You wake up on the floor of a large, airy room with polished oak floors and a high vaulted ceiling. The walls are lined with shelves that hold a huge number of books, as well as an array of timekeeping devices – hourglasses, sundials, candles, etc. Tall windows let in bright sunlight and show a view of wild mountain peaks. However, as you look around you notice signs of fighting. Some shelves are cloven in two by enormous slashes, others are scorched and blackened as if exposed to an intense fire. Torn pages litter the floor and shattered glass twinkles among the piles of sand that used to be hourglasses, while the slumped forms of humanoids wearing bloodstained robes lie against walls or sprawl on the floor. An incredibly tall, well-muscled humanoid with lustrous green skin is sitting on the floor within a ring of arcane sigils. He is clutching at a deep wound in his side and torn white wings hang limply from his back.
In a deep, resonant voice the being says... "I am Ahmzael, a Planetar – a type of angel – of Oghma..." He gasps as he holds his side. "What is the last thing you remember?"
The red-haired gnome sat up, her hair falling out of the braid it normally was restrained in, eyes wide as she takes in the area. "Um... Did I go to haidies then?" She asks herself. She gingerly gets to her feet, hands moving down to straighten the wizards robe she has on, eyes always moving as she takes in the room. when the being speaks she would frown and consider the question. What was the last thing she remembered? She remembered her friends, more family than friends by this point, going into the lair of that gods-cursed black dragon, and she remembered the last moment there, when all was surely lost, so she had hurled the most powerful spell she had into the beast's craw.
"I remember hurling a meteor swarm directly into that blasted dragon's lair." Saralyssa speaks in answer finally. "Do you know if my companions survived?" She doubted very much if the dragon had, and had used her knowledge of the evoker's arts to keep the spell from harming those she cared about, so felt fairly sure they would be ok. She wanted a confirmation though, if it were possible to get one.
Ralph the dark skinned and cleanly shaven head, but fully bearded gnome awakes with a deep and horrifying scream. Catapulting himself upright he brings his hands to his face, only to be slapped and slurped with a tentacle where his right arm should be. Letting out another yell, he begins to pat his chest a feel the horrible tan leather armor stitched around his torso. “Those eyes..... those yellow eyes. Damn freak must have done this to me!”
In the room one of the few moving figures is a tall but thin man that looks as if he has slight features of a snake. His eyes are dark green and slitted, contrasting with his pale skin and charcoal black hair. His clothing is dark colored but made of a thin material that allows for ease of movement and so that it would breath. Over this he wore a cloak with a deep hood and well worn studded leather armor. On his back he carries a quicker and longbow that is covered in sigils that show its magical nature. At his side he has a rapier and two daggers.
Iorythas groans as he looks around slowly, looking at his surroundings as if was surprised to see anything other then the blackness that had surrounded him after the Lich had blasted him with a spell. As he gets to his feet he makes sure to pull his hood up to cover his visage, reptilian eyes scanning the rest of the room slowly until his eyes land on the planetar.
"I remember nothing more then blackness surrounding me after being hit with a strange magic... The much that my friends and I hunted down managed to kill me I would think but perhaps it was some sort of portal to take me out of the fight..." Iorthas mutters as he looks at the gnome that had woken just before him.
"We were fighting the Queen of Shadows, Mistress of Secrets, Sul Khatesh herself. She struggles against the binding of the Silver Flame and moves to come forth into the waking world. If she succeeds the world...my world...is doomed. Ahmzael, if it is within your power you must return me to my allies that I might rejoin the battle. Hundreds of millions are relying upon it."
The silver and bronze warforged rises from his prone position, his large form towering over the two gnomes. Blue gemstone eyes scan over the debris of the room before coming to rest on the planetar. "You are injured. Do you require assistance? I am unfamiliar with the biology of planetars, but I could likely construct a device that would heal at least some of your wounds before losing its driving power."
P1NN4CL3 pulls a set of smith's tools from his belt and prepares to construct such a device if the request is made.
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Real rises from the ground and looks around. "Is this a heaven? I have fought a fight for the good and I remember near defeat." He holds his staff and his shield high. "I am not an easy man to kill and yet here I am on the other side of death. How do we proceed from here? What terrors await? What trials to win? I am not scared to continue my quests for understanding and right." He is a Half-elf with brown short hair,balding at the top. He has a cloak of blue and black billowing around him and beautiful adamantine armor glistens beneath it like glass. He is confident and ready for whatever this place has to offer.
