina. Practice more, Orina. You have to drive the evil of the settled people out of the forest, Orina. How are you going to do that if you aren't strong enough? Get stronger, Orina!"
She sighs. "Father Peterson was never like that at all. He never asked me for anything. He just gave and gave. And every time I asked him why, he said, it's what he thought the Light wanted. I never got it... so one day, I confronted him about this "Light." Who was it? What did it want? Was it telling him to act that way to achieve some kind of goal? He laughed at me for that, and then he explained that "The Light" was what mankind called the goodness in all of us. Humans gave it a name and and a face and called it a God, but the Light's real power came from the spark in all of us that needed to be nurtured. The Light's sole purpose is to shine, so if you chose to worship it you had to decide how to best bring your Light out to the rest of the world. Father Peterson thought the best way for him was by living in the forest, and helping lost and weary travelers who passed by find their way back out. And... I guess I was kind of lost myself, because I wasn't doing too well with my druidic nature lessons."
Orina smiles. "I started praying to The Light to show me what to do. The Conclave always told me that Gods didn't exist, but I saw it with my own eyes. Father Peterson could do things the druids couldn't. It was like magic, but it wasn't! He nurtured his spark with kindness, and the Light answered him with real powers." She smiles. "So I tried it. I tried being nicer, and I stopped trying to learn how to hurt the people who would invade our forests. And I felt it, too... all that power I could never master as a druid -- it was so easy to harness, as soon as I thought I'd be helping other people if I used it. And well... I guess, you could say that's what drove me out of the forest and into Cordivae. That, and the angry firbolgs in my Conclave once they figured out what I'd done."
She smiles and rubs the back of her head, nervous from having talked so much. "I wasn't sure if I made the right decision when I came to Cordivae... but I feel better about it now. Like I have a purpose, you know?"
(OOC update: Sorry, been sick lately ;/ I managed to convert to a DnD Beyond sheet for the character link, just as a technical update. I also managed to change Orina's background to one more suiting to her actual roleplayed background, which wasn't technically possible on the old sheet. This doesn't change her skills or abilities in the slightest, they're exactly the same as before.)
Leshanna glances as someone yells from a distance. She takes in Azorah briefly, giving her a nod, then turns back to the woman in official clothes. "Is there anything else you would like to ask me?"
No post today, didn't get much sleep last night, and I still have something to get out of the way. Luckily, I'll have quite a bit of free time this week, so I'll be able to get more posts done. However, in compensation, have another one of these:
I - The Magician:
The the first MAGI Tim Shadax was undoubtedly the pioneer of learned on Corvidae/Lepollad. Learning magic through study was much an unknown concept, although, it was unknown in such the same sense a hatched duckling does not know water, but was built to swim. Everyone knew that waving about a hand one way, and spinning your tounge another could create sparks and things, but nobody understood why, it was merely a practice. However, Tim was careful to collect many collected knowledge, and put the pieces together to understand how and why Verbal, Somantic, and Material components worked the way they did, endlessly practicing the motions. So knowledgeable, A story goes he practiced so frequently, he had given himself crippling arthritis in his hands, slowly making it impossible to cast, but one day without thinking he used a spell to heal them,and accidently extended his lifespan far beyond the normal length by making himself younger. That is just a tall tale, but he did always tend to use what knowledge he knew to cast spells that would solve problems, just not in the way he expected. However, after the Desperation, he decided to keep most of his dangerous secrets to himself so no powerful magic could fall into the wrong hands, or worse, thinking that he was the one person who might abuse them. He spent his fortune opening Glanyrafon, a magic school outside of the north where everyone could practice wizardry, although it has since fallen under new management, as Tim has become a recluse, in a hidden castle of his own creation that nobody has yet found.
The second MAGI was William the Blue, who had a prosperous reign, shaping the magic district as it is today, invigorating new life into lessons from Tims' work, creating the Bluehat Academy there. He had many many plans, however, in a tragic accident his life was court short, however, the details of the accident remain classified, leading many to speculate. However, he was one who liked to practice dangerous experiments, although by all accounts his students swore it was merely an act of danger, and that he was always throughly prepared for any scenario. Whatever the case, the circle was suddenly devoid of a ruling member, and a school was missing it's best professor and headmaster, and in that event, his apprentice was to take his place,
William went out for a long expedition, and on his return,there it was, and he was welcoming it as the newest student; a hulking beast with dark fur, wicked claws, a skull for a face with curling horns, and a ribcage that grew out from it''s chest. However, it sat, listened intently, and took careful notes. Now, most would think there professor had just gone completely bonkers, but, William had a reputation for having a few screws loose, and his students always held a glowing appreciation for him, so this new student, though slow and hard, was accepted among it's peers. However She always studied very closely with Will, with him at almost all times, in fact. She almost never left the magic district, let alone the Campus, at least, nobody thought she did-more than a few people had reported spotting a beast in the night stalking the streets and rooftops, and outskirts of the city. As it turns out, she had made quiet the reputation as a silent protector of the city. Few knew, but eventually, they caught on, and Will had to go through hell and high water to defend her actions, however, the people she saved spoke even louder. Although much resentment over her form was still had, William was trusted by his explanation: that she was a human who had been cursed long ago.
When Will passed, she was recognized as being his apprentice, and next in line for his position his word, along with the reputation she had built for herself, as well as her much tamer form she now took in public that resembled a hooded figure with a pale mask and horns, the position was granted, and Grenvalda Dewheart was named MAGI. In her time, she has already brought a greater understanding to magic, she worked closely with the paladins, the protectors of the city, and formed a new oath, that of the WITCH-ANGEL, combining the martial ablities with the vast selection of learned spells available with training.
"My problems that I face is being little concerned with my peers' opinion and being too concerned with those in my charge. I deal with my hubris at times, but that is getting better. I try to face situations dispassionately, to better see what solutions there may be.
"I would like to say I would be most powerless without my mind. But I believe it to be my faith. To do something well would mean less if She was not the reason for it. Another thing I watch in myself, not to lean too much on Her. To represent Her by being a whole being, of thought and action. It's origin...I just accept and do not question."
Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion of the Light)
Jogs looks her friend in the eye in her silly, unblinking, tilted way, claps a bronze, clawed hand on Orina's arm:
"Everything I've seen you do is perfect. I'm not that bright, but I don't think you need to do any better." She turns her face to the sunlight, glorying in the warm heat of its touch after the damp warren and dark dungeon. "I think I like this Light too."
The girl, seeing your coin, looks up and answers your question, pointing to the tower. "There's a building over there called the Rosebed, that's where most head to get get work." she wraps her hands around the coin, trying making sure you can't pull it away. You notice on her forehead just by her hairline, she has some sort of mark on her head, by her hairline, that remembles a black feather. Her fingers have red marks and bruises on them.
Greenport:
Honour: You head down the street, taking in the sights. The weather isn't the best today, but it has cleared up somewhat, so a few tourists who are willingly to brave the light rain are about. Luckily, this part of the port is a lot lower class, but the closer you get to the beach, the snobbier it becomes. We walk around a couple blocks, looking for Mungam, along the way, you encounter an elvish wizard with a blue robes and a large blue hat, he has some kind of magic disk above his head to block the rain, but the rim of his hat is still soaked and dripping water. He tries to get your attention. "Excuse me, do you know where the nearest spell shop is, or perchance, where someone may find some work around?"
