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Stella gazed out at the army, quietly parsing and thinking about what steps to take- Quietly ruminating on things. "My recommendation is to kill the dragon first- Once that's done, we can handle more stuff. I can drop a boulder and hopefully stomp on a lot of them, the walls won't be taken down but should hopefully keep the dragon on the ground for us to beat it up. After that, we can build some stuff up to hopefully let the people here stand up and stop an assault while we're going deeper."
The mindscape pulls Bella out of her body in a timeless moment- In which, the artifice of herself becomes apparent, the life leaving her body as her whole leaks into the mindscape. The soldiers create the cannons, as in the mindscape Bella reaches, the marks in her porceline skin clearer, unfolding from the seams of her joints. For a moment, as she runs her hands across it, you can almost swear the unearthly marking at the edges of her skin reach into the items shadow, as she quietly sings as it explodes, sings as it thuds, and sings as it fires. There's a quiet whisper of "I understand." before her soul crashes once more in her body, blinking at the out of body experience ends. "Oh! Thank you- That'll be perfect!"
As they make their way through the caves and arrive to fight, Stella quietly scans the area as well as she can, creating a duplicating set of holy water for any familiars who wish to do battle, and preparing herself for the battle ahead, listening for any magic that might sing in the area ahead
At the mention of flight comes up, from Bella's back comes a pair of clockwork wings that foundation ally clash with her appearance, as the wall she summoned vanishes as she drops concentration. "I am... Not good at flight. But I can do it." She turns to them, "I don't know how much I can help- I might be able to whip something up, but something against magic... It's hard to make that, and it's hard to replicate stuff against it. I'd need time to figure out how." She then turns to the allies, and she pauses. She begins to wonder if she could perhaps replicate the design of the gun- Maybe simpler. Like... Putting it in a tube. A tube with an explosion. An exploding tube. Surely someone thought of that. Through Gifts telepathy, she prods her "Can you tell me if you know of any exploding tubes to launch things exist? I think it would help them a lot, but I don't know how I'd make them." She stands up, and turns to the crustrations- "When my old Mistress was hunting those who reached out to the mind, she wore armor made out of some dark glass. What I make can be a bit more fragile, and I'll have to make them per person, but I might be able to make them for you. I can't guarantee it'll work, but it can help. I can also create some older styles of weapons, but anything more advanced I'd need something to reference to try to re-create. We have people to train you, and plans to make. With coordination, we will cut the head off this hydra and save our lives." [OoC]She's planning on creating shadowstuff armor, mimicking Voidglass, for the army to use in battle. Presuming it's as heavy armor, this will grant them all +3 bonus to saves vs mind-effecting[OoC]
As Terex speaks, Bella will bow, "I am Bella, and you may know me as a friend- I come in search of those I can offer aid to, though my travel has been more limited. But what I do not know in battle I know in creation, and that which you grants me will become new and intricate with my touch. Give me time with any weapon you might find, and I will fill your coffers full of arms and armory." She steps forward, and in so doing her dragon mark begin to shift and glow with a pale light underneath her skin, as she reaches out and conjures a greathammer fit for their claws, holding out for them to take. "Let me make you the tools to fight. We have the tools to kill."
As Terex called out, Stella reached out and called in her own words, "Please. We have traveled long and hard in the hope to bring you aid, to bring the multiverse safety. We can bring much, from experience to arms, if you would only grant us the opportunity to meet."
Stella looks into the distance, feeling the rumbling right beneath- Her heart beats fast as her soul begins to falter, her mind feeling the ground beneath her shake. For most of her life, she felt like the earth beneath her feet was one of the safest things in the world, until one day it didn't. She felt the world around her fall apart time and time again, not quite there, as she pressed her back against the wall. The wall... Stella reaches out, grabbing the wall, reaching out- In a moment, she feels the songs of the stone and steel interweaving into itself in a desperate, chaotic muddled mix, her mind feeling flooded with thoughts and memories of the wall, as she grabbed it's melody, and began to sing in harmony, grabbing it and *throwing* it down the tunnel as the song weaves itself into the reality of the world, the music of creation materializing into a copy as it enters into the melody.
