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...until her presence is once again literally felt when the room seems to tumble toward its farther end as though it were being picked up and juggled by some giant thing beyond its walls, only for everything to settle back to normal in the blink of an eye...save that the div now appears visibly squashed.
It's as if the little Wayang has ceased to exist...
...until her presence is once again literally felt when the room seems to tumble toward its farther end as though it were being picked up and juggled by some giant thing beyond its walls, only for everything to settle back to normal in the blink of an eye...save that the div now appears visibly squashed.
Black Sun does some weird stuff with the spacetime fabric itself but the remaining construct does not appear to notice.
Black Sun shunts along the side of the room, almost as if something were dragging her through the air, and sends another wave of distortion through the room...
...again, not that it amounts to much .
Suddenly, the rest of you notice the entire room - the very air, the very EVERYTHING - seems to be stretching like taffy around you, starting at the nearer wall and rolling toward the further one...
...nothing permanent seems to have come of the strange distortion, however. "They're...pretty. Seems a shame to break them," Observes Black Sun, re-emerging from who-ever-knows-where after a prolonged (seeming) disappearance. You notice something a little different about her now - or at least a little more pronounced than it had been before; it's as if she's simultaneously not there at all, and overwhelmingly -there-, moreso than anyone or anything else. Just getting too close to her runs the risk of time appearing to speed up or slow down, or one's smaller possessions either weighing more heavily on oneself than they should, or simply deciding to get up and float about a short distance away.
"Maybe it is another monument to failure - like in Absalom?" Black Sun takes a closer look at the melted iron....
More = merrier, is my inclination! We could use some kind of proper mage...arcane OR divine, if not one of both! Yanda, would you object to learning the Infusion Discovery going forward (I always thought it was stupid that Alchemists had to take that just to share their 'potionettes' with others, but oh well....)?
"We're in a giant puzzle-box," Observes a small voice flatly from behind Yanda - it's the little Wayang (barely-a-) woman again; funny (and a little bit unnerving) how you'd all but forgotten she was there until now.
Black Sun had spendt much of the journey to and descent through the Spire engrossed in a thick book of strange riddles and puzzles, never breaking or slowing stride for it, as though she had absolutely no need to look where she was going along the way....
As you speak, it begins to (for want of a better word) dawn on you that it has become noticeably darker and quieter in your section of the room. You think for a moment perhaps a cloud has passed overhead, or the others in the room have moved further away from you - but the other occupants are all still where they were before, and every door and window in the place is currently sealed so tight you have no idea what time it is outside. Then, from the farther end of your table, a small, hollow, slightly quavering voice speaks: "Uhvat?" How long she's been there with you, you are not certain: A very small, dark, pale, alarmingly thin, disturbed-looking young woman who doesn't seem to cast a shadow so much as snuff the light - and even some of the sound - from around her. She wears drab, but highly serviceable garb that would not look out of place in a Tian monastery, although the glint of mithril can be seen amongst the fabric. At her side are a starkly elegant black-hafted spear and a stingray-leather haversack. "UHVAT!" She exclaims happily as she bounds from one end of the table to the other in what ought to be an impossible (and as you observe its trajectory, bizarrely slow) leap for someone of her size and build, embracing Uhvat as though she were trying to hug a tree trunk. "Is it time to go deeper, walking-grave-companion?" The quaver in her voice is then suddenly replaced with an unnatural resonance, like it was echoing across an incalculably vast distance. "THE DARKNESS BELOW CALLS, A SONG OF FOREVER."
Black Sun, kineticists are one of those classes that I've never really been able to wrap my head around, mechanically. I'll trust that you know how your character works, though I may ask questions from time to time just to satisfy my curiosity. Mechanically, you can start by thinking "3.5 Warlock" (even though it fails to deliver for us true fans of that class), then departing from there.
Be sure that's what you have to do, is my advice; you're headed to a country in arguably the bleakest hour of its history, and the Pandemic's started to turn it into a "Hotel California". I got to spend the first several months of last year in Australia, and my family is finally starting to talk seriously about immigrating - to where, we haven't decided, but Japan is looking like a very attractive option.
On that note, this character of mine has been sort of stuck ever since the committed Emerald Spire party she joined fell apart for some reason (losing our DM, I believe); she is, however, still hoping to complete the delve somehow. Anyone interested in a game of whatever-level-it-is that's next beneath "The Drowned Level"?
I was in a committed Emerald Spire party, and want to continue, but that game's teetering on abandonment; if it does (which looks likely at this point), I'd like to join this. HOWEVER, I'll be joining it next level, that game having just finished the Drowned Level.
We could use more arcane magic...a Magus would do, or a Witch could also be cool (especially with a weird Archetype), or one of the less commonly-seen Wizards, like a Diviner or Abjurer. I guess an Alchemist or Bloodrager wouldn't be terrible, either...or gee, someone who can actually do locks & traps!
Who dwells in a dungeon under the sea?!? UHVAT-BLACKSUN!:
Black Sun nods and heads back. Back where the others are: Black Sun suddenly emerges from the water-pit.
"Come with us. It is safe. There are doors to rooms that keep the water out...and in some cases, separate from other water. We also met the planographer's sister and a giant crab."
Black Sun at last speaks after some time spent staring at the scientist. "There is a crab to your vine on the Shadow Plane."
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