"This power here is somewhat intoxicating... huh?" Noxin slurred, idly slapping Huzair on the shoulder. The wizard stumbled to the side, colliding lightly with Saelus. Both mages looked angrily at the barbarian, but Noxin wasn't paying them any attention. Instead, he gripped Windblade tightly in his fist, muscles rippling as he marvelled at the
raw energy coursing in the air around him.
"I think I can feel this fueling me..." he grinned breathily, his eyes wide as he raised the air sword above his head.
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OOC- So, anyone familiar with Malhavoc Press' event book
Requiem for a God might recognize some of these effects. The entirety of the demiplane is within an Energy Well, for instance, which is straight out of that book. Noxin attempted (and failed) to channel some of that energy into himself when they first arrived.
Confronting Dridana's demiurge, required consultation of another book entirely. Atlas Games'
Seven Strongholds has rules for when mortals come face to face with the divine called Primal Dread. The dice were unfavorable at this point, and only the two newbies of the party managed to hold their ground when stared down by the fallen goddess; the others all epically failed their Primal Dread checks and ran, panicked.
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