Corvidae -Market:
Iam: "Yes, those are bonds, more secure than gold around here. You may not use it, but carrying it around is a good deterrent, no?" he takes items and sets them down, taking the bonds. "Not every place is a secure as here, what with the Caretakers, I imagine they will be a deterrent enough while in the city, but better safe than sorry. If you are a pacifist, I suggest going to the temple district, I hear there are clerics and monks there that teach lessons to help resolve conflicts nonviolently. Personally, I don't reccomend it, not because it would put me out of buisness, but because to be honest, some people just can't be reasoned with, you know?"
Corvidae - Print Shop:
Liadon: "I hope your coinpurse is more impressive than your flattery, and your excuses. I hope your ready to cover every single base, cause sooner or later, a caretaker is going to catch on, and I assure you they are much, much discerning then I am. I have what you need, of course it won't come cheap. However, if you, perhaps invite me to your "wedding", I might be willing to be a bit flexible."
Rabbit Warren -> Corvidae:
Orina & Jogs (bunny battalion): Hainsley asks Beau "I do wish to travel with these two just a bit longer, if that's alright. The warren is much safer now, because of them, and there are secrets about myself I wish to discover. I will return to protect the Warren as soon as possible, I promise, I won't leave it undefended." Beau nods, saying. "Oh there is no need to worry, I still have plenty of years left. Just...do be careful out there, the world can be a dangerous place." Hainsley smiles, and says. "I can't thank you enough, and regardless, I still promise to return."
Beau turns to Orina, and finishes knighting her, she turns to Grr, who puts his hand up and refuses. "Cannot. another task. sorry." Beau frowns, but see's something in his eyes that speks more than his words. "I understand." she says, before her form puffs and dissapates back into a rabbit. "Good luck to you all, victory through unity."
Grr ends the spell and says. "Will return with you. Can't stay. Important task. Stronger now, must face."
Hainsley says, after Orina finishes her story. "This light sounds quite nice, although, maybe it's just becuase when I think about it, I think of all the nice people I've met. I remember, when I was hurt in the dungeon, seeing a light and hearing your voice, that explains it. I wonder, though, if you get your magic from the light, where does mine come from, if I've never heard of it? Do you use the light too, Grr? "
Grr shakes his head and points to his temple. "knowledge."
Hainsley furrows his brow. "Hmmm. Orina, what was this purpose you spoke of, you said you had found it when you started to follow the light. It sounds like something that helps you not get lost, like the sun or The Tower, but also, some kind of desire. I think I might feel it whenever I do magic without thinking, so maybe that is where it comes from but" he flies over to Jogs, and sits on her shoulders"...in that case, Jogs, you have a purpose, right, but I've never seen you do any magic. Does your purpose help you swing a hammer around?" He slumps backwards, hanging headfirst off Jogs' back with his feet" I guess that's why I can't do much, I only wanted to protect the burrow before, I thought that was my purpose, but now, with all these strange happenings, I don't know what to think."
The Vilemind:
Yaw: "Liquid Prismaticite...maybe even a gaseous form...I don't know what the possiblities of that would be, I was never the smartest" The bone as you pick it up, is actually quite heavy, yet when you put it in the water it seems to float, not just that, it seems to float perfectly, no matter where you place it. "I don't think this place would be fuel and have people down here, as well as that giant thing, I think it might have gotten flooded at some point, like this pillar had fuel in it and got damaged." He looks over the pillar. "Another world...maybe, but why do I have a key, why can I read the writing, am I from another world? My memories are pretty clear, I don't even think I've dreamed of another world- Hey, another marking, this one is engraved." He kneels down, looking over the engraving. "Looks like, initials, maybe, and some kind of job, and there is a date, down to the half-day and time...that's strange why is it labled with the next year's on it? Some kind of typo, I this thing should have been down here for years."
Faksimile - Temple District:
Ulrich: The triangle turns in a flurry, before stopping on another seal. XVII. "Your faith in another drives you, be it from belief, a lesson learned, or from their leadership. Your Invoke the Star, and through another, your power grows. This may also mean that others find great leader of you, and you may work at your best in a team, whether you expect to or not.
"Lastly, comes the Revelation, the goal, the wish. What, of all things, do you desire as an outcome from your actions? What dou you hope your actions have an effect on in the moment, the next day, the next week, the next year, and for all time? Should you ever ascend that great tower of hope and despair that looms in every mind under the sun, what would be your wish? Speak truthfully, and that which you wish can come to you if you will it, speak falsely, and the wish of will be lost."
Dordis gives his explanation, the Caretaker raises her eyebrow. "Demons, hm, your saying this man was the cause of them? Well...there's not really any way to be sure, but, then again." She points to the bodies of the pair of dead ape demons, which haven't melted away completely. "That mess certainly does support your statement, but there's no proof he summoned them. However, I must say that any sort of mess cleaning you do should be left to us, this is to be treated as a crime scene. I am glad your focused on not getting your fingerprints on the evidence at least, but I will need to keep it for myself." She points to the dagger you ar putting away.
Azorha talks to the Caretaker. "Ah, yes, quite the shame, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll have the chance to get to know each other very well quite soon. "
Leshanna gives her explanation, the Caretaker says: "Well, that it certainly very...terse, but I'll take that statement as it is. Well, you do say that he summoned demons, but you attacked him while he was standing over a body...did you see him kill this person? You said you hear their scream, and then found them, I suppose in the moment that makes sense, but still that throws some reasonable doubt into things. You can keep the book, or submit it as evidence, but I technically can't take that from you right now. We'll have another check out the forest based on your report, then we might ask for it. It certainly seems to be hus doing..but we need to be quite thorough."
"You may look like him, and sound like him, but that doesn't mean anything to me. Did you take it, or did he give it to you?" The caretaker stands between Areyo and Zacharias, putting a finger on her axe and pushing it away "Enough violence, please, we have tournaments for a reason. " she says, then turns to Zacharias. "Greetings, aspect, I was hoping I could get your account. Although keep in mind that here, you are still acknowledge as a civillian despite your status, and are still under our jurisdiction. Sounds like you have quite a story...became one recently, it seems? Not for everyone, has it's perks, but it certainly seems to be causing issue in your social circle."
Dordis fingers through the book...seems to be just that, a cook book, with lots and lots of notes. Aparently used to belong to a resteraunt you've never heard of, based on a stamp on the back. Some of the notes don't make much sense though, like it's some kind of code, they seems to refer spices by number, that's usually something only highly, highly trained chefs do. Something else catches your eye...th ink on the edge of the page of the cookbook seems to form some kind of image, it's hard to spot, but you can see it when the pages are bent back slightly. Your not sure what it is, but it's design looks like a magical seal of some sort.
Chloro Hills:
Xamodas makes a wisdom saving throw, as Nae crackles with light and energy, her very gaze making you feel small. She raises her hands, and you notice your form begin to shift, your red scales turning pink, and your claws to hooves.
For a moment, Voldred felt curious about the mark and wanted to investigate, but that notion was quickly smothered - her fate is not his responsibility and not his concern, and he has problems of his own to deal with. Voldred looked in the direction she pointed, then back to her and stood up.
"Hmm...alright then. Stay safe, little one." Voldred said, and started heading in that direction, trying to see if any more people in this town carry that mark.
