Jahren is able to discern that most of the 22nd is in awe of the group and their abilities shown during the battle....though they hide it fairly well behind gruff faces. However they also don't really know you or your intent, and as such a healthy amount of fear exists. For Coon, he's professional enough to get past the fear, but clearly also will be happy to get his men off the 'front lines' of a battle he hasn't been told to fight.
The group does inspect the bodies at the battle, but learns little. All of the enemy have personal items, unique necklaces, or carefully carved patterns in their weapons, armor, or even skin. Fianna is able to tell everyone that the orcs appear to be from a tribe known as Vorbyx's Hammer. The tribe is based in Thar, on the north side of the Moonsea, but are known to hire themselves out as mercenaries, so it's not terribly uncommon to find them wandering around the forest in the employ of drow or dragons.
The Drow, Toc explains, are common in the Dark Woods and below. The dead of the elves have finely made elven daggers crafted from a silvered steel. Their boots, belts, and clothing are also finely made. Despite them being Drow, they are still elves and have highly skilled artisans who can produce wonderful goods. Spider engravings, and a silver star are common marking amongst their equipment. One has a scroll which turns out to be an artists rendering of a young Drow girl and her mother. Toc scoffs and moves away, hatred seated deeply in his mind, but for most of you thinking of some of these Drow as fathers or husbands finds your minds drifting to uncomfortable places.
Chen produces a tasty fried flat bread with bits of cured meat, some delicious smoked cheese, and some sliced tomato that everyone devours for breakfast. He he prepares, he seems as if a good amount of his backpack is dedicated to cooking supplies and a surprising amount of fresh food.
Well fed, the group breaks camp, packing up bedrolls efficiently. A crack of thunder echoes far across the land and you can see dark rain clouds threatening through the gaps in the distant canopy. The trees whip about under the powerful northern wind sweeping down across the Cormanthor forest. Nodding everyone is ready, Toc has everyone surround him in a circle.
"We are teleporting to a circle I know in the ruins. It is stone and on the ground, so hopefully we don't experience any sudden falls like last time. However the ruins are not a friendly place. Shadows and demons dance among the dead. It is cursed. Be on your guard."
Powerful magic swells into him and with a single word from his elven lips, the world twists around you, consuming you into a two dimension funnel....a moment of darkness, twisting thrashing, and then the world explodes around you, opening from a single point in the black and reaching out in every dimension. You find your feet on solid rock, a large round piece of stone engraved with magic sigils and patterns, cracked into three pieces but still relatively level. You glance around. You're not sure what you were expecting the ruins of Myth Drannor to look like, but it probably wasn't this.
The land around you looks like a mountainous wasteland. Large rocky hills jut out around you, with brief stretches of barren wasteland carving their way through. Nothing here is flat, and there is little that could be called 'ruins'. Here and there you spot a chunk of rock that looks like it came from a building or a column, perhaps a tiled chunk of floor the size of your backpack, but mostly it's just a rocky, mountainous waste. Few bushes grow here and there amidst the cracks and crevices in the rock. The fact this teleportation stone is mostly intact seems like a miracle, until you realize it was carved into a chunk of rock after the fall of the city.
Occasionally you spot a twisted rotted skeleton, or a broken blade or shaft of arrow amidst the rocks. You spot what looks like half of a tower here, or the foundation of a building here. Strangely amidst the high broken rocks you see fragments of a statue. You spot three pulled threads from where you stand, perhaps within 100 feet of you. One is illusion, one is transmutation, and one is evocation.
Exposed to the sky with no forest canopy here, you see a light overcast sky. It's unusually bright after the dark forest. The dark clouds and thunderstorms you just left are still many miles to the east, though slowly pushing this direction.
Toc looks around, a grim look on his face. "Do we fix these things as we go? Or leave the?"
Upon completion of the teleport, and a quick look around, Fianna purrs at FinFin who looks out, blinks, then takes to the sky to scout the greater area.
"I wonder if the threads could be a deliberate defensive measure?" Fianna asks aloud to nobody in particular. "If one spends enough time fixing them they will find themselves devoid of spells when they are truly needed..."
