Hearing Tanwar’s voice, though still not seeing him, Kotog will call out, “Tanwar, is this shadow yours? Knock it off and come speak with an old clanmate, we have business to be about. The chiefs finally admitted you might be right, now let us fix this.”
Radar tries to keep a steady pace as he walks through the magical darkness. Eventually spotting the meditating orc, he turns to the others and calls them to him. Waiting until all have reached him, he moves forward to this meditating orc. He kneels down in front of him and begins to pray.
Tanwar rose up and cocked an eyebrow. Having an Orc - a Half-Orc! - kneel before him and begin praying was not something he expected. Still, the Grove was a divine site and Gruumsh was to be venerated above all else. If this halfbreed could gain strength from his faith in tradition, Tanwar was in no position to stop him. He instead focused his attention on the others.
Hearing Tanwar’s voice, though still not seeing him, Kotog will call out, “Tanwar, is this shadow yours? Knock it off and come speak with an old clanmate, we have business to be about. The chiefs finally admitted you might be right, now let us fix this.”
'I am beholden to no clan.' Tanwar replied with a growl. 'And you will show proper respect in this place of worship.'
He relaxed his shoulders, being keenly aware that he had tensed up his muscles: an old reflex from days of yore when danger was expected to strike at all times. 'You reek of fel magic.' He snorted at the one called Kotog. 'But you would not be here were it not preordained.'
His voice did not betray it but the words had pleased him. If the war chief admitted fault, that either meant he was losing his standing or something had gone terribly awry. In any case, it created a situation that Tanwar could leverage to his advantage.
'We were indeed once of the same clan. For that, I shall listen to what you have to say.' Tanwar's voice still boomed through the darkness as the intensity of his eyes turned from the red of stale blood to that of freshly spilled. 'Stay your hand and plead your case before Shargaas.'
As difficult as it is, you all see Roga appear from the shadows, outlined in a black aura darker than your surroundings, axe in hand. He seems very afraid. “I don’t know what’s happening.. but I feel something.” You see the fear drain from his expression, his eyes turn into the same sickly shade of black. He raises his axe, unable to realize what he’s doing. He swings his huge axe in a fashion that would completely cut off Tanwar’s head and land deep in the tree. An instant before his axe’s blade connects with Tanwar’s neck, however, the axe turns to sand and falls apart with a puff. You see Roga disintegrate into a mix of black sand and shadows, leaving the gateway that is the Grove and merging fully into Shargaas’s demi-plane of complete darkness.
As Roga takes a swing, Radar quickly grabs his glaive and place it in the way... But is shocked when he does not feel it connect to his weapon. Standing he looks around, wondering what has happened to Roga.
Kotog will open his mouth to reply to Tanwar before seeing what happened to Roga, then reply shaking his head, "Whatever this is needs to be stopped, now, before all orcs fall to it. I heard your warnings, and though I did not stand with you then, I continued to think on them and researched our histories of magic for decades finding no answers. But recent events, this magic madness, have led to the clans working together and the gods have led us to you. It is too late for warnings, now we must act. Will you aid your people?"
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Norak watches, eyes wide as Roga becomes dust and wind. Reflexively he reaches out to grasp any of the shifting grains he is able to, his eyes staring at his now clenched fist.
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Insight: 12 Religion: 23
Tanwar spotted the Orc raising his axe. He could have warned him but a demonstration would be much more efficient. Before the blow could struck his neck, the Orc and his blade became an everlasting part of Shargaas' realm. 'Though the Night Lord welcomes death, it is unwise to bring it to his doorstep without proper invitation.'
Kotog will open his mouth to reply to Tanwar before seeing what happened to Roga, then reply shaking his head, "Whatever this is needs to be stopped, now, before all orcs fall to it. I heard your warnings, and though I did not stand with you then, I continued to think on them and researched our histories of magic for decades finding no answers. But recent events, this magic madness, have led to the clans working together and the gods have led us to you. It is too late for warnings, now we must act. Will you aid your people?"
Tanwar's armour of bones clattered softly as he strode forward into the view of the others. He was an older Orc with wild, unkept grey hair that draped over a pair of broad shoulders. Bones crudely intermingled with each other gave an undead bend to his person but he still was a warrior first, as evidenced by the round wooden shield on his back and the nasty looking flail at his side, both caked with dark patches of stale blood. The Thaumaturgy spell ended and his eyes returned to their natural black colour that seemed to reflect the darkness around him.
'I hold no allegiance to the clans.' Tanwar states flatly in a matter-of-fact voice. 'But even in exile the Orcs are my kin and Gruumsh' people must prevail. Follow me.'
He turned to the right and began to walk, leading those who would follow through the darkness.
You feel the chaotic magic in the grove. You can sense the strength of it, and know that it is powerful enough to overwhelm even an orc. That is likely what happened to Roga before he was whisked away to eternal darkness. You can't, however, sense how much the Grove can endure before the chaos gets the better of it and seeps into Shargaas's realm.