He quickly realized that's not going to work - it takes a lot of energy to study people's faces on the go, something Voldred didn't have much of after his journey, and they were starting to notice him staring, which drew unwanted attention. Voldred decided to abandon the search and just head to Rosebed, hopefully without further complications.
(Assuming DM either already rolled and failed the save for me, or that 18 isn't enough to beat Divine Nae's magic anyway.)
Panicking now, Xamodas barks at Noldeme in response, trying to ignore the corrupted Nae's thunderous presence.
"And your friend tried to kill me before I could even speak! What of those intentions?! These are desparate times and-oink- "
For the second time in recent memory, Xamodas loses agency, his body warping and morphing into something else. He feels his wings shrinking, his scales growing soft and fading from red to a fleshy pink, his snout and tail both shortening dramatically. I'm being polymorphed, he realizes. As he feels his body and mind start to slip into something mundane and base, he desperately tries to find something to cling onto to pull himself back. To retain some semblance of sapience.
He finds fury and rage, emotions relatively fresh and new to him, still sharp, and tries to focus on those as his words fail and his thoughts slow.
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Dordis seems to remark at the cookbook's arcane seal, mentally noting the other indications while placing the cloth-covered dagger blade-up into one of his pockets while his green eyes fix into the black-studded leather book, reading through to see if there are any seals he can find that match the one of the cookbook. He clutches the star on the pendant, noticing a small glow that seems to enlighten some guidance in his eyes to the correct pages to aid in searching.
Dordis shuts the black studded-leather book, and returns it in the corresponding pocket on the backpack. He turns to the caretaker, only realizing what she had said and replies, "It is by my will that I think I should have a say in providing some of my own knowledge to this 'crime' you have labeled. As you may not have noticed," Dordis pats a part of his noble green robes with a patch depicting a symbol of a Faksimilian engraved in linen weaving at his left shoulder blade, " I am from somewhere far from here, a place in where magic is an important study that I happen to be quite proficient in. Since this vagrant seemingly bears a presence of magical intertwined to their prowess, would it be hard to say I am possibly the best right now that is capable in discerning the knowledge necessary to be found?" Dordis seems to complete the sentences with a higher pitch of tone, trying to sound as persuasive as he can be to learn more himself. The pendant continues to glow and brings guidance, making it easier for him to find the right words to mix in.
Iam looks at his one remaining bond. "I can see the necessity of some kind of market system for the value of work exchange in a society with any amount of a large population, but I fail to see how this token is any more secure than a gold coin, unless it has an actual bond of some kind with the earner that changes with a willing exchange. If there is that much magical accounting attached though, it begs the question of why the actual token is even needed, yes? We could just use the accounting of time and rarity. Anyway, I am sure you did not intend a discourse on the merits of a monetary system. I iam not a pacifist. I do believe that it is every beings responsibility to try to come to peaceful coexistence, but with any creatures desires and wants will come into conflict with those of others. Some of those desires and wants are so ingrained and intermixed with the beings self identity, and as such they would rather perish than to give them up or make something else perish for them. Iam is no different."
Iam replies.
((I really hate on a phone when you have typed something long and you can't remove the bold.))
Chloro hills "I'm not a big fan of killing, you are just going to be a pig for awhile." Nae turns back to Noldeme, tears still streaking her face. "I heard her while I was down. I heard my mother. I think he has her, the fey. I have no choice than to do what im asked. If you’ve changed your mind on staying with me, I understand... because this scares me" Nae once again takes a moment to try to will her mom back into existence Nae then continues to walk back to the hole and will blast it with eldritch power trying to find what is needed
"Well, seems you have thi sunder control then." Leshanna says with a nod. She glances to the others and decides she has done enough here. Without any reason to stay around any longer, that she can see, she departs, looking for a tavern to get a room at.
Honour headed down the street, taking in the sights. The weather isn't the best today, but it has cleared up somewhat, so a few tourists who are willingly to brave the light rain are about. Luckily, this part of the port is a lot lower class, but the closer you get to the beach, the snobbier it becomes. Having walked about a couple blocks, looking for Mungam, along the way, encountering an elvish wizard with a blue robes and a large blue hat, he has some kind of magic disk above his head to block the rain, but the rim of his hat is still soaked and dripping water. He tries to get your attention. "Excuse me, do you know where the nearest spell shop is, or perchance, where someone may find some work around?"
She raised a brow and smiled at the wizardly looking man.. "That's the funny thing. I may not know the nearest spell store, but I am looking for work. Going to find a lead myself actually, how fortuitous it is to find another individual in need of such." She looked him up and down appraisingly.. "Are ya good at rigging? perhaps ya know yer way around a ship or three?" she gave a slight smirk, exposing a fang as she pushed back some lilac hair from her eyes. "From what I can see, I'm sure ye've gripped a ship's wheel and made her comply yeah?" winking playfully as she did so as she took a moment to lean on a nearby cart as she conversed with this one for a spell.
Realizing the orc isn't a fool, Liadon gives up the charade and goes straight into taking business. "Unfortunately, there won't be a wedding, since I'll be spending the dowry elsewhere. How much for a single set of blank identity papers?"
Though he's concentrating on the transaction, he periodically glances outside to make sure there are no guards "milling about" or customers coming toward the shop. Now that he's exposed, he'd prefer to finish the transaction as quickly and calmly as possible.
Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion of the Light)
Jogs snorts a laugh at Hainsley hanging off her back with his feet and wonders aloud, "I could swing a hammer before I had a purpose... so I don't think it helps me there. I think it helps my heart." She grabs Hainsley by the ankles, swings him up in the air so he can somersault before coming back down into her arms. She plops him back on her shoulders. "Sometimes my heart feels... empty. That's why I protect things; at least I can hope I'm doing some good in the world. It fills my heart. Maybe the Light will fill my heart now too. But then again, I'm not that bright."
She turns to Grr as they walk. "I don't feel totally right parting ways, Grr. You helped us; can we help you? You never told us... actually we don't know anything about you. What's your story?"
Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion of the Light)
Orina beams at Hainsley's assessment of the Light. "The purpose The Light gave me was to help people. Well... help people get better, or just be better. I'm pretty sure that's not what brings out everyone's Light, though, since everyone's different inside. Maybe their Light gives them a different purpose, like... how Jogs protects people. And you wanted to protect the Warren too, right? So maybe you're like her... you find your purpose when you're protecting others from harm."
When Jogs swings Hainsley around, she bursts into giggles. "I don't think you need to be smart to be good. I mean Finn was smart enough to study magic, but he still tried to beat us up in the middle of the forest because he was greedy. Or maybe even that Dr. Winters guy... I bet he was a lot smarter than Finn, even, but the way he approached us still made me feel like he was doing something wrong with all that power he must have had. Sometimes overthinking thinks clouds your vision. And sometimes, listening to what your heart tells you instead of your head is the smartest thing you can do."
Orina nods in agreement with Jogs when she questions Grr Grr Frr. "You've done so much for us - we're a team now! We'd back you up for any challenge you needed to face, you know? Can you at least tell us what your task is?"