Fianna wanders over to the Transmutation thread. She maintains a safe distance but encircles it, studying it as closely as she dares. ((Sorry, I'm forgetting... does it look like a different world in the thread or the same word just different?)) With a shrug she casts Prestidigitation into the thread, causes the odor of licorice to fill the air...
((Basically experimenting to see if repeated cantrips will "heal" the threads or if it takes bigger doses of magic...))
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(Wasteland? I think you mean wonderland!)
Chen prepares for the teleport excitedly, with hopes of the exotic and long-lost elven fruits, vegetables, spices and herbs he might discover, and the wondrous tastes he might enjoy. As the barren landscape evolved around him, his first thought was of eagles and orcs and the Earthfast Mountains, and his heart sank. But as he looked around the feeling of curiosity and the excitement of exploration returned, even as the hope of fresh food faded. While Fianna experimented with the magic threads, he wandered over to take a closer look at the statue fragments...
Mirica shook her head, getting rid of teleportation effect (her way of traveling was not that different after all) and looked around curiously. Was it the ground, turned upside down or the elven city was so much part of the landscape, that the ruins now can not be told from the natural rocks? Either way the place did not leave the feeling of sad horror, that destroyed human cities do.
Cleric observed Fianna's experiments. The cracks did not care for holy magic, but it was interesting to watch: "Using these things as wards sounds logical, but the first one we encountered was in the random place, where no one could expect us, and nobody was around. Knowing netheresians - or, better say, about them, still think that wizard is experimenting with planes: portals or summons, but something, that needs a lot of magic."
"If that things somehow bound to the wizard - he might feel if we close them. May be it is better left alone? Do not know, though. By the way, where is the wizard? Somewhere underground? How do we find him?"
The broken thread looks more like a glowing fragment of reality, with a warped visual area, flapping around. There is no "through" it, and no hint of some other world. Just a broken bit of the weave of magic flailing about.
The cantrip release a small amount of magic...and unfortunately doesn't seem potent enough to heal the thread.
Toc turns to Mirica, "I know precisely where the tomb was. It may have...moved a bit...but we can look for it, it should take maybe a half an hour to walk there?"
Chen examines the bit of statue. It's a lovely carved piece of marble. It looks like it was a body part, maybe a butt, or an elbow or knee? Perhaps even a boob. The highly glossed marble is dusty and pitted, but when he runs his hand along it, the quality of the carving is obvious and the brown sparkling marble is smooth and shiny with the dust removed.
FinFin heads up into the sky. Fianna takes a moment to look through the dragons eyes. The pure chaotic mess caused by a floating city on a mountain crashing into a city on the ground, both vast an ancient with untold beauty and architecture is....mind numbing. There are large sections that seem almost untouched by the destruction, sections where buildings and ruins still stand, while in other places you see entire fragments of city sitting on a slab of mountain sideways....mocking gravity. But mostly it's mountainous chunks of rock mixed with ground up chunks of elven and shade streets, architecture, massive tree trunks, and sewer systems. Mixed in and a hint of the death everywhere, is the number of skeletons and bodies that are half buried or just fragments, long since rotted to bone. The Mythal...the shimmering sphere of magic that protected Myth Drannor is still intact, seen only as a bit of sparkling in the air. The size of the city is impressive, as expansive as the largest cities Fianna had ever seen, though she was well aware of it's size before it's destruction, having visited many times. However, destructions seems to have pushed the city boundaries back even further, an it looks to be almost a third larger on every side. The forest around the ruins is flattened, trees centuries old just blown over in the destructions.
As she looks down she sees the sparkle of torn threads glittering like stars across the entire ruin. But she notices something else. Strange sections of twisting black magic that seems to move...gliding across the ground and then vanishing...then appearing a hundred feet away in a seemingly random direction. Magic seems to seep from the effect and torn threads seem to spasm out from the effect almost like fifty foot long tentacles that thrash through the air. The group is immediately near one, but avoiding the strange, erratic effects for a length of time seems like it will be a challenge.
She relays this information to the rest of the group.
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"Should we scout ahead some, to where it once was? To see if there's any forces waiting, or other traps. So we're not walking with a blindfold over our eyes. Especially with all this wild magic around." Loane suggests. Her eyes scan the area, though she sticks around on the teleportation circle.