Real gets adjusted more to the surroundings and looks at Ahmzael directly and says "Tona, Tona the Barbarian of Gainywen, I was fighting Tona. Victory was so close I could feel it as I have felt it so many times before but it turned into a breeze rather than a triumph and now I am here. What is our quest. You are dying it seems." Real looks around in wonder at the obvious battle and the others who are joining them.
Another figure stirs at the words and rises to their feet, as he rises you can hear armor plate rubbing against each other under his golden vestments, the symbol of Lathander clearly visible on both his garments and shield, he uses the staff he holds to help push himself to his feet. When he looks around at the others you see pale skin and even paler hair and golden eyes that almost seem to glow, you also notice that his features are vaguely similar to those of the green figure, distinctly inhuman. He holds himself ready for a fight for a moment, before looking around and relaxing slightly, but still on alert, "I stood in the Abyss and faced down one of the foul masters of that accursed place, giving my life so the Morninglords could seal the portal behind me..." he'll look down and check to make sure he's intact and alive, "By Lathander's grace it seems I yet live. My apologies sir Ahmzael, our Lord's are allies, how may I assist you?"
You see a red dragonborn with yellow eyes look around him. He has several tools adorning his belt and various gadgets equipped all over. He checks himself for injuries then checks his gear. He begins talking to himself.
"Damn it I knew I needed a countermeasure in case my magic failed. How could I be so careless?"
He looks around at the various persons surrounding him until his eyes settle on Ahmzael.
"My name is Arturan and all I remember is that my magic stopped working while I was flying and I began plummeting towards the earth. I braced myself for death, yet I live? What is going on here? Did we win the war? I need to head back to my troops."
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Bjorn has seen many battle fields and many wounded people, and this is clearly a battle field. He sees that Ahmzael is in need of medical care and casts bless. "This should help if you start to slip away. Where is my personal doctor!" Bjorn calls. "See to it that this man is cared for." He doesn't know who's side this man is on, but he does appear to be the only witness of what happened. And in war, information is everything. "Ahmzael, don't worry about what I saw. Who injured you? What happened here? Was this the work of a dragon?" Bjorn looks around the room to see if the time pieces indicate a consistent time. Perhaps the broken ones indicate the time of the attack. Investigation16
"Very good." The angel says in satisfaction. He glances to you all. "Do not waste your magics on me, nothing you do now will change my fate." He sighs as he adjusts his position slightly. "I have used forbidden magic to pull you all, from the instant of your demise, to this place. Even such as I cannot use Chronomancy without suffering some fallout from doing so." He glances to each of you in turn. "I am channeling this spell even as we speak, and it will only keep you in this current timestream as long as I continue doing that. Once I am done you will return to the moment of your demise, and I am afraid that there is nothing that can stop that from happening. At that point I too will cease to be, the use of this magic is forbidden and I will be completely destroyed, no chance of an afterlife after this." He looks truly pained at this for a long moment, then his resolve returns.
"I ask that you aid me, to save all of creation." His words echo in the room as his force of will reasserts itself again. For this sacrifice I will grant you any one boone that is within my power. I can bless your descendents, create statues in your honor, or do anything else of that magnitude..." He pauses then holds up a scarred hand. "Let me explain the situation before you speak..."
The angel will reveal the following information:
. This is a mountaintop shrine to Oghma, where high-ranking Clerics and Celestials study history and Chronomancy. . A few hours ago the shrine was attacked by a former friend of Ahmzael’s – a Solar named Tempani. She is one of the 24 most powerful angels in creation and is at the forefront of staving off incursions from the Far Realms. . She appeared at the shrine unannounced, accompanied with dozens of lesser angels. Her blazing sword was stained an inky black and her magnificent robes were stained and torn. From the moment he saw her, eyes Ahmzael knew that madness had overcome her. . Tempani and her angels demanded that the shrine’s inhabitants turn over all they knew about Chronomancy and assist her in a project that she claimed would ‘prevent the Far Realms from destroying everything’. However, Ahmzael fears that her plans will likely cause huge damage to the world, or render it completely unrecognisable as timelines change and paradoxes are erased. . When they refused, she killed all those who opposed her, taking what she wanted and abducting those that possessed skills she needed. She fought Ahmzael herself, cutting him down with her greatsword and leaving him for dead. . He believes that Tempani has retreated to a temple devoted to studying the Far Realms, based in the Underdark. There is a teleportation circle set up that he can send them to. He will beg the party to defeat his old friend and stop her mad plans. If they fail, everything they worked for throughout their lives will be for naught.
