Sounds good. I'll see what happens, it looks like there's light at the end of the tunnel but I'm not holding my breath just yet.
It's been a pleasure.
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There wasn't much left in the tent in the morning, except for a single letter, sealed on the desk. A Letter To All, My paths need to take me elsewhere. It is not my choice to decide, but sometimes the four have plans for us that we may never truly understand. I wish for you to know that I will be supporting you as best as I can, my prayers will be for you every day. I know Moon is a terrible foe, but there is more to this than just him. There is a terrible miasma in the air, something akin to what happened to Sky and it draws me. What needs to happen is for el to be united. I know on paper this is a fool's errand but if I can hold in my heart these conflicting ideas, I know that others can as well. I do not ask you for forgiveness in these times of need, for I don't believe I am doing wrong, but I ask for your understanding. This is more than what a single polearm can deal with, even if it is wielded with truth and justice. I will hopefully come back at a later date, my life has recently given me new purpose, a drive. Where can water flow when the world is on fire? It can spread. It can make the ground wet so the flames can't grow. It can make the air thick to provide coolness to those burnt. When you reach a crossroads, I just ask that you be like water in all things. Be flexible, be understanding, be adaptable. Our world relies on it. Your sister in arms,
Perception DC 15 or Linguistics DC 15: There is some wetness on the paper, droplets from the consequence of a hard choice.
Thanks a lot. Yeah I can do a final goodbye for now. Anything particular you want me to impart on the party? Feel free to DM me.
I'll be honest, as much as I like this I don't think I can give you all the energy and time that the rest of the party is putting in. I can barely keep 1 or 2 posts a day like I used to and every time I return its like the entire world has moved around. I'm unsure how to continue past this point (just from a formality perspective), but I don't feel its fair when I can barely put the agreed upon posts in. The last year has been really exhausting for me and while I enjoy PBP, its starting to feel less and less like a fun writing exercise for me. I'm willing to hang out for a bit until you can course correct without me, find a replacement, or whatever you like, but I think ultimately I'll have to step out of this. Thank you for the opportunity to hop in and try something very different and play in your world.
How much did they believe in the words they said? Puppets for the gods? She shook her head, No that can't be true. I am a servant but I have a choice. There's always a choice. The undine decides to say nothing of the matter and to see if Abnaki's gambit would pay off, should he fail though she would try a gentler way, and should that fail there was always yet another. While it looks like a puzzlebox, there is more than one solution unlike one.
Phon glances at Samen, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." She moves down to face eye to eye with the captive, "If you say the world is ending, perhaps we can discuss why and how. You have nothing to fear if it is right? If your faith is that strong it shouldn't shake you to speak with us."
Phon dispels the dream from her mind for the time being, there was much to be done. Moving through the camp, she looked and saw revelry, unsure as to when it happened. I should have heard it...? What exactly happened last night to me? Dispelling the night and the dreams would require more focus. With a gauntleted hand she offered a prayer to the pantheon, looking at each digit and what the hand could do when they all worked together. Finishing her mental focus, the warpriest moved toward the tent. "It seems they survived the night." Phon kept her armour on, but left the helmet hanging at her side, "Samen, I hope Abnaki doesn't hear you, you would hate to be on his bad side. There was a time when him and I got into some trouble with the commander and..." She laughs, a first for the undine in a while, and it was refreshing like a waterfall's mist. "Nevermind, Abnkaki would tell the story better than I anyway." She looked at Gabriel and swore that she saw the light bend around him, "You and I need to really talk later, so perhaps I will accompany you once we are done this interrogation."
The undine collapses into a heap, breathing in the heavy smell of salt and tears. Wait for me, there's still work to be done.
The spell of truth sat in her hands, and the talk from Gabriel awoke memories of her beloved. It had been a hard few days, dealing with Moon and all of the revelations that were coming at her. She had wondered about this ability to bring those back from the dead. She wondered if it was possible, and like some divine providence she was given the tools to do so. The undine had known much in her time, but this knowledge seemed forbidden... and in some ways worse than some of the alternatives. I would be a fool to let Hien stay dead... But is he even alive? Would he want such a black existence? Phon stared at the hand in front of her, taking the gauntlet off to get a better look. It wasn't outside the realm, she could learn the truth about the profane ritual... She shook her head. The gods have given me their blessing. I can't just forsake them for this. This truth... Clasping her locket, she took a breath, "I need to let you go, you're gone and this temptation will never bring you back. This temptation is nothing but trouble for my faith." She held the hand up in front of her face and placed it on her chest, "I wish to know the truth... Will I be able to heal without him? Will I be able to move forward?" She discharged the spell and hoped to know what her future held.
