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I'm traveling to Prague tomorrow so no posting except maybe very late at night. Marriage anniversary on Wed so, no posting. Return next Sat so no posting Other days as I get time
Between the strain of channelling Birdsong, defying ascending pretender to Dream and receiving full backlash of Abnaki's last word, Aisling's personality burst into many. The original, retrieval agent of the church, quiet, but full of faith, action oriented, quiet, withdrawn even turns even more inward. His dark combat clothes suit him perfectly, but he gets the hood now, very similar to how Gabriel appears when he has to be in public eye. Everything but the mission fades into the background. Action comes first, things to do, tasks...not people. This new withdrawn Aisling runs in the weeks hiding in the dream through various personalities, defetist Ashling, cowardly, slinking Aishroud, depressed Aislow as the mocking names of his former self. Aislum (Asylum) it thought of itself at some point with narrowly avoided horror of the Moon, reliving the inquisitors and the death of his group, supressing gasps in the darkness, before it's eyes opened wide, the heart quieted and it knew - it is Aislune, he found the name Luna in the ancient lore referring to the original Moon, not this split remnant. Aislune - the fear drained away, emotions blunted and cold rationality ruled. Aislune retreated from the horror scene, knowing he is already prepared for eventual restoration of his group or at least his love. Grisly, but he took steps to keep their parts separate and preserved. As they drew closer to the living world, the other part of his person, the one he had to assume to appear in front of people started reasserting itself as Aislune dreaded the return to the city, among its throngs. But the one that was inspired by The Dream, the idea of Sky returning, the one that drew the crowds to first dawn after milennia...it grew. And in Dream, it showed as bursts of inspiration, literal light or song that occasionally burst from his hidden companion. And each time it happened, this new one was better defined and longer was Aislune supressed. Not that he didn't know what happened while hiding, just that he hadn't really like the attention the other attracted and kept his mind separate. And once the crowd in dreams grew enough and dream city appeared, it was time to awaken. Two personalities regarded one another in the Dream moments before outing, noting their differences, even hating some of them, but Birdsong, gentle soothing sound between them kept peace. There will be moments where one or the other was needed. They shook hands among the people of this dream place. And Aisbright stepped forward, new Dawncaller of the Sky emerged in a burst of light and birdsong from The Dream and into the reality.
(5, 9), (4, 10), and 12 on saves...terrible luck in critical moment I can't wait for resolution of this...even if badly burned damaged Oh, and feel free to adjust Prince Raven devotion II and III since they are not online yet and this might be just the change event for that :D Rather than just "giving" away powers.
With 10 on the save, no amount of modifiers will help :D bye bye Aisling, you defied the god(s) one too many times :'(
In particular, I hope I didn't just leave the actual void in the divinity for some random wondering Os'ha to become new Dream Crow I wouldn't mind if Aisling becomes, but he is more of a realist than a dreamer - proselytizing is fine, but sylphs are alchemist, inventors, artificers...innovation more than illusion
I am surprised too, I thought he will come regardless of the Name he got, he's got the portfolio and if people call him Dream Crow, why not?
Slowly, oh so slowly, not used to revealing himself mid-fight, he shifted his combat garb into priestly regalia and flew lower for everyone to see white and blue garbed sylph, spreading his arms and booming as loud as he could in this vast cavern. "Behold! This ground weeps with poison and shadow! But Sky is not marred by the Dark! And Prince Raven, The Lord of changes, of near-misses and borders, in this place where reality borders dream, where our internal conflicts, virtues and sins collide, the signs are fulfilled. The silent have sung! The lost have returned! Black and Red burn side by side! Which means I can finally speak! The Dream Crow awakens filling the void again, from nightmares created by Night Carrion, from fighting for everyones dream against the corruption and under the patronage of Prince Raven, The Dream becomes again, The Carrion fails! Hear me stone! Hear me winds! Hear me waters of the worlds! Hear me fires from and of The Volcano! The Dream Crow is given form again and flies with The Flocks under The Sky, beneath Raven Prince's wings! Come Dream Crow, fly forward into the world!"
Will you try to finish this fight or just write the story where we return to Hearth?
I'm new here and I feel like we're just getting into things. Of course RL comes first, unfortunately, but...I can say I'll definitely hope you return refreshed (or find a single, better paying job ;) )
Aisling flies down toward the creature, but near the ceiling, avoiding potential overflow and also not risking accidentally hitting Benedetto. He throws one of his alkali flasks, hoping this thing is just a big ooze and not some eldritch(er) horror. While coming closer, he also takes note of the various gasses coming from below trying to determine if it was explosive mixture that would go well with his fire flasks.
@The Declarative: is the loss of racial features permanent and those are replaced with wings and immunity? Or is it just "used up" for the day? Just to know to update the character sheet
Looks really cool, but I hope your fingers are less mutated. :D LOL, didn't even notice - you can see few artefacts above his head where the original head and shoulder were - I had to re-fit the character due wings height (you can see the blurry space above where some deletes happened) - this was me, quick and dirty photoshopping. AI generators always had problems with fingers (and you may remembers with eyes and faces too earlier).
"In this place? I don't believe there is a difference. Let's see what the old new story is, this all is somehow connected to Samen and Gabriel's story."
Aisling strides toward the monks that still stand around Benedetto. "Your comrades need help. Move them away! Come on, something is coming, you don't want to fight them too, do you! Move! But he has no time anymore. Regardless of them listening or not, he finds a good place close to Benedetto and stands behind a root nearby, his camouflage clothes helping him blend in.
