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Jirel would narrow her eyes, bringing her axe around to cut Demondad2 for attacking Sera and Zaf!
Sentinel reaction: 15 Damage: 16
With Elvanna’s declaration, Jirel would bend at the knees in preparation for the angry woman’s attacks.
Dex DC 21: 21
The barbarian was focused, narrowly dodging the casters deadly spells. Though it meant nothing to her when she’d spot the unconscious bodies of others. Honeyed eyes would fall over unconscious Rose. Sweet sweet Rose.
Jirel would feel a part of her snap in sorrow. What protector are you? Tilting her head back, she’d let out a harrowing shout from the deepest depths of her core. Her hands would grip with all their strength on her axe, fighting the threat of panic and helplessness from overwhelming her. Breathe.
Pausing herself, the blondes chest rose and fell in huffs of rage, anger, pain... It all poured from her as she stood there dripping blood. Jirel very well could have let herself see only red, allowing it to take over, going pure savage on the foes before her. But she didn’t. Swallowing back her emotions, she’d reach into her pack.
Ready Action: Healing potion use Use on: Zaf if Zaf goes unconscious > Rose
Reaction: Cast (1st level)Absorb Elements, gaining resistance to the cold damage(at least).
(Zaf liiiives! 4 hp, baby!)
Turn Start: Switch from Dragon to Chalice.
The amnesiac avian tried his best, but cannot escape in time. So in one last desperate act, he held up a talon towards the explosion and sung in auran a call to the elements; summoning sort of magical shield of wind to diminish at least the blast cold air released in the aftermath. Frost yet gathers along talons arms face and more, and what moss had grown from his spell before flake and fly off in an instance. And when the sharpnel ripped through his immediate vicinity, a few of the more frozen through talons of the arm he held out in defense... outright shatters upon impact. And that was just the worse of the injuries bound to linger well after the fight, regardless of any healing...
"Not... today..."He chocked out, before with the same heavily injured ligament, he held it before his chest, palm facing off to the side. As he did so, the constellations on his form shift again towards the chalice. "Let her radiance be our hearth.. let her love be our strength... "He uttered as the light naturally emitted from intensified and spread to the others, filling them all with warmth and rejuvenating energy. After which, and with strength freshly renewed, Zaf slid into a slightly crouched stance ready to avoid further harm at a moment's notice.
Action: Cast (5th level)Mass Cure Wounds, restoring 22 HP to all party members, and Chalice Healing on self 16
Rose truly wasn't expecting that last attack to knock her out, even if it were just for a moment. With Zaf's healing washing over her, her eyes flutter open. Seeing that the aaarakocra was still up (albeit looking very hurt, even with his healing), Rose tries using her staff to get back on her feet, up until she feels strong arms around her, assisting her up and pressing a potion to her lips.
She gulps it down, letting it work its magic on her as she regains her balance. Her gaze moves from the ground to Jirel now. "T-thank you..." She breathes. "I-I'll be more careful... next time..." She gives the barbarian a gentle pat on the cheek and a weak smile. "Let's get back out there. Show her we're not going to go down that easily." The firbolg pauses a moment before pressing a small kiss softly on Jirel's other cheek, pulling away with a more confidence smile on her lips. "We got this."
When Jirel goes off back into the fight, the cleric takes a deep breath and raises her staff in the air.
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Sera goes for Elvanna again, triggering her Blood Curse of Marking (double rite damage). The pale, icy light that emanates from her blade doubles in intensity as she slashes at the witch queen *****.
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Jirel felt a sense of relief when Rose would regain her balance. "It's not your fault." She'd assure Rose. She'd nod in agreement to getting back out there, a smirk growing on the barbarian's lips from the firbolg's display of confidence. Though, she'd get duped by the kiss against her cheek. Guilty of being a little rosy cheeks before, now she couldn't blame it on the cold.
Blinking, the goliath would clear her throat. "Right. Yes." A little awkwardly she'd remove her arm from around Rose's waist to repuff herself back up, correcting her shoulders. With a playful flourish of her axe, Jirel would kick back off into battle, charging the elemental who threatened the cleric.
Reaction: Cast (1st level)Absorb Elements, gaining resistance to ze spell.
Despite whatever protective magics made resisting easier, bit by bit more of Zaf would yet freeze and start to flake off from the bitter cold winds. He preserved now as much out of spite as was righteous determination, and just got hold of Rose's shoulder for a moment. Long enough to deliver the warmth of Desna's comfort and protection before turning the excess into a mote of star light to send to Jasun and grant him too the strength to continue.
