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<blockquote data-quote="Nephis" data-source="post: 9279963" data-attributes="member: 20459"><p>Here are the Surge/Hit Point/Action Point situations for our fair heroes, both now and after the scene I will describe below (which includes a use of Mylistra's ritual, Comrades' Succor):</p><ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Jendi: 4/8 Surges, 27/31 HPs, 2 APs (no change after ritual)</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Mylistra: 5/8 Surges, 25/29 HPs, 1 AP --> 4/8 Surges after paying the cost of 1 Surge to perform the ritual</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Nemo: 2/7 Surges, 25/29 HPs, 1 AP --> 4/7 Surges after receiving 2 Surges from Toriq</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Toriq: 7/10 Surges, 34/37 HPs, 1 AP --> 5/10 Surges after giving 2 Surges to Nemo</li> </ul><p>Also noted in the scene is a frayed rope (merely color) and a replaced sunrod (for which 1 gp has been deducted from each character).</p><p></p><p></p><ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">We would like to proceed by having Berylis lead us back to the place of his abduction, and we choose TO DO BATTLE!!! (e.g. combat encounter)</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">In addition to the Grim Portents being ticked off, +2 should be added to the concordance of Nemo's little trinket, The Amulet of Passage, bringing its score to 7 (5/starting score +2/3 milestones in one day)</li> </ul><p></p><p></p><ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">I think the relationship between Elves and Dusk Elves (also called Stygian Elves) is much like the historical relationship, before they became enemies. In fact, perhaps in this world, this madness besetting them will create the antagonistic relationship (unless our heroes are able to stop that plague of madness somehow!). They are aware of each other's existence but--due to circumstance--do not interact that often. In fact, perhaps, very few Elves have had any interactions with a Dusk Elf within the last hundred years. Nevertheless, I believe that there is (at this point, at least) an understanding of underlying kinship.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">That evening at Juniper House, Mylistra will make the act of trusting in a sense of kinship with Berylis and reveal her secret and removing her disguise, explaining her need (which I'd imagine Berylis will easily recognize, given his own circumstances).</li> </ul><p>[HR][/HR]</p><p><em>After their evening meal, Nemo works with Juniper and Toriq to go through the foodstuffs in their various packs, removing older collection of dried fruits and nuts on the verge of going stale, and replacing them with fresher ones, supplementing with some of the dried squirrel that Toriq made a short while ago. They already went through their essential equipment replacing a frayed rope and a used sunrod. They are hoping to be able to leave at daybreak, should the weather remain fair, in order to get a good distance away, thereby removing the dangerous presence of an escaped fugitive from the witch's house. </em></p><p></p><p>[HR][/HR]</p><p><em>While her friends are concerned with the packs, Mylistra makes her way over to Berylis and--after making an appropriately formal Elven bow to him--asks to speak with him, for she has something to tell and to show him. When they are both seated on stools to one side of the huge open fireplace dominating the space, the witch opens a small wooden box resting on the table in front of her. She sits staring inside it for a moment: Berylis peers in and sees various pieces of equipment that appear to quite obviously be intended to disguise someone's appearance. Meeting his silent gaze of inquiry, she reaches up to begin her nightly--well, ritual isn't quite the right word, even if it feels as if it were, so--she reaches up to begin her nightly <strong>mundane </strong>ritual: the removal of her ears, along with makeup making her face to appear fuller, less elven. The other elf's eyes widen is surprise and alarm, and she smiles sadly. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"You know how we are seen, whether we are Stygian or of the Woods. In order to live freely here--of course fighting other prejudices against women living without men, practicing hedgemagic--I must disguise my origins, not only for my own protection but that of my mentor" - here, she nods over at Juniper - "as well."</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>After a moment, the wood elf nods his head before folding his arms over his breast and bowing, thanking her for trusting him with this secret. She smiles her thanks, and the two continue their conversation, Berylis obviously curious about this member of a distant and little-known branch of the broader Elven family.