Real approaches and asks a few questions. "So I detect that this is not heaven?" He pauses and looks around to assess the situation and take in the apparent assignment. "How soon will you want us to go through the portal? Does it need to happen immediately? Or do we have some time to prepare?" Again he pauses and listens.
Iorythas listens closely to what th angel has to say. He he does so the Yuan Ti looks less and less enthused as he learns that despite seemingly being saved from his death he would still have to suffer through it on way or another. As he hears more though his face shifts to a more neutral expression. He slowly nods and reaches for the rapier on his hip to hold onto something physical.
"I know little of gods aside from the dark onee worshipped by my people. Some I knew spoke of their more benevolent ones so I had a vague idea of what they claimed happened after death. It seems that if such as you say is true perhaps I may find a similar place to go when I return from this to my death. My only wish for a reward though is to know the fate of my companions."
Real approaches and asks a few questions. "So I detect that this is not heaven?" He pauses and looks around to assess the situation and take in the apparent assignment. "How soon will you want us to go through the portal? Does it need to happen immediately? Or do we have some time to prepare?" Again he pauses and listens.
"This moment is outside of the stream of time." The angel reveals. "You have a few moments now to do things if you wish to do them, but I would wait to summon any helpers you have in mind until you are closer to the temple. my spell will put you on the edge of a lake, you will need to cross that water to get to the temple itself."
Iorythas listens closely to what th angel has to say. He he does so the Yuan Ti looks less and less enthused as he learns that despite seemingly being saved from his death he would still have to suffer through it on way or another. As he hears more though his face shifts to a more neutral expression. He slowly nods and reaches for the rapier on his hip to hold onto something physical.
"I know little of gods gsjde from the dark ones that were worshipped by my people. Some I knew spoke of their more benevolent ones so I had a vague idea of what they claimed happened after death. It seems that if such as you say is true perhaps I may find a similar place to go when I return from this to my death. My only wish for a reward though is to know the fate of my companions.
The angel's eyes grow distant for a long moment. "Your companions defeat the undead creature, your sacrifice distracting the being so that one of your companions was able to strike it down."
"I have no descendants left to be blessed." Saralyssa speaks up, tucking her flaming red braid behind her shoulder. "So I would ask that a statue of me be placed in every temple to Oghma there is, with an inscription that says... Saralyssa Lorridan Adredar, destroyer of Daurgothoth, the evilest of dragons."
The angel gives the red-haired gnome a nod. "So mote it be." He says in response.
"It is unfortunate that our fates now appear to be preordained, but if indeed Tempani has been corrupted by creatures of the far realm then this mission is of just as much importance as the one I was embarked upon and dying for when summoned here. It seems time is of the essence, which will likely preclude me from constructing a new defender companion to replace the one left behind. Do you have the ability to pull my construct through time the way you pulled us? Without it my capabilities are significantly curtailed.
As for reward, I have no family and no need for legacy or statuary after my death. But if anything remains of my physical form after my demise, can you weave the threads to ensure that my remains are donated to the Library of Korranberg? The Rock Gnome Lohn Ender has been doing some interesting research into the origins of the warforged, and with my remains he may be able to create new members of my species."
"It is unfortunate that our fates now appear to be preordained, but if indeed Tempani has been corrupted by creatures of the far realm then this mission is of just as much importance as the one I was embarked upon and dying for when summoned here. It seems time is of the essence, which will likely preclude me from constructing a new defender companion to replace the one left behind. Do you have the ability to pull my construct through time the way you pulled us? Without it my capabilities are significantly curtailed.
As for reward, I have no family and no need for legacy or statuary after my death. But if anything remains of my physical form after my demise, can you weave the threads to ensure that my remains are donated to the Library of Korranberg? The Rock Gnome Lohn Ender has been doing some interesting research into the origins of the warforged, and with my remains he may be able to create new members of my species."
"I cannot bring forth the servant you had before, but you can craft a new one with the tools at your side." The angel says with a nod to the warforge's smith's tools. "Take a moment now and do so if you wish to."
"For the other..." he considers it a long moment. "I can make sure your frame is delivered to where you wish it."
