| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
It is the night before the Swallowtail Festival in Sandpoint. Some of you have traveled a great distance, some of you may have lived close to the city, but all of you are uncharacteristically tired this evening. Maybe it was the Varisian wine, or the hardships of travel. The night is still and warm, you close your eyes with eager contentment
So this is one of the fated? Is this some cosmic joke? You think this pitiful creature can prevent my Ascension? The voice wakes you from your sleep, when you open your eyes you are in a dark void. You see the source of the voice, a tall humanoid with strange clothing and a glow about him. Hmm, they are awake. How about a little test then.
Spellcraft DC 18 +2 circumstance if speak Thallosian:
The words seem to have a physical presence and you can sense them in every way, you see them, feel them and even taste them. It is raw power.
You think this is some kind of summon spell