Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
*telepathy 120 feet*
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
*true sight my bad*
*True sight only sees through magical concealment.*
*And also acts as darkvision, but yes. It doesnt make them all knowing*
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Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
"Is it flammable?"
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Tevelin looks out the window, her beak full of lettuce, halibut meat (she never eats poultry), and pretzel bread and nearly chokes. "Quick octopus, tell me what was in that vial!"
Q'ilbrith, who was staring at his friends silhouetted in the sunset peacefully, turns around and sees a bird-woman with what could have been his former neighbors in his mouth. He's understandably a bit startled. "What the...! Who the [1GP] ARE YOU?!?!"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
*telepathy 120 feet*
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
*true sight my bad*
*How?*
*adult saphire dragon, i dont have my book so i could be wrong*
*Adult sapphire dragons only have darkvision and blindsight. Blindsight only has a range of 60 feet, and Norixus is probably at least 30 feet up, so he would have to go within 30 feet of her to see her, since Terlyn is invisible in darkness.*
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
"Is it flammable?"
"Unfortunately no, it's about as flammable as steam, and completely immune to physical attacks. As time churns on, it'll be able to randomly trasmute the properties of its physical material."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
"Is it flammable?"
"Unfortunately no, it's about as flammable as steam, and completely immune to physical attacks. As time churns on, it'll be able to randomly trasmute the properties of its physical material."
"So we basically need some sort of way to suck it up, like a vacuum?"
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*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
*telepathy 120 feet*
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
*true sight my bad*
*How?*
*adult saphire dragon, i dont have my book so i could be wrong*
*Adult sapphire dragons only have darkvision and blindsight. Blindsight only has a range of 60 feet, and Norixus is probably at least 30 feet up, so he would have to go within 30 feet of her to see her, since Terlyn is invisible in darkness.*
*technicalitys, i dont have truesight, though lets say Norixus sees Terlyn*
*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
*telepathy 120 feet*
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
*true sight my bad*
*How?*
*adult saphire dragon, i dont have my book so i could be wrong*
*Adult sapphire dragons only have darkvision and blindsight. Blindsight only has a range of 60 feet, and Norixus is probably at least 30 feet up, so he would have to go within 30 feet of her to see her, since Terlyn is invisible in darkness.*
*technicalitys, i dont have truesight, though lets say Norixus sees Terlyn*
*I'd prefer not, because Norixus has been causing some problems with my plot.*
*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
*telepathy 120 feet*
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
*true sight my bad*
*How?*
*adult saphire dragon, i dont have my book so i could be wrong*
*Adult sapphire dragons only have darkvision and blindsight. Blindsight only has a range of 60 feet, and Norixus is probably at least 30 feet up, so he would have to go within 30 feet of her to see her, since Terlyn is invisible in darkness.*
*technicalitys, i dont have truesight, though lets say Norixus sees Terlyn*
*.... Thats not a technically. Thats ignoring a feature. Without Halfs explicit permission, Terlyn is unseen*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
"Is it flammable?"
"Unfortunately no, it's about as flammable as steam, and completely immune to physical attacks. As time churns on, it'll be able to randomly trasmute the properties of its physical material."
"So we basically need some sort of way to suck it up, like a vacuum?"
*there is a saphire dragon that could help, he's not near the tavern rn though*
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
"Is it flammable?"
"Unfortunately no, it's about as flammable as steam, and completely immune to physical attacks. As time churns on, it'll be able to randomly trasmute the properties of its physical material."
"So we basically need some sort of way to suck it up, like a vacuum?"
"Yes, and ensure none of it comes out of any more of the portals. I could probably make a vacuum-suction-projecting vial out of some material that can contain it, but it would require more research on my part. That vial I threw into the firmament was a stasis vial, something I came across in my travels that I thought I might try, it worked, but its the only one I had, and I have no idea where to get more."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
*telepathy 120 feet*
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
*true sight my bad*
*How?*
*adult saphire dragon, i dont have my book so i could be wrong*
*Adult sapphire dragons only have darkvision and blindsight. Blindsight only has a range of 60 feet, and Norixus is probably at least 30 feet up, so he would have to go within 30 feet of her to see her, since Terlyn is invisible in darkness.*
*technicalitys, i dont have truesight, though lets say Norixus sees Terlyn*
*I'd prefer not, because Norixus has been causing some problems with my plot.*
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
"Is it flammable?"