Pinnacle immediately sets to work piecing together a strange construct of metal, wood, and cloth. After a few minutes the strange form of a panther made of overlapping metal plates seems to emerge. From tip to tail it is about 4 feet long and stands approximately 3 feet high. The creature, if you can call it that, is eerily silent with the exception of soft clicking and scraping noises as it moves.
As a final touch Pinnacle straps a belt across the middle of the defender's waist, which seems to enhance its already powerful form in some way.
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Real addresses Amhzael again "I am most grateful for this opportunity. I hope we will do justice to the cause at hand. My only request would be to add my name to yours as a faithful leiutenant in your service if we are successful." Real bows. He will then spend just enough time to first ritually summon and then dismiss to a pocket dimension his faithful owl known as Clay
You wake up on the floor of a large, airy room with polished oak floors and a high vaulted ceiling. The walls are lined with shelves that hold a huge number of books, as well as an array of timekeeping devices – hourglasses, sundials, candles, etc. Tall windows let in bright sunlight and show a view of wild mountain peaks. However, as you look around you notice signs of fighting. Some shelves are cloven in two by enormous slashes, others are scorched and blackened as if exposed to an intense fire. Torn pages litter the floor and shattered glass twinkles among the piles of sand that used to be hourglasses, while the slumped forms of humanoids wearing bloodstained robes lie against walls or sprawl on the floor. An incredibly tall, well-muscled humanoid with lustrous green skin is sitting on the floor within a ring of arcane sigils. He is clutching at a deep wound in his side and torn white wings hang limply from his back.
In a deep, resonant voice the being says...
"I am Ahmzael, a Planetar – a type of angel – of Oghma..." He gasps as he holds his side. "What is the last thing you remember?"
The red-haired gnome sat up, her hair falling out of the braid it normally was restrained in, eyes wide as she takes in the area. "Um... Did I go to haidies then?" She asks herself. She gingerly gets to her feet, hands moving down to straighten the wizards robe she has on, eyes always moving as she takes in the room. when the being speaks she would frown and consider the question. What was the last thing she remembered? She remembered her friends, more family than friends by this point, going into the lair of that gods-cursed black dragon, and she remembered the last moment there, when all was surely lost, so she had hurled the most powerful spell she had into the beast's craw.
"I remember hurling a meteor swarm directly into that blasted dragon's lair." Saralyssa speaks in answer finally. "Do you know if my companions survived?" She doubted very much if the dragon had, and had used her knowledge of the evoker's arts to keep the spell from harming those she cared about, so felt fairly sure they would be ok. She wanted a confirmation though, if it were possible to get one.
Ralph the dark skinned and cleanly shaven head, but fully bearded gnome awakes with a deep and horrifying scream. Catapulting himself upright he brings his hands to his face, only to be slapped and slurped with a tentacle where his right arm should be. Letting out another yell, he begins to pat his chest a feel the horrible tan leather armor stitched around his torso. “Those eyes..... those yellow eyes. Damn freak must have done this to me!”
In the room one of the few moving figures is a tall but thin man that looks as if he has slight features of a snake. His eyes are dark green and slitted, contrasting with his pale skin and charcoal black hair. His clothing is dark colored but made of a thin material that allows for ease of movement and so that it would breath. Over this he wore a cloak with a deep hood and well worn studded leather armor. On his back he carries a quicker and longbow that is covered in sigils that show its magical nature. At his side he has a rapier and two daggers.
Iorythas groans as he looks around slowly, looking at his surroundings as if was surprised to see anything other then the blackness that had surrounded him after the Lich had blasted him with a spell. As he gets to his feet he makes sure to pull his hood up to cover his visage, reptilian eyes scanning the rest of the room slowly until his eyes land on the planetar.
"I remember nothing more then blackness surrounding me after being hit with a strange magic... The much that my friends and I hunted down managed to kill me I would think but perhaps it was some sort of portal to take me out of the fight..." Iorthas mutters as he looks at the gnome that had woken just before him.
"We were fighting the Queen of Shadows, Mistress of Secrets, Sul Khatesh herself. She struggles against the binding of the Silver Flame and moves to come forth into the waking world. If she succeeds the world...my world...is doomed. Ahmzael, if it is within your power you must return me to my allies that I might rejoin the battle. Hundreds of millions are relying upon it."