Dordis compares his notes, looking at some comparisons to pin down the purpose of the seal. It is certainly advanced and well made, far cry in design from the other scrawlings in the cookbook. You look at your notes, then back at the seal. You recognize...perhaps it is just a hunch but...this looks like a seal the Soltris would have made, or at least someone of his caliber...no it has to be him, the shorthand and style is much too simalir. You dig through your notes, this is a powerful seal, a triplicate, a combination of seals for multiplicative power and a diverse outcome. You break it down into three. A Temperance seal, A Moon seal, A Sun Seal, in the triplicate, the seal of motions MMMMDXXII. Very, very complex indeed, you can't discern it's purpose, but you know the combination is very powerful, and will require additional research. "There is a library, although it is mostly privatized, but a scholar such as yourself should have no issue finding your way in. You are free to do research as you please, but do not leave the jurisdiction, we need to find you if the need arises."
"Same goes to you!" the Caretaker shouts to Leshanna as she walks away. "If what you say is true, we have quite a set of problems on our hands. If this is a warlock, there is an entity behind him. Not to mention, if you have indeed done us a service by taking out this foe, the state is willing to compensate and reward you."
Chloro Hills:
((Ah, a bit confusing, also I should have set the DC last post, I'll just roll with it.))
Xamodas feels a surge of anger. Not this far, not now. That demeaning look has been felt just a one bit too many times, you've felt it's bite one too many times, and you think, it's just about time you bite back. You've been turned into a pancake, a ghost, a dragon, and now a pig in the span of a day, and frankly, your getting quite sick of it. You will as hard as you can, and your form begins to shift back, however it may already be too late.
Nae seems distracted, and Noldeme is the only one who notices the spell quickly fading from the draconic assailent. Noldeme, the only one who can act, and is suddenly struck with a surging vision. You are looking in the distance, it seems to be dawn, and you see a figure in the distance, running away. "Why did you hesitate, Helm? You let that thing escape, it would not show us the same mercy." Someone says. You say, in a voice that is not your own, but your patron. "It spoke, it's actions were not entirely its own, it was afraid. It could reason and feel just like anyone." the other says. "Helm, you are our protector, not theirs. You should follow our desires, not there's, not even if it aligns with your decisions. If you follow any other path now, you will forever play second fiddle to the whims of another for the sake of your own being. You are doing something greater than yourself, remember that; gods do not hesitate." Your patron is silent then, and says nothing. You can feel the strange feeling of sadness, anger, and hopelessness as she raises her hand, and the light of the dawn forms into a great bolt from the sky, striking the fleeing creature. The vision fades, it must have only been in an instant, and the scene returns as it was.
Nae with that surge of power, Nae feels quite exhausted, like taking the recoil from a cannon. The power is still there, but your not really sure if you can handle using it again or even if you have a choice in that matter. You blast away the dirt, and at the bottom of the crater, you see a small, ornate wooden box. Vines grow around it and lift it into your hands. 'Chloro' it says on an ornate metal label. A black feather, the mark of Corvidae, is carved into it's lid. "Open it. I want to see the face of my daughter." says your patron. You can feel the strangest, unearthly power from the box. Like whatever is inside will change everything.
Orina & Jogs (Bunny Battalion): Hainsley does a few spins in the air, before landing back on your shoulders, playing along. Gravity is just a bit of a suggestion for him, after all. "Ha, that helps, I think if I really get my head spinning the other way, It'll clear things up. I wonder, I've dealt with lots of people encountering our warren, I always thought they were real dumb, that's why they were so mean, but to think, that smart people can be mean too. Do their wants obscure their thoughts greatly, do they think it is a part of their purpose, or do they just think themselves so smart that it doesn't matter? I always thought wolves and foxes were pretty scary, but now that I turn it over, they're just dumb and hungry, but to think, that someone smart would be...greedy, whatever that means and not good,...the opposite of good, I'm afraid of whatever that would be."
Grr, at your probing, seems to hesitate slightly in the answering of your questions. He seems to open his mouth, ready to say something, but looks aside for a better answer, clickinghis necklace. It seems like he won't say anything, but then, he huffs a sigh, and says one word. "Revenge"
Resolve:
You only manage to get a look at a few faces, none beat any marks, although, some people do have their faces partially covered by bandages, hoods, veils and such. Perhaps they may just indeed be following some tradition, or be injured...maybe they are hiding something; no way to know for sure without causing a scene. However, regarding hooded figures, one suddenly walks from a path, and begins walking beside you in the same direction. He wears a white mask with a single, thick hoizontal line across it, and a black cloak the completely obscures the rest of him. However...you can't help but notice the only thing you can, his shoes...they are white, with a red mark on the top, and red bottoms, not in a style that you've seen. Perhaps it is a noble hiding in plain sight...maybe he is like you? He just stick by your side, and remains eerily quiet as you walk.
Corvidae - Market District:
Iam: "Listen, I am not here to debate the usage of my wares, or the deep intricacies of the neccesities of economic systems, I just sell them and make a living, if someone wants to start trouble, the Caretakers, will, well, take care of that. Their decisions are the law, they say I can sell stuff, make money from it, and spend it, so that's what I do. However, as far as I know, beyond security, it heps the economy since it is worth less if you don't spend it, well, at least less for you, but as for security, yeah they say it is more secure against counterfits, but I don't doubt someone somewhere is going to try."
Greenport:
Honour: "Work? Well, I suppose I don't have much of a choice. Well, I do live in blueport, but boats aren't exactly-" he notices the wink- "Oh...I see, er...this work doesn't involve, how do I put this...if it's about you know, ferrying your passengers, a cruise for two, giving canoe rides? I'm not that kind of wizard, and I certainly am not intrested in any seafaring with you, if that's what you are getting at." You overjudge the lean on the cart a little, but manage to maintain your posture. Luckily whatever you drank made you pretty dizzy in the head, but not that sick, unless you just want to hurl in the back of this cart for the heck of it...it does sound pretty funny at the moment but then again, so does everything else.
Corvidae - Print Shop:
Liadon: The stops writing, and turns to look at you...she raises an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're up to...but damn, whatever it is, you sure have guts." she flips a couple tabs on the stores register, and when the drawer pops open, it is full of papers instead of money. She rifles through, the drawer seems deeper than it appears. "Most people make identities to get out, but I would know if that's what you were up to. Whatever it is your up to good luck, the Caretakers won't be the only ones watching you; you're not the only one up to no good in this city." She pulls one out. "Blank, way cheaper than some of these other pre-mades, whatever new life you can think of. For you, 3 gold, if I thought you really needed it, it would have been free."
Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion)
"I agree," Orina replies to Jogs. "We need to return to Cordivae anyway. It would be wrong to not let the Rosebush Guild know that we completed this quest for them. I'd hate to make them wait for us indefinitely. Besides, maybe they know someone in the Garden district that we could meet up with. And... well, we need to go shopping, too, if we're going on a big and dangerous quest. I don't want my magic to fall short of protecting you!"
"Thank you, Beau, for sharing your story with us. I promise, we'll do our best to find The Continental and protect the Wildpact!" She stands up, then copies Jogs and kneels as well, bowing deeply. "Take care of yourselves!"
As the group (including Grr Grr Frr and/or Hainsley?) makes their way out of the warren, Orina stops everyone and looks at Grr Grr Frr. "Umm... I think it's safe to drop your spell now. This forest, well... it looks really huge from this perspective," she says, gaping at the trees overhead. Once they've all been returned to a proper size and are underway, Orina smiles at Jog's questioning.