Stella continues her trend at being horrifically mediocre at cooking.
Stella will shrug, and with a long, intricate weaving create a large, complicate notepad with falling rocks and intricate details, before stepping forward and speaking quietly, "You have telepathy? I can certainly make an attempt to establish a good first impression, and you can start the talks." Stella will, with a reckless disregard for reason and logic, reach out with her magic an make an attempt at Creating fine dining table set for seven, with various dishes of all sorts desperately designed, with an arrow pointed to the door.
Bella stared into the abyss, nodding, "After a day I could have the entire army armed to the teeth, though that might take more time than we have." She'll look to the Sarmidal and tell them that they could be legends by teaching a new generation in war, trying to inspire them into training and leading an army.
Stella felt... Overwhelmed. Drowning in information and chaos that has left her baffled and overwhelmed. In the past week, her life had become a baffling, chaotic mess of actions had left her ignoring herself, as she had done so much in her life. Her mind faintly linked itself to a blood splattered room, her body coated in gore as her old master cleaned her, but in a moment she nodded, standing up and heading to the lake- As soon as she was in long range, she created a passage to let Terex get in, as she starts to just pelt the area with boulders from the shadows.
Sorry for the lack of posting the last week- Life has been busy, to the point where I've almost debated quitting. I'll post later tonight, and will continue trying to engage with this game.
Stella pauses, and whispers "I can drop boulders on them? They won't bounce though, or at least... I don't think they will. I might be able to roll it, but I dont know where it will go if we do." She summons up a small 5 course dinner, as she sits down and begins to talk more, "Though I feel like explosives might be the better options here, blow up the tunnels and bury the army in one fell swoop." At the comment of the sky's changing, she quietly asked how recently it did through her telepathic link. She had a suspicion that the end of their world destroyed their sky, but did not want to risk asking for fear of being right.
Gift: "We are friends now" Bella: Stares blankly Gift: *Psicrystal into face* "Do not resist"
At the mention of being able to feel her emotions, Bella froze, as Gift could physically feel the walls rise up in her thoughts.
She withered under the attention, before nodding at the psycrystal and muttering a stifled "Hello. " Hearing about the bear offering to stand back, she will conjure a bear-sized shadowsstuff mithral kikko, reaching out and making the image of what she wants to make in her mind, only making it once she gets the go-ahead.
"Cover is smart. I'm wondering if I should drop a bunch of statues ahead of us designed to look like us for a distraction, dropping them more out the way so they'll attack then first."
Bella sits and stares at gift. This will be the fifth person she talked to, when before she had traveled across the planes she had met at most three in her life. She felt anxious and scared, but she perservered. In an utterly deadpan voice, she shared her experience. "It felt... like how the stench of purple feels, but only on Tuesdays after eating too much cheese."
She will bow, and succinctly introduce herself, "I am Bella, I am magic, and I make things." She looks around, and turning to terex says "Most of what I can make that can watch us will last maybe a day at *best*, I could trap the area, but I'm unsure of the utility."
Bella felt... Very lost, in terms of what was going on. There's a sense of whiplash that only ever occurs when you're stepping on the edge of something, when you can feel yourself almost falling off the edge, and just on the precipice of something new. Stella had stepped on the edge, into an abyss deeper than she could have even conceived of 3 months ago. Planes in planes in planes had left her badgered and confused for the last few days, as she managed to spend the last day sleepless, and doing her best to fade into the background. It is only with the new figure appearing that she notices. She reaches out to Azzim, and manages to grab ahold of him as he talks about the ritual. She could feel her mind race, as she quietly wished she had blood to feel it pumping. She rises, as she reaches out, the etchings on her clavicle quietly shifting as she stands and says "Understood- Will head out and do it now. While I am not used to situations as lethal as these, my mind is also not a particularly soft thing." She quietly began to sprint, trying to get out of there before the new person discovered her and made her have (Gasp) a conversation. They would sense a deep shot of fear and Adrenalin at seeing someone she had grown to know be replaced by a strange and mysterious human. (Flex into Fate and the Empress for +8 to this will save)
Sorry for the lack of posting this week, I have had an exhausting week, I'll post soon.
