((PW you missed my post, I was trying to talk to the book lady.))
Wasn't bolded! She'd ignore you anyways like she ignored the needle pointed at her head.
"Our Cognizant" Genesis gestures at Aaron, "did say that both the target we are pursuing and this lance are from a pre-Covenant war of some kind. One of our other teammates got a bird's eye view of the area here and there are a lot more of these craters around. this weapon was apparently designed to kill magical entities and is very effective at it. Likely each of the craters contains something similar, if not identical. The entity we are pursuing is capable at least of creating plant creatures out of gourds and controlling them from some distance. mmm, the sky itself is tinted with the magic of whatever this is, so what we are dealing with has quite a wide reach. One of our fellows looked through his needle at the entity and got an eye full of blood for it. Whatever it is is gearing up for a war that is long over. Also it has kidnapped at least eight people recently. Random villagers from two different villages as far as we can tell.
That's all I recall at the moment. We haven't gotten far in our investigations. Some villagers seemed to know or suspect something but we weren't able to get much info from them, except about the mysterious entity stealing crops (which it turns into gourd monsters, apparently).
Do you need to dispose of this lance?"
Attempt to recall any details I forgot to mention.
"I will need that lance...but not yet." Sharpe says, and raises both hands. She places her palms together and then spreads them open in a way that mimics opening a book. Semi-translucent pages of light appear and flutter between her hands. After a moment they stop moving and she leans closer to examine whatever is on them.
"Records from those times are scant, even within our library. The Magi created constantly, iterating infinitely, sharpening ideas to a needle point. They never kept track, the mundane never saw the big picture, and the mages were nothing but soldiers with only scattered memories."
She is silent for a few moments, reading.
"Best guess is that this is one of the choir types. They were generally support types."
She raises one hand and the page she's looking at enlarges so that everyone can see it. The text on the page is gibberish to the group but the image is of what could only be described as a god-like being upon a throne, carried by countless other strange and beautiful things. Its done in a style of art that none recognize but that is clearly quite old. She points to the periphery of the image, at what appear to be lines of worshippers, including women singing.
"They'd sing the Magi's praises, empower the armies, raise the dead, heal the injured, that sort of thing. An old Homunculi, barely more than an organic automata. Whatever is here sounds like it might fit this type. Maybe its some sort of attack focused variant or maybe it just went unstable over the millennia. Either way, even though its only a peripheral member of the retinue it will be a challenging beast in these more peaceful days. "
"This armour I have also came from the pit if that helps."
See how Elizabeth is doing and poke around the pit some more and see if I can't find any items that might tell us about what happened or be helpful.
Name: Debby
Description: Looks like a regular human woman but with the head of a deer.
Nature: All-Tounges
Status: Normal
HP: 8
Inventory:
purple robe
white gloves
big ass needle
Sword
Elizabeth Audrey Foxington, the living fox doll, now with parka
Rope
Rifleaxe
10' rope
Spork with sharp serrated edges on the spoon part
Humanoid doll made from a knotted sheet, it's alive now
Sewing needle
Chest piece it doesn't fit well
Helmet doesn't fit well
Fate Points: 5
Liz is pretty entranced by the pretty pictures and the new lady. She even shushes you when you try to talk over the explanation. You shrug and put her down at the edge of the pit to listen while you poke around. [3] You find nothing of particular use.
Aaron is greatly relieved to hear the newcomer is here on the same mission as he and the rest. As a result, he stands his needle point down on the ground, and leans on the handle.
"Apologies for my distrust. I'm Aaron, the cognizant Genisis speaks of. If I can be of any assistance, I am ready to help."
Having introduced himself, and offered his assistance, Aaron attempts to know how near the nearest creature animated by the black magic is.
Name: Aaron Blackstar
Description: A thin, tall man with pale skin, long ink-black hair, and a carefully trimmed goatee. His eyes look like finely faceted balls of smoky quartz.
Nature: Cognizant
Status: Relieved, and impressed by the array of allied forces.
HP: 10
Inventory: Robe, needle (bloodstain's worth of black creeping magic), and gloves. Assorted conduit food in sleeves (minus one steak).
FP: 0
Links: Red:Hugh, Yellow:Youare, Green:Grey, Orange:Greed, Blue: Aa
((Also, Grey and Hugh, that is quite a pickle you are in. Best of luck in surviving impact.))
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The nearest creature animated by black magic is....14 feet away.
((sorry for my absence, literally moved. am now settled in my new home and am using my phone for internet while I wait for the primary internet service to be installed in the next few days))
Thank you for not including me in that, I'm continuing to follow the glove in the more traditional way, and am going to occasionally glance through my needle to trace Gray's thread and see how his travel is going.