Tanwar leads the party through the darkness for an amount of time much longer than it took to find him in the first place. After about 5 minutes, he disappears in front of Radar. In the following moment, each of the remaining orcs are transported back into the Orclands of the material plane. Tanwar, after many years, you have finally left your self-imposed exile in the darkness. You may briefly enjoy returning to natural light. The bones that adorn your armor shake and clatter together as you walk.
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As they walk, Tarth addresses the Sage Kotog for the first time, his whispery voice carrying well enough for the others to hear if they care to take the effort, but it easily fades into the periphery if you allow it.
"So, we have collected your clan mate from the embrace of shadow. What's next? How do we begin to find the chaos that accompanies abilities like this?"
He places a hand on his dark tome and his eyes roll back into his sockets. His lips part slightly as he mumbles nonsensical words. The hand on the tome traces a strange symbol across the leather and dark shadows manifest and seem to cling to his skin and leather, like an additional layer of protection.
8 temporary hit points added for the next 1 hour.
Reopening his eyes, he looks round in search of any unexpected manifestations that accompanied his ability.
Kotog will look at the younger orc, watching his spell take effect with mild interest, “Well, I was rather hoping that Tanwar’d be able to help us with that, none of my research has turned up anything like this happening before.”
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37 - 6 Once the dark shadows cover Tarth and seep into his skin, a single pulse emanates from the book—one that all of you feel.
You all suddenly feel weak. You feel like a simple rock could make you bleed profusely. Like a single scratch would never heal. Like you would die immediately in a fight. You all have vulnerability to piercing damage for the next minute.
Tanwar felt the light of the sun heat up his skin as he ended his exile. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them up again, the last tendrils of darkness that clung to him had coalesced in a black chain around his neck. Dangling from this chain was a blackened skull with a blood red crescent moon sticking through it: the symbol of Shargaas and a reminder of where power truly resided.
You all suddenly feel weak. You feel like a simple rock could make you bleed profusely. Like a single scratch would never heal. Like you would die immediately in a fight. You all have vulnerability to piercing damage for the next minute.
Tanwar faltered for a moment as a wave of weakness washed over him. He glanced up and saw the effects of a spell taking hold on Tarth. 'You!' He snarled as he grabbed the Half-Orc by the collar. 'Are you trying to get us killed?'
He pushed Tarth away from him. 'Let's get a move on.' Tanwar's eyes coldly reflected the light. 'What did the chiefs decide you need to do?'
Radar, witnessing his ally use magic, stands still waiting for the side effect to occur. Waiting for the magic current to pass, he stands in the sand. Glancing at Tarth, he turns to Tanwar and says "We were instructed to find a solution to the chaotic nature of magic. I had prayed to Gruumsh for guidance and he led me to you. From here... I am unsure..."
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Hearing Tanwar’s voice, though still not seeing him, Kotog will call out, “Tanwar, is this shadow yours? Knock it off and come speak with an old clanmate, we have business to be about. The chiefs finally admitted you might be right, now let us fix this.”
Tanwar rose up and cocked an eyebrow. Having an Orc - a Half-Orc! - kneel before him and begin praying was not something he expected. Still, the Grove was a divine site and Gruumsh was to be venerated above all else. If this halfbreed could gain strength from his faith in tradition, Tanwar was in no position to stop him. He instead focused his attention on the others.
'I am beholden to no clan.' Tanwar replied with a growl. 'And you will show proper respect in this place of worship.'
He relaxed his shoulders, being keenly aware that he had tensed up his muscles: an old reflex from days of yore when danger was expected to strike at all times.
'You reek of fel magic.' He snorted at the one called Kotog. 'But you would not be here were it not preordained.'
His voice did not betray it but the words had pleased him. If the war chief admitted fault, that either meant he was losing his standing or something had gone terribly awry. In any case, it created a situation that Tanwar could leverage to his advantage.
'We were indeed once of the same clan. For that, I shall listen to what you have to say.' Tanwar's voice still boomed through the darkness as the intensity of his eyes turned from the red of stale blood to that of freshly spilled. 'Stay your hand and plead your case before Shargaas.'
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Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
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As difficult as it is, you all see Roga appear from the shadows, outlined in a black aura darker than your surroundings, axe in hand. He seems very afraid. “I don’t know what’s happening.. but I feel something.” You see the fear drain from his expression, his eyes turn into the same sickly shade of black. He raises his axe, unable to realize what he’s doing. He swings his huge axe in a fashion that would completely cut off Tanwar’s head and land deep in the tree. An instant before his axe’s blade connects with Tanwar’s neck, however, the axe turns to sand and falls apart with a puff. You see Roga disintegrate into a mix of black sand and shadows, leaving the gateway that is the Grove and merging fully into Shargaas’s demi-plane of complete darkness.
Tanwar
Roll an insight check and a religion check
As Roga takes a swing, Radar quickly grabs his glaive and place it in the way... But is shocked when he does not feel it connect to his weapon. Standing he looks around, wondering what has happened to Roga.
