Re: Chapter 1: Stonebridge Falls
Over at the misty alcove...
Although Nym had simply been rambling, clearly something she had said had struck a cord with the orcish shaman. He drew himself up haughtily. "Hmm. Do not. Wish for the thing. Wish. For the power. To do the thing. Oneself. Hmm. Even corrupted. The effect. Would be against me. My people. Would still have. My power. Working. For them."
The orcish shaman apparently had been thinking to himself, almost, and for once his eyes had left Nym. Nym's other question brought his attention back. Gobbat had spoken truly, there was something a little odd when the orc looked at a person. He seemed to be truly focused on that person when he looked at them. For good, or for ill, of course.
"God..." the shaman said, starting to look around. Over the shaman's shoulder, The Ball was viisble, sudden;y darting too and fro whilst shining pink and purple like the portal. It had apparently been behind and back fro mthe shaman all along, and for some reason seemed agitated the orc was going to look around.
The orcish shaman stopped, and instead leaned in to Nym. "..or something," he whispered. The Ball drifted downwards back out of sight, apparently relieved.
"Some gods, some other things, cannot walk as they will. Cannot ignore us. Some need us. Then, that is when one might get their Wish. Only then. Otherwise, the gods do as they will. I think the gods do not steer us. We steer the gods. Gruumish is the god of destruction, plunger. It is good to break apart the old, the strong should have what is theres. But has our god lost his way as his people have been reduced? Does their lack of faith in themselves affect what our god can be?"
It seemed a flight of fancy he was sharing with Nym, soon abandoned. Especially when Nym spoke kindly of dragons. He leaned back again. "Dragons. Burned our world. Dragonborn. Struck down. My race. Do not. Speak of them. So."
Aww, you annoyed the shaman!
At the earth alcove...
[Private to Meri: As I said, a more sane DM would have done something like that regarding the leaf and blue stone, yes...]
When Meri brought out the leaf, her hand was pulled towarrds the bush. The stone almost leapt from her hand to stick to a random branch, swaying alone. However, then suddenly and silently the was a flood of green, an explosion of foliage from beside the green stone until a healthy decorative shrub was there.
However, that was not the end of the magic. The branches beneath the canopy shifted, twisted. The bush grew taller until it was taller than Meri. Then the top split apart in two, each half falling to the side and twisting whilst something came out of the centre...
In a brief moment, the bush had twisted itself in to a clever representation of an elf, branches for limbs and greenery for clothing and hair. Or rather, a half elf, for it looked very much like Meri herself. Only two things were odd. Firstly, the way the eyes were formed by hollows in the branches. Secondly, the fact that the green stone had visibly become the mouth, to give 'Meri' a bright smile.
One arm was tucked behind the bushes' back, but the other arm was lifted towards Meri, palm open. As if waiting for something to be given to it.
As I said, in a sane world...