Phon breathes heavily after being slammed into by the golem, and eventually catches her breath. She was happy this place was full of thick, watery air. "You need to be who you are Gabriel. I wouldn't trust anyone with altering your inherent being." That's all she was going to say on the matter for now, it didn't seem important while Gabriel held some information about her cousin. "Either way Samen, you think this blasphemous process will actually work? I don't know how to feel about it, nor do I know how the gods feel about me pursuing it." She lets the words linger, hoping for some kind of divine providence, but she knew not to expect it. "Theoretically, if you were right, how would we even go around to doing it? I'm not the most adept at putting together magic, only taking it apart."
Phon realizes the fight looks dire, but she tries her best to slam them with the hammer of her weapon.
She quickly lays hands on herself and tries to strike at the golem.
My partner just got word on Friday that they're due to have surgery tomorrow, I will be very unlikely to post consistently over the next week.
Phon didn't know how to answer Gabriel, "I have a cousin... But there was no scar last I saw them." She knew enough to know that whatever pull was in her blood, it may have claimed another, "We can handle it later, but I wonder what mess they got in. We have a... History with the dark." It takes a moment for her to hear Samen shouting, and to remember where she was, though such a word wasn't exactly true here. "I tried to deal with the fog but I was met with unspeakable agony from it. I would not recommend it to the untrained." She was still in shock from everything happening all at once, "I have some rope Abnaki." She gets to work, though her armour prevents her from moving dexterously at all.
This is odd... where are we and what is happening? I suppose it is good i found you Phon, we have some things to discuss now that my condition has passed Gabriels black markings have seemed to grow or refine a little more, he seems calmer and more in control of himself than when he left in pain. "Now isn't really the time... We need to find Osna, they went into this mist somewhere."
Phon feels the fog swallowing her, and immediately tries to detect its magical source.
She thinks about the weaves, and decides whether or not to try to dispel it, undoing the possible magic.
"Osna moved over there, lets go." She gathers her weapon, and with her empowered armor moves into the fog with no heed for the others.
"If you can see it, go. I'll continue my position."
A little dizzy from the shards, Phon channels fervor into herself then moves in to strike.
The refreshing energy of the pantheon swirls and fixes her wounds in different spots. Flames to close, air to seal, water to cool, and earth to scar. "They're using poisons!"
Moving up, she levels the lucerne, "Dishonourable."
Moving in, she couldn't allow for such corruption is flow through. A quick glance revealed a watersinger. "No." The word of censure flies from her mouth to bind the singer's energy.
With the magic flying from her, she grips her weapon and summons her fervor to empower herself with a blessing.
"Polishing mirrors? I wonder what that could be..." Phon wonders out loud, without seeing it, without touching it, it was hard for her to tell but she knew enough to realize it may be important. "What else can you tell us about this sect?" The undine is all business, there would be time to discuss more entertaining matters later.
Phon is unable to really focus with the burning in her hands, but it doesn't matter as she's in her element.
Prepared Spells: 0th - Read Magic, Detect Magic, Guidance, Detect Poison, Purify Food and Drink
*Spells with an Asterisk are pretty much always prepared.
"Whatever hold it is Abnaki, it wouldn't matter if this city were to collapse into chaos." Or worse. She didn't want to say that part out loud but she was certain they all felt it. The undine moves into the sewer and quickly tests the water. The Heavy Armor Undine:
Amphibious Darkvision 60' Swim Speed Water Sense Amphibious: Some undines are born with a permanent bond to water. Undines with this racial trait gain the aquatic subtype and amphibious special quality. This racial trait replaces the spell-like ability racial trait. Water Sense: Undines with this racial trait can sense vibrations in water, granting them blindsense 30 feet against creatures in contact with the same body of water. This racial trait replaces energy resistance.
Without hesitating and taking a breath she moves forward, "Let me lead here."
The warrior priestess waits up for Gabriel, but eventually decides to rest before setting off. It couldn't have been that crucial, perhaps just a passing thought. She headed with the others towards the docks.
Phon is capable of focusing. She was made of sterner stuff than she lets on at times, and now knowing what she knows, realizes that. The bubbling feeling running up her hand was easy enough to stifle, years of training and internal strife made sure of that. "I'm fine Abnaki, just a blessing that I was given. I still am figuring out what to do with such a 'gift', if it even is one." It's only partially a lie, and anyone would know she is putting up an act, albeit a poor one. Before she has a chance to respond to Gabriel however, he vanishes. To speak with me? Perhaps he wants to discuss whatever shadow is lurking over him. I will absolutely make time. The undine hears discussion about music and the sewers and leaves it to the skalds, however she straightens up and listens in as best she can. "Look, I don't know you but upon all of the Pantheon Alive and Dead, I will vouch for Abnaki. This information is a matter of life and death for many."
Phon nods at Samen, "I think you're right. Mobs or not, if these things move about they will be able to deal a lot more damage to folks if they are just roaming the streets in anger... This seems like a recipe for disaster." She considers what to do, "I can try to commune again to get us some information, but I believe some legwork might be the best. The last time I tried, something did not feel right. Almost like putting a fin in water that has a layer of oil on it."
