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As the ship went down the band kept playing. Yeah well Gaelvin is not that type but its not at that point yet. What kind of champion is he, always running away. XP
Song of Unmaking:
Effects Constructs Only Dmg
Gaelvin was built up to much. Hope my post does not disappoint. >.<
"Gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be laaaaaaate!" He skids to a stop on stage catching his breath. A spotlight has him in moments. He looks up like a kobold staring down a stampede of war weasels. A few moments drift by then he recovers, spinning his guatar he strikes the first chord causing an explosion of sound and color as his illusions run rampant. As he starts to sing and play they take form changing the world around them. The sky shifts in a spectrum of colors and ghostly plants start to grow quickly from the ground. Soon they are joined by animals of all kinds. As the song goes on it begins to effect the people giving them illusionary alterations making them seem more fantastic, a few even find that they can fly with scaled wings. Knowledge (Arcana) DC 46:
This is a dragonsong of flight. It allows those the player wishes to fly like a dragon for as long as the music plays. Dragonsongs can only be learned from dragons or those who in turn learned the song from dragons. They run thick with power and even among dragon kind few have the talent to master them completely.
Let me know when Gaelvin is up. I think his performance will be interesting. ;)
Btw are the performances just RPed or do you have some sort of rough system besides skill roll. I just thought it would be fun to add mods based on RP with the skill roll to judge a performances effect on the people watching. Like rolling a 1 with only a +10 then added a +7 for RP giving a score of 18 which would be passable but not good and due to the nat 1 would involve a rather embarrassing mishap in which during your juggling act one of your pins hit you directly in the face but was passed off as part of the act. Just an idea. ;D
"Oh well I never was one to pass up breaking misconceptions." He said to no one.
Sense no one bothered to make a perception check that time. Gaelvin has a collection of dragon scale picks. Just a little fun fact.....may not play into anything.....most likely.......maybe.....just saying. ;D
"Thanks again for the help." With that he dashes away towards a shelter, playing the same strange note that banished the fiends before if he comes across any more.
"Thanks, I am not the front line type."
Being the pied piper is not always a good thing. Someone help me. XD
"What is going on, someone help. Everytime I move they follow me and if I stop playing their going to swarm me. Can anyone hear me!" He didn't know what worried him more, when he could no longer play or if more fiends were going to come across him to join their fellows.
Gaelvin makes a decent defense if Michael needs it. But really murder is a bit strong, great bodily harm would be closer to the truth.
"How about that and that." Soon the water was hot with clouds of steam rising from the surface. He waded in slowly then went chest deep as his arms remained atop the rim of the bath. It was not long before he heard a slight splash, opening one eye he spotted nothing. But a small splashing sound soon had him looking around, it appeared next to him with its own arms spread out on the rim of the bath. A strange little pocket watch construct of some kind, with a tiny folded pink towel on its head. "Hi how you doing?" The pocket watch noded in response. Gealvin scooped up some bath salts from a near by bowl. "You mind?" The pocket watch shook its head. He tossed them into the water, in moments the steam changed color and the relaxing aroma was filling the room. "Mind if I get some tunes going, not the silent type." Again the pocket watch shakes its head. Kethendmiirik starts to play itself. "Nah thats to hard, try something more mystic and classic with a soft tone." Kethendmiirik's neck gets longer and thiner while its body rounds out a little more. Then it starts again. "Much better, now for a little scenery." The roof shifts into an open night sky with stars and a large moon. The steam gives it a sharp yet foggy contrast. "How that huh, maybe break out a few cold drinks." The pocket watch nods and gives a thumbs up. Gaelvin sings a few lines to a strange song, a bottle and some cups appear with in reach. "Picked that up from the realm of some god of freedom and drinks. One of the few things I remember." He pours some into two cups handing one to the pocket watch which is near the size of the cup. "Cheers." They both drink, somehow the pocket watch drinks all of its cup as well. They both put down the cups and blow out a long breath in unison. They remain basking in the setting.
How is this for Fieri's theme song or masterpiece. ;)
Hey dont leave Gaelvin out of the concert. Give a guy a notice at least. T.T
Gaelvin has a 120 ft. speed as well as being feyish thanks to a greatful host but someone in his line of work has to be quick on his feet. Have you ever gotten on the wrong side of a djinni vizier, you better be good at running away. ;)
Gaelvin shrugs. "Its your masterpiece, do what you want. As for the location, I came upon a garden that would be ideal. Stone walls and rooms do little to inspire, but that is my taste. I remind you that I can not help you as you do your masterpiece, I will be mostly observing and helping you practice."