Action: Cast (4th level)Cure Wounds on Rose, restoring 25 HP. Chalice Healing on Jasun, restoring 13 HP.
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Jirel would snarl in Elvanna's direction as the cold came.
Con save: 25
It didn't matter whether the cone hit her full force. If the snow didn't melt from the heat of her flesh, the blonde would simply shake it off. Honey eyes were dead set on this fake queen. Brandishing her axe, she'd kick off with the intent to kill.
The blonde barbarian's charge was but a blinding blur of brunt brute blade bashing that bit the ***** back. Jirel slammed her axe directly into Elvanna's sternum with a sickening crack, sending her careening back from the sheer force of the blow. Unrelenting, the warrior would sweep her axe up, catching the fake queen's jaw, cutting up the left side of her face, narrowly missing her cornea. Hardening her visage, Jirel would use the momentum of her last swing, throwing all her weight behind her blade to bring it down to slash Elvanna's neck.
As Jirel slays Elvanna, Seraphina is compelled to dip the matryoska doll in her blood. The doll crack and white smoke pours out from it, before it shatters releasing the Queen of Witches! Baba Yaga waves her hands at the Elementals and Demodands are reduced to dust. Then with a short incantation, she causes the cauldron to go dark and still as the wintry portals close across Golarion. Then she turns to the five of you and waves her hands, releasing the five of you from the geas. Finally, she speaks to all of you. "For what you hef done, I weel grant each of you one boon that ees weetheen my power to give."
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Baba Yaga looks at Jasun. "So you wish for me to sever a bond between you and some eldritch being? Fine." Baba Yaga waves her hands and chants an incantation for several minutes before touching Jasun's heart and suddenly he feels his connection to Jezzika severed. Then she opens a magical gate that will allow Jasun to return home. "There. You are free to engage een whatever pursuits you had before now."
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"Wow."Jasun mused, not expecting it to be as easy as that. "Just like that eh?"He turned towards the others. "Well, my friends, I-"
Suddenly, in a terrible rupture of eldritch inky residue, Jasun exploded and was no more. There was nothing left of him than a terrible blast pattern on the floor.
You never saw him again.
JEZZIKA
In another time and space, on a dark world called Aetharis - somewhere in the Grim Hallow - the Empress of Umbra, Jezzika, was dying at the hands of two sisters. She felt the tether of one of her thralls weaken as she bled out, and in a last ditch effort decided to give Jasun a farewell present before her life force expired. Casting a spell, time and space froze and the two were reunited somewhere in the cosmos.
"Jezzika!"Jasun shrieked. "FOOL!"she screamed. "You have managed to trick me! I will stand your insolence to longer! I have tried and failed to convert you, and I will be punished! Soon, I will be no more, but know this! YOU will suffer, as well, for an eternity! Umbra is most displeased, and if you are not here to study, i'll use you to teach a lesson!" "No!"Jasun cried, "Stop! Wait!"
It was too late. With Jezzika's last divine spark, Jasun was put into a cosmic prison. The pain was unimaginable. Like a womb of horror, despair, pain, and suffering, Jasun writhed and screamed within. He had no concept of a physical form, only spirit, only dreadful eternity. Jezzika was true to her word, and for time immemorial, Jasun slowly withered away in the most painful way possible for a length of time he couldn't fathom or comprehend.
However, Baba Yaga's magic still lingered, and as the cosmic wheel of time tick tocked forward, it weakened the prison Jezzika had placed Jasun in. And then, one day, the spell was broken, and Jasun was released. In an explosion of magic, Jasun's withered soul form traveled the multiverse until powers weaved together once more and produced a result for a young lady who just discovered, perhaps by accident, that there was a little magic in her as well.
And, in another place and time, a new friendship was made.
MISFITS, YEARS AGO
"Oh!"Stella said. "A cat?" she smiled. "It worked. It worked!" Jasun looked up at the young woman, groggily, as if getting his bearings. His mind raced. Something was very different. "Don't be afraid my new friend. I'm Stella. What shall we call you?" Jasun was busy processing his new form, doing his best to process that he was now a feline. He couldn't speak. But he could think. And..feel.
But there was no more Jezzika. No more winter. No more pain and suffering. Only..another chance?
