The Dragon Reborn

Game Master DEWN MOU'TAIN

"Whats happening to me" Vala asks as she looks at everyone a look of fear on her face.

Litheene looks at Ryvin confused for a moment, but then turns back to Vala. Trying to understand what is going on with her.

Heal:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

She, has a baby? I don't delve anything wrong with it, but how did it suddenly get so ... developed?

"Time," Ryvin says. "Somehow, time started getting... manky once we got down here. Vala just copped a load of time, looks like. That, or something else is happening. I don't know whether this is something happening to the Pattern or something of saidin, but it has to do with time."

All this is utter madness

I don't know if I can fight well like this.Vala says as she looks at her armor and shakes her head.

However we need to free these peopleShe says as she gets up with a groan. She wasn't used to all this coming on her so fast.

Keelix picks up pieces of Vala's armor and begins making adjustments to the arming straps to allow her to still benefit from its protection. After a few moments he looks at her and speaks quietly, "I am no arming squire, but I will help you get these to fit properly if you would like."

Stephen will assist Keelix in order to strap on vala's armor.

" Damn The Dark One and his Bloody minions" she spat as she looked at the others.This was madness and she knew it. She looked to them and sighed.

"Next time we get to the surface I will need to do a bit of smithing"she says as she growls trying to get back to her feet.

" Damn The Dark One and his Bloody minions" she spat as she looked at the others.This was madness and she knew it. She looked to them and sighed.

"Next time we get to the surface I will need to do a bit of smithing"she says as she growls trying to get back to her feet.

Sorry, thought she stood already.

Seeing her struggle to rise, Keelix transfers the armor pieces to his left hand and holds the right out to her without a word.

This is such a mess. We can't wander here anymore without taking time to think

Litheene looks on as Vala is refitted with her armor. Then casts a gaze at each of her companion in turn. This place is out of control. I suggest we consolidate what we have, the people we managed to free so far, and learn more before we attempt returning, or doing something in general. Unless anyone has objections, I say we go back and travel out of here

"The breeding chamber," Ryvin says, a haunted look in her eyes. "It... hurts, the idea of leaving anyone to that. Can't we dart in and out real quick?"

As you all worry over Vala and her new condition, a strange yellow light begins to emit from the floor 10 feet in front of you. Strange symbols begin to be etched into air itself, the images moving so fast that they appear to solid. a strange outline, like a column, appear in the air, from floor to ceiling. The symbols line up at regular bands across the width of the surface. The light, pulsing with an inner energy, begins to pick up speed, flashing and pulsing as if it is trying to maintain its form.
With each pulse, a subtle, but slowly growing form begins to take shape. At first it is indistinct in what you see, until the outline of a head appears. As the head grows a neck and shoulders, another form begins to grow. and yet another. soon 5 shapes are being formed right in front of you. Unsure of what is going on, and yet not willing to put vala in any more danger, you all take up your fighting stances, willing to strike at the merest sign of threat.

With a brilliant flash of light that blinds everyone momentarily, you blink and are utterly shocked to see the missing companions, the ones you fought along side in Lord Jareems house, standing in front of you.

there, that should be a nice transition for the other group to flow into

Ryvin blinks -- and a wide smile grows on her face. A happy shriek fills the air. "Too much became just enough!" the Wilder declares as she performs and impromptu dance in place.

Alathea gasps as the grand city disappears before her eyes, and the desolate ruins before her appear even more bleak in comparison. But thankfully, her companions still surround her, and most importantly, she still holds onto Kodokura's arm. As long as I have him, I can lose everything else in this world.

Alathea listens to the old man's explanation. Much of it is beyond her--Vania Sedai's instructions on such matters had hardly been her strength back in the White Tower--but the Portal Stone confirms what her companions have theorized about this place. But despite her confusion at his explanations, his prophecies catch her full attention--especially the one involving her. Even after her rejection of the White Tower back in the basement of Jareen's palace, his words that her fate will not be with the Tower stings. But mother to the Dragon! How can this be? The Dragon has already been born! Despite the speed that her mind is racing, it takes a moment for the old man's words to fully register. ...Mother! I am to be a mother! Joy floods through her body, a warmth more profound than any other. While the others demand answers from the man, she simply clutches Kodokura's arm even tighter with one hand and places her other protectively over her middle. Does our child already grow within me?