Bella will follow to the wounded, and offer up some troll styptic, before turning and quietly trying to listen to some faint echo of their will, looking deep into the sea and trying to sing some order into it.
Bella hears about a recursive triangle, and quietly makes a mini-version, "Like this? Certainly, give me a moment." She turns to the lake, and with a casual brush of the hand attempts to make the recursive triangle a reality With a deep breath, she reaches into herself (-1 pool flex into object of force) and attempts to snap it into existence. to make a fractal triangle, supported by a few small objects of force.
Bella listens to them talk about the necrotic energies, quietly running her hands across the walls and listening for magic. She can feel the dead woven into the wood, the sinew reaching across, and the death echoing and calling.
After which, she'll spend some time just with her ears open, trying to listen for some sort of magic to help her determine what's there. With the escape to the lake, she's hoping she can find a copy of their teleportation stone or similar. As they talk about the potential danger, she stops. She raises her eyes to the sky, seeing the giant demon high above, and wondering just what she can do to it. "What do we know about it? If something is needed, I can always make it- Or at the very least emulate it."[/b] She pauses, before saying "I'd also like to camp. That was probably the most intense barrage I've done in years, and if something is going to try to stab us, I'd like to not feel exhausted while fighting it."
Bella nods, quietly beginning to walk away, until, for a brief second, she pauses. Slipping out a brush, she quietly taps a wall- In a moment, it flashes, the windows refracting as they begin to glow, the quiet marks of wear and time shining like a diamond, as in just as short a moment the light vanishes, painting the wall with a single word.
Bella did not notice herself screaming. Or thinking about infinite fractals where she is painted out of drawn into an endless field of void and song where matter is meaningless. Or notice the meaning or time. She was imagining herself as a plotted pant instead of something that can think.
Bella unleashes her power, reaching out and summoning a trio of boulders, dropping them from back to front to pin the horde down.
Boulder 1: Gargantuan
With the ground shaking from the impact, the snakes begin to flow in, striking down and trying to grapple as many as they survive.
If Lyra looks, she'd end up seeing that Bellas... Almost shaking. Her body seems to be growing wearier with each spell, and you can almost hear grinding of the teeth as she cast, staring down the army at the foot of this monstrous creature.
Bella managed to turn to her, and paused- A fortification against an army??? Bella had rarely had to deal with an army in the past, she rarely had to deal with more than one person, her Lady never really bothered to bring her along against necromancers or against armies- She usually just left her in whatever safehouse she lived in. She looked down the road, before nodding as her name is mispronounced, "Right, right- Let me get started," She quietly reaches out, as you see the road ahead quietly shift, almost bending as bits of it become wavy and complicated, bits of it becomes spiky, and parts of it turns into small waves.
Before she continues, you can see her body begin to falter, before she turns to another wall- she points to it, quietly letting it fall apart over the course of a minute until almost nothing remains With another act, she'll throw her arms around and block off multiple alternate exit points with a thick layer of brambles and a big barricade to direct the horde into the autocannons fire. "That's done- between the snakes, the autocannons, and the battlements we should mostly be good, lady Liara. In terms of what I can do... Well, it will mostly consist of dropping largely boulders on them. Or holy water. Actually, I might be able to enhance some of the bullets while we wait, but I think I should probably start to gather some materials before I do much more." With that, she'll start using the Destroy alteration to try to destroy various walls while the autocannons are set up, each 10x10 section of wall in size.