</em></p><p></p><p>[HR][/HR]</p><p><em>The halfling repacks his extra clothes into his satchel, but his mind is elsewhere. Around his own neck, to be precise. The pendant he now wears does not seem to actively pull him one way or another (although after Jendi examined it, he did imply that it may in the future), but several times during their adventure last night (early this morning) Nemo felt a small surge of satisfaction, as if it approved of his more heroic actions. The amulet felt positively warm when he led everyone into the hidey-hole. So, while his friend may be correct that it is not <strong>actively </strong>trying to influence, those moments of approval are proving to be a bit ... intoxicating. Nemo looks down at it, gently rubbing a thumb over its surface. Something to think on.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>At that moment, Mylistra calls Nemo over, along with Toriq. Leaving Juniper working and chatting with Berylis and filling his pack with some of her tastier dried fruit and tisanes, the two join her, sitting on the earthen floor in front of the large open fireplace. Nemo recognizes the equipment gathered together on the floor before her: the stone bowl holding crushed dried herbs mixed with the precious yellow powder, her ritual knife--all necessary in this ritual to empower those who have need of a loan of some of their companion's power. He knows that this time it is <strong>he </strong>that is in need.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The halfling sits facing Toriq, their hands clasped, eyes almost closed, and the witch now loosely ties a string around their wrists. Then she turns to face the stone bowl and picks up her knife, for--as always--the price must be paid. Blood drips from the cut in the palm of her hand into the bowl. Laying the knife down across the bowl, Mylistra begins to murmur the incantations to Sehanine that Nemo remembers from before. The halfling is almost hypnotized by the appearance of that silvery blue chain circling their hands, reflected in Mylistra's palm as it heals the wound. As he stares, he feels a warmth within him that reminds him of the earlier glow from the amulet. Strange but somehow heartwarming.</em></p><p></p><p>[HR][/HR]</p><p><em>While this ritual is being performed, Jendi is deep in the dark woods, walking slowly and deep in thought. As is frequently his custom when in his mother's home, he slipped outside as soon as the evening meal was finished, needing solitude and ... less light, if he's honest. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He feels a sense of relief as he approaches his favorite lonely spot in these woods, a small glade surrounded by trees growing so closely together that--during the day--they almost omit the sunlight and, at all times, they barely admit entrance. As he draws closer to the center of the glade, he senses the shadows growing thicker, heavier, and casting a familiar darkness that feels bright to his eyes. Reaching into his pocket, he removes a handkerchief and opens it, uncovering a small talisman held within: a raven carved from onyx. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He gazes at it for a moment, lips pursed, then surveys the shadows growing ever darker, more than is warranted, even at night. The warlock waits expectantly, even if the visitation he is hoping for has never occurred with any great frequency, but he senses that--tonight--he will not be disappointed. And he isn't.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>There is a density forming in one particular locus, accompanied by the faint sound of wings. The silhouette of a hooded figure--feminine, it seems--appears, shadows dripping into a dress flowing into and out of the darkness. Two eyes glowing with an onyx blackness seem to watch him, intently, for several long, silent moments. Then, Jendi hears a voice softly whispering and strains to catch the words dropping from her dark, almost indiscernible lips, yearning for each one.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"My knight" ... a wry chuckle ... "my brave knight! Still moping that you are seen as a child within your family? What should you care for that, when such dire tidings abound here and downriver. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Do you understand that your small friend was found to be of stouter heart than you, and thus earned My gift? You must do more to prove yourself to me, to be worthy of the <strong>other</strong> gifts you have already received from me ... gifts that can be revoked, if you do not live up to my expectations."