Alathea's happiness keeps her calm as the man works the Portal Stone, and she does not flinch at the yellow light surrounding her. But even in her happiness, she cannot help but quail from the new darkness that she finds herself in. Such a dark, horrible place! But even here, a new happiness finds her...one born of familiar faces! "...Ryvin? How...?" Pulling Kodokura along behind her, she rushes over to the other woman. "Praise the Light! It really is you, yes?"

For those who have not been with her the whole time, Alathea is dressed in a worn and threadbare farmwife's dress. She looks to have been through much, but despite her disheveled appearance, she still looks strong and happy.

That was certainly a lot to get through! Hi again, lost friends!

"You be the judge!" Ryvin crows, as she sweeps both Alathea and Kodokura up in her mad little jig. "This is wonderful! So wonderful! - I swear I was trying to think of ways to find you all, but... just... so much has happened! Are you all well? We are in a terrible place, I'm afraid, but it is so good to have you all back!"

Litheene laughs as the pillar is activated, throwing her long lost companion back together. With everything unexpected happening, we might as well enjoy some unexpected good
She looks on with half disbelief as Ryvin and Alathea speak.

Still holding on to the power, she approaches as well.

I am glad to see you all alive, I feared the worst after we were separated. There is one thing that should come first in our situation though. As Ryvin mentioned, we are in a terrible place. And I barely have the power left in case we need to get out of here. With everything learned here so far, I don't think any restriction are in order in face of such a threat, so I will cut to the case. Since we were separated, we learned the weave for traveling. It might be the only way we currently know of for getting out of here, and I would like to share it. Litheene's gaze fixes upon Alathea and Fialain. In addition, I now even more so think that we should temporarily retreat. We will be back for the breeding chambers Litheene's face doesn't waver as she speaks But we are a mess, and we have a bunch of freed captives in the other room

I am pretty sure we will fail at traveling from here, but this is what Litheene would attempt right now. Regardless:

Litheene wears what appears to have been a riding dress, gone through water and tear just recently, and covered with some sooth. Her look seems rather more haunted and harsh than before.

Ah, yes. Visual appearances. Ryvin is wearing a simple dress of sturdy, black wool, buttoned all the way up -- under a chainmail vest. There are a dagger and a sword on her belt, but by far her most unusual accessory is a big, and above all spiky dog-collar around her throat. Her black hair, shot with ribbons of startling white, is bound back into a rough ponytail with a leather cord.

Just checking in, will post properly a bit later :)

When the yellow light and sigils beign forming, Keelix readies his blade and crouches, prepared to destroy this new threat. When the others appear, he pauses in confusion, the snarl fading from his face. These are people from my dream of another life. How are all of these people real, living people? But they do not know me as Keelix. I hope they do not prove hostile. He relaxes only slightly, but his great blade is still held at the ready.

When Ryvin dashes around him to embrace the newcomers, he initially reacts in alarm with an attempt to block her progress. As he takes in that the newcomers are welcome friends, he seems to relax even more towards them, but remains alert to their surroundings.

Keelix is well over six feet tall, heavily muscled, with slightly shaggy black hair and yellow eyes that seem to glow in the dark. He is dressed in simple woodland garb and is holding a greatsword of expert quality in a ready guard position. He was standing protectively between Ryvin and the event until she dashed around him.

Vala smiles as she holds her hand on her belly and than looks at the others.
"Well its good to see you have returned to us"She says as she than winces as she is pinched in her armor.

Vala is a 5'7" borderlander with her hair pulled into a topknot and bares not only masterpiece armor but two masterpiece swords with Swan heads that point towards each other to make a heart. She currently wares bright yellow and black outfit with her armor bound to her weirdly as she has a pregnant belly

Can someone explain to me in simple terms that i can understand what has happened since we got to this set of rooms and who are your friends?