"I know!"Stella said. "I shall call you..Obsidian!"
Zaf is in a word... taken aback by everything to happen. Where at first he had been elated Baba Yaga seeming to have freed Jasun, the sudden and violent destruction(?) of the man left him equal parts surprised and disheartened. Yet, after looking back and forth between the others to guage their reactions, the Owl Aaracokra turned to Baba Yaga looking ready to spew some line or other demanding she undo whatever was done. Yet before the words could be spoken aloud, he stopped, and then looked to the mess on the floor.
Something sort of like this had happened once before. And while he held no illusions that it was anything like a "good sign" for Jasun, it... it could interpeted as Baba Yaga's magic having successfully cut the bonds. Though clearly not so thoroughly as to keep him "safe" from some retribution. With that grim thought in mind, he bowed his head, and clutched tightly onto prayer beads. "I'm sorry, Jasun. But may her light find you in whatever darkness now lies before you, and guide you out of the nightmare." He prayed quietly and eyes closed shut.
After which, he looked to Baba Yaga, straightened out his posture, and then said, "Throughout this journey, I have gradually been remembering things... seeing things. And while I feel as if some of it is starting to make sense, I.... I wish to know the truth of who and what I am. My real history. All of it. So, that is the boon I would request." Such was his resolution that, if by any chance Baba Yaga or the others ask if he might reconsidered, the Aarakocra politely but firmly refused it. He would know the truth.
Regardless of whether that truth comes as much magical revelation or a few simple words, he's left wide-eyed for a few moments. Then bit by bit, feathers begin to slack off his body, and transformed in some cases into snowflake or slush. "I see.... I was never 'real' to begin with... just a copy, and not even a good one... heh."He said, as more began to fall or flutter off by the moment. Looking to the four of the party members that yet remained, he smiles one last time with his eyes and says, "Guess this is where we part ways as well. I wish you all well. And may the Lady Butterfly watch over... your... dreams..."Zaf's last words before the rest of him abruptly breaks apart and scatters as slush, snow flakes, moss, and leaves. The Simulacrum held together by ancient magic and faith was no more.
Oh I’m not living through this: 9
The firbolg drops to the ground, unable to handle that kind of power!
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Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Jirel would narrow her eyes, bringing her axe around to cut Demondad2 for attacking Sera and Zaf!
Sentinel reaction: 15 Damage: 16
With Elvanna’s declaration, Jirel would bend at the knees in preparation for the angry woman’s attacks.
Dex DC 21: 21
The barbarian was focused, narrowly dodging the casters deadly spells. Though it meant nothing to her when she’d spot the unconscious bodies of others. Honeyed eyes would fall over unconscious Rose. Sweet sweet Rose.
Jirel would feel a part of her snap in sorrow. What protector are you? Tilting her head back, she’d let out a harrowing shout from the deepest depths of her core. Her hands would grip with all their strength on her axe, fighting the threat of panic and helplessness from overwhelming her. Breathe.
Pausing herself, the blondes chest rose and fell in huffs of rage, anger, pain... It all poured from her as she stood there dripping blood. Jirel very well could have let herself see only red, allowing it to take over, going pure savage on the foes before her. But she didn’t. Swallowing back her emotions, she’d reach into her pack.
Ready Action: Healing potion use
Use on: Zaf if Zaf goes unconscious > Rose
Jirel’s eyes pleaded.
just an unstable unicorn.
Dex Save(DC 21): 19
Reaction: Cast (1st level)Absorb Elements, gaining resistance to the cold damage(at least).
(Zaf liiiives! 4 hp, baby!)
Turn Start: Switch from Dragon to Chalice.
The amnesiac avian tried his best, but cannot escape in time. So in one last desperate act, he held up a talon towards the explosion and sung in auran a call to the elements; summoning sort of magical shield of wind to diminish at least the blast cold air released in the aftermath. Frost yet gathers along talons arms face and more, and what moss had grown from his spell before flake and fly off in an instance. And when the sharpnel ripped through his immediate vicinity, a few of the more frozen through talons of the arm he held out in defense... outright shatters upon impact. And that was just the worse of the injuries bound to linger well after the fight, regardless of any healing...