Aisling should be closer to the group, I moved in the last post
That was a classic "D&D crazy" kind of stunt to pull, Samen. Hats off to you. Indeed. And to you, DM for going along with it
"Beware! Whatever these monks guarded is free now! And we need to free the pure part from below like we did with Birdsong. Monks! What is corrupted earth on your legends? And which part is missing form earth dream?!" Aisling is still tingling from the earlier rapture, but he rejoins Samen and Gabriel where the saved monk was.
Wild speculation: all those phoenix chicks that are everywhere in the city die in pyres of spontaneous combustion leaving song birds in their place :D
As Aisling reels from the shriek that tears through his soul, the world stills for a breath—
The air thickens, heavy with charged silence.
Feathers of light and shadow burst outward in a spiraling whirlwind, lifting the evangelist from the ground.
As his feet leave the ground, winds coil around him like a lover’s embrace, not pushing but bearing.
And above the noise, just beneath thought, a faint melody echoes:
As the wind dissipates, Aisling gently drops down, floating to the ground.
Aisling takes time to regain his strength.
"Monks, get your brothers out of here! Now! Move!"
Ooc: dash forward, lightning bomb in hand
Still improvising, acutely aware of the god fragment in his hair, Aisling tentatively prays to Birdsong
"Feel free to use my energy, my sylphness of you will."
Our quake was as I said a lesser one, more frightening than damaging except for the old center...BUUUUT it came in the covid time AND early in the morning in late march
Not great for either helping nor morale especially with kids in the cold. There was even a (nor so funny) joke, if someone made a movie where among the global pandemic and unseasonal cold the strongest quake in a century hits the city, you'd say its implausible or impossible :D
That is better for english. In my language it is "Iz kože se ne može" which rhymes and has a bit wider meaning, but still applicable for heat suffering
Aisling looks between casters and the undead surrounding the paladin and defending the soldiers there. While he may not have spells as such, he can do something no one else can. If he can pull it off.
Taking out holy water and one of the alchemist flasks, he judges the distance and timing very carefully. He would prefer hitting beyond Benedetto where there are two monsters, but there are monks to consider, thus he targets the one between him and Benedetto trusting that Kallik can take care of the one closest to them. Both flasks arc over the distance and
- touch attack, hopefully hits even with range penalty :), but splash means at least some damage will be fire
Yeah, no! We had 5,4 earthquake some years ago, but the city centre is old europe (like 18th century buildings) - the damage was bad. We don't usually do above 3.
I'm always weirded out by people that choose such weather if they have the ability to move. Chose something warm, but dry. Me personally, I prefer normal cold. I enjoy warm weather, but I easily get weak from heat, thus warm spells with above 35 C are terrible. And you can always add more layers against cold, but you cannot go "down" to less than your own skin against heat.
Do we roll for save for nausea every round? I'm thinking of mixing holy water and fire flasks, but I need to be able to think for that to make it :D
Only this one last week and then 3 weeks at sea side...barely hanging on :(
"She is grateful and suggests we are done here. We should teleport away." Aisling translates the message feeling both uncomfortable at the closeness and diminished apparent power, and honoured by the attention of the demi-goddess. He hopes this is just a temporary arrangement until she can regain her strength. His dishelved hair will make a good nest.
Aisling joins Gabriel in tinkering, his own expertise helping with the weird cage.
Aisling gets up from his knees
He shakes his head sadly. "I feel like a feather tossed into a hurricane. Stretched, pulled, thrown this way and that without control. But after everything that happens to me, I am still a feather, thing of air, Physical yet ephemeral, seemingly delicate, but even when ruffled, wetted, and twisted, I am surpringly hard to actually break or destroy."
OOC: How long did we travel? Fight didn't take long, but getting here...
I think i remember from a description somewhere there are only ravens and vultures in the land...but not that they are silent...not that they are really singing ;)
Grrrr! Bad dicebot! Bad!
DM Only:
50% chance to get to DC 30 and this is third roll I think :D
After the weird voice change, Aisling relaxes a bit and seems more like himself. He looks at the room with some interest and returns his weapons to their respective sheaths.
Aislings mind clears after the message and he nods. Only glancing quickly into the room, he focuses shortly there. But there is an enemy to defeat first and he quickly takes place Gabriel vacated and slashes quickly through ephemeral form. to see what is really in that room
That is pretty funny. XD You know all the modifiers, so it would be simply plugging in the formula, but since it is d20, it is actually very simple You need the probability of specific set of numbers rolled and it is 5% (0,05) to the power of (number of players)...so 5^5x10^(-10)
Dm only:
Saves:
? "No, you cannot be here!" Aisling suddenly shouts hiding his face
This was the ultimate test for Aisling. But he is prepared for poisonous air with his necklace. And he has a legacy item that he is reluctant to sacrifice because these are irreplaceable. But his hope is that once The Sky is restored, air crystals will be possible again. Thus, he heads straight for the polluted air taking his air crystals. Plunging straight into it, he exhales each breath from the crystals as hard as he can, bringing clean air at least in his nearest space. In addition, he pulls out few reagents and creates a combination of purifying chemicals and his lightning bomb components. The bomb components are here to ionize the air to create channels in the miasma and the cleansing...well, if given time he might clear it completely, but right now, the group only needs to pass through. + air crystals
Aisling wonders at the lightning caught like that. Would it loke to exist trapped like that, but longer. Or would it like to be free, rush out, expend the energy in just a moment and be gone? He considers metal flask, glass flask with metal stopper or glass with wood. He chooses the last option in the end, metal might disrupt the delicate balance keeping it together. After coaxing the bolt into the flask, he rushes after the others not to be left behind too much.
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