GM:
"The common speech on my world is called Umbral. I also know the pidgin Nightspeak. For spellcasting, I use the ancient language of magic known as Hissla. It may have some similarities to your Draconic tongue."
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GM: "Yes, that's correct. I have a connection with those who have departed from this life. If absolutely necessary, I can call a portion of their spirits to aid me in my endeavors for a short time. When your spell wears off, how do you propose we communicate? I've never met someone from another world and lack much linguistic knowledge."
GM: Mjesecar frowns. "Well, in that case, what does the parasite look like? Forewarned is forearmed, after all. By the way, how long will your language-matching spell last?"
GM: "That sounds quite terrifying. Is there a way to identify infected creatures?"
GM: Mjesecar relaxes slightly as the creature appears friendly but stays wary. "Greetings to you as well. I'm not exactly sure what happened or where I am. I went to sleep in my bed and woke up in this strange place. If you had something like this happen too, perhaps we can work together? I, too, am a mage but am unskilled in the healing arts. Who was tracking you? Are we in danger?"
We'll see how things go whenever I get to meet up with everyone else. At the moment, I'm a naked black Kobold with a small army of Shadows. :-)
@GM: when my shadows kill something, will they create spawn? If so, what happens when the summon duration expires?
GM:
Mjesecar makes soothing "calm down" motions at the creature. He then steps closer to the shades, gestures grandly, and tells his companions to retreat... GM: ...out of sight, hide in the walls and floor, and come back but remain hidden.
Once they're gone, Mjesecar smiles and points at himself. "Mjesecar." He then points at the spider creature.
GM: With a sibilant hiss, Mjesecar commands his shades to pause their attack and move to shield him.
In Umbral, he issues a command. "Surrender and explain yourself. Otherwise, my friends will kill you." As he speaks, he attempts a crude pantomime.
GM: The shades continue to attack while Mjesecar attempts to identify the just-cast spell.
GM: The shades silently continue their assault.
GM: Taken aback by the spider creature's callous disregard for life, Mjesecar takes it upon himself to avenge the flaxen-haired being. With a thought, he summons a trio of shades and attacks!
GM/hallway: Staying as far as possible from the open door, Mjesecar cautiously creeps along the hallway toward the flaxen-haired creature's location.
GM/Hallway: "Who are you, and what is this place?"
GM: Extremely confused but with no better options, Mjesecar cautiously steps into the hallway.
GM: Mjesecar slowly blinks his eyes open and immediately closes them again in pain. so bright! It takes him some time before his eyes adjust. i need to find shelter...my poor retinas! Desperately, he attempts to crawl into the shaded area under his cot. Finally able to calm himself, the black-scaled Kobold carefully examines his surroundings through squinted eyes as he attempts to make some sense of the strange voices.
Here we go. :-) Just so everyone knows, I'm operating on EST. Also, I work crazy long hours Tues/Thurs, so posting will be extremely limited. The rest of the week's pretty open, though. |