"Well I am glad that this school seems to do its job. But while you have talent that does not amount to skill. If push came to shove I would choose skill. Your too raw, without refinement you can never create something that will endure much less touch someone's soul. A good artist can stir the soul yet a true artist reveals the soul, in such a way that even that soul was unaware of it." He smacks his hand to his head. "By all the planes of creation, I've turned into my teacher! I blame you woman!" He points an accusing finger at Fieri. A book soars over the stacks smacking Gaelvin in the back of the head. A sueeshing sound can be heard coming from that direction. He recovers quickly rubbing his head. "Ah the price of dramatics." He picks up the book and places it into a stack. "We need to arrange somewhere that we can work. Also I would suggest you work on a masterpiece. It does not need to be your life's greatest work but it should be something you pour over and attempt to perfect to the best of your ability. That more then anything will help your skills and the result will be detailed evaluation of your current level. Any questions, complaints, or threats upon my life?"
He looks up at the books. He stops humming and they fall back into place. "Oh that, seems your books dont get read enough so they like to dance. Normally it only happens to a few but if I sing the whole place goes nuts. I take it you make use of screens here more then tomes. As for teaching it depends on what you want to learn, I dont even know if you have any skill. Do you at least know how to read and write music, if so do you have any samples of your work?"
Iynora sent you an email.
Gaelvin's Song or as close as we can get to it I think. ;)
It wasn't several thousand feet but my entrance would have hurt a little. I guess music likes me enough to give me a survivalable ticket in. ;)
"Okay, well, do you need me to show you to your room, or can you find it on your own from the map?"she asked Gaelvin. "I think it best if I have a guide, spent the whole night wandering this place will little luck. That is if you dont mind."
"Thanks but dont worry about the background check as I assure you it would take years and I doubt you would get a full account. To many secretive host and what not." He pauses for a moment shaking his head. "That last part was in your head wasn't it. Sorry I forget to turn it off sometimes, most planar creatures use telepathy to converse. I have a few psychic abilities but nothing as grand as pyrokenetics or telekenetics.
He gives a bow to the Headmaster. "That would be great, you have my thanks again. Feel free to call on me if your in need of a bard."
He finally stops playing, swinging his guitar over his shoulder. Taking a breath he speaks in his own voice. "Well it cant be worse then that demon lord's guest room. Honestly who calls the screams of countless mortals music and relaxing. Dont get me started on the food, nearly starved the whole time there. Anyways thats enough gripping, shall we?"
Gaelvin shrugs. "Well not that I dont love playing at this school but I have a bit of plane lag. Would you happen to know an inn I can hole up in near by. I dont really need to rest but its a habit and so much more relaxing to. A local libary would be useful too so I can brush up on this world, last time I did not I got chased out of a town because they found it highly insulting to eat with your mouth closed. Something about hiding the gods blessing or something." He shakes his head.
Gaelvin listens with no small amount of interest. "Well thats interesting, very interesting." At the part about teaching his smirk drops a little bit. "I am not the best teacher, I mean I could give you the notes and everything. But most of my stuff is pretty advanced, not to mention most of the songs require more then skill to be truely played. But I guess if we stay off those songs you may learn a few. I promise nothing, the songs do the choosing not me."
Gaelvin switches up to something more upbeat. The guitar shifting to red oak with silvery strings. Speaking with his mind rather then spoil the song he replies. "Oh I pick things up, you would be surprised how many songs cross over the planes to different worlds. As for picks." He taps a hidden compartment that pops open with rows of picks on his guitar. "Kethendmiirik has his own supply of picks but I find that different picks give different things to the song, while someone with keen hearing or knowing its there wont notice it. It still changes the song in subtle ways so I keep many different kinds from scales, bones, to woods and other types." In a fluid practiced manner that you bearly even catch he switches picks and closes the compartment. You spy what seems a red scale but almost polished armor or jewel like. "As for being new, yes I dropped in last night. My name is Gaelvin Sieti commonly known as Plane Song Gaelvin by some. Interesting world from what I have seen of it." He gives a slight bow while still playing.
Two?
It does not control, it acts more like a suggestion. Anyways he is not considered a student or even a visitor. You got someone walking around your school no one knows anything about and you dont know how he got in. Really his ability to compel dragons seems very minor considering. ;)
Is it wrong that I happen to have a dragon song of compulsion. :D
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Iynora: Sent you a email...again
Gaelvin had found his way to the garden area of the school. He gave a smirk, he had a way with plants. He started playing a tune and soon the plants moved in time with his song. He sat on a seat of vines grown from his tune. The whole garden was growing and turning wild with his song.
<-I got the music, it turns groups into engines of destruction. Edit-Waiting for day break before posting again.
<--- About to E-X-P-L-O-D-E :) Gaelvin is not used to being ignored, should he wait or do something to draw some attention sense this massive school seems deserted.
Gaelvin gives him a wink. "Feel free to make a request next time." He disappears his song fading with him. Down the hall he can be seen jogging away.
Gaelvin shrugs still playing. "Songs are only dangerous if their player chooses. I have played devil dirges in front of celestials who wept for their fallen brothers. To put it simply I will play what I want or is asked of me. I could care less what others think, their minds rarely agree with their hearts."
Gaelvin keeps playing, the song was nearly over. The illusions were shifting now into a draconic paradise with flights soaring thru the skies. "Oh here and there, I do request and make it a point to study new songs. You mind telling me what world and plane I am on?"
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