"Not... today..." He chocked out, before with the same heavily injured ligament, he held it before his chest, palm facing off to the side. As he did so, the constellations on his form shift again towards the chalice. "Let her radiance be our hearth.. let her love be our strength... " He uttered as the light naturally emitted from intensified and spread to the others, filling them all with warmth and rejuvenating energy. After which, and with strength freshly renewed, Zaf slid into a slightly crouched stance ready to avoid further harm at a moment's notice.
Action: Cast (5th level)Mass Cure Wounds, restoring 22 HP to all party members, and Chalice Healing on self 16
Bonus Action: Patient Defense - Dodge. (2/4 ki remaining)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
DC DEX: 10
Jasun goes down.
Jasun goes up.
22/131
Sera triggers her Mage Slayer attack.
Attack: 25 Damage: 23
Dex ST: 27
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Elvanna(20)(109),Zaf(20),Jirel(20),Nadya(14),Elemental1(13)(56),SlimyDemodand1(11)(200),Rose(11),Elemental2(11)(100),SlimyDemodand2(8)(230),Jasun(4),Seraphina(4),Elemental3(2)(110)
Nadya Dex:21
K, she's still up.
Nadya fires twice at Elemental1!
Attack: 25 Damage: 13
Attack: 15 Damage: 11
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Elvanna(20)(109),Zaf(20),Jirel(20),Nadya(14),Elemental1(13)(27),SlimyDemodand1(11)(200),Rose(11),Elemental2(11)(100),SlimyDemodand2(8)(230),Jasun(4),Seraphina(4),Elemental3(2)(110)
Elemental1 attacks Jirel and Zaf!
On Jirel
Attack: 26 Damage: 18
On Zaf
Attack: 14 Damage: 14
Demodand1 attacks Seraphina and Nadya!
On Seraphina
Attack: 16 Damage: 12
On Nadya
Attack: 20 Damage: 18
Elvanna(20)(109),Zaf(20),Jirel(20),Nadya(14),Elemental1(13)(27),SlimyDemodand1(11)(200),Rose(11),Elemental2(11)(100),SlimyDemodand2(8)(230),Jasun(4),Seraphina(4),Elemental3(2)(110)
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Rose truly wasn't expecting that last attack to knock her out, even if it were just for a moment. With Zaf's healing washing over her, her eyes flutter open. Seeing that the aaarakocra was still up (albeit looking very hurt, even with his healing), Rose tries using her staff to get back on her feet, up until she feels strong arms around her, assisting her up and pressing a potion to her lips.
She gulps it down, letting it work its magic on her as she regains her balance. Her gaze moves from the ground to Jirel now. "T-thank you..." She breathes. "I-I'll be more careful... next time..." She gives the barbarian a gentle pat on the cheek and a weak smile. "Let's get back out there. Show her we're not going to go down that easily." The firbolg pauses a moment before pressing a small kiss softly on Jirel's other cheek, pulling away with a more confidence smile on her lips. "We got this."
When Jirel goes off back into the fight, the cleric takes a deep breath and raises her staff in the air.
Mass Cure Wounds - 8th level - 29 hp regained to her friends!
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Elvanna(20)(109),Zaf(20),Jirel(20),Nadya(14),Elemental1(13)(27),SlimyDemodand1(11)(200),Rose(11),Elemental2(11)(100),SlimyDemodand2(8)(230),Jasun(4),Seraphina(4),Elemental3(2)(110)
Elemental2 attacks Rose and Jasun
On Rose
Attack: 19 Damage: 12
On Jasun
Attack: 9 Damage: 13
Demodand2 attacks Seraphina and Jirel!
On Seraphina
Attack: 15 Damage: 19
On Jirel
Attack: 18 Damage: 25
Elvanna(20)(109),Zaf(20),Jirel(20),Nadya(14),Elemental1(13)(27),SlimyDemodand1(11)(200),Rose(11),Elemental2(11)(100),SlimyDemodand2(8)(230),Jasun(4),Seraphina(4),Elemental3(2)(110)
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Sera goes for Elvanna again, triggering her Blood Curse of Marking (double rite damage). The pale, icy light that emanates from her blade doubles in intensity as she slashes at the witch queen *****.
Attack: 23 Damage: 27
Attack: 29 Damage: 28
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Jasun casts Vampiric Touch on Elvanna and Healing word as a BA.
VT: Attack: 15 Damage: 17
HW: 11
Jirel felt a sense of relief when Rose would regain her balance. "It's not your fault." She'd assure Rose. She'd nod in agreement to getting back out there, a smirk growing on the barbarian's lips from the firbolg's display of confidence. Though, she'd get duped by the kiss against her cheek. Guilty of being a little rosy cheeks before, now she couldn't blame it on the cold.