The silver and bronze warforged rises from his prone position, his large form towering over the two gnomes. Blue gemstone eyes scan over the debris of the room before coming to rest on the planetar. "You are injured. Do you require assistance? I am unfamiliar with the biology of planetars, but I could likely construct a device that would heal at least some of your wounds before losing its driving power."
P1NN4CL3 pulls a set of smith's tools from his belt and prepares to construct such a device if the request is made.
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Real rises from the ground and looks around. "Is this a heaven? I have fought a fight for the good and I remember near defeat." He holds his staff and his shield high. "I am not an easy man to kill and yet here I am on the other side of death. How do we proceed from here? What terrors await? What trials to win? I am not scared to continue my quests for understanding and right." He is a Half-elf with brown short hair,balding at the top. He has a cloak of blue and black billowing around him and beautiful adamantine armor glistens beneath it like glass. He is confident and ready for whatever this place has to offer.
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Real gets adjusted more to the surroundings and looks at Ahmzael directly and says "Tona, Tona the Barbarian of Gainywen, I was fighting Tona. Victory was so close I could feel it as I have felt it so many times before but it turned into a breeze rather than a triumph and now I am here. What is our quest. You are dying it seems." Real looks around in wonder at the obvious battle and the others who are joining them.
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Another figure stirs at the words and rises to their feet, as he rises you can hear armor plate rubbing against each other under his golden vestments, the symbol of Lathander clearly visible on both his garments and shield, he uses the staff he holds to help push himself to his feet. When he looks around at the others you see pale skin and even paler hair and golden eyes that almost seem to glow, you also notice that his features are vaguely similar to those of the green figure, distinctly inhuman. He holds himself ready for a fight for a moment, before looking around and relaxing slightly, but still on alert, "I stood in the Abyss and faced down one of the foul masters of that accursed place, giving my life so the Morninglords could seal the portal behind me..." he'll look down and check to make sure he's intact and alive, "By Lathander's grace it seems I yet live. My apologies sir Ahmzael, our Lord's are allies, how may I assist you?"
You see a red dragonborn with yellow eyes look around him. He has several tools adorning his belt and various gadgets equipped all over. He checks himself for injuries then checks his gear. He begins talking to himself.
"Damn it I knew I needed a countermeasure in case my magic failed. How could I be so careless?"
He looks around at the various persons surrounding him until his eyes settle on Ahmzael.
"My name is Arturan and all I remember is that my magic stopped working while I was flying and I began plummeting towards the earth. I braced myself for death, yet I live? What is going on here? Did we win the war? I need to head back to my troops."
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Bjorn has seen many battle fields and many wounded people, and this is clearly a battle field. He sees that Ahmzael is in need of medical care and casts bless. "This should help if you start to slip away. Where is my personal doctor!" Bjorn calls. "See to it that this man is cared for." He doesn't know who's side this man is on, but he does appear to be the only witness of what happened. And in war, information is everything. "Ahmzael, don't worry about what I saw. Who injured you? What happened here? Was this the work of a dragon?" Bjorn looks around the room to see if the time pieces indicate a consistent time. Perhaps the broken ones indicate the time of the attack. Investigation 16
"Very good." The angel says in satisfaction. He glances to you all. "Do not waste your magics on me, nothing you do now will change my fate." He sighs as he adjusts his position slightly. "I have used forbidden magic to pull you all, from the instant of your demise, to this place. Even such as I cannot use Chronomancy without suffering some fallout from doing so." He glances to each of you in turn. "I am channeling this spell even as we speak, and it will only keep you in this current timestream as long as I continue doing that. Once I am done you will return to the moment of your demise, and I am afraid that there is nothing that can stop that from happening. At that point I too will cease to be, the use of this magic is forbidden and I will be completely destroyed, no chance of an afterlife after this." He looks truly pained at this for a long moment, then his resolve returns.
"I ask that you aid me, to save all of creation." His words echo in the room as his force of will reasserts itself again. For this sacrifice I will grant you any one boone that is within my power. I can bless your descendents, create statues in your honor, or do anything else of that magnitude..." He pauses then holds up a scarred hand. "Let me explain the situation before you speak..."
The angel will reveal the following information:
. This is a mountaintop shrine to Oghma, where high-ranking Clerics and Celestials study history and Chronomancy.
. A few hours ago the shrine was attacked by a former friend of Ahmzael’s – a Solar named Tempani. She is one of the 24 most powerful angels in creation and is at the forefront of staving off incursions from the Far Realms.