"Unfortunately no, it's about as flammable as steam, and completely immune to physical attacks. As time churns on, it'll be able to randomly trasmute the properties of its physical material."
"So we basically need some sort of way to suck it up, like a vacuum?"
"Yes, and ensure none of it comes out of any more of the portals. I could probably make a vacuum-suction-projecting vial out of some material that can contain it, but it would require more research on my part. That vial I threw into the firmament was a stasis vial, something I came across in my travels that I thought I might try, it worked, but its the only one I had, and I have no idea where to get more."
"Ah, crap. Well, lets at least get back to the tavern before it so we can warn everyone there."
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Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
"Is it flammable?"
"Unfortunately no, it's about as flammable as steam, and completely immune to physical attacks. As time churns on, it'll be able to randomly trasmute the properties of its physical material."
"So we basically need some sort of way to suck it up, like a vacuum?"
"Yes, and ensure none of it comes out of any more of the portals. I could probably make a vacuum-suction-projecting vial out of some material that can contain it, but it would require more research on my part. That vial I threw into the firmament was a stasis vial, something I came across in my travels that I thought I might try, it worked, but its the only one I had, and I have no idea where to get more."
"Ah, crap. Well, lets at least get back to the tavern before it so we can warn everyone there."
"Yes, we'd better, but it won't be able to hurt anyone until the catalyst comes into play, after which it will coalesce into some being yet-unknown form and start wreaking transformational havoc on everybody in the tavern."
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Nerima looked over, the rabbit stayed where it was, nibbling on some grass. "I no scare it. We talking."
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"Not a chance," he says, dusting off his hands and sighing, beginning to walk back to the Tavern. "That mist is a living force, and it's too large to contain. If we tried, it would split itself into smaller pieces and reform, probably giving us a nasty electrical shock in the process. I was only able to contain that little piece because it was distracted by ... distracted by what it was doing. We can't contain it, we'll have to destroy it. And until I find out a way to do that, there's nothing else we can do."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*And also acts as darkvision, but yes. It doesnt make them all knowing*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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"Is it flammable?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*adult saphire dragon, i dont have my book so i could be wrong*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*No, it would work, but I'm worried about how he has it.*
Q'ilbrith, who was staring at his friends silhouetted in the sunset peacefully, turns around and sees a bird-woman with what could have been his former neighbors in his mouth. He's understandably a bit startled. "What the...! Who the [1GP] ARE YOU?!?!"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Adult sapphire dragons only have darkvision and blindsight. Blindsight only has a range of 60 feet, and Norixus is probably at least 30 feet up, so he would have to go within 30 feet of her to see her, since Terlyn is invisible in darkness.*
"Unfortunately no, it's about as flammable as steam, and completely immune to physical attacks. As time churns on, it'll be able to randomly trasmute the properties of its physical material."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"So we basically need some sort of way to suck it up, like a vacuum?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*technicalitys, i dont have truesight, though lets say Norixus sees Terlyn*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*I'd prefer not, because Norixus has been causing some problems with my plot.*
*.... Thats not a technically. Thats ignoring a feature. Without Halfs explicit permission, Terlyn is unseen*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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*there is a saphire dragon that could help, he's not near the tavern rn though*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*And yeah, no permission. This messes up some of plans.*
"Yes, and ensure none of it comes out of any more of the portals. I could probably make a vacuum-suction-projecting vial out of some material that can contain it, but it would require more research on my part. That vial I threw into the firmament was a stasis vial, something I came across in my travels that I thought I might try, it worked, but its the only one I had, and I have no idea where to get more."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*fine, hes just sorry for scaring Terlyn*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Ah, crap. Well, lets at least get back to the tavern before it so we can warn everyone there."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*no problem, Norixus just wants to say sorry to Terlyn*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Yes, we'd better, but it won't be able to hurt anyone until the catalyst comes into play, after which it will coalesce into some being yet-unknown form and start wreaking transformational havoc on everybody in the tavern."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"