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Toc nods, "Sounds reasonable. Are you volunteering? I can make someone invisible, and perhaps FinFin can stay on their shoulder, if....she wouldn't be opposed to it...so we can communicate with whomever goes. I can provide rough directions, though, I'll be honest, it'll be a bit of looking for any remnants of land marks...."
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((So... It appears these black, glidings, tentacle like sections are spawning forth the threads?))
"I'm sure FinFin wouldn't mind at all doing more specific scouting," Fianna says, brightly. "Though unless you are turning them invisible as well, they'd just be a floating pseudo dragon... which would be odd." She chuckles for a moment at the thought before continuing. "I could make them invisible myself, but my spell doesn't last long, I'm afraid."
FinFin of course is happy to oblige. Though they'd keep to the air unless Loane (or whoever) is entering a structure or prolonger forest canopy... Swooping down to perch only when needing to communicate.
Toc nods, "I can take care of that. Very well Loane." The elven wizard asks for Loane and FinFin to come close, then he focus' his magic for a moment, and then touches them each in turn. As he touches each of them they vanish.
"We will be a short ways behind you."
Loane begins scouting ahead, while FinFin takes to the air. Loane moves through the rocky terrain, nimbly using multiple leaps off of ledges to bound up difficult stretches while making pretty much no noise. FinFin occasionally catches the site of rocks being disturbed grass pushed aside, or dust puffs that indicates roughly where she is, and stays over her. As she moves for the first few minutes FinFin notes one of the strange moving magical disturbances bouncing around....however it seems to always end up getting closer and closer.
Loane, as you reach high ground and glance around, you also see the strange dark cloud that vanishes, then appears elsewhere...and though it doesn't seem to be moving directly towards you or the group, who you occasionally spot behind you...it does seem to be gradually appearing closer and closer.
After about five minutes of moving through the ruins, FinFin is certain the thing will be appearing near either Loane or the rest of the group sometime in the next minute.
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Chen starts looking around for anything that might resemble a window or doorway leading to submerged buildings, or any locations of resort above ground level.
Chen begins glancing around. They've only been following Loane for a few minute, but he has seen a few suspicious dark shadowy spots in the ground. He turns and moves towards one, pushing a small shrub aside. Sure enough he sees what appears to be a gap between a bunch of rubble and a wall, that leads to a dark shadowy recess. He figures it goes down maybe ten feet...but otherwise looks like a dead end. Interestingly water has not gathered in here, so the water must have someplace to go, but he doesn't see any passages or obvious person sized exits.
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Chen keeps his eyes open for any more such holes, knowing they could be useful if the group need to hide. He will also try to spot any that might go deeper into any buried structure...
Fianna is going to keep a Chill Touch readied to unleash towards any of these black cloudy bouncing things that get too close. She's curious how it would react to necrotic spells...
Loane creeps around, despite the invisibility (stealth if needed: 33 ). She pauses, to wait and watch this tendril as it gets close. Losing from the party was a bad idea, and she was curious to see if this thing moved or appeared to be like any creature she has seen or heard of.
Nature?: 20
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Honestly, to Loane, these don’t seem entirely like creatures. They seem more like tiny storms of shadow and magic...that seem to be moving and reacting to the world, but not necessarily intelligent.
That said, she watches as one vanishes....then, seemingly teleporting almost 500 feet, it erupts in front of the group. If it isn’t intelligent it’s seems drawn to something about the party. Loane is 80 feet from the disturbance.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group, moving along after Loane sees a sudden eruption of glittering magic and dark shadows appear before them about 40 feet away and 30 feet in the air. What looks like five thrashing and more violent versions of broken threads seem to emerge from within. They don’t seem to have any school of magic associated to them though, just darkness.
The tendrils lash out, extending across the space with ease in a sudden aggressive manner.
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tendril 12
tendril 14
tendril 20
tendril 3
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Fianna is going to keep a Chill Touch readied to unleash towards any of these black cloudy bouncing things that get too close. She's curious how it would react to necrotic spells...
(( Not sure if that would get Fianna a jump on initiative or not?))