As the old man speaks of Alathea being a mother, Kodo's eyebrows climb towards his nonexistent hairline. Peace! Does he mean..? His panicked musings are cut short as the old one's talk turns to another world, and a deep sense of longing fills him, even as he realises that the man doesn't mean their world. Reality begins to swim before his eyes, and he pulls Alathea closer even as he feels her grip tighten on his arm. Darkness and light swirl, and then...

Kodo's eyes perform their customary blink as he faces the new scene before him. Still not adjusted to their new surroundings, his gut churning from the inter-reality journey, Kodo instinctively puts his body between Alathea and the figures before him... Until he is dragged forward towards the oddly dressed woman with white through her hair, and he finds himself caught between two women as they embrace and jig and scream with delight.

As Litheene speaks Kodo regains his focus, and listens intently to what she has to say. "If you think we need to move," he begins calmly, "then let's move."

Kodokura is a wiry, diminutive man in black silk trousers and a black silk shirt, both dirty, torn, and bearing even darker stains. His head is shaved close, and his eyes, though clear, seem devoid of the usual spark of humanity - although the exception to that is when he looks at Alathea, whereupon a burning fire seems to fill his deep blue eyes. A gleaming longsword hangs from his waist, and his hand seems to stray towards it constantly, as if to reassure him of its presence. A golden ring bearing a single emerald adorns his right ring finger, sparkling as if newly polished.

As you all take in the enormity of what just happened, reality rears its ugly head...

A loud THUMP reverberates from the opposite side of the room, followed by another, and another. The force of the blows is so hard that dust motes fall from the ceiling...

"Right. Running away, it is," Ryvin says, her eyes narrowing. She shoots a glance at Alathea. "Link?"

Quickly! Back to the warded room. Fialain, Alathea, be sure to memorize this, in case we will need another one before the end of the day. With those words, Litheene backs towards the room where they left the ward, the weaves of all five powers swirling around her hand as she pulls on the one power stronger still.

Fia is a tallish aiel woman with the athletic build of a warrioress. Her hair is a very dark blond bordering on light brown which appears to be growing out. Her eyes are a piercing green, though currently they are red-rimmed and tired looking. While she seems to move easily enough, she looks like someone might who hadn't slept in a week while simultaneously running a marathon. She is dressed in a skirt cut in aiel fashion and a dirty and torn creme colored blouse. The only weapon seen on her person is a single belt knife.

Fiallain blinked. One moment she was walking with the others in deserted ruins, the next surrounded by strangers in a bustling city, then ruins again with an old man whose voice made her narrow her eyes suspiciously, and now she was.... somewhere. But... was that the others, their missing companions??

She broke out in a wide grin as the figures in the darkness came into focus and greetings were exchanged. Her eyes dart about at their new surroundings. It felt... dangerous here, and even with just that one cursory glance, she nodded in agreement with Litheene and Ryvin. "Lead the way." As Litheene begins to weave the power, her eyes take in what she was doing, but her lips press in a grimace of tired frustration.

weavesight?: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

What happened to them? Seems their world was very friendly either. At least we can restore Kodokura now if we manage to get back to the camp. Litheene speaks as she moves. The Trollocs, if we meet any, are dangerous. Some of them move as fades and show no pain. Swords and wounds won't hinder them much. Fire doesn't bother them at all. Rending them apart was the only effective way discovered so far. As far as can be assumed, we are in Aginor's laboratory, in Paral, back in the age of legends. This place is full of shadowspawn, more dangerous then the regular kind.

still very much confused at having his world turned upside down Stephen will follow

still very much confused at having his world turned upside down

i think that is the single largest understatement of the day...

Vala stood and looked at Litheene and than the others and drew her blade.

"We will cut them down if they choose to fight" she says her face stern.

Yea i know. i mean the age of legends.....hot dam :)

Ryland stands with the others. The Boarderlander blinks slowly and looks around at the others and his new surroundings. "Huh?"

"Fiallain," Ryvin says, eyeing the Aiel woman, and she holds a hand out to her. "You look done in. Link with me; let my strength be yours and brace you."

