Nvm it’s not long, but the post after it might be.

the soldiers are either dead or running, but you still feel very unsafe. The shadows that you noticed getting darker and bigger now cover the entire valley. If you were to look up, you couldn’t see the sky. You can barely see each other. The shadows are physically oppressive, like a weight on your shoulders. But worst of all, they are mentally oppressive, and you feel them probing your memories. Make a wisdom saving throw.

Poppy Wis save:

11

2nd: (in case charm or sleep) *Thanks Wolf for reminder*

19

I don't know if this darkness is a form of charm or not, doesn't seem like it but in case I rolled twice.  If it is, please use the better of the 2 rolls below. If not, only take the first.

First WIS save: 22

Second WIS save: 14

First WIS save: 22

Second WIS save: 16

All of you hear a feminine voice emanating from all around you.

”Oh, you weaklings.” It says, mocking. “You really believe you can defeat the coalition? It’s pathetic, really.” As the voice is saying that, a figure walks out of the shadows, that you can all clearly see despite the lack of light. The figure appears to be an elf woman, fairly young by species standards, only just into adulthood. As she continues talking, the voice centers on her. She is wearing a flowing black robe, with a large red coalition symbol on her chest. Her eyes glow black, and you get the feeling that she is the source of these powerful shadows. “You are weak. Now you just have to learn how weak you really are.” 

all of you feel the shadows pressing harder upon your minds. Shira, you look around at your teammates, being able to shake off this fog after a brief moment. Shadowy figures appear in front of them, and they look clearly frightened. Everyone reacts in their own way, Rogeliah’s fur and tail standing on end and her crystal skin losing some of it’s glow. She begins running away from something in front of her, clearly horrifying.

everyone else, you feel the shadows rip into your minds. They analyze you, see your every thought, your every memory. They settle on one thing, however. In front of you, stands the most important person in your life. This person is the one you trust the most, the one you care about the most, and the one you would listen to  the most. As they appear in front of you, they begin berating you for all your biggest faults, your biggest insecurities. Who are they, what do they say, and how do you react?

Thris' eyes widened as his mother walked out of the darkness before.  What was she doing here?  "Thristolia dan'Thrisgann al'Shameer d'Horran!  What are you doing here, so far from our home?  The raiders came after you left, did you know that?  The orcs raided and we needed your bow and your blade.  We fought them off but your father was wounded and you, if you'd followed his magical training, you could have helped, could have stopped them from stabbing your father.  But, no, you had to choose the path of the ranger." Her beautiful voice sneered on ranger, even though that had been her own calling.  "Having scorned your father's teachings you could not even stay to defend him with your mundane talents!"  She was screaming now.  "You were never an obedient child, not like your sister and brother.  Oh, no, anytime he said do this, you did something else.  You have the talent, you could be a powerful wizard!  But now, you will die far from home, and I will never see you again!  And your father, he died from his wounds...the wounds you could have prevented JUST BY STAYING!"

Thristolia reeled under the verbal onslaught.  He remembered the strong words exchanged when he'd announced his decision to study his mother's path and not his father's.  His father had not tried to hide his disappointment but he'd at least been understanding and encouraging.  There was no denying his talent for magic...it was strong in the Horran line, but it had never called to him, not like the mountain wilderness around the dwarven tunnels.  And the orcs...when he'd left they'd been so badly bloodied in the last two years that they'd begged the dwarfs and elves to stop attacking.  Now...now they were attacking in such force that his father had been injured...had...died.  Why hadn't he stayed.  He should have stayed!

"Mother...I'm sorry.  I...I'll come back...I'll take up father's studies.  His books...he always told me all his knowledge was written down.  I'll study.  I'll avenge him.  Please mother, please...please forgive me."  By the end, his voice had fallen to whimper and he had fallen to his knees.

(Y’all gonna need therapy after this😳)

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(Y’all gonna need therapy after this😳)

 (She's gonna need therapy when I stick my rapier through her throat)

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(Y’all gonna need therapy after this😳)

 (She's gonna need therapy when I stick my rapier through her throat)

 (I think she’s got more fight in her than it looks...)