Bella paused as she watched the bear approach, standing on the bow of the model airship she had woven into existance as it slowly rose off the ground. The fire elemetal's painting met them, and continued it's travel at blistering fast speeds to meet and burn the undead. It would most likely not last long, but that was what it was designed to do. Bella would step off the boat, realizing that it had largely served it's purpose as it would continue to rise. The two winged snakes would begin to step in front, guarding the rest of the party, as bella kneeled down and tried to think about what she could do... her brain came up with nothing as everyone else seemed to come together. She tilted her head in response to blasting them from a distance- "I should be able to drop some buildings on them, which should hit a fair number of them. Though... I do remember some ash my Lady had me make, with juniper and chesnut- That might be able to stall most of them from charging us down." Deciding to channel her old master, she also spoke "I heard a good beer is useful when dealing with unseen horrors, I will have to make some— BY THE FLAME!!!" She turned around and stared at the massive device in front of her, towering above her ship, intricate with tiny details at every inch, and through all this, her brain had one thought. I couldn't make that. She looked at the ship, wondering what she could even do to improve it.
"I will say, that is a massive gun. It's odd- So much of what you make is silent. Arlo's sword sings loud and boisterous, about glory and vengance, and yet your gun whispers instead. Where does it's killing power come from?" Bella nods, quietly and desperately trying to follow along. Truth be told, all this was... *so* over her head. She could not even begin to comprehend the notion of trillions of years, the idea of an immutable cosmic constant, infinite realities in infinite layers of infinite space daunted her. And yet you've never seen another one of you.There's divisions here- Magic vs Technology, music and noise, constant and fluid, it all bashes and scrambles together in her head as she tries to follow along, but all she can think about is that she had never seen someone like herself. But... But she also hadn't really looked. The idea of there being another of her, her not being something unique on the planes sounded beautiful. She wondered just how many people could weave things into existence like she could. She wasn't made to do it- She was made to make someone else to do it better. And then one day, she could. She quietly brushed aside her thoughts as she turned to Lyra and nodded- "I don't have anywhere else to go, but even if I did, I would love to join you. Knowing that me being here would have helped you keep things safe brings me a lot of peace of mind. Thank you. It will be a honor to join you at your home." ----------------------------------- As the day flutters by, she began to feel relaxed. She had quietly conjured herself a tiny little plinth to stand on, and had been posed in the same state for about an hour, no requests, no bothers, no stress. Just waiting and enjoying the ride, waiting for something to happen and she enjoys a moments pose stretched into eternity.
And then she felt the ping as terex goes down, and she immediately felt her stomach drop, quickly looking around to try to grab directions, as her brain snaps back to reality. She would have to do stuff herself. F@&#. She quietly begins to move to them, as she feels the memory of the incoming horde peek into her head like a traumatizing childhood failure. Her heart begins to panic, as she desperately tries to imagine some sort of plan- Something to protect her as she desperately tries to pull something together. Her brain turns to the idols of couatl on the clock in her makers room where he fine-tuned the enchantments etched into every bit of her. Two couatl cutouts eternally chasing each other, an airship slowly lagging behind with a fire elemental flying at an almost lightning speed. She reaches into herself, pouring bits of herself into this memory, letting it leak out through her dragonmark. She remembered how safe that clock always made her feel, when she was new. She raised up her hand, and began to channel power - First they appear as paintings on the ground, moving despite it, beautiful winged serpents of prismatic color with a detailed, intricate drawing of a odd, flat ship surrounded by a sparking wheel, and a figure of fire- In almost seconds, they rise from the ground, the couatl rising from the earth, as the airship seems to almost tilt out of the ground, the wheel turning into a ring of sparking lightning, floating barely above the ground as the back begins to open, revealing a staircase, and the fire elemental rises from the ground, bolting ahead to meet the party as she rapidly gestures for the rest of the party to climb aboard. ”I don’t know how much time we’ll have before they come in- Any idea what we’re facing? Anyone? I think they’re undead, and I remember various undead-killing things my Lady had me make, so I should be able to arm you with them. What do you need to get them back? I don’t know, usually the goal is to leave them dead, not alive.”
Bella followed Lyra, nodding, just staring at the gun she carried- "I will say, that is a massive gun. It's odd- So much of what you make is silent. Arlo's sword sings loud and boisterous, about glory and vengance, and yet your gun whispers instead. Where does it's killing power come from?" She watches as Lyra pulls out some of her equipment, and it's faint on the wind, but she can hear the technology at work to mend, the nanites music sounding like intricate noise to her construct ears.