Jahren is able to discern that most of the 22nd is in awe of the group and their abilities shown during the battle....though they hide it fairly well behind gruff faces. However they also don't really know you or your intent, and as such a healthy amount of fear exists. For Coon, he's professional enough to get past the fear, but clearly also will be happy to get his men off the 'front lines' of a battle he hasn't been told to fight.
The group does inspect the bodies at the battle, but learns little. All of the enemy have personal items, unique necklaces, or carefully carved patterns in their weapons, armor, or even skin. Fianna is able to tell everyone that the orcs appear to be from a tribe known as Vorbyx's Hammer. The tribe is based in Thar, on the north side of the Moonsea, but are known to hire themselves out as mercenaries, so it's not terribly uncommon to find them wandering around the forest in the employ of drow or dragons.
The Drow, Toc explains, are common in the Dark Woods and below. The dead of the elves have finely made elven daggers crafted from a silvered steel. Their boots, belts, and clothing are also finely made. Despite them being Drow, they are still elves and have highly skilled artisans who can produce wonderful goods. Spider engravings, and a silver star are common marking amongst their equipment. One has a scroll which turns out to be an artists rendering of a young Drow girl and her mother. Toc scoffs and moves away, hatred seated deeply in his mind, but for most of you thinking of some of these Drow as fathers or husbands finds your minds drifting to uncomfortable places.
Chen produces a tasty fried flat bread with bits of cured meat, some delicious smoked cheese, and some sliced tomato that everyone devours for breakfast. He he prepares, he seems as if a good amount of his backpack is dedicated to cooking supplies and a surprising amount of fresh food.
Well fed, the group breaks camp, packing up bedrolls efficiently. A crack of thunder echoes far across the land and you can see dark rain clouds threatening through the gaps in the distant canopy. The trees whip about under the powerful northern wind sweeping down across the Cormanthor forest. Nodding everyone is ready, Toc has everyone surround him in a circle.
"We are teleporting to a circle I know in the ruins. It is stone and on the ground, so hopefully we don't experience any sudden falls like last time. However the ruins are not a friendly place. Shadows and demons dance among the dead. It is cursed. Be on your guard."
Powerful magic swells into him and with a single word from his elven lips, the world twists around you, consuming you into a two dimension funnel....a moment of darkness, twisting thrashing, and then the world explodes around you, opening from a single point in the black and reaching out in every dimension. You find your feet on solid rock, a large round piece of stone engraved with magic sigils and patterns, cracked into three pieces but still relatively level. You glance around. You're not sure what you were expecting the ruins of Myth Drannor to look like, but it probably wasn't this.
The land around you looks like a mountainous wasteland. Large rocky hills jut out around you, with brief stretches of barren wasteland carving their way through. Nothing here is flat, and there is little that could be called 'ruins'. Here and there you spot a chunk of rock that looks like it came from a building or a column, perhaps a tiled chunk of floor the size of your backpack, but mostly it's just a rocky, mountainous waste. Few bushes grow here and there amidst the cracks and crevices in the rock. The fact this teleportation stone is mostly intact seems like a miracle, until you realize it was carved into a chunk of rock after the fall of the city.
Occasionally you spot a twisted rotted skeleton, or a broken blade or shaft of arrow amidst the rocks. You spot what looks like half of a tower here, or the foundation of a building here. Strangely amidst the high broken rocks you see fragments of a statue. You spot three pulled threads from where you stand, perhaps within 100 feet of you. One is illusion, one is transmutation, and one is evocation.
Exposed to the sky with no forest canopy here, you see a light overcast sky. It's unusually bright after the dark forest. The dark clouds and thunderstorms you just left are still many miles to the east, though slowly pushing this direction.
Toc looks around, a grim look on his face. "Do we fix these things as we go? Or leave the?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Upon completion of the teleport, and a quick look around, Fianna purrs at FinFin who looks out, blinks, then takes to the sky to scout the greater area.
"I wonder if the threads could be a deliberate defensive measure?" Fianna asks aloud to nobody in particular. "If one spends enough time fixing them they will find themselves devoid of spells when they are truly needed..."
Fianna wanders over to the Transmutation thread. She maintains a safe distance but encircles it, studying it as closely as she dares. ((Sorry, I'm forgetting... does it look like a different world in the thread or the same word just different?)) With a shrug she casts Prestidigitation into the thread, causes the odor of licorice to fill the air...
