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"So they say of childbirth by a graveside, although I am unsure who 'they' are, nor have I heard them say it, nor do I know what you mean. By chance noble prince, can you tell us anything of the striding fortress, or the Patchwork king, or Marzalee the Weaver?"
"Why does it cling to you so? How did it come to be your home? Most folk must build and keep their homes, and are loathe to leave them. Your particular problems sound rather unusual."
Off the top of my head, Feral, Amazing Red (they've probably already played it); Khelreddin, Oladon. All are reliable.
Ghost-breath sits quietly besides Kaelin, saying a quick prayer to purify the food. "I wonder what the Rabbit Prince represents to the Harrow? I do not know the Varisian ways as well as I might hope. This creature seems more honorable then the others - I am surprised it partook of the flesh of its creator."
Galstak meditates upon the tattoo on his arm, focusing his energy upon the image and the creature before him. He approaches the lupine lord. "Greetings, my lord. You seem to be having some issue with the occupant of that house. Perhaps we travelers could help you out in trade for some small reward... perhaps a token of some esteem."
A man covered head to toes with tattooed skulls Shoanti glyphs of protection and death takes a moment to straighten his tuxedo imprinted T-shirt. He nods towards the newcomer. "You may call me Ghost-Breath. If I may add to Kaelin's words: we appear to be in a world of spirits, filled with the forgotten stories of a dead Varisian woman." He motions to the nearby corpse. "This appears to be the remains of that woman; her stories ate her." The muscled man stretches, his bones popping in the quiet morning. "We are collecting objects of power, tokens held by her murderers - so far, we have a black quill and a garnet with a gold pendant. A stranger told us they would lead us to a place called the striding fortress, and that we should be wary of a spirit called 'The Patchwork King'. We were to head to Demon's Fend next, one of several remaining places of power to explore here."
Well, theory was a strong word. I was mulling over if she was Sonnorae, but had kind of shelved it in my mind. That the speak with dead questions (which were more oriented towards our immediate survival ) confirmed it was kind of welcome coincidence.
Theory confirmed!
"If we need to rest, let us rest." He moves beside the fallen hag and stares at it, perhaps with pity, perhaps with sadness. He chants a quick prayer and begins to talk to the body. "Spirit, why did the conspirators kill Sonnorae? What do the tokens mean? Who did these horrible things to your body?"
Cheese it! The oracle makes his own weapons and armor.
Please don't join this game if:
Also, if anyone joins for a limited time I have a top of line, totally free spell pouch for them. Latest years model. No, no, don't all rush in at once now! ~ a current player.
Wait, are your running The Midnight Mirror? OH MY GOD THATS TOTS MY FAV EVEH. I enjoyed PbP'ing a lot. A lot a lot. Sam Zeitlin should quit being a stupid lawyer and write fantasy. The atmosphere is great, the moral ambiguity is better. I, uh, statted out every unstatted NPC in the book (minor spoilers for players). Ahem. I may or may not return to them in the middle of the night, fawn over them, and talk to them because they're my friends.
Is there more garden? If not, move onto the fend I think.
Shayn: I think you can identify that scroll with read magic. Ghost-breath doesn't have that, since he's a barbarian and all (theoretically).
"An oil to shape stone, a potion to enlarge, a scroll against chaos, a wand that shatters. I do not know what this last scroll does. I wonder if this place has anything to do with Sonnorae's death - an echo perhaps. "
"Yes, in the well below. It looks like all manner of arcane trinkets are woven into a nest of sorts. Apparently this creature was both a cross between a golem and a bird." He makes a small snort. "It will take a bit of climbing to get them. I don't suppose anyone brought a rope into the world of dreams?"
The Shoanti looks at the quill carefully, reaching out to feel the magic of the world.
"Was this then the "Prophet's Garden"? And if this is the token we need, should we try these "Fends" next?" He does pause and consider for a moment. "I wonder if it is all a lie. Nothing here has been friendly or truthful - why do we believe the screaming man - Blanco, was it? - about the tokens or He could have lied about Sonnorae just as easily as any other here."
"It seems this creature was far from ever having lived. What madness or dreams wrought such a creature?" He shakes his head. "Her skin is patched together like a child's doll, and her head empty of anything, save malice." "Come Kaelin, let us mend your spirit." He lays his hands upon the half-blooded; ghostly tendrils wrap over her body and the wounds slowly knit themselves together, not without pain.
Ghost-Breath strikes out thrice with his semi-real spear.
I am also fine with called shots, just wanted to know the extent of things. (Tariel, I think you're up in game)
Ah, I missed where you discussed called shots. Just trying to catch up to speed.
She has preternatural senses of some sort? Blindsight? Echolocation? She seems to have all the benefits of blindness, none of the penalties. I don't think my character would be smart enough to figure out what, but maybe someones character could. Also, are there any other variant rules other then called shots in play we should be aware of?
