Send a small thought of annoyance go see how Eleanora is doing.
Agreement. mommy sends.
Eleanora appears to be in process of telling tales of Arkean skies and saboteurs slipping past borderwatch into the Empire. Her references are rock solid as far as you can tell, and it seems others are buying the story with some reservations. She's living her dream. Maybe you should do same.
"Ah, there you are, handsome! Where you have been?"
"No, she may come.
Dwarves, fleeing, but trapped in stone...That reeks of mystery...
Plug the pipes for now until we know what they're for. Unless they're serving a vital function."
Scry into the past of this fortress with the scrying orb. Assuming I don't die.
Dwarves are strictly fantasy. No myth, legend, or historical record mentions such beings. Only some children's fairy tales talk about brave and stout mountain folks.
"The pipes are empty and corroded shut long time ago, so no problems there."
The scrying orb is slippery on more than one way. You must keep constant focus in order to make it look what you want to see. In particular you focus on the one
skeletal arm you remember sticking from stone wall, seeking how it came to be. The orb displays the arm, the moment you found it, how it was day before, week before, month... Years turn into decades, decades into centuries, centuries into millenia and the arm remains same. Shortly after that the orb reaches beginning of the time.
Interestingly this point is roughly 1097 years ago. A lot closer to present time than it has any business being. And there, at that point of time, the stone wall and the arm stuck in it is still there just like it was yesterday. Well, not exactly; the arm has flesh on it. Rotting flesh. That... can't be right. How about the main hall then? Again you begin scrying process from beginning, looking backwards from present ever further into history trying to detect any changes. You find none. The fortress has been like that since beginning of the time.
Which can't be true. There's just no way. To sum up creation myth, in beginning there was something. Chaos. Ever shifting thing that never remained same, never repeated pattern seen before. Then by accident Order came into being in form of pyrite crystal. It didn't like how everything constantly changed, so it begin fight against Chaos to protect precious state of life that was spawned from Chaos. Order made the Dice in order to find Order in Chaos. Using them Order threw full force assault where it knew it would win to maximize gains, and sent minimal force where it knew it would lose badly. This way it fought until Chaos was exterminated.
The world was spawned from Chaos near beginning of this fight, but it was orderly. It was in motion, in change, but underlying pattern of Order kept in existance. Order saw this was good and spared it. Historians, chronologists and servants of Order have determined this was about 10000 years ago. So you can easily see the big conflict here.
Laudata storms in demon wolves right behind her. "My lord! What is happening..." She stops on her tracks the moment she sees avatar of the fortress next to you. Avatar grins ans waves at her. Her eyes jump between it and you, silently begging for indication how she should proceed.
Just before articulating his words, a terrible vision assails Soleus.
It is vivid. So real. So close.
The sky has turned into some endlessly deep dark plane.
Black arms and hands of gigantic sizes are descending from the heavens.
Innumerable tendrils of black murk are rising from the earth.
The same blackness he glimpsed at with the Eye of Forbidden Sight.
The souls of all people across the land are ripped off from their mortal vessel by thousands and thousands of wicked hands.
And then they come for him. Cold and screaming. They have waited for so long.
As this apocalyptic scene is unfolding, a stoic voice rising from the world resonates in Soleus mind.
It says :
You really want to die, don't you?
I have this simple classification system for spells, scaling from one to eight. Class 1 is what you lot have been casting mostly. Simple spells. Class 8 is where fundamental rules of reality are changed. Two highest levels cannot be archieved currently, and this spell actually ranks on class 7. And that's if you had magic roll 5 or 6. But you have 1. What I'm going to do? I didn't expect this kind of spell with this kind of roll. I probably should just outright rip your soul out. And Anna's. And probably do same for everyone in the entire continent too. Which also includes all players.
It's also midnight here. I'm gonna sleep over this and think about it more tomorrow. I'll give you opportunity to do same.
At this very moment, Soleus snaps out of the trance on his knees, shaken to the core by what he just saw.
Anna is here, embracing him strongly from the back, pleading with her eyes in tear to stop the madness he was going to do.
There is no way he could hide his intent from the perfect wife he asked. She could read into his heart like in a wide open book.
"I beg you Soleus, stop your madness ! Come back to me !"
He looks at the motionless dice with terror, then at his hands. Why did he even thought of asking for such a spell ??
With a weak voice, he says :
"DICE OF ORDER, BAKE ME A CAKE AND PLACE IT IN FRONT OF ME."
Dice of Order can't bake anything. They are dice. Very peculiar kind of dice, but still only dice.
1. Magic on the other hand finds this talk about dice and order rather annoying. Extremely so. Here! Have the god damn cake!
It is big. It is white and red. It looks absolutely beautiful. It looks outlandishly delicious. It smells desirable. You become hyperaware how hungry you are. Your salivary glands go into hyperactive state filling your mouth in mere moments. Anna is already moving towards it, albeit slowly.