((Basically experimenting to see if repeated cantrips will "heal" the threads or if it takes bigger doses of magic...))
(Wasteland? I think you mean wonderland!)
Chen prepares for the teleport excitedly, with hopes of the exotic and long-lost elven fruits, vegetables, spices and herbs he might discover, and the wondrous tastes he might enjoy. As the barren landscape evolved around him, his first thought was of eagles and orcs and the Earthfast Mountains, and his heart sank. But as he looked around the feeling of curiosity and the excitement of exploration returned, even as the hope of fresh food faded. While Fianna experimented with the magic threads, he wandered over to take a closer look at the statue fragments...
History? 11
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Mirica shook her head, getting rid of teleportation effect (her way of traveling was not that different after all) and looked around curiously. Was it the ground, turned upside down or the elven city was so much part of the landscape, that the ruins now can not be told from the natural rocks? Either way the place did not leave the feeling of sad horror, that destroyed human cities do.
Cleric observed Fianna's experiments. The cracks did not care for holy magic, but it was interesting to watch: "Using these things as wards sounds logical, but the first one we encountered was in the random place, where no one could expect us, and nobody was around. Knowing netheresians - or, better say, about them, still think that wizard is experimenting with planes: portals or summons, but something, that needs a lot of magic."
"If that things somehow bound to the wizard - he might feel if we close them. May be it is better left alone? Do not know, though. By the way, where is the wizard? Somewhere underground? How do we find him?"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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The broken thread looks more like a glowing fragment of reality, with a warped visual area, flapping around. There is no "through" it, and no hint of some other world. Just a broken bit of the weave of magic flailing about.
The cantrip release a small amount of magic...and unfortunately doesn't seem potent enough to heal the thread.
Toc turns to Mirica, "I know precisely where the tomb was. It may have...moved a bit...but we can look for it, it should take maybe a half an hour to walk there?"
Chen examines the bit of statue. It's a lovely carved piece of marble. It looks like it was a body part, maybe a butt, or an elbow or knee? Perhaps even a boob. The highly glossed marble is dusty and pitted, but when he runs his hand along it, the quality of the carving is obvious and the brown sparkling marble is smooth and shiny with the dust removed.
FinFin heads up into the sky. Fianna takes a moment to look through the dragons eyes. The pure chaotic mess caused by a floating city on a mountain crashing into a city on the ground, both vast an ancient with untold beauty and architecture is....mind numbing. There are large sections that seem almost untouched by the destruction, sections where buildings and ruins still stand, while in other places you see entire fragments of city sitting on a slab of mountain sideways....mocking gravity. But mostly it's mountainous chunks of rock mixed with ground up chunks of elven and shade streets, architecture, massive tree trunks, and sewer systems. Mixed in and a hint of the death everywhere, is the number of skeletons and bodies that are half buried or just fragments, long since rotted to bone. The Mythal...the shimmering sphere of magic that protected Myth Drannor is still intact, seen only as a bit of sparkling in the air. The size of the city is impressive, as expansive as the largest cities Fianna had ever seen, though she was well aware of it's size before it's destruction, having visited many times. However, destructions seems to have pushed the city boundaries back even further, an it looks to be almost a third larger on every side. The forest around the ruins is flattened, trees centuries old just blown over in the destructions.
As she looks down she sees the sparkle of torn threads glittering like stars across the entire ruin. But she notices something else. Strange sections of twisting black magic that seems to move...gliding across the ground and then vanishing...then appearing a hundred feet away in a seemingly random direction. Magic seems to seep from the effect and torn threads seem to spasm out from the effect almost like fifty foot long tentacles that thrash through the air. The group is immediately near one, but avoiding the strange, erratic effects for a length of time seems like it will be a challenge.
She relays this information to the rest of the group.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"Should we scout ahead some, to where it once was? To see if there's any forces waiting, or other traps. So we're not walking with a blindfold over our eyes. Especially with all this wild magic around." Loane suggests. Her eyes scan the area, though she sticks around on the teleportation circle.