Blinking, the goliath would clear her throat. "Right. Yes." A little awkwardly she'd remove her arm from around Rose's waist to repuff herself back up, correcting her shoulders. With a playful flourish of her axe, Jirel would kick back off into battle, charging the elemental who threatened the cleric.
Sentinel reaction: 29 Damage: 17
just an unstable unicorn.
Elvanna(20)(54),Zaf(20),Jirel(20),Nadya(14),Elemental1(13)(27),SlimyDemodand1(11)(200),Rose(11),Elemental2(11)(90),SlimyDemodand2(8)(230),Jasun(4),Seraphina(4),Elemental3(2)(110)
Elemental3 attacks Jasun and Zaf!
On Jasun
Attack: 16 Damage: 11
On Zaf
Attack: 10 Damage: 12
Elvanna casts Cone of Cold!
Everyone must make a DC21 Con Save to take half of 33 cold damage!
Nadya shoots twice at Elvanna!
Attack: 16 Damage: 7
Attack: 17 Damage: 14
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Elvanna(20)(54),Zaf(20),Jirel(20),Nadya(14),Elemental1(13)(27),SlimyDemodand1(11)(200),Rose(11),Elemental2(11)(90),SlimyDemodand2(8)(230),Jasun(4),Seraphina(4),Elemental3(2)(110)
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Con Save(DC 21): 18.
Reaction: Cast (1st level)Absorb Elements, gaining resistance to ze spell.
Despite whatever protective magics made resisting easier, bit by bit more of Zaf would yet freeze and start to flake off from the bitter cold winds. He preserved now as much out of spite as was righteous determination, and just got hold of Rose's shoulder for a moment. Long enough to deliver the warmth of Desna's comfort and protection before turning the excess into a mote of star light to send to Jasun and grant him too the strength to continue.
Action: Cast (4th level)Cure Wounds on Rose, restoring 25 HP. Chalice Healing on Jasun, restoring 13 HP.
Bonus Action: Patient Defense - Dodge. (1/4 ki remaining)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Jirel would snarl in Elvanna's direction as the cold came.
Con save: 25
It didn't matter whether the cone hit her full force. If the snow didn't melt from the heat of her flesh, the blonde would simply shake it off. Honey eyes were dead set on this fake queen. Brandishing her axe, she'd kick off with the intent to kill.
Attack 1: 26 Damage: 17
Attack 2: 15 Damage: 17
Brute crit: 17
Geat weapon master bonus attack!: 28 Damage: 13
just an unstable unicorn.
The blonde barbarian's charge was but a blinding blur of brunt brute blade bashing that bit the ***** back. Jirel slammed her axe directly into Elvanna's sternum with a sickening crack, sending her careening back from the sheer force of the blow. Unrelenting, the warrior would sweep her axe up, catching the fake queen's jaw, cutting up the left side of her face, narrowly missing her cornea. Hardening her visage, Jirel would use the momentum of her last swing, throwing all her weight behind her blade to bring it down to slash Elvanna's neck.
just an unstable unicorn.
As Jirel slays Elvanna, Seraphina is compelled to dip the matryoska doll in her blood. The doll crack and white smoke pours out from it, before it shatters releasing the Queen of Witches! Baba Yaga waves her hands at the Elementals and Demodands are reduced to dust. Then with a short incantation, she causes the cauldron to go dark and still as the wintry portals close across Golarion. Then she turns to the five of you and waves her hands, releasing the five of you from the geas. Finally, she speaks to all of you. "For what you hef done, I weel grant each of you one boon that ees weetheen my power to give."
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Baba Yaga looks at Jasun. "So you wish for me to sever a bond between you and some eldritch being? Fine." Baba Yaga waves her hands and chants an incantation for several minutes before touching Jasun's heart and suddenly he feels his connection to Jezzika severed. Then she opens a magical gate that will allow Jasun to return home. "There. You are free to engage een whatever pursuits you had before now."
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BABA YAGA
"Wow." Jasun mused, not expecting it to be as easy as that. "Just like that eh?" He turned towards the others. "Well, my friends, I-"
Suddenly, in a terrible rupture of eldritch inky residue, Jasun exploded and was no more. There was nothing left of him than a terrible blast pattern on the floor.