"The Light, huh? Well, I'm not an expert on it... I wasn't raised in the city, and I didn't attend classes at a Church," she admits sheepishly. "The hermit I stumbled over while I was living in the forest just kind of quietly... did his thing, and it caught my eye. The way he lived, the way he acted... it was so peaceful. He was always trying to help me, and anybody else who would stop by. His name was Peterson... Father Peterson, he called himself. I asked him why he went out of his way to help total strangers, even the ones who might have meant him harm. I mean... the other firbolgs in my conclave might have asked him to leave, if they'd known he was there. And if he refused, they might have forced him to leave. But that never bothered him at all. He'd say, "I live with my heart open, so I can wish others well on their journey through this life. That way they might be able to see the goodness in themselves through my own actions. If the whole world learned to be kind, then suffering would have to come to an end. And who wouldn't want that?"
I thought about it a lot. My conclave was really strict, see? They were always like..." Orina lowers her voice her, obviously imitating someone else. "Do better, Orina. Practice more, Orina. You have to drive the evil of the settled people out of the forest, Orina. How are you going to do that if you aren't strong enough? Get stronger, Orina!"
She sighs. "Father Peterson was never like that at all. He never asked me for anything. He just gave and gave. And every time I asked him why, he said, it's what he thought the Light wanted. I never got it... so one day, I confronted him about this "Light." Who was it? What did it want? Was it telling him to act that way to achieve some kind of goal? He laughed at me for that, and then he explained that "The Light" was what mankind called the goodness in all of us. Humans gave it a name and and a face and called it a God, but the Light's real power came from the spark in all of us that needed to be nurtured. The Light's sole purpose is to shine, so if you chose to worship it you had to decide how to best bring your Light out to the rest of the world. Father Peterson thought the best way for him was by living in the forest, and helping lost and weary travelers who passed by find their way back out. And... I guess I was kind of lost myself, because I wasn't doing too well with my druidic nature lessons."
Orina smiles. "I started praying to The Light to show me what to do. The Conclave always told me that Gods didn't exist, but I saw it with my own eyes. Father Peterson could do things the druids couldn't. It was like magic, but it wasn't! He nurtured his spark with kindness, and the Light answered him with real powers." She smiles. "So I tried it. I tried being nicer, and I stopped trying to learn how to hurt the people who would invade our forests. And I felt it, too... all that power I could never master as a druid -- it was so easy to harness, as soon as I thought I'd be helping other people if I used it. And well... I guess, you could say that's what drove me out of the forest and into Cordivae. That, and the angry firbolgs in my Conclave once they figured out what I'd done."
She smiles and rubs the back of her head, nervous from having talked so much. "I wasn't sure if I made the right decision when I came to Cordivae... but I feel better about it now. Like I have a purpose, you know?"
(OOC update: Sorry, been sick lately ;/ I managed to convert to a DnD Beyond sheet for the character link, just as a technical update. I also managed to change Orina's background to one more suiting to her actual roleplayed background, which wasn't technically possible on the old sheet. This doesn't change her skills or abilities in the slightest, they're exactly the same as before.)
Wagon Park...
Leshanna glances as someone yells from a distance. She takes in Azorah briefly, giving her a nod, then turns back to the woman in official clothes. "Is there anything else you would like to ask me?"
No post today, didn't get much sleep last night, and I still have something to get out of the way. Luckily, I'll have quite a bit of free time this week, so I'll be able to get more posts done. However, in compensation, have another one of these:
I - The Magician:
The the first MAGI Tim Shadax was undoubtedly the pioneer of learned on Corvidae/Lepollad. Learning magic through study was much an unknown concept, although, it was unknown in such the same sense a hatched duckling does not know water, but was built to swim. Everyone knew that waving about a hand one way, and spinning your tounge another could create sparks and things, but nobody understood why, it was merely a practice. However, Tim was careful to collect many collected knowledge, and put the pieces together to understand how and why Verbal, Somantic, and Material components worked the way they did, endlessly practicing the motions. So knowledgeable, A story goes he practiced so frequently, he had given himself crippling arthritis in his hands, slowly making it impossible to cast, but one day without thinking he used a spell to heal them,and accidently extended his lifespan far beyond the normal length by making himself younger. That is just a tall tale, but he did always tend to use what knowledge he knew to cast spells that would solve problems, just not in the way he expected. However, after the Desperation, he decided to keep most of his dangerous secrets to himself so no powerful magic could fall into the wrong hands, or worse, thinking that he was the one person who might abuse them. He spent his fortune opening Glanyrafon, a magic school outside of the north where everyone could practice wizardry, although it has since fallen under new management, as Tim has become a recluse, in a hidden castle of his own creation that nobody has yet found.
The second MAGI was William the Blue, who had a prosperous reign, shaping the magic district as it is today, invigorating new life into lessons from Tims' work, creating the Bluehat Academy there. He had many many plans, however, in a tragic accident his life was court short, however, the details of the accident remain classified, leading many to speculate. However, he was one who liked to practice dangerous experiments, although by all accounts his students swore it was merely an act of danger, and that he was always throughly prepared for any scenario. Whatever the case, the circle was suddenly devoid of a ruling member, and a school was missing it's best professor and headmaster, and in that event, his apprentice was to take his place,
William went out for a long expedition, and on his return,there it was, and he was welcoming it as the newest student; a hulking beast with dark fur, wicked claws, a skull for a face with curling horns, and a ribcage that grew out from it''s chest. However, it sat, listened intently, and took careful notes. Now, most would think there professor had just gone completely bonkers, but, William had a reputation for having a few screws loose, and his students always held a glowing appreciation for him, so this new student, though slow and hard, was accepted among it's peers. However She always studied very closely with Will, with him at almost all times, in fact. She almost never left the magic district, let alone the Campus, at least, nobody thought she did-more than a few people had reported spotting a beast in the night stalking the streets and rooftops, and outskirts of the city. As it turns out, she had made quiet the reputation as a silent protector of the city. Few knew, but eventually, they caught on, and Will had to go through hell and high water to defend her actions, however, the people she saved spoke even louder. Although much resentment over her form was still had, William was trusted by his explanation: that she was a human who had been cursed long ago.
When Will passed, she was recognized as being his apprentice, and next in line for his position his word, along with the reputation she had built for herself, as well as her much tamer form she now took in public that resembled a hooded figure with a pale mask and horns, the position was granted, and Grenvalda Dewheart was named MAGI. In her time, she has already brought a greater understanding to magic, she worked closely with the paladins, the protectors of the city, and formed a new oath, that of the WITCH-ANGEL, combining the martial ablities with the vast selection of learned spells available with training.
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Faksimile - Temple District
"My problems that I face is being little concerned with my peers' opinion and being too concerned with those in my charge. I deal with my hubris at times, but that is getting better. I try to face situations dispassionately, to better see what solutions there may be.
"I would like to say I would be most powerless without my mind. But I believe it to be my faith. To do something well would mean less if She was not the reason for it. Another thing I watch in myself, not to lean too much on Her. To represent Her by being a whole being, of thought and action. It's origin...I just accept and do not question."
Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion of the Light)
Jogs looks her friend in the eye in her silly, unblinking, tilted way, claps a bronze, clawed hand on Orina's arm:
"Everything I've seen you do is perfect. I'm not that bright, but I don't think you need to do any better." She turns her face to the sunlight, glorying in the warm heat of its touch after the damp warren and dark dungeon. "I think I like this Light too."