Ghost-breath chooses silence over a battle cry, but he does utter a short word and a longspear woven of ethereal force springs into his hands. He moves up, circling with Tariel around the twisted hag.
If I had realized she was already sightless, I probably would have picked a different spell then blindness to lead off with. The joys of reading.
Happy to help make things more complicated.
Galstak blesses the party with fervor! pick one!: A creature may:
Galstak roars as the ice hits him, his affable demeanor falling away. He looks deeply into the eyes of the hags and small tendrils of ghostly matter leap from his eyes into its.
Galstak nods and approaches the strange hag, although uncertain of her intentions.
Galstak nods at Kaelin's whispered question, and follows up on her words to the creature. "Indeed. We are lost, perhaps most profoundly, and have come to find those with power and authority in this land to talk of matters." He rubs a finger over the edge of the fine wood desk. "At least by your trappings, you seem to be one such stature. Forgive us if we do not show proper deference, but we are strangers here and have yet learned little of the masters of this land. Perhaps introductions are in order. The world knows me as Ghost-Breath of the Skoan-Quah, from the Storval Plateau." He pauses.
"You talk of takers and leavers, unicorn. But let me tell you what I see... a supposedly noble creature, the unicorn, sitting smug in their pride and far removed from generosity." He stares at the unicorn; then he turns towards the goblin. "And meanwhile I see another creature, who wishes to be noble like the unicorn, but can't ever be selfless enough to give up a single cursed piece of fruit. Neither of you do your names justice."
Ghost-breath's patience breaks. "Good, evil, what does it matter? There are a hundred pears! Nobody will live or die for want of a pear." He walks over and gives the tree a solid shake - perhaps solid enough to litter the ground with a dozen pears.
"It is a single pear, but I see many pears upon the tree. Why cannot one of you simply pick another pear and be done with the squabbling." Ghost-Breath ask, incredulous at the arguing.
"We will make sure no harm comes to you, Clever-Tongue, before you get a well-earned rest." Ghost-breath straightens his tuxedo shirt and presses on into the briar.
"Look at this." the Shoanti says aloud. He holds up his arms and points; the alien Empty Throne tattoo is fading from a momentary glow, although hard to pick out among the bone-and-death iconography of his Skoan-quah tattooing. Ghost-breath reaches out to touch the symbol. The little voice in Galstak's head: I do so. Oh master of metaphor, do you mean a will save of some sort? (+1 vs. fear, +2 vs. death-effects,mind-affecting effects, sleep effects, and stunning.) I'm probably reading into "Will" too much...
"Perhaps we try the Brier and the Garden next? Perhaps the wild beauty of such a place will soothe the nerves of our nature priest..." Ghost-Breath says, gesturing to Sheyan, "... after the peril his companions were placed in."
The Shoanti nods in acknowledgment at the power of the shadow-man's word magic. "We should go" Galstak suggests to Kaelin. "Rogg is no doubt busy with his bears."
Screw the token, I just want him to tell us what the answer to the riddle is.
Galstak raises a bushy eyebrow at the Wayang. Seeing that the shadow weaver seems to have the situation well in hand with the Master of Ceremonies, he steps outside to stare at the cruel giant. "You should treat the animal with more respect. I have heard that they can jump two dozen steps and tear the head off of a creature, and that you can never really tame the thunder lizards. If you persist with the whip, you would be wise to never turn your back on the creature... or its owners." :P
Ghost-breath grimaces. "A riddle with a dozens answers is no riddle at all. I could easily say that "a caterpillar is a nasty pest that eats many grains, which causes the farmer store his harvest in a very large room". Does "grain" then answer your riddle? Of course it does. But it could easily be a dozen other things"
Me thinks you are becoming as mad as I am, Galstak. I'm not quite sure what it means.
A caterpillar is a nasty pest that may eat many grains, so a farmer stores his harvest in a very large room.
I also thought water for a second; but it doesn't "leap" out at me.
I find that one pretty open ended. Obvious to the riddler is not obvious to the riddley.
This is a definitely a tough one, only one line and one hint.
Could be a play on words. Breath and breadth - breath in the mouth, breadth of a room. Air also fits, sorta. Song as well. I don't buy light. I can't really figure out why the Caterpillar part is critical. And why did he give Kaelin the creepy eye before asking? Is that relevant? (Other then you do look like Alice. Perhaps simply be homage to Caroll on the DMs part.) Also, the letter "o"
Brainstorming: Literal: some sort of plant, silk
"So speak your riddles, dream-born, so that we may be on our way."
Ghost-Breath can by scary or charming, but deceit is not really his bailiwick. I'm also a little confused by the last post; I'm not sure what he's saying. If he is going to ask riddles, he should ask.
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