Another 2nd and 3rd level spell.
Leveled up some skills (I will always be leveling Perception, Sense Motive, Spellcraft and P: Scribe), mainly focusing on some K: Religion (even though I can use touch to offset the bad skill ranks) and rounded off Charisma even though the (Disenchanter) Warpriest doesn't really use it. This is a good time to mention that I still have a free language open from Cosmopolitan, what can I take? I know the 4 major elemental languages. As well for flavour, if you want to give me a Sacred Weapon for a pantheon, let me know so I can mark it down, Warpriests technically are proficient with their deities' weapons.
Phon shakes her head, "Let us regroup. What exactly do we know? More importantly, what is a pressing issue and what is a possible diversion?"
"Golems." Phon starts off, "Where would we find a large supply of them?" She considers the sewers like Abnkaki says, "Its possible. We haven't seen any in our journey so far so they would have to be out of sight." The undine side-glances over Abnaki's shoulder, "Either way, the lead might be the best we have."
Phon steps back, "Krz." She is wary of the entity, there was no reason for her to trust it. "It seems that we attract... parasites." The cold nature of her warpriest training comes out, she wasn't ready to take chances if anything were to go bad. Samen and his smoke, Gabriel and being shadowtouched, now this? Shaking her head she looked and spoke out loud, hoping to address the thing, "Whatever you are, know that I will be watching."
Phon almost starts before catching herself, "Abnaki?" She wasn't exactly sure what he had become, but goes to place a hand on him. "Are you alright?"
Sick and dying? Phon wonders, "What god?" She wasn't sure how best to approach the situation, of course there could be more gods, there have been plenty before and probably would have plenty after, but she wasn't ruling out that something wasn't exactly as it seemed.
Are you okay Miss Phon? The quiet shadow stained Ifrit asks in his quiet calm tone Hearing the worry immediately snaps her back to reality, Duty is heavier than a mountain, death is lighter than a feather. "So, I must ask, where do you draw your power from exactly? As a member of the clergy I am quite interested to hear what your gods and magic are about." She takes the words literally from Ozna, "What of Samen?" Undine gives a glare around the area.
"Gabriel, I'll be fine. I'll be fine." Her hands instinctively starts to float near her arms.
What... What do I do? She looks at her hand, and at one point even takes her gauntlet off and nearly presses her hand to her chest but pulls back. No... The undine does not look like she's in the right state, but keeps idly following, barely noticing Gabriel beside her.
I'll get something up later, I'm at a hospital today having a meeting with a surgeon.
Phon barely feels the world around her before she yells out, "What do you want from me!?" She was hoping to avoid the spell, but it had been gnawing away at her. "I'm sorry." She looks at Samen, "I'll explain later... Not here." Answering the question in advance.
Phon relaxes a bit, but not enough to let her guard down. "Knowledge is a worthy pursuit." She remembers the vows she took when she became clergy, "Besides, it would be the safest for you as well. It would be far removed, and should something go awry you would be insulated. I do not think there is any loss here."
Phon listens, she finds that when people speak they always leave cues, her included. Abnaki seemed to have the floor so she focused, there must be twitches even these fey had.
Phon nods, acknowledging the host but not taking anything. "Thank you but I am not hungry after that conversation..." She takes out some of the mead that she enchanted just before and handed some out for her allies, "Should you want, it would be rude for an undine such as myself to not provide you all drink."
"Abnaki, please before you go." The warpriest listens in, remembering the better times with these stories.
"I have to say I did not expect any of that, it has given me much to ruminate on." She thinks and quickly speaks out loud, almost uncharacteristically, "Deals with such creatures make me wary, especially when I live on such a tightrope." Phon nods at Samen, "Innocuous deals are the most dangerous, you never know when they wish to claim whatever nasty thing they want..."
"I do not see a reason to have ways with someone we have only met if they appear smart enough to speak." She tried her best to stifle any concerns she may have with the speaker and instead focuses on its intentions.
It will take me some time to catch up on 21 posts, but I'm around. Just going to need a couple days.
I've had a tragedy occur in my family, I won't be around for a few days. Move forward as needed. Thank you.
The priest rushes over to Ladyfingers and checks him, "Are you alright?"
She moves her hands around looking for anything that goes deeper than just what she can see, "The silver golems will kill their alchemical masters..." She mutters this, remembering that she saw a vision, "The silver golems... Like this? Could there be more of this happening?!"
Hearing Gabriel, Phon looks for some creature that she was warned about.
"Where are you...?"
Phon barely moves from the blow, and focuses her magic in hopes to rip apart its magical protections.
Channeling her fervor she finds the strands and tugs.
"I can confirm Samen, I may be able to dispel it but I don't know what the results would be..." She reaches out to it and touches it to gain some knowledge.
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