Resolve:
The girl, seeing your coin, looks up and answers your question, pointing to the tower. "There's a building over there called the Rosebed, that's where most head to get get work." she wraps her hands around the coin, trying making sure you can't pull it away. You notice on her forehead just by her hairline, she has some sort of mark on her head, by her hairline, that remembles a black feather. Her fingers have red marks and bruises on them.
Greenport:
Honour: You head down the street, taking in the sights. The weather isn't the best today, but it has cleared up somewhat, so a few tourists who are willingly to brave the light rain are about. Luckily, this part of the port is a lot lower class, but the closer you get to the beach, the snobbier it becomes. We walk around a couple blocks, looking for Mungam, along the way, you encounter an elvish wizard with a blue robes and a large blue hat, he has some kind of magic disk above his head to block the rain, but the rim of his hat is still soaked and dripping water. He tries to get your attention. "Excuse me, do you know where the nearest spell shop is, or perchance, where someone may find some work around?"
Corvidae - Market:
Iam: "Yes, those are bonds, more secure than gold around here. You may not use it, but carrying it around is a good deterrent, no?" he takes items and sets them down, taking the bonds. "Not every place is a secure as here, what with the Caretakers, I imagine they will be a deterrent enough while in the city, but better safe than sorry. If you are a pacifist, I suggest going to the temple district, I hear there are clerics and monks there that teach lessons to help resolve conflicts nonviolently. Personally, I don't reccomend it, not because it would put me out of buisness, but because to be honest, some people just can't be reasoned with, you know?"
Corvidae - Print Shop:
Liadon: "I hope your coinpurse is more impressive than your flattery, and your excuses. I hope your ready to cover every single base, cause sooner or later, a caretaker is going to catch on, and I assure you they are much, much discerning then I am. I have what you need, of course it won't come cheap. However, if you, perhaps invite me to your "wedding", I might be willing to be a bit flexible."
Rabbit Warren -> Corvidae:
Orina & Jogs (bunny battalion): Hainsley asks Beau "I do wish to travel with these two just a bit longer, if that's alright. The warren is much safer now, because of them, and there are secrets about myself I wish to discover. I will return to protect the Warren as soon as possible, I promise, I won't leave it undefended." Beau nods, saying. "Oh there is no need to worry, I still have plenty of years left. Just...do be careful out there, the world can be a dangerous place." Hainsley smiles, and says. "I can't thank you enough, and regardless, I still promise to return."
Beau turns to Orina, and finishes knighting her, she turns to Grr, who puts his hand up and refuses. "Cannot. another task. sorry." Beau frowns, but see's something in his eyes that speks more than his words. "I understand." she says, before her form puffs and dissapates back into a rabbit. "Good luck to you all, victory through unity."
Grr ends the spell and says. "Will return with you. Can't stay. Important task. Stronger now, must face."
Hainsley says, after Orina finishes her story. "This light sounds quite nice, although, maybe it's just becuase when I think about it, I think of all the nice people I've met. I remember, when I was hurt in the dungeon, seeing a light and hearing your voice, that explains it. I wonder, though, if you get your magic from the light, where does mine come from, if I've never heard of it? Do you use the light too, Grr? "
Grr shakes his head and points to his temple. "knowledge."
Hainsley furrows his brow. "Hmmm. Orina, what was this purpose you spoke of, you said you had found it when you started to follow the light. It sounds like something that helps you not get lost, like the sun or The Tower, but also, some kind of desire. I think I might feel it whenever I do magic without thinking, so maybe that is where it comes from but" he flies over to Jogs, and sits on her shoulders"...in that case, Jogs, you have a purpose, right, but I've never seen you do any magic. Does your purpose help you swing a hammer around?" He slumps backwards, hanging headfirst off Jogs' back with his feet" I guess that's why I can't do much, I only wanted to protect the burrow before, I thought that was my purpose, but now, with all these strange happenings, I don't know what to think."
The Vilemind:
Yaw: "Liquid Prismaticite...maybe even a gaseous form...I don't know what the possiblities of that would be, I was never the smartest" The bone as you pick it up, is actually quite heavy, yet when you put it in the water it seems to float, not just that, it seems to float perfectly, no matter where you place it. "I don't think this place would be fuel and have people down here, as well as that giant thing, I think it might have gotten flooded at some point, like this pillar had fuel in it and got damaged." He looks over the pillar. "Another world...maybe, but why do I have a key, why can I read the writing, am I from another world? My memories are pretty clear, I don't even think I've dreamed of another world- Hey, another marking, this one is engraved." He kneels down, looking over the engraving. "Looks like, initials, maybe, and some kind of job, and there is a date, down to the half-day and time...that's strange why is it labled with the next year's on it? Some kind of typo, I this thing should have been down here for years."
Faksimile - Temple District:
Ulrich: The triangle turns in a flurry, before stopping on another seal. XVII. "Your faith in another drives you, be it from belief, a lesson learned, or from their leadership. Your Invoke the Star, and through another, your power grows. This may also mean that others find great leader of you, and you may work at your best in a team, whether you expect to or not.
"Lastly, comes the Revelation, the goal, the wish. What, of all things, do you desire as an outcome from your actions? What dou you hope your actions have an effect on in the moment, the next day, the next week, the next year, and for all time? Should you ever ascend that great tower of hope and despair that looms in every mind under the sun, what would be your wish? Speak truthfully, and that which you wish can come to you if you will it, speak falsely, and the wish of will be lost."
More in next post.
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Wagon Park:
Dordis gives his explanation, the Caretaker raises her eyebrow. "Demons, hm, your saying this man was the cause of them? Well...there's not really any way to be sure, but, then again." She points to the bodies of the pair of dead ape demons, which haven't melted away completely. "That mess certainly does support your statement, but there's no proof he summoned them. However, I must say that any sort of mess cleaning you do should be left to us, this is to be treated as a crime scene. I am glad your focused on not getting your fingerprints on the evidence at least, but I will need to keep it for myself." She points to the dagger you ar putting away.
Azorha talks to the Caretaker. "Ah, yes, quite the shame, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll have the chance to get to know each other very well quite soon. "
Leshanna gives her explanation, the Caretaker says: "Well, that it certainly very...terse, but I'll take that statement as it is. Well, you do say that he summoned demons, but you attacked him while he was standing over a body...did you see him kill this person? You said you hear their scream, and then found them, I suppose in the moment that makes sense, but still that throws some reasonable doubt into things. You can keep the book, or submit it as evidence, but I technically can't take that from you right now. We'll have another check out the forest based on your report, then we might ask for it. It certainly seems to be hus doing..but we need to be quite thorough."
"You may look like him, and sound like him, but that doesn't mean anything to me. Did you take it, or did he give it to you?" The caretaker stands between Areyo and Zacharias, putting a finger on her axe and pushing it away "Enough violence, please, we have tournaments for a reason. " she says, then turns to Zacharias. "Greetings, aspect, I was hoping I could get your account. Although keep in mind that here, you are still acknowledge as a civillian despite your status, and are still under our jurisdiction. Sounds like you have quite a story...became one recently, it seems? Not for everyone, has it's perks, but it certainly seems to be causing issue in your social circle."