---------------------------------------------- Rising towers into the sky were a familiar passage to Bella- Though she was unused to this particular design. Or how short they felt, in comparison to the world she once fumbled through. She quietly weaves herself a staircase further up, boring holes as she quietly pulls apart the seams of the walls slowly trying to reach her final location while making use of old buildings walls and windows to scout ahead. She looks aside to whoever decides to follow, as she is not the woman to say no to aid.
Arlos blade strikes true, and with each true strike deals deeper damage with the clear salve, glowing with the holy light
Terexalthian, as he pops open the lightning bottle, feels the force of a storm blow out of it as the air singes of Ozone, blasting out with a force he didn't expect, especially as he discovers another in his hand.
Bella stares as the outsider reacts to the balm like almost nothing, not even acknowledging it as it hits- For a second, she struggles to recognize it. Slowly, the nature of it seeps into her shoulders. She was facing some ancient, unfathomable deity reaching out to cause chaos, to destroy. To unravel the very notion of space and time and she- Stick to the plan She stood back, as she stifled the feelings in her gut of fear and horror - her movements turning jerky, she reached out her hands and tried to Create once again- Was that a fairy? The chaos in her thoughts crashes into brain as she finds herself filled with fear, the heartbeat in her chest thundering with the sheer adrenaline of the encounter , divine power pumping through her veins and her mind racing in terror as she creates- The past and present flickering between herself as she desperately changes aim, feeling the racing of her thoughts turn into racing of plasma Behind it, you can hear the sound of a meteor descend, as a steel icon of a fairy crashes, barely missing Arlo as it crashes into the ground behind the beast.
She flinches as she looks to Laurana, muttering an apology to the Lyrakien as she looks at the Icon. It didn't look like her. It looked more like a children drawing than anything else. More had appeared among the trees, barely the size of a halfling. And then they began to move, begining a quiet dance.
As Arlo charges, he notices that there seems to be an odd shimmer that almost lies on the edge of beig holy.- The balm made by Bella! As strikes, you watch as the arc is almost mirrored in a divine smite, as arc flies to the demon! . Bella holds out her hand, and in a comically desperate, desperate attempt to look like a wizard, folds them dramatically as with all her skills tries to Create, tapping into her hidden pool of power in the desperate hope that she'll be able to get it powerful enough . She didn't know how many senses it has, but her old master had her do this before . This wasn't facing some horrible monster, this was a sneak attack!
Then comes the second part of her plan, as she unfolded her hands to create... Mayhem! Smoke fills the air as a horrific racket joins in, as it seems like the trees behind Arlo are filled with almost a small army of sparklers dancing around in a mess, dragging clattering stones in a horrifically disorienting display .
Bella desperately fails at Arlo as he flees, the Arlosword getting coated in the holy balm and silversheen, as she barely manages to hear Terex. Her mind flashes to the fairy that her old master called friend, who always carried whatever she made. She turns to the psudodragon as she quickly fails her hand, summoning a bottle into his arms, thrusting with energy and boiling at the touch. In a torrent, she says "I don't do flesh, so I can't help with that, but if you need a weapon it'll work, but this bottled lighting will be very dangerous if you can land it right! I have an idea to hide you, no idea if it'll work!"
She looks to Lyra, pausing as she sees the gun. It is big, and it does not sing quite as hard as the arlosword. She pauses, and asks "What are you firing? I can make some stuff if needed.[/b]
Dumb question for DMs- against a creature with blindsense, would a field filled with Clatterstones (About 20 with 4 per square) who is blinded be enough of a crowd for someone to make a stealth check? Or would a crowd of medium animated objects?
Ohhhh gotcha! I'll swap out the cold-iron in it with Silversheen, and I'll have to enhance it separately.
Quick question, what is the Arlosword?
Bella tilts her head, trying to wrack her brain as to the best way to confront this encounter. "Well, if there's lightning needed, I can create some lightning-bolts. They're not the most potent, but they're one avenue. Usually I'd pass multiple poison daggers to Ms Phiarlan, but it can't deal with poison. Hm... I can also make a bunch of enhanced holy water to drop on them."