</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>After a moment of silence, the whispering words resume: "but I will have more patience, for--after all--you are still young and capable of change. The power you receive from Me, you must use in defending Mine from the cult of the Demon of Undeath: here and in Blackstone. Be brave, be daring, learn from that small friend and leap into darkness. Protect yourself not: you belong to Me, after all. You would do well to remember that. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Unless you wish to return My ... gift? And pay the price? Remember?"</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Terrified but filled with adoration for his Queen, Jendi throws himself prostrate on the leaves and pine needles, at the feet of the Duskmaiden. "Never," he gasps out. </em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nephis, post: 9279963, member: 20459"] Here are the Surge/Hit Point/Action Point situations for our fair heroes, both now and after the scene I will describe below (which includes a use of Mylistra's ritual, Comrades' Succor): [LIST] [*]Jendi: 4/8 Surges, 27/31 HPs, 2 APs (no change after ritual) [*]Mylistra: 5/8 Surges, 25/29 HPs, 1 AP --> 4/8 Surges after paying the cost of 1 Surge to perform the ritual [*]Nemo: 2/7 Surges, 25/29 HPs, 1 AP --> 4/7 Surges after receiving 2 Surges from Toriq [*]Toriq: 7/10 Surges, 34/37 HPs, 1 AP --> 5/10 Surges after giving 2 Surges to Nemo [/LIST] Also noted in the scene is a frayed rope (merely color) and a replaced sunrod (for which 1 gp has been deducted from each character). [LIST] [*]We would like to proceed by having Berylis lead us back to the place of his abduction, and we choose TO DO BATTLE!!! (e.g. combat encounter) [*]In addition to the Grim Portents being ticked off, +2 should be added to the concordance of Nemo's little trinket, The Amulet of Passage, bringing its score to 7 (5/starting score +2/3 milestones in one day) [/LIST] [LIST] [*]I think the relationship between Elves and Dusk Elves (also called Stygian Elves) is much like the historical relationship, before they became enemies. In fact, perhaps in this world, this madness besetting them will create the antagonistic relationship (unless our heroes are able to stop that plague of madness somehow!). They are aware of each other's existence but--due to circumstance--do not interact that often. In fact, perhaps, very few Elves have had any interactions with a Dusk Elf within the last hundred years. Nevertheless, I believe that there is (at this point, at least) an understanding of underlying kinship. [*]That evening at Juniper House, Mylistra will make the act of trusting in a sense of kinship with Berylis and reveal her secret and removing her disguise, explaining her need (which I'd imagine Berylis will easily recognize, given his own circumstances). [/LIST] [HR][/HR] [I]After their evening meal, Nemo works with Juniper and Toriq to go through the foodstuffs in their various packs, removing older collection of dried fruits and nuts on the verge of going stale, and replacing them with fresher ones, supplementing with some of the dried squirrel that Toriq made a short while ago. They already went through their essential equipment replacing a frayed rope and a used sunrod. They are hoping to be able to leave at daybreak, should the weather remain fair, in order to get a good distance away, thereby removing the dangerous presence of an escaped fugitive from the witch's house. [/I] [HR][/HR] [I]While her friends are concerned with the packs, Mylistra makes her way over to Berylis and--after making an appropriately formal Elven bow to him--asks to speak with him, for she has something to tell and to show him. When they are both seated on stools to one side of the huge open fireplace dominating the space, the witch opens a small wooden box resting on the table in front of her. She sits staring inside it for a moment: Berylis peers in and sees various pieces of equipment that appear to quite obviously be intended to disguise someone's appearance. Meeting his silent gaze of inquiry, she reaches up to begin her nightly--well, ritual isn't quite the right word, even if it feels as if it were, so--she reaches up to begin her nightly [B]mundane [/B]ritual: the removal of her ears, along with makeup making her face to appear fuller, less elven. The other elf's eyes widen is surprise and alarm, and she smiles sadly. "You know how we are seen, whether we are Stygian or of the Woods. In order to live freely here--of course fighting other prejudices against women living without men, practicing hedgemagic--I must disguise my origins, not only for my own protection but that of my mentor" - here, she nods over at Juniper - "as well." After a moment, the wood elf nods his head before folding his arms over his breast and bowing, thanking her for trusting him with this secret. She smiles her thanks, and the two continue their conversation, Berylis obviously curious about this member of a distant and little-known branch of the broader Elven family.