Dordis fingers through the book...seems to be just that, a cook book, with lots and lots of notes. Aparently used to belong to a resteraunt you've never heard of, based on a stamp on the back. Some of the notes don't make much sense though, like it's some kind of code, they seems to refer spices by number, that's usually something only highly, highly trained chefs do. Something else catches your eye...th ink on the edge of the page of the cookbook seems to form some kind of image, it's hard to spot, but you can see it when the pages are bent back slightly. Your not sure what it is, but it's design looks like a magical seal of some sort.
Chloro Hills:
Xamodas makes a wisdom saving throw, as Nae crackles with light and energy, her very gaze making you feel small. She raises her hands, and you notice your form begin to shift, your red scales turning pink, and your claws to hooves.
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I'm assuming you rolled the save for me?
Rereading it, I think I'm supposed roll. Not likely to pass anyway. Calvinball territory now: 18
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Resolve:
For a moment, Voldred felt curious about the mark and wanted to investigate, but that notion was quickly smothered - her fate is not his responsibility and not his concern, and he has problems of his own to deal with. Voldred looked in the direction she pointed, then back to her and stood up.
"Hmm...alright then. Stay safe, little one." Voldred said, and started heading in that direction, trying to see if any more people in this town carry that mark.
He quickly realized that's not going to work - it takes a lot of energy to study people's faces on the go, something Voldred didn't have much of after his journey, and they were starting to notice him staring, which drew unwanted attention. Voldred decided to abandon the search and just head to Rosebed, hopefully without further complications.
Chloro Hill
(Assuming DM either already rolled and failed the save for me, or that 18 isn't enough to beat Divine Nae's magic anyway.)
Panicking now, Xamodas barks at Noldeme in response, trying to ignore the corrupted Nae's thunderous presence.
"And your friend tried to kill me before I could even speak! What of those intentions?! These are desparate times and -oink- "
For the second time in recent memory, Xamodas loses agency, his body warping and morphing into something else. He feels his wings shrinking, his scales growing soft and fading from red to a fleshy pink, his snout and tail both shortening dramatically. I'm being polymorphed, he realizes. As he feels his body and mind start to slip into something mundane and base, he desperately tries to find something to cling onto to pull himself back. To retain some semblance of sapience.
He finds fury and rage, emotions relatively fresh and new to him, still sharp, and tries to focus on those as his words fail and his thoughts slow.
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Wagon park — Azorha, Dordis, Leshanna & Zacharias
Dordis Falthenfyern
Dordis seems to remark at the cookbook's arcane seal, mentally noting the other indications while placing the cloth-covered dagger blade-up into one of his pockets while his green eyes fix into the black-studded leather book, reading through to see if there are any seals he can find that match the one of the cookbook. He clutches the star on the pendant, noticing a small glow that seems to enlighten some guidance in his eyes to the correct pages to aid in searching.
Arcana: roll value— 6 + guidance roll- 2
Dordis shuts the black studded-leather book, and returns it in the corresponding pocket on the backpack. He turns to the caretaker, only realizing what she had said and replies, "It is by my will that I think I should have a say in providing some of my own knowledge to this 'crime' you have labeled. As you may not have noticed," Dordis pats a part of his noble green robes with a patch depicting a symbol of a Faksimilian engraved in linen weaving at his left shoulder blade, " I am from somewhere far from here, a place in where magic is an important study that I happen to be quite proficient in. Since this vagrant seemingly bears a presence of magical intertwined to their prowess, would it be hard to say I am possibly the best right now that is capable in discerning the knowledge necessary to be found?" Dordis seems to complete the sentences with a higher pitch of tone, trying to sound as persuasive as he can be to learn more himself. The pendant continues to glow and brings guidance, making it easier for him to find the right words to mix in.
persuasion: roll value— 23 + guidance roll- 4
Corvidae- Iam
Iam looks at his one remaining bond. "I can see the necessity of some kind of market system for the value of work exchange in a society with any amount of a large population, but I fail to see how this token is any more secure than a gold coin, unless it has an actual bond of some kind with the earner that changes with a willing exchange. If there is that much magical accounting attached though, it begs the question of why the actual token is even needed, yes? We could just use the accounting of time and rarity. Anyway, I am sure you did not intend a discourse on the merits of a monetary system. I iam not a pacifist. I do believe that it is every beings responsibility to try to come to peaceful coexistence, but with any creatures desires and wants will come into conflict with those of others. Some of those desires and wants are so ingrained and intermixed with the beings self identity, and as such they would rather perish than to give them up or make something else perish for them. Iam is no different."
Iam replies.
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Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Chloro hills
"I'm not a big fan of killing, you are just going to be a pig for awhile." Nae turns back to Noldeme, tears still streaking her face.
"I heard her while I was down. I heard my mother. I think he has her, the fey. I have no choice than to do what im asked. If you’ve changed your mind on staying with me, I understand... because this scares me"
Nae once again takes a moment to try to will her mom back into existence
Nae then continues to walk back to the hole and will blast it with eldritch power trying to find what is needed
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Wagon Park...
"Well, seems you have thi sunder control then." Leshanna says with a nod. She glances to the others and decides she has done enough here. Without any reason to stay around any longer, that she can see, she departs, looking for a tavern to get a room at.
Greenport: Streets by the Docks
Honour headed down the street, taking in the sights. The weather isn't the best today, but it has cleared up somewhat, so a few tourists who are willingly to brave the light rain are about. Luckily, this part of the port is a lot lower class, but the closer you get to the beach, the snobbier it becomes. Having walked about a couple blocks, looking for Mungam, along the way, encountering an elvish wizard with a blue robes and a large blue hat, he has some kind of magic disk above his head to block the rain, but the rim of his hat is still soaked and dripping water. He tries to get your attention. "Excuse me, do you know where the nearest spell shop is, or perchance, where someone may find some work around?"
She raised a brow and smiled at the wizardly looking man.. "That's the funny thing. I may not know the nearest spell store, but I am looking for work. Going to find a lead myself actually, how fortuitous it is to find another individual in need of such." She looked him up and down appraisingly.. "Are ya good at rigging? perhaps ya know yer way around a ship or three?" she gave a slight smirk, exposing a fang as she pushed back some lilac hair from her eyes. "From what I can see, I'm sure ye've gripped a ship's wheel and made her comply yeah?" winking playfully as she did so as she took a moment to lean on a nearby cart as she conversed with this one for a spell.
Corvidae - Printer's Shop
Realizing the orc isn't a fool, Liadon gives up the charade and goes straight into taking business. "Unfortunately, there won't be a wedding, since I'll be spending the dowry elsewhere. How much for a single set of blank identity papers?"
Though he's concentrating on the transaction, he periodically glances outside to make sure there are no guards "milling about" or customers coming toward the shop. Now that he's exposed, he'd prefer to finish the transaction as quickly and calmly as possible.
Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion of the Light)
Jogs snorts a laugh at Hainsley hanging off her back with his feet and wonders aloud, "I could swing a hammer before I had a purpose... so I don't think it helps me there. I think it helps my heart." She grabs Hainsley by the ankles, swings him up in the air so he can somersault before coming back down into her arms. She plops him back on her shoulders. "Sometimes my heart feels... empty. That's why I protect things; at least I can hope I'm doing some good in the world. It fills my heart. Maybe the Light will fill my heart now too. But then again, I'm not that bright."
She turns to Grr as they walk. "I don't feel totally right parting ways, Grr. You helped us; can we help you? You never told us... actually we don't know anything about you. What's your story?"