Bella pauses, as she puts two and two things together in her head. These people don't know that I just came from sigil. Bella's life almost flashed before her eyes- Her patrons assassinations and the parts she played in them, her uncovering the dragonmark slowly growing inside of her, leaking out bit by bit, she remembers running. She remembers the two strangers, surrealy human and traveling with them through a ship, into a city of impossibilities. A place where she was just another person, even one with plenty of magic. She remembers a search for job so she could afford a place to live. Or at least a place that won't be stolen out from under her in a day. Trying to join a mysterious Organization. She remembers getting pinned, having herself "Reset," with the stone-beating fear that she would never wake up. That that would be a death that she could never escape, not without going home. Not without the rest of her world finding out. In all her time, she had not met another dragonmarked. In all her time, she had not heard of another dragonmark. She wasn't sure, but she was worried she was the only dragonmarked on sigil. That the only dragonmark on sigil was someone who shouldn't be a dragonmark. But this- The opportunity to return to her tasks? To trail with another and provide them aid, to do what she can to make their lives easier? The chance to use her skills to help again, something she hadn't been able to do since she left Michael and Xalthisa? Being able to do good, rather than being the tool to assassinate multiple high-level nobles? This was... Incredibly fortunate. "Of course!" she bleats in shock, "My apologies- I was still a bit frazzled, and didn't quite register the..." For the first time, she truly gazes around to the depth of ruin around her. Endless wasteland in every direction, decay at almost every step, the only thing new, cohesive, and not battered and worn was the gazebo and the platform she had created. "... Depth of destruction. By the host. Of course I'll travel with you, especially if it means I can do something to prevent this destruction from spreading. I don't know what I can do, but if there's some sort of material that can prevent it from hurting- with a bit of help I might be able to make an antitoxin, or a coat to protect us, or... Or something. Just let me help."
Bella stared at the bear, gesturing her hand and attempting to conjure honeycomb. With it almost entirely unfamiliar to her, she could only do her best She turns to her party, and speaks quite bluntly, "I would appreciate any help you can provide to return homeward, or any work you need. I don't know who Radiation is, but if he uses Poisons with a but of time I should be able to provide some alchemical equipment to help deal with it. I have a fair amount of experience with them, and with healing with them." She pauses, "if there's nothing you can do, then I am afraid I will have to fight Radiation myself to get back home through the building, and I am not sure where I would go."
She pauses, before saying "The gazebo is permanent. I can make more permanent stuff, it's not that much harder than anything else. And who's radiation? Are they the person who kidnapped me?" Leaning down and looking over the edge of the platform she made, she sees the mutated bear. With a quiet wave, she makes him a berry bush before quietly turning to the first floor party and whispering "There's a bear"
Bella smiles at Arlo's introduction, shaking his hand and smiling, "And may the flame be with you." Bella blinked, and you can see her quietly begin to shuffle around expectation in her head. She didn't think of herself as "Off," she just thought of herself as something that was quite intricate, designed for a purpose, and then forced out of it. Truth be told, she hoped they would just ask her for something and she could get back to life as usual, but it seemed like these people were in the habit of prying further than usual. The truth wouldn't hurt in this situation, but she would have to leave out some of the more... sensitive details. Truth be told, she probably should have just been thankful she wasn't immediately outed as outside the norm, and by Ontar's blood was she thankful that Warforges weren't simply a house cannith thing in Sigil. "Oh- W-well you see, I had just been kicked out of my friends house for inviting someone over for tea, I didn't know them but apperently he owed them money, and so I was looking for work, tried to talk to someone about it, and then immediately the tavern was attacking me and everyone else. Someone pinned me down, and I was..." She waves her hand, as if to brush the topic aside, for lack of a better word, 'Put into a deep sleep.' It's part of my initial design. I'm just thankful someone let me out, to be quite honest." She looks over to Azim as he mentions using magic to heal her memory, shaking her head, "As I said, I was basically asleep while I was in the cube. It's not like you can reach into my unconscious and pull out half-sensed emotions. Oh, give me one second-" She touches the rock she's on, and with a quiet flick of the hand re-shapes the stone platform into a chair. You can literally feel the rock fall a few inches as the stone is siphoned from below into a new shape of the stone. After settling back in, she puts the tea back on the brassier and blushes. "Ah, uh- My apologies. I'm still settling back on my feet."