Kotog will open his mouth to reply to Tanwar before seeing what happened to Roga, then reply shaking his head, "Whatever this is needs to be stopped, now, before all orcs fall to it. I heard your warnings, and though I did not stand with you then, I continued to think on them and researched our histories of magic for decades finding no answers. But recent events, this magic madness, have led to the clans working together and the gods have led us to you. It is too late for warnings, now we must act. Will you aid your people?"
Norak watches, eyes wide as Roga becomes dust and wind. Reflexively he reaches out to grasp any of the shifting grains he is able to, his eyes staring at his now clenched fist.
Dexterity check: 18
Insight: 12
Religion: 23
Tanwar spotted the Orc raising his axe. He could have warned him but a demonstration would be much more efficient. Before the blow could struck his neck, the Orc and his blade became an everlasting part of Shargaas' realm.
'Though the Night Lord welcomes death, it is unwise to bring it to his doorstep without proper invitation.'
Tanwar's armour of bones clattered softly as he strode forward into the view of the others. He was an older Orc with wild, unkept grey hair that draped over a pair of broad shoulders. Bones crudely intermingled with each other gave an undead bend to his person but he still was a warrior first, as evidenced by the round wooden shield on his back and the nasty looking flail at his side, both caked with dark patches of stale blood. The Thaumaturgy spell ended and his eyes returned to their natural black colour that seemed to reflect the darkness around him.
'I hold no allegiance to the clans.' Tanwar states flatly in a matter-of-fact voice. 'But even in exile the Orcs are my kin and Gruumsh' people must prevail. Follow me.'
He turned to the right and began to walk, leading those who would follow through the darkness.
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Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Kotog would lead his mule at the back of the group again, shepherding the others forward.
Radar moves towards the front again. Most likely following right behind Tanwar
Tanwar
You feel the chaotic magic in the grove. You can sense the strength of it, and know that it is powerful enough to overwhelm even an orc. That is likely what happened to Roga before he was whisked away to eternal darkness. You can't, however, sense how much the Grove can endure before the chaos gets the better of it and seeps into Shargaas's realm.
Tanwar leads the party through the darkness for an amount of time much longer than it took to find him in the first place. After about 5 minutes, he disappears in front of Radar. In the following moment, each of the remaining orcs are transported back into the Orclands of the material plane. Tanwar, after many years, you have finally left your self-imposed exile in the darkness. You may briefly enjoy returning to natural light. The bones that adorn your armor shake and clatter together as you walk.
What will you all do now?
OOC: Was Norak able to grab any of the sand ashes of Roga?
As they walk, Tarth addresses the Sage Kotog for the first time, his whispery voice carrying well enough for the others to hear if they care to take the effort, but it easily fades into the periphery if you allow it.
"So, we have collected your clan mate from the embrace of shadow. What's next? How do we begin to find the chaos that accompanies abilities like this?"
He places a hand on his dark tome and his eyes roll back into his sockets. His lips part slightly as he mumbles nonsensical words. The hand on the tome traces a strange symbol across the leather and dark shadows manifest and seem to cling to his skin and leather, like an additional layer of protection.
8 temporary hit points added for the next 1 hour.
Reopening his eyes, he looks round in search of any unexpected manifestations that accompanied his ability.
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Kotog will look at the younger orc, watching his spell take effect with mild interest, “Well, I was rather hoping that Tanwar’d be able to help us with that, none of my research has turned up anything like this happening before.”
((Norak was able to grab some black sand, but it’s uncertain whether or not it actually was Roga’s remains.))
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Once the dark shadows cover Tarth and seep into his skin, a single pulse emanates from the book—one that all of you feel.
You all suddenly feel weak. You feel like a simple rock could make you bleed profusely. Like a single scratch would never heal. Like you would die immediately in a fight. You all have vulnerability to piercing damage for the next minute.
Kotog will stagger a bit and put a hand on his mule to steady himself, muttering, “We need to get this fixed, my old bones do not care for it.”
Tanwar felt the light of the sun heat up his skin as he ended his exile. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them up again, the last tendrils of darkness that clung to him had coalesced in a black chain around his neck. Dangling from this chain was a blackened skull with a blood red crescent moon sticking through it: the symbol of Shargaas and a reminder of where power truly resided.
Tanwar faltered for a moment as a wave of weakness washed over him. He glanced up and saw the effects of a spell taking hold on Tarth. 'You!' He snarled as he grabbed the Half-Orc by the collar. 'Are you trying to get us killed?'
He pushed Tarth away from him. 'Let's get a move on.' Tanwar's eyes coldly reflected the light. 'What did the chiefs decide you need to do?'
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Are you guys still walking as the surge makes you vulnerable or have you stopped?
Going by my post, Tanwar probably would be standing still at the moment.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Radar, witnessing his ally use magic, stands still waiting for the side effect to occur. Waiting for the magic current to pass, he stands in the sand. Glancing at Tarth, he turns to Tanwar and says "We were instructed to find a solution to the chaotic nature of magic. I had prayed to Gruumsh for guidance and he led me to you. From here... I am unsure..."