Orina and Knight Jogs of the Bunnies (Bunny Batallion of the Light)
Orina beams at Hainsley's assessment of the Light. "The purpose The Light gave me was to help people. Well... help people get better, or just be better. I'm pretty sure that's not what brings out everyone's Light, though, since everyone's different inside. Maybe their Light gives them a different purpose, like... how Jogs protects people. And you wanted to protect the Warren too, right? So maybe you're like her... you find your purpose when you're protecting others from harm."
Orina nods in agreement with Jogs when she questions Grr Grr Frr. "You've done so much for us - we're a team now! We'd back you up for any challenge you needed to face, you know? Can you at least tell us what your task is?"
Wagon Park:
Dordis compares his notes, looking at some comparisons to pin down the purpose of the seal. It is certainly advanced and well made, far cry in design from the other scrawlings in the cookbook. You look at your notes, then back at the seal. You recognize...perhaps it is just a hunch but...this looks like a seal the Soltris would have made, or at least someone of his caliber...no it has to be him, the shorthand and style is much too simalir. You dig through your notes, this is a powerful seal, a triplicate, a combination of seals for multiplicative power and a diverse outcome. You break it down into three. A Temperance seal, A Moon seal, A Sun Seal, in the triplicate, the seal of motions MMMMDXXII. Very, very complex indeed, you can't discern it's purpose, but you know the combination is very powerful, and will require additional research. "There is a library, although it is mostly privatized, but a scholar such as yourself should have no issue finding your way in. You are free to do research as you please, but do not leave the jurisdiction, we need to find you if the need arises."
"Same goes to you!" the Caretaker shouts to Leshanna as she walks away. "If what you say is true, we have quite a set of problems on our hands. If this is a warlock, there is an entity behind him. Not to mention, if you have indeed done us a service by taking out this foe, the state is willing to compensate and reward you."
Chloro Hills:
((Ah, a bit confusing, also I should have set the DC last post, I'll just roll with it.))
Xamodas feels a surge of anger. Not this far, not now. That demeaning look has been felt just a one bit too many times, you've felt it's bite one too many times, and you think, it's just about time you bite back. You've been turned into a pancake, a ghost, a dragon, and now a pig in the span of a day, and frankly, your getting quite sick of it. You will as hard as you can, and your form begins to shift back, however it may already be too late.
Nae seems distracted, and Noldeme is the only one who notices the spell quickly fading from the draconic assailent. Noldeme, the only one who can act, and is suddenly struck with a surging vision. You are looking in the distance, it seems to be dawn, and you see a figure in the distance, running away. "Why did you hesitate, Helm? You let that thing escape, it would not show us the same mercy." Someone says. You say, in a voice that is not your own, but your patron. "It spoke, it's actions were not entirely its own, it was afraid. It could reason and feel just like anyone." the other says. "Helm, you are our protector, not theirs. You should follow our desires, not there's, not even if it aligns with your decisions. If you follow any other path now, you will forever play second fiddle to the whims of another for the sake of your own being. You are doing something greater than yourself, remember that; gods do not hesitate." Your patron is silent then, and says nothing. You can feel the strange feeling of sadness, anger, and hopelessness as she raises her hand, and the light of the dawn forms into a great bolt from the sky, striking the fleeing creature. The vision fades, it must have only been in an instant, and the scene returns as it was.
Nae with that surge of power, Nae feels quite exhausted, like taking the recoil from a cannon. The power is still there, but your not really sure if you can handle using it again or even if you have a choice in that matter. You blast away the dirt, and at the bottom of the crater, you see a small, ornate wooden box. Vines grow around it and lift it into your hands. 'Chloro' it says on an ornate metal label. A black feather, the mark of Corvidae, is carved into it's lid. "Open it. I want to see the face of my daughter." says your patron. You can feel the strangest, unearthly power from the box. Like whatever is inside will change everything.
Everyone else in another post.
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Rabbit Warren -> Corvidae:
Orina & Jogs (Bunny Battalion): Hainsley does a few spins in the air, before landing back on your shoulders, playing along. Gravity is just a bit of a suggestion for him, after all. "Ha, that helps, I think if I really get my head spinning the other way, It'll clear things up. I wonder, I've dealt with lots of people encountering our warren, I always thought they were real dumb, that's why they were so mean, but to think, that smart people can be mean too. Do their wants obscure their thoughts greatly, do they think it is a part of their purpose, or do they just think themselves so smart that it doesn't matter? I always thought wolves and foxes were pretty scary, but now that I turn it over, they're just dumb and hungry, but to think, that someone smart would be...greedy, whatever that means and not good,...the opposite of good, I'm afraid of whatever that would be."
Grr, at your probing, seems to hesitate slightly in the answering of your questions. He seems to open his mouth, ready to say something, but looks aside for a better answer, clickinghis necklace. It seems like he won't say anything, but then, he huffs a sigh, and says one word. "Revenge"
Resolve:
You only manage to get a look at a few faces, none beat any marks, although, some people do have their faces partially covered by bandages, hoods, veils and such. Perhaps they may just indeed be following some tradition, or be injured...maybe they are hiding something; no way to know for sure without causing a scene. However, regarding hooded figures, one suddenly walks from a path, and begins walking beside you in the same direction. He wears a white mask with a single, thick hoizontal line across it, and a black cloak the completely obscures the rest of him. However...you can't help but notice the only thing you can, his shoes...they are white, with a red mark on the top, and red bottoms, not in a style that you've seen. Perhaps it is a noble hiding in plain sight...maybe he is like you? He just stick by your side, and remains eerily quiet as you walk.
Corvidae - Market District:
Iam: "Listen, I am not here to debate the usage of my wares, or the deep intricacies of the neccesities of economic systems, I just sell them and make a living, if someone wants to start trouble, the Caretakers, will, well, take care of that. Their decisions are the law, they say I can sell stuff, make money from it, and spend it, so that's what I do. However, as far as I know, beyond security, it heps the economy since it is worth less if you don't spend it, well, at least less for you, but as for security, yeah they say it is more secure against counterfits, but I don't doubt someone somewhere is going to try."
Greenport:
Honour: "Work? Well, I suppose I don't have much of a choice. Well, I do live in blueport, but boats aren't exactly-" he notices the wink- "Oh...I see, er...this work doesn't involve, how do I put this...if it's about you know, ferrying your passengers, a cruise for two, giving canoe rides? I'm not that kind of wizard, and I certainly am not intrested in any seafaring with you, if that's what you are getting at." You overjudge the lean on the cart a little, but manage to maintain your posture. Luckily whatever you drank made you pretty dizzy in the head, but not that sick, unless you just want to hurl in the back of this cart for the heck of it...it does sound pretty funny at the moment but then again, so does everything else.
Corvidae - Print Shop:
Liadon: The stops writing, and turns to look at you...she raises an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're up to...but damn, whatever it is, you sure have guts." she flips a couple tabs on the stores register, and when the drawer pops open, it is full of papers instead of money. She rifles through, the drawer seems deeper than it appears. "Most people make identities to get out, but I would know if that's what you were up to. Whatever it is your up to good luck, the Caretakers won't be the only ones watching you; you're not the only one up to no good in this city." She pulls one out. "Blank, way cheaper than some of these other pre-mades, whatever new life you can think of. For you, 3 gold, if I thought you really needed it, it would have been free."
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