Although her joy at her reunion with her lost companions remains undiminished, Alathea sees the sense in Litheene's words. Trollocs? Is that what the beating at the door is? Nodding in agreement with Kodokura, she watches intently as Litheene weaves.

reading Ryland's statement made me crack up here at work, so much so that people are looking at me strange.

Several more loud thuds hammer the opposite wall, until finally a large hole explodes into existence. The hole, high up on the wall, is large enough for a man to walk through, but the thing that shows only its face is far larger than the hole it has created.
Deep sunk red eyes glitter with an bridled rage, the angular slant of its eyebrows giving this unknown creature a look of insanity. Upon seeing the large group standing far from itself, the creature roars! The sound, so loud, does not echo, for the sound would have to be low enough to resort to an echo effect. This sound just fills the room, penetrating the head and body to the point that both reverberate with disjointed pain.

everyone make a fort save: dc 20 to resist being deafened for 1d10 ⇒ 6 minutes. Make a will save DC 20 vs Fear. fail and be Panicked

Fort save 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23; Will save 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Ryvin takes one look at the abomination that just burst through, hikes up her skirts and bolts for the room where the group left the prisoners they already freed.

Fia actually looked slightly ill at Ryvin's offer to link. She shakes her head and, after a moment's pause' she opened her mouth as if to reply, but whatever she was to say was lost as the wall exploded and the enormous creature bellowed deafeningly!

fort: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 10 - 4 = 20

Will: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 12 - 4 = 14

Ears ringing, her feet nip at Ryvin's heels, fatigue apparently forgotten in her haste to get away...

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Wil: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Will: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
Will to control: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21

Litheene turns towards the creature, it's howl striking her ears, neither the horror of it, nor the sound penetrate her.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Fortitude save, DC 20 needed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14...no luck.
Will save, DC 20 needed: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28...yay!

Though the sound of the creature's roar bludgeons her ears to the point of pain, Alathea does not shrink away from the shadowspawn. Instead, she draws deeply upon saidar...now thankfully back to normal...and prepares to defend herself, her companions, and her Heart. Though she cannot hear herself, she shouts in the hope that the others can still hear. "We must flee! Which way is out?

Alathea is surrendering to the One Power and preparing to weave. It's time to put that sa'angreal to use!

"Why does this always happen with you people? "
Ryland draws The Sword and prepares for combat.

Shaking his head to dispel the pain of the creature's deafening roar, Kodo steadies his nerve and draws hids Power-wrought blade. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Alathea, he assumes a ready position and prepares himself for the onslaught.

I'm going to swing at the creature if it comes within reach, or retreat if Alathea starts to withdraw.

Vala pulled up her blade and stepped next to Litheene and eyed her as she waited to see what she was up too

Fort Save DC 20: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27.
Will Save DC 20: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23.

Keelix snarls back at the horrific creature smashing through the wall, even more so when the creature's roar sounds in his mind as well.

He covers the retreat of his allies, and stands with the others who are not running. "We need to not be here! We should withdraw with the others!"

Regardless of how the creature reacts to me:

Litheene snaps back to herself at Alathea's and Keelix's shouts. What is wrong with me?

We need to go back to the warded room, hopefully this is where Ryvin went. From there I can weave a gateway, and it might allow some protection due to the ward. Unusual assertiveness still fills Litheene's voice. Keelix, go after Ryvin and make sure the room is still safe and that Ryvin and fia stay there. Use force if needed, they must not leave the room the way they are. Alathea, weave a wall of air to block off the other side of the room Seeing her words have little effect, Litheene looks at Alathea and points to the side where the creature's head emerges from the dent in the wall. making a motion of feeling a wall, and knocking on air and then a sign of running as she points towards the door and the direction of the warded room.I'll need to weave the gateway. Vala, cover me, Kodokura and Ryland cover Alathea.

If the creature did not flee:
With that, Litheene runs after Keelix.

If it did flee, Litheene will stay and cover Alathea's retreat

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

stoned deaf and panicked Stephen bolts for the exit. There is no way i can fight this.

Ryland snarls, his teeth showing, as he moves between the...thing and Alathea.