Torisen again ignores the runelord's magic.
He summons spirits around Krune and his mount, drawing on his mythic power to increase their potency.
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Torisen ignores the puny magic of the dragon rider. "Nothing I haven't seen before." He draws a Harrow card and casts a spell on the runelord Ranek grounded.
Torisen throws a starknife at the giants:
Torisen casts a spell and rises into the air to get a better look.
Torsen pulls out a harrow card and shares a dire vision of the future with one of the attackers.
Counting on his teammates to keep him alive if things get too dire, Torisen refuses to give in to dispair. He takes a quick step back, away from the creature, and feels mythic power flow through him.
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"What the devils!?" Torisen staggers back. He casts see the unseen and Points Out at least one of the enemies.
"Good show, Ranek," Torisen compliments. "Excellent technique."
Torisen sends his familiar to reassure the people. As a snake is not very reassuring, Geoffrey turns into a fair facsimile of his master to deliver the message.
Torisen weaves his own wards over the group as they travel; Svevenka's magic is powerful, but she isn't likely familiar with his ancient techniques.
Torisen keeps an ear open for movement or concern from the spirits of the mountain, leading the group on stable paths.
"Thank you. Certainly better than having it buried here, under lava. So much will be buried." Torisen looks sadly over the city before the journey begins, mourning the loss of so much history.
Tarot cards flicker and shuffle around Torisen as he prepares another spell.
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Torisen sighs at the gigantic creature, then tries to blow a hole in it.
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Torisen sustains his aura to embiggen it, then draws on his mythic power to mess with the minds of the gigantic creature.
Torisen rises into the air and phantom serpents surround him, in preparation for the battle. He calls on those few spirits that remain in the air to bless the group.
With all of the collapses and monster attacks, Torisen always has plenty of people to patch up.
Torisen focuses on patching up the survivors.
"Out of this city, you fool! Your lords have been defeated many times already."
Torisen sends his starknife slicing through the monsters emerging from underground, but even a promising Harrow reading doesn't get him a hit.
"These magics are ancient, we can only stall them for so long," Torisen examines the spellwork controlling the climate and tries to reinforce it.
"What a catastrophe!" Torisen exclaims in a rare show of emotion. "This city has stood for millennia--even without those cursed birds, you can tell that earthquake was no ordinary force." He gazes up at the crumbled mountainside and then back down to the sinkhole in the plaza. "The queen will not be pleased."
Torisen casts bless and flies close enough that it helps the attackers.
Torisen draws on some deep and mysterious well of power in an attempt to transmute one of the creatures into harmless stone.
"Oh, for the love of Acavna..." Torisen shivers in the shadow os the giant birds as he slides toward the pit. He casts fly on himself and zips up off the ground to hover 25 feet over the ground.
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"We'll keep our eyes peeled for the traps. Hopefully the interloper just got himself petrified, and not bludgeoned to death by constructs," Torisen offers.
"Tempers are high. People must be very excited about this portal opening."
"This is a foolish thing to be arguing about, on such an important festival day. It's clear that Cilamil has valid points."
"Look, son: Arcane runes are versatile and can accomplish many things, but you're closing your eyes to the possibilities if you are so adamant on using only one tradition of magic."
Torisen keeps his eyes peeled after dealing with the constructs. Something strange is definitely going on, here.
"Out of the way, please!"
Torisen springs one of the construct's arms loose.
"Come here, cat!" Torisen coaxes the creature.
With Sorshen well-appraised of the the plots at hand, Torisen decides to relax and enjoy the festivities.
Torisen wanders the city before the ceremony, reflecting on things have changed since his time.
"They can be used by one of the Runelords to scry on you, rather effectively," Torisen shrugs. "But if you are in Thassilon, you should assume one of the Runelords could always be listening to you."
"Well, I had always wanted one of these, though they have their dangers," Torisen says as he admires the new ring and medallions.
"They wish to pull down the beauty have created in these ruins, and replace it with the illusions of some kind of facsimile of Xanderghul."
Torisen observes the Runelord cautiously. Waiting in her presence is like standing close to a raging bonfire. Uncomfortably close.
Torisen squeezes through the gap in the wall, waving away rock dust, to enter and investigate. Geoffrey slithers down his side to nose though the detritus of the base, as well. "So, they want to wrest the portal from Sorshen? Good luck to them; we'll warn her, of course, but I don't love their chances even back in the old days. Sorshen is not now, and never was, one to trifle with. Might as well stand against Xin himself." He takes the slate from Raek and examines it: "I could find the match, but only if we were quite close by; scrying it from here is possible, but beyond my current magic." He frowns and slips the slate into his pocket. "I can prepare a spell that would allow us to find the bearer if they are at the opening ceremony."
"In the old days, we could have just cast passwall," Torisen complains. for
Torisen considers just taking a breather, but he gestures at the wall and a think spike flies into it, chipping away.
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Torisen calls his familiar spirits to surround him, then raises horrifying illusions around the foes, conjuring visions of destruction from the ancient past.
"Do you think you can counteract them?" Torisen frowns at the runes. "I think I recognize that one."
"Foolishness. Do you know how difficult it is to divine omens from astrological events these days?" Torisen can't help but snort. "You should help us advise your group's leaders. Where do you usually meet them? And why are the called the Risen?"
Torisen frowns at the cultist's reticence. A feeling of foreboding washes over him as magic connects him to one of the cultists.
"Surrender now, or you'll be sorry," Torisen warns the cultists. If we can get to the bottom of this, Sorshen will be pleased with our efforts.
Torisen continues to have the spirits tear at the cultists, then concentrates the poison roiling through the air to focus on one of the foes.
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Torisen maintains the attack of the spirits on the cultists, then invokes his mystic snakes and strides over to support Iesha. and
Torisen grounds himself in the spirit world, channeling a bit of power from beyond, and call on those spirits to rip and tear at the cultists.
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