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Toc nods, "Sounds reasonable. Are you volunteering? I can make someone invisible, and perhaps FinFin can stay on their shoulder, if....she wouldn't be opposed to it...so we can communicate with whomever goes. I can provide rough directions, though, I'll be honest, it'll be a bit of looking for any remnants of land marks...."
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"It sounds like a good plan. I have experience staying out of sight, but if anyone else is eager to look about I won't stop them."
The ever growing document of character concepts can never be too long, can it?
((So... It appears these black, glidings, tentacle like sections are spawning forth the threads?))
"I'm sure FinFin wouldn't mind at all doing more specific scouting," Fianna says, brightly. "Though unless you are turning them invisible as well, they'd just be a floating pseudo dragon... which would be odd." She chuckles for a moment at the thought before continuing. "I could make them invisible myself, but my spell doesn't last long, I'm afraid."
FinFin of course is happy to oblige. Though they'd keep to the air unless Loane (or whoever) is entering a structure or prolonger forest canopy... Swooping down to perch only when needing to communicate.
Toc nods, "I can take care of that. Very well Loane." The elven wizard asks for Loane and FinFin to come close, then he focus' his magic for a moment, and then touches them each in turn. As he touches each of them they vanish.
"We will be a short ways behind you."
Loane begins scouting ahead, while FinFin takes to the air. Loane moves through the rocky terrain, nimbly using multiple leaps off of ledges to bound up difficult stretches while making pretty much no noise. FinFin occasionally catches the site of rocks being disturbed grass pushed aside, or dust puffs that indicates roughly where she is, and stays over her. As she moves for the first few minutes FinFin notes one of the strange moving magical disturbances bouncing around....however it seems to always end up getting closer and closer.
Loane, as you reach high ground and glance around, you also see the strange dark cloud that vanishes, then appears elsewhere...and though it doesn't seem to be moving directly towards you or the group, who you occasionally spot behind you...it does seem to be gradually appearing closer and closer.
After about five minutes of moving through the ruins, FinFin is certain the thing will be appearing near either Loane or the rest of the group sometime in the next minute.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Chen starts looking around for anything that might resemble a window or doorway leading to submerged buildings, or any locations of resort above ground level.
Survival? 24
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Chen begins glancing around. They've only been following Loane for a few minute, but he has seen a few suspicious dark shadowy spots in the ground. He turns and moves towards one, pushing a small shrub aside. Sure enough he sees what appears to be a gap between a bunch of rubble and a wall, that leads to a dark shadowy recess. He figures it goes down maybe ten feet...but otherwise looks like a dead end. Interestingly water has not gathered in here, so the water must have someplace to go, but he doesn't see any passages or obvious person sized exits.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Chen keeps his eyes open for any more such holes, knowing they could be useful if the group need to hide. He will also try to spot any that might go deeper into any buried structure...
Perception: 3
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Fianna is going to keep a Chill Touch readied to unleash towards any of these black cloudy bouncing things that get too close. She's curious how it would react to necrotic spells...
Loane creeps around, despite the invisibility (stealth if needed: 33 ). She pauses, to wait and watch this tendril as it gets close. Losing from the party was a bad idea, and she was curious to see if this thing moved or appeared to be like any creature she has seen or heard of.
Nature?: 20
The ever growing document of character concepts can never be too long, can it?
Honestly, to Loane, these don’t seem entirely like creatures. They seem more like tiny storms of shadow and magic...that seem to be moving and reacting to the world, but not necessarily intelligent.
That said, she watches as one vanishes....then, seemingly teleporting almost 500 feet, it erupts in front of the group. If it isn’t intelligent it’s seems drawn to something about the party. Loane is 80 feet from the disturbance.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group, moving along after Loane sees a sudden eruption of glittering magic and dark shadows appear before them about 40 feet away and 30 feet in the air. What looks like five thrashing and more violent versions of broken threads seem to emerge from within. They don’t seem to have any school of magic associated to them though, just darkness.
The tendrils lash out, extending across the space with ease in a sudden aggressive manner.
roll init.
tendril 11
tendril 12
tendril 14
tendril 20
tendril 3
if you go before all tendrils, then take your action
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Chen initiative: 4 (and that's with advantage!)
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Mirica Initiative 8
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(( Not sure if that would get Fianna a jump on initiative or not?))
Initiative: 17
Initiative: 18