Bella pauses, staring, before saying quite flatly, "Uh... Well, my maker was a house-cannith d- tinkerer! And, uh... What I just did. Making things, I mean."
Bella steps back a bit, as between starting and ending her sentence, you see her glow, as if a brilliant purple light is glowing from the inside- The intricate and detailed etchings on her form seem to almost writhe, as in front of you from almost nothing, magic happens. Seemingly from nothing you watch as intricate, delicate carvings appear before the very stone is etched into the nothingness, like reality itself is being carved away into a new shape. No, it was like it’s being pressed, like clay to the touch. In the air you can almost see the world itself be shaped into a new form, as bits of it flake away to reveal an intricate porcelain teapot with a set of equally as detailed teacubs, and a full set of plates covered in cucumber sandwiches and cheese, a small piece of charcoal lands in an black iron braiser, the tea setting on top with a clink. As you look into the iron braiser, you realize that it’s not truely iron at all, but instead something that flickers like ink, a dream of iron turned into something solid. As she steps back, she sits in a chair that appears under her, taking a plain shape as other chairs appear to serve as parity, beautifully drawn and intricate with as comfortable a pillow she could make. "It's been a long week, and I'm glad to meet some new friends."
Spellcraft DC 5: This girl can create with a terrifying simplicity (CL 19 craft), can make beautiful music, make some brilliant silent images Illusion, and enchant some items for a brief time. Spellcraft DC 24: All these things, save for the iron braiser, are as real as anything else that is made by magic. The food will be edible (Though it does taste oversalted), but will fade from your stomach in a bit. But there’s some real work that went into this item's creation, and it was done with a simplistic ease that belies the person's skill as a craftsman.
In terms of spells… It’s basically a lesser version of Major Creation, with a duration of 14 hours unless she decides to stop supporting it.
Knowledge Checks DC 35: You think you recognize what she is- A warforged, a race designed for war across the multiverse where magic occurs, but this one has been modified (Or simply made differently) to the point where the resemblance is passing. The marking pokes at the edge of your thoughts, though you can't quite recognize their source plane or if there is similar phenomenons. But you can tell it's where her magic is coming from, and you think it has some significance where she's from, marking powerful mages.
Lyra quietly fiddles with the box- It felt heavy as lead in her hands, intricate etchings into it's porcelain surface on almost every level seem to glow underneath it's bronze exterior, like the exterior is glass allowing you to look underneath it. Oddly enough, none of the etchings seem to have any form of continuity, though as you examine closer, you realize that those etchings have been etched into two on each face- Something that looks like a harp, and one that looks like a oddly shaped L. These etchings do not look like the translucent glass, but instead like red on porcelain white. Truth be told, it reminded you of an old, clock-wound music box, and with some searching you find the clock-key to wind it Curiosity fills Lyra as you begin to wind up the key, hearing the tell-tale clicking of a music box. The tune is quiet, filled with yearning and love,, though as it plays, all around you the enviornment changes. Plain white pillars appear around you, as candles strung together fill the area with a warm amber light. The floor beneath her begins to rise, taking on a new shape- of intricately carved marble etched with roses surrounding her and Arlo feet, as a wooden ceiling appears above, with roses drip from the ceiling. You begin to feel the music box unfold in your hand, as it seems to almost wrap around your arm, then slide up it, as it travels covering it with silky black satin tool- If you don't interrupt it, it quietly unwounds into a beautiful dress of ink black with the L symbol on it’s arm woven around her clothes. If nothing stops Arlo, you feel around himself an intricate black tux with the harp sign on its wrists. As the exterior of the box hits the floor in it’s creation (Or if removed and thrown), a ceramic figure appears from behind Lyra, almost unfolding herself from the ground, as it begins to sing. “Wise men say,
If Lyra lets her, she’ll quietly take Lyra’s hand and… It seems like walk her through the basics of a waltz, more teaching then dancing. “But he can’t help
As the song stops, Bella's eyes seem to flicker as she opens them again, staring at the people around her dazed and confused. She pauses, before bleating out “By the flame I am so, *so* sorry, I- I’m just kind of, I don’t really know- I mean I knew this could but it- I can only imagine how-”
The person before you... is certainly not human. Her body seems to be made of porcelain that shapes and shifts as needed, the purple etching that marks the outside bleeding from her wrist to her elbows with the same glass-like shading, though you can see the two red etchings on her clavicle. She was most certainly designed to be a “She,” however, with an elegant beauty and grace etched into her every motion that did not work as she seemed to cringe. Her face was a blank mask of porcelain. She holds out her other hand, which now seems to have two croissants. “Food?” Behind her is a literal platter of pastries. You don’t know where they came from.