Future Wild Magic (9): 1 2 3 1 6 1 6 3 1
Body:
Echantments:
Aura of strength
Magiphone with mommy
Artifacts of power:
Locket of Subjective Truth
House:
Followers:
Other:
-Basic travel gear
-Woodcutters axe
-Two big kithcen knives
-Some food
Some jewelry
Dressed for party
In coastal city
Cover story provided
Escort of Eleanora Beaumann
Party
Future Wild Magic (9): 4 5 3 6 3 4 3 3 3
Body:
Head of elephant
Tusks: Cracked, but fixed on surface
Pink head
Right forearm: Bleeding hole
Right bicep: Bolt stuck on, two cuts
Right calf: Pierced once, cut twice
Left thigh: Laceration
Left lung: Impaled
Arteries breached: 2
Major blood loss
Echantments:
Brother-in-arms: Dominic Calhoun
Artifacts of power:
House:
Followers:
Other:
Huge barrel
Two arms and lots of small legs
Empty
Has hole near bottom
Protection from harm
Future Wild Magic (9): 4 5 6 2 6 5 2 1 4
Body:
Muddy
Mane
Echantments:
Magical video conference between Arken Frost, Samuel Marr and Soleus Arendar
Artifacts of power:
Eye of Forbidden Sight
The Cake
Flying villa:
Expanded land
Controlled by magical orbs
Holographic command room
Fully shieded with forcefield
Protects from: physical forces, repel
Unsteady small elevating platform
Followers:
Magical mail order wife: Anna
Damn perfect
Golden wedding ring
Traces of violence on throat
Nature of self
Steel golem: Tec.
Skeletal structure
Wings
First Commandment: Protect Anna
Other:
Aspiring educator
Golden wedding ring
Memories stolen
Book: Excavation of Zaaerath
Future Wild Magic (9): 3 2 1 3 3 3 4 3 ?
Body:
Long ears with tuft
Eyes popped: Blind
Eardrums popped: Deaf
Echantments:
Protection from Giant Orange Juice Barrel
Communicate with Giant Orange Juice Barrel
Reflect Spell
Artifacts of power:
Something
The camp:
Food reserves: sausages and cinnamon rolls
Grotesque statue of dead mage
Carved poem of "Wild Magic"
Wooden bone throne
Bejeweled golden goblet
One step ladder
Followers:
Other:
Long drinking straw: Blocked
Scale mail pants (appearance only)
"Wild Magic for Dummies" pamphlet
Future Wild Magic (12): 6 1 1 6 3 6 1 4 1 1 2 2
Body:
Sand in pants
Coated in blood and ink
Something lost
Echantments:
Magical video conference between Arken Frost, Samuel Marr and Soleus Arendar
Artifacts of power:
Whispering Staff of Earth (1d4+2)
5 Balanced spell scrolls
Calin's Shredder
Heartbane
Scroll of Healing [6]
Scroll of Teleporting [5]
Potion of Firebreath [6]
Tent in Tenhe:
Ward of Ignorance
Ancient tower:
Something's missing
Reinforced impenetrable stone dome
Hidden gate
Grid of miniature suns
Simple boulder sentinel
Few simple golems
Siege engines
Silly face carriage
Ermonous animated granite statue of Samuel Marr
Granite statue: This is a ermonous granite statue. All craftsmanship is of the highest quality. It's encrusted with diamond, ruby, quarz and gold. On the item is an image of Calin the Crime Lord. Calin is missing arm. Calin is crying. This artwork relates to thievery of Calin's Shredder and subseguent mutilation of Calin.
Mystery plant in iron and fire cage
Ward of Ignorance: Dome undetectable to Calin and those who associate with him
The Forest: Now Ashlands
Ashlands: Two huge broken stone arms
Ashlands: Forest gone
Ashlands: 9 treasure boxes
Followers:
Other:
Lots of maps
Few empty paper sheets
Owner of Calin's severed arm
Book: Autobiography of The Most Glorious King Cotlal the First
Pair of sandstone cubes
Future Wild Magic (8): 2 4 3 6 6 3 3 5
Body:
Bitten by feather hat
Scales on back of hands
Echantments:
Magical video conference between Arken Frost, Samuel Marr and Soleus Arendar
Ageless
Immortal
Artifacts of power:
Staff of Generic Crafting [2d3]
Slippery scrying orb
Personal teleportation bracelet
The Fortress:
Flying
Reconstructed
Skeletons in closet
Precision mining beam
Intelligent
Self-replenishing
Self-modifying
Overtly helpful
Gargoyle avatar
Throne room
Ornate skylight
Inhabitants: 20
New species
Not so polite
Personal teleportation bracelets
Mage's workshop
Self-replenishing
Containment circle
Dispel array
Followers:
New species: Laudata
Firstborn
Minor arachnophobia
5 giant demon wolf golems
Personal teleportation bracelet
Swarm of stone spider golems
Other:
Well prepared for travel
Quest for godhood: In progress
Small Favours
Glimpse of magic
Pair of lead chunks
Funny wooden wheel
Perfectly generic ladle
Copper bowl for scrying orb
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Topic: Wild Mages: Dominic, The Naked Mage (Read 87689 times)