I run over to Thris and drag him away from whatever he is yelling at, before screaming IT'S NOT REAL into Thris' ear, it's just the shadows. before slinking into the shadows away from the "elf". Trying to see and hear who else had been fooled by the elf's shadows.

Strength, athletics check "for pulling Thris away" 9

Persuasion check "convincing Thris that whatever he's seeing is fake" 14

Stealth check "hide from the 'elf' 11

Edit: my first ever zero, if I missed anything please tell me

You did a bad thing. You regret the thing you did. And I’ll tell you what you did, you did baaaaaad thing.

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You did a bad thing. You regret the thing you did. And I’ll tell you what you did, you did baaaaaad thing.

 i am screwed aren't I

Yep. 
as you attempt to pull thris out of the illusion, suddenly all of the pain, all of the trauma is slammed into your mind. You are unprepared for facing it, and it tears through your mind mercilessly. Take 20(!) psychic damage

(holy crud! That was an unlucky roll for damage! Just saying rn, it won’t cause you to die, if you are dropped to 0 hit points from this ur just unconscious)

Poppy stared at the darkness and the woman as they appeared, his dagger flipping in his hand ready to toss at her. His mind aches as he looks before him, and his face full with horror as he stumbles backwards. His shortsword falling from his hand, his legs getting weak as he slumps down to the ground. He looked up at the two people he had been running and hiding from for years,because of them he had left everything he had known to hide away in the woods and No-named villages. One was an older Halfling man, dressed in expensive leathers and with jewel encrusted rapier on his hip. His wide brim hat casted shadows on his face that only made his smile seem all the more bright. Beside him was a massive Goliath rainbow haired woman, covered in tattoos and holding a massive maul on her shoulder. The two looked at Poppy smiling, almost lovingly. 

The Halfling spoke calmly, "Hey there Hummingbird, we were wondering where you got to. After all the trouble you caused, you think you can just run away?" The Goliath spoke next, "We carried your useless ass around for years. I know you were a miserable failure, but failing to even die. Wow, you are just terrible at everything." The Halfling stepped up and drew his blade and put it to Poppy's chest. "You always held us back, refusing targets or being picky with jobs. We could have been ruling the Guild, but YOU always refused to kill! We spent years loving you, letting you share our beds, sharing what little coins we earned, and we gave you everything and you only needed to do what we said." The Goliath pulled a thick bladed dagger and bent down putting it against the side of Poppy's neck. "I wanted to kill you each time you kissed me, but you were useful at first. Soon you started weighing us down, but we had hoped you would grow up. But you didn't, the only thing you did was lie. You lied to everyone, wore this disgusting mask of confidence and charm. It was disgusting to watch, how can someone be so fake." The Halfling sighing as he looked at Poppy, "I don't know how you survived that night, we stabbed you a dozen times and left a dagger in your chest. But somehow you cheated death, and here you are. You won't escape again."

Poppy began to laugh, looking at the two people he had loved with all his heart and who had cruelly betrayed him. The only two he had cared for, and would have died for. He looked into their face and lifted his own dagger, setting it against his chest. "I loved you both, I never wanted you to hate me. I couldn't steal from the innocent, or kill a person without a reason. I am not an assassin, and I was a terrible thief. The only thing I ever did well was lie and cheat, I cheated death once and never recovered who I was. I died that day, and have only been a ghost ever since. I… just wanted to be happy, I was so happy with you guys. Now, let me finally rest. No one wants me, and I am tired of being this lie." Plunging the dagger into his own chest, the sharp pain reminding him of that horrible night as they stared at him with such cold eyes as he bled out on the ground. He smiled as the pain filled him,he felt the comforting darkness and a coldness.

And you are reduced to 0 hit points, but not fatally. Jeez, this is getting darker and darker.

(We got permission to go wild, we are going WILD!) 

this is going to get real crazy real fast isn't it.

(It already has. We two peeps down) 

(Don’t worry, nobody is gonna die here. But it’s probably going to end with everyone at 0 hit points and unconscious if they keep pullin stunts like this.)