Hello! Apparently I was accepted a few days ago, and only just noticed it in my DMs, I'm Lilly and this is going to be Bella! I'm looking forward to seeing how your characters interact with her! Out of combat, she's able to make poisons and anything we really need, though she's mostly skilled in pottery. Mostly, she's good at spellcraft, poison, and re-shaping the world to her whims. In theory I think she can make food, though she's not a chef and I don't know if GM Hans would rule that the effects of the food would end when the food does. Other than that, anything you need, Bella can make! I'm looking forward to seeing how your characters interact with her, and I look forward to seeing how she reacts to your characters!
Alright, she's pretty much done mechanically, just need to write some more synopsis and character backstory stuff for her and actually format the damn thing. in the meantime, battle sampler! This shows her flashiest action (AKA, summon big rock on head on fire and poisoned), and while I usually wouldn't do a party-debuffing effect like this (Or break with the plan there), I feel like this serves as a better introduction to Bellas personality.
Bella was not practiced in combat. Combat, in fact, was something that was mostly alien to her. Combat, in fact, was a horribly unfamiliar experience to her, so much so that she began to feel the panic boil in her. So she did what she always did. She desperately tried to weave something together on the backfoot, her brain flickering back to the small room she used to live in, quietly weaving that memory into something solid and steel, not quite noticing her screams as the person transformed. Her mind remembered making poisons, flickering to her hands coated in thornapple between memories of smoke as it burnt in the air , screaming as she felt herself fall from it, linking that cry to her own in the present as she felt the item congeal... And fall
If she was smarter, she would have been more careful. She would have realized, there might have been collateral damage from this. She, in this moment, was not smart, as she dropped a building on him. Them, actually, as she hits both Arlo and herself.
She opened her eyes, looking at the building in shock- Largely because she is, in fact, blind. Her mind flashes back to the small rooom the boulder is designed to resemble, a cutout in design to the place she was stored until needed. Terathin can see, in the middle on a tiny plinth, is a stone statue of Bella, and another of a different woman pressing Bella's forehead as she kneeled. An effect quite marred when the beast rises up from the debris, shattering the statue of Bella as it rises.
Sorry for the delay! It's been a rough week, and Bella is... Not done yet, because a 14th level character is hard, and it's also just as hard to transpose it to the standard bestiary character stat format. But for the most part, mechanically she is pretty much done, save for magic item shopping (A nightmare at the best of time!) on the mythweavers sheet (https://og.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2862578) if not on her profile I have done some stuff: Warforged was used a base, but I made a custom ACF to swap out her natural armor for constant detect magic (Redundant with her trait but an interesting and thematic option for a support-focused warforge gift) and Sociable (Which allows her a second diplomacy attempt if she fails >5) from the race builder for the same price (3 rp and 1 rp respectively) I also used oaths for her magic items, because she is in her story a magic item, and she would not usually be given magic items- Any further magic items I would buy I'd buy double price for slotless (AKA, as tattoos) Oaths with Oath of Offerings and the ones I chose are basically just automatic bonus progression I'll see what I can do later in the week, thank you for your patience. |
