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| Thunderspire Laberynth (part 2) Posted by Kitau. | Group: 0 |
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"Well if you are thwarting gods then maybe we can be fast friends." Pulling a small chunk of bread out of his pocket he offers it to the new friend on his head. He looks to Dido & Callie as he does so. "Then it may be time to simply rid the world of these gods altogether, or limit their interference. No one being deserves to control the fates of another, not even the gods. Though I would never come to force my way on another I believe we should put less faith and time into hoping another will save us and forge our future for us. I say mortals need to more faith in their own power to forge their own future and that reliance on themselves over that of reliance over a fickle god who has no true care of what becomes of them." This message was last edited by the player at 04:49, Mon 11 Apr 2016. | |||
Nom! Pyrus prefers toast, so he breaths fire on the bread a bit before munching. With nothing to give in return handy, the little dragon flies over to Mits, takes some coin, and flies over to hand it to Corvus. Mits just chuckles. (( OOC: Technically, my familiar cannot do any of this stuff mechanically. )) She looks to Corvus and says, "Plot twist! Corvus achieves his goal and discovers that he himself has become the very thing he strove to stop: a being that controlled the fate of the world! In desperation, he shatters himself into a zillion pieces to prevent himself from becoming a tyrant! But then ambitious mortals rise to replace the defeated pantheon, and all his work is undone! Reminds me of a song. ♫ "Ensuing power vacuum, A toppled leader dies. His body fuels the power fire, And the flames rise to the skies." ♫ | |||
"Unfortunately, even if such a thing were a wholly desirable result, evil cultsists and demons get along just fine without their gods compared to those trying to heal stab wounds on a battlefield." The Sorcerer does have more faith in his friends than the dieties they follow, though. But making fun of Sehanine's dislike of crossbows is quite different compared wanting to punch her for hanging out on the moon all the time. | |||
Callie nods. "For many mortals, they have faith in their mom or dad. For me, a priestess of Sehanine was my mother when my real mother wasn't around. In my lonelier moments, Sehanine herself was the only one around. Everyone needs someone to lean on, be it a friend, a relative, or a god. Those who refuse to acknowledge this basic fact of the heart are both self-deceiving... and quite alone." | |||
He thinks to himself for a moment, "It seems I have not worded myself well. I am still not good at conversing in this language, I mostly converse with Luna in Abyssal and she has been my only companion for some time. I have met many that follow gods and put their faith in them and some have like you kept their pride their own fire that makes them who they are and drives them. Sadly that has not been the case for most whom I have seen. Many come to rely on those who call themselves gods and forever lose themselves to the Idea that they have no control over their own future." His face hardens, "I myself was raised as a son of a human blacksmith, we were happy in our home until those who followed a god that called my kind blasphemous and a curse on the world stripped me of my home and my parents who raised me all in blind faith of some god." He takes a long breath and calms himself a bit. "Those who blindly follow, trust unconditionally, rely on on how to make every decision, and look to for every answer from some god who makes decisions on what they think might be interesting. Those are the people who need freeing from the gods control." "That being said, I do not resent all gods, some maintain the reasonable balance that allows for their people to worship and follow them, but do not teach or interfere with the development of the mortals that follow. They simply provide the guidance to live on as as themselves to mortals that need that boost, that push that makes them want to keep going.Those gods that instead of forging the persons future for them, show their followers how to forge their own future have even my respect." | |||
...not. "...Sorry for your loss." Pyrus slides down to Corvus's shoulder to hug his neck and pat him comfortingly. | |||
Though it does also highlight part of why he's been so paranoid even to people he's known for several levels until recently. "Cultists are never something that ends well for those involved, no matter the names they go by." Terdisas doubts it will be any comfort that the Gods those people claimed to follow won't allow them into the good afterlife funhouse, seeing how that is later, and dead family is more immediate a concern. | |||
Dido nods and adds, "I think we already established he's coming with us. Corvus, if you need anything, let us know. But for now, know you are now in the company of heroes." He's not about to add that another wonderful advantage to ascending to godhood is being able to find your dead loved ones. And don't worry, Terdisas. Dido has a happier life than you ...wait. | |||
Corvus reaches to pat Callie on the head and smiles as best he knows how. "Well it seems for now at least my days will be filled with more noise, and my father would turn in his grave if I turned down an offer of friendship from kind fellows such as yourself." He looks to Callie. "Especially an adorable one such as yourself." This message was last edited by the player at 06:36, Mon 11 Apr 2016. | |||
