Kezzolan is seated in the foyer, tracing sigils in the air. The winds are beginning to pick up around him.
Lonely is watching them, sitting on one of the walls, as if they shifted gravity to the side. The wall around them in slowly turning grey and black.
A few bolts of lightning crackle in the air. One lances down and strikes at Lonely (Dex save).
*i should probably get to making a statblock for Lonely’s avatar... Right now I’ll just use their original statistics*
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*Cool, cool.* The lightning bolt strikes Lonely and deals 20 lightning damage. Kezzolan mouths a wordless apology.
Lonely’s skin becomes charcoal black and shadowy, as if actually made of darkness. Their hair forms into a mess of tendrils with many bright yellow eyes, as they turn to Kezzolan, angry.
”Hey, what was that for?” They yell, hopping off the wall onto the ground, their shadowy corruption spreading in spiraling patterns.
Kezzolan waves his hands and stops the ritual. He looks mildly embarrassed. “My bad. I was testing something new, but it got a little, ah, out of control. Dreadfully sorry.”
“Just be me more careful next time…” they grumble as they shift back to their human form.
”what are you, anyways? You look like one of those things my big sister always got annoyed about cuz they kept trying to steal her snickerdoodle recipes.”
“Ah, Acheron! That’s what you all call it!” Kezzolan chuckles. “Aye. It runs through the Underworld, Carceri, the Shadowfell, and a foul hellscape called the American Midwest. ‘Tis a dangerous land, no doubt about it.”
“Yep! It’s faster than walking. More efficient.”
Lonely is watching them, sitting on one of the walls, as if they shifted gravity to the side. The wall around them in slowly turning grey and black.
A few bolts of lightning crackle in the air. One lances down and strikes at Lonely (Dex save).
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*i should probably get to making a statblock for Lonely’s avatar... Right now I’ll just use their original statistics*
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*Cool, cool.* The lightning bolt strikes Lonely and deals 19 lightning damage. Kezzolan mouths a wordless apology.
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Lonely’s skin becomes charcoal black and shadowy, as if actually made of darkness. Their hair forms into a mess of tendrils with many bright yellow eyes, as they turn to Kezzolan, angry.
”Hey, what was that for?” They yell, hopping off the wall onto the ground, their shadowy corruption spreading in spiraling patterns.
Kezzolan waves his hands and stops the ritual. He looks mildly embarrassed. “My bad. I was testing something new, but it got a little, ah, out of control. Dreadfully sorry.”
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“Just be me more careful next time…” they grumble as they shift back to their human form.
”what are you, anyways? You look like one of those things my big sister always got annoyed about cuz they kept trying to steal her snickerdoodle recipes.”
He smiles. “Ah, yes, the nothics. Always searching for secrets, we are. No doubt your recipe was an enticing one.”
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“Yeah, they’re good. She’d never tell me how she makes them, and she smites any mortals who try to figure it out.”
“Unfortunate for them, I suppose. Is your big sister a goddess, or just an angel with an overinflated ego?”
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“Dark power, she’s one of the ruling forces in the shadowfell.”
“Ooooh, interesting. Lovely place, in my own opinion. The Shadowfell tends to get a bad rap, and it’s not entirely deserved.”
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“Yep! Besides some of the Darklords, it’s a pretty fun place. Especially the palace.”
“The Palace? Never been there before. Heard it’s terrifying, ‘course, but my children are prone to exaggeration. It’s a curse.”
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“Yep, palace of Night Terrors. The river Styx, Phlegethon, Lethe, Archeron, and Cocytus all lead to it.”
“Hm. Isn’t the Mississippi River in there too? Filthy, slimy, full of cursed souls and nightmarish beasts? Or am I thinking of something else?”
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“Oh, is that what you guys call the Archeron? It’s sorrow in liquid form. Sounds like what you just described.”
*this is canon now: the Mississippi is just the material plane name for the River Archeron.*
“Ah, Acheron! That’s what you all call it!” Kezzolan chuckles. “Aye. It runs through the Underworld, Carceri, the Shadowfell, and a foul hellscape called the American Midwest. ‘Tis a dangerous land, no doubt about it.”
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“Huh, never really knew where all the rivers started. But they all end at the palace. They flow into the utterdark. Pure abyss.”