. She appeared at the shrine unannounced, accompanied with dozens of lesser angels. Her blazing sword was stained an inky black and her magnificent robes were stained and torn. From the moment he saw her, eyes Ahmzael knew that madness had overcome her.
. Tempani and her angels demanded that the shrine’s inhabitants turn over all they knew about Chronomancy and assist her in a project that she claimed would ‘prevent the Far Realms from destroying everything’. However, Ahmzael fears that her plans will likely cause huge damage to the world, or render it completely unrecognisable as timelines change and paradoxes are erased.
. When they refused, she killed all those who opposed her, taking what she wanted and abducting those that possessed skills she needed. She fought Ahmzael herself, cutting him down with her greatsword and leaving him for dead.
. He believes that Tempani has retreated to a temple devoted to studying the Far Realms, based in the Underdark. There is a teleportation circle set up that he can send them to. He will beg the party to defeat his old friend and stop her mad plans. If they fail, everything they worked for throughout their lives will be for naught.
Real approaches and asks a few questions. "So I detect that this is not heaven?" He pauses and looks around to assess the situation and take in the apparent assignment. "How soon will you want us to go through the portal? Does it need to happen immediately? Or do we have some time to prepare?" Again he pauses and listens.
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Iorythas listens closely to what th angel has to say. He he does so the Yuan Ti looks less and less enthused as he learns that despite seemingly being saved from his death he would still have to suffer through it on way or another. As he hears more though his face shifts to a more neutral expression. He slowly nods and reaches for the rapier on his hip to hold onto something physical.
"I know little of gods aside from the dark onee worshipped by my people. Some I knew spoke of their more benevolent ones so I had a vague idea of what they claimed happened after death. It seems that if such as you say is true perhaps I may find a similar place to go when I return from this to my death. My only wish for a reward though is to know the fate of my companions."
"This moment is outside of the stream of time." The angel reveals. "You have a few moments now to do things if you wish to do them, but I would wait to summon any helpers you have in mind until you are closer to the temple. my spell will put you on the edge of a lake, you will need to cross that water to get to the temple itself."
The angel's eyes grow distant for a long moment. "Your companions defeat the undead creature, your sacrifice distracting the being so that one of your companions was able to strike it down."
"I have no descendants left to be blessed." Saralyssa speaks up, tucking her flaming red braid behind her shoulder. "So I would ask that a statue of me be placed in every temple to Oghma there is, with an inscription that says... Saralyssa Lorridan Adredar, destroyer of Daurgothoth, the evilest of dragons."
The angel gives the red-haired gnome a nod. "So mote it be." He says in response.
"It is unfortunate that our fates now appear to be preordained, but if indeed Tempani has been corrupted by creatures of the far realm then this mission is of just as much importance as the one I was embarked upon and dying for when summoned here. It seems time is of the essence, which will likely preclude me from constructing a new defender companion to replace the one left behind. Do you have the ability to pull my construct through time the way you pulled us? Without it my capabilities are significantly curtailed.
As for reward, I have no family and no need for legacy or statuary after my death. But if anything remains of my physical form after my demise, can you weave the threads to ensure that my remains are donated to the Library of Korranberg? The Rock Gnome Lohn Ender has been doing some interesting research into the origins of the warforged, and with my remains he may be able to create new members of my species."
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"I cannot bring forth the servant you had before, but you can craft a new one with the tools at your side." The angel says with a nod to the warforge's smith's tools. "Take a moment now and do so if you wish to."
"For the other..." he considers it a long moment. "I can make sure your frame is delivered to where you wish it."
"Good to know that we have time for that."
Pinnacle immediately sets to work piecing together a strange construct of metal, wood, and cloth. After a few minutes the strange form of a panther made of overlapping metal plates seems to emerge. From tip to tail it is about 4 feet long and stands approximately 3 feet high. The creature, if you can call it that, is eerily silent with the exception of soft clicking and scraping noises as it moves.
As a final touch Pinnacle straps a belt across the middle of the defender's waist, which seems to enhance its already powerful form in some way.
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Real addresses Amhzael again "I am most grateful for this opportunity. I hope we will do justice to the cause at hand. My only request would be to add my name to yours as a faithful leiutenant in your service if we are successful." Real bows. He will then spend just enough time to first ritually summon and then dismiss to a pocket dimension his faithful owl known as Clay
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