You never saw him again.
JEZZIKA
In another time and space, on a dark world called Aetharis - somewhere in the Grim Hallow - the Empress of Umbra, Jezzika, was dying at the hands of two sisters. She felt the tether of one of her thralls weaken as she bled out, and in a last ditch effort decided to give Jasun a farewell present before her life force expired. Casting a spell, time and space froze and the two were reunited somewhere in the cosmos.
"Jezzika!" Jasun shrieked.
"FOOL!" she screamed. "You have managed to trick me! I will stand your insolence to longer! I have tried and failed to convert you, and I will be punished! Soon, I will be no more, but know this! YOU will suffer, as well, for an eternity! Umbra is most displeased, and if you are not here to study, i'll use you to teach a lesson!"
"No!" Jasun cried, "Stop! Wait!"
It was too late. With Jezzika's last divine spark, Jasun was put into a cosmic prison. The pain was unimaginable. Like a womb of horror, despair, pain, and suffering, Jasun writhed and screamed within. He had no concept of a physical form, only spirit, only dreadful eternity. Jezzika was true to her word, and for time immemorial, Jasun slowly withered away in the most painful way possible for a length of time he couldn't fathom or comprehend.
However, Baba Yaga's magic still lingered, and as the cosmic wheel of time tick tocked forward, it weakened the prison Jezzika had placed Jasun in. And then, one day, the spell was broken, and Jasun was released. In an explosion of magic, Jasun's withered soul form traveled the multiverse until powers weaved together once more and produced a result for a young lady who just discovered, perhaps by accident, that there was a little magic in her as well.
And, in another place and time, a new friendship was made.
MISFITS, YEARS AGO
"Oh!" Stella said. "A cat?" she smiled. "It worked. It worked!"
Jasun looked up at the young woman, groggily, as if getting his bearings. His mind raced. Something was very different.
"Don't be afraid my new friend. I'm Stella. What shall we call you?"
Jasun was busy processing his new form, doing his best to process that he was now a feline. He couldn't speak. But he could think. And..feel.
But there was no more Jezzika. No more winter. No more pain and suffering. Only..another chance?
"I know!" Stella said. "I shall call you..Obsidian!"
THE END
Baba Yaga shrugs as Jasun blows up, then turns towards the rest of you, waiting for you to ask your boons.
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Zaf is in a word... taken aback by everything to happen. Where at first he had been elated Baba Yaga seeming to have freed Jasun, the sudden and violent destruction(?) of the man left him equal parts surprised and disheartened. Yet, after looking back and forth between the others to guage their reactions, the Owl Aaracokra turned to Baba Yaga looking ready to spew some line or other demanding she undo whatever was done. Yet before the words could be spoken aloud, he stopped, and then looked to the mess on the floor.
Something sort of like this had happened once before. And while he held no illusions that it was anything like a "good sign" for Jasun, it... it could interpeted as Baba Yaga's magic having successfully cut the bonds. Though clearly not so thoroughly as to keep him "safe" from some retribution. With that grim thought in mind, he bowed his head, and clutched tightly onto prayer beads. "I'm sorry, Jasun. But may her light find you in whatever darkness now lies before you, and guide you out of the nightmare." He prayed quietly and eyes closed shut.
After which, he looked to Baba Yaga, straightened out his posture, and then said, "Throughout this journey, I have gradually been remembering things... seeing things. And while I feel as if some of it is starting to make sense, I.... I wish to know the truth of who and what I am. My real history. All of it. So, that is the boon I would request." Such was his resolution that, if by any chance Baba Yaga or the others ask if he might reconsidered, the Aarakocra politely but firmly refused it. He would know the truth.
Regardless of whether that truth comes as much magical revelation or a few simple words, he's left wide-eyed for a few moments. Then bit by bit, feathers begin to slack off his body, and transformed in some cases into snowflake or slush. "I see.... I was never 'real' to begin with... just a copy, and not even a good one... heh." He said, as more began to fall or flutter off by the moment. Looking to the four of the party members that yet remained, he smiles one last time with his eyes and says, "Guess this is where we part ways as well. I wish you all well. And may the Lady Butterfly watch over... your... dreams..." Zaf's last words before the rest of him abruptly breaks apart and scatters as slush, snow flakes, moss, and leaves. The Simulacrum held together by ancient magic and faith was no more.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.