Name: Terissa / Tess
Description: a passive but brave teenage girl with purple hair and brown eyes, she has a hint of protrusions on her shoulderblades like the beginnings of wings, and a thin lizardlike tail, but nothing useful at this time.
Nature: Chameleon
Status: miniwings replaced by moderate-size wings made of air, mostly healed from a gunshot wound.
HP: 9
Inventory: Purple robe with red eye symbol on the back, white gloves with red eye symbol on their palm, 4-foot long iron needle that has been charged once from stabbing The Hammer, and once from killing a gourd.
Fate Points: 2
violet= Genesis
blue= Grey
His travel appears to be going QUICKLY.
“Hopefully you we can teleport before we hit a tree! Hopefully you can create a new spell before we hit a tree! None looks better than the other! We may fail! We may succeed! It’s as though our success was dependent on the roll of a die! Ho! Ho! Ho!”
"Alright, spell it is! Hold on!"
Grey destroys the spell hurtling him through the forest and immediately forms a new one, Maintain the health of Grey and Hugh, spending 1 fate on the spell. Let fate take the wheel, ho ho ho.
Name:Grey
Description: A hairless pink colored man with lacking facial features, little more than a pair of eyes, two holes for a nose, and a line for a mouth.
Nature: Verbomancer (Maintain)
Status: This might've been a mistake
HP: 6
Inventory:Purple robe, Grey's gloves, giant needle and a rifle fused to a magic saber
Fate Points: 1
Red Genesis
Orange Debby
Yellow Aa-tou-tou
Violet Youare
Blue Tess
Indigo Hugh
Green Aaron
Hugh awaits the inevitable.
Part of a rock wall.
Darkness.
Plates and silverware
The distance between the conduit and the village.
An extremely tiny part of the distance between the inn and the creature.
Several (possibly wrong) answers to the question of where the creatures are.
(Possibly) several pieces of Hugh’s chipped teeth.
Two gourd creatures (with magic from an unknown source.).
A mile of air.
A pond’s worth of water that had a bunch of corpses decompose in it.
Name: Hugh.
Description: A large, fat, bald human male who, despite being seemingly obese, is immensely strong. He towers over others, with the tallest of the other (current) humonculi only coming up to the center of his abdomen. He has a hearty laugh that makes his belly shake like a bowl full of jelly, and is very kind and jovial
Nature: Glutton.
Status: Ho! Ho! Ho! Let fate take the wheel!
HP: 9
Inventory: Robe, gloves, and needle.
Fate Points: 3
Red - Aaron
Orange -
Yellow - Genesis
Green - Greed
Blue - Youare
Indigo - Grey
Violet - Aa Tou Tou Lesia
((What about Tess? I thought she was tucked under Hugh’s arm.))
“Hopefully you we can teleport before we hit a tree! Hopefully you can create a new spell before we hit a tree! None looks better than the other! We may fail! We may succeed! It’s as though our success was dependent on the roll of a die! Ho! Ho! Ho!”
"Alright, spell it is! Hold on!"
Grey creates a shield with his gloves, destroys the spell hurtling him through the forest and immediately forms a new one: Maintain the health of Grey and Hugh, spending 1 fate on the spell. Let fate take the wheel, ho ho ho.
Name:Grey
Description: A hairless pink colored man with lacking facial features, little more than a pair of eyes, two holes for a nose, and a line for a mouth.
Nature: Verbomancer (Maintain)
Status: Mistake
HP: 6
Inventory:Purple robe, Grey's gloves, giant needle and a rifle fused to a magic saber
Fate Points: 1
Red Genesis
Orange Debby
Yellow Aa-tou-tou
Violet Youare
Blue Tess
Indigo Hugh
Green Aaron
[2,
1]
Grey breaks the current spell as he activates a new one. The new one....completely fails to happen at all. Uh oh. He just as time to scream to Hugh to create a shield and cross his own arms before things get loud. [5,4][-4 HP Gray] Grey and Hugh have their shields up when the spell breaks and is no longer there to guide them around trees or keep them aloft. And so they no longer avoid the trees and no longer stay in the air. The initial impact sends them tumbling and the shields only protect from the front so the subsequent several seconds are mostly a blur of green, pain, and light from burning gloves. When they finally do come to a rest in some underbrush they have very little coherent memory of the impact. Hugh sits up from the bushes and looks around. Forest. Yep, that checks out. Probably not dead. He looks at his arms. Yep, still there, always good. Gloves are burnt right off though. Legs are similarly intact. He pats his body down a bit. Everything still seems to be in its proper place and not crushed or torn or broken in half. He stands up, woozy at first, but manages to keep his balance and look around. Gray is laying a bit further away, against a tree. There's a broken tree branch jutting out of his stomach. Hugh can't tell if he was impaled and then landed here or if its a branch from the tree he's on. Either way, not great. Gray waves weakly.
"Another happy landing..."