Mittens suddenly has a Mittens puppet on her left hand and a Corvus puppet on her right hand. Mittens puppet says, "Oh! A devilish person! You look awesome and stuff! Come join our adventure!" Corvus puppet answers, "Very well." Mittens puppet explains, "We're investigating the mysterious dreams I've been having about a Pyramid of Power. Our investigation led us here to this suspicious clearing." "Well no wonder you were wary when I showed up." "Precisely! Now. It's time to get to the bottom of this weird feeling we got when we arrived at this place." Mits begins to search the area. As you look around, a figure appears near the center of the clearing—a ghost, perhaps, an insubstantial vision of a male tiefling draped in robes. “Greetings, travelers,” the image says. “What do you seek in the Pyramid of Shadows?” Mittens puppet gawks. "Hi! I'm Mittens! Who are you?" “We are the protector of the forest ruins, a place sacred to Melora in the distant past,” says the image. “What brings you to this forlorn place?” This message was last edited by the GM at 07:03, Mon 11 Apr 2016. | |||
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Callie looks up at Corvus as he pats her head and mentions her adorable nature. A blush crosses her cheeks and she says, "Uh... thanks, Corvus." To be fair, when Callie and Dido find out Corvus thought them children, they won't exactly be able to say child adventurers are unheard of; they adventured with one before, after all. Callie and Dido will probably always think of Rolen and worry for him from time to time for years to come. He was a cute kid. When yet another tiefling shows up, Callie begins to wonder if this is a tiefling convention. She gives a polite bow and says, "Hello, Protector. Blessings. I am Callie. This is Kitau, Dido, Terdisas, Superbird, Corvus, and you now know Mittens. We come here to investigate why Mittens has had visions of this place." Dido gives a fist-to-chest salute and says, "Greetings." He isn't quite as loose with blessings as Callie is. Though he suspects there is little he can do to bless this poor apparition. | |||
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He looks to the ghostly figure. "By what bonds are you held to this plane my brother? No soul should be left to wander. Though I can offer little help in passing you over I may be able to put your mind at ease so you may pass on your own." | |||
The image points then fades away. At the center of the clearing, amid a small tumble of worn stones, they see a small, glowing pyramid. The object, about a foot on each side, is covered with unknown markings. (Arcana DC 28 to recognize that the markings are Supernal.) Mits sweatdrops and stares. "Well at least it was less annoying than the Vecna image thing." | |||
"So clerly as we know better, we won't be doing that-wow I can't keep a straight beak saging that, tweet." At least it's not the spooky runes or the lava runes. | |||
Callie says, "Do not mistake my desire to believe in people, or being comfortable with someone not attacking me for ease of trust, Corvus. As an adventurer, I have found I will take what I can get as a reprieve from constant strife." Dido puts his hands on his knees to look the pyramid over. "...are we supposed to shrink? Or is this supposed to grow?" | |||
(Corvus offering to take a 20 to try and read the symbols up to DM & party if he can if he can.) | |||
Very wizardly of you, Mittens. Corvus is able to determine that the runes are Supernal, the language of angels and devils. But the meaning is indecipherable. (( Because the module doesn't even tell the DM what it says. Maybe it says, "Speak, friend. And enter." or something. )) | |||
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Callie looks hesitant to let him, but at the same time, doesn't really see much other way to try and enter. Should Dido's attempt be successful, Callie will immediately follow. | |||
object consumes them. | |||
Corvus walks over an follows the two ahead of him laughing as he enters. This message was last edited by the player at 04:15, Tue 12 Apr 2016. | |||
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shrinking or it’s growing, but it fills your view and you’re immersed in darkness. The voice of the tiefling comes to you one last time. “Welcome to the Pyramid of Shadows. The only way to win your freedom is to kill us—three times.” His mocking laughter taunts you, fading away as light returns and a tremendous stench assails you, suggesting that you’ve left the forest behind. The characters are now in the Entrance Pit of the Pyramid of Shadows. They have been transported into the extradimensional space that exists outside space or time. A stench of death and blood assails you as you appear suddenly atop a pile of bodies. Humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, and others, all apparently recently killed but all wearing clothing and armor of an earlier age. The pile of bodies seems to shift, as though something might be moving beneath it. Above you, at the top of the pit, you see a hideous, two-headed giant—he’s rubbing two blades together with an eager gleam in the eyes of both its horrifying heads. Perception Check DC 16: You see a flash of something large and green moving through the refuse beneath your feet. It might be a giant snake or worm. Callie still has Pyrus in her arms, but Mittens is nowhere to be seen. http://i.imgur.com/C0SQQD1.jpg |
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