[/I] [HR][/HR] [I]The halfling repacks his extra clothes into his satchel, but his mind is elsewhere. Around his own neck, to be precise. The pendant he now wears does not seem to actively pull him one way or another (although after Jendi examined it, he did imply that it may in the future), but several times during their adventure last night (early this morning) Nemo felt a small surge of satisfaction, as if it approved of his more heroic actions. The amulet felt positively warm when he led everyone into the hidey-hole. So, while his friend may be correct that it is not [B]actively [/B]trying to influence, those moments of approval are proving to be a bit ... intoxicating. Nemo looks down at it, gently rubbing a thumb over its surface. Something to think on. At that moment, Mylistra calls Nemo over, along with Toriq. Leaving Juniper working and chatting with Berylis and filling his pack with some of her tastier dried fruit and tisanes, the two join her, sitting on the earthen floor in front of the large open fireplace. Nemo recognizes the equipment gathered together on the floor before her: the stone bowl holding crushed dried herbs mixed with the precious yellow powder, her ritual knife--all necessary in this ritual to empower those who have need of a loan of some of their companion's power. He knows that this time it is [B]he [/B]that is in need. The halfling sits facing Toriq, their hands clasped, eyes almost closed, and the witch now loosely ties a string around their wrists. Then she turns to face the stone bowl and picks up her knife, for--as always--the price must be paid. Blood drips from the cut in the palm of her hand into the bowl. Laying the knife down across the bowl, Mylistra begins to murmur the incantations to Sehanine that Nemo remembers from before. The halfling is almost hypnotized by the appearance of that silvery blue chain circling their hands, reflected in Mylistra's palm as it heals the wound. As he stares, he feels a warmth within him that reminds him of the earlier glow from the amulet. Strange but somehow heartwarming.[/I] [HR][/HR] [I]While this ritual is being performed, Jendi is deep in the dark woods, walking slowly and deep in thought. As is frequently his custom when in his mother's home, he slipped outside as soon as the evening meal was finished, needing solitude and ... less light, if he's honest. He feels a sense of relief as he approaches his favorite lonely spot in these woods, a small glade surrounded by trees growing so closely together that--during the day--they almost omit the sunlight and, at all times, they barely admit entrance. As he draws closer to the center of the glade, he senses the shadows growing thicker, heavier, and casting a familiar darkness that feels bright to his eyes. Reaching into his pocket, he removes a handkerchief and opens it, uncovering a small talisman held within: a raven carved from onyx. He gazes at it for a moment, lips pursed, then surveys the shadows growing ever darker, more than is warranted, even at night. The warlock waits expectantly, even if the visitation he is hoping for has never occurred with any great frequency, but he senses that--tonight--he will not be disappointed. And he isn't. There is a density forming in one particular locus, accompanied by the faint sound of wings. The silhouette of a hooded figure--feminine, it seems--appears, shadows dripping into a dress flowing into and out of the darkness. Two eyes glowing with an onyx blackness seem to watch him, intently, for several long, silent moments. Then, Jendi hears a voice softly whispering and strains to catch the words dropping from her dark, almost indiscernible lips, yearning for each one. "My knight" ... a wry chuckle ... "my brave knight! Still moping that you are seen as a child within your family? What should you care for that, when such dire tidings abound here and downriver. "Do you understand that your small friend was found to be of stouter heart than you, and thus earned My gift? You must do more to prove yourself to me, to be worthy of the [B]other[/B] gifts you have already received from me ... gifts that can be revoked, if you do not live up to my expectations." After a moment of silence, the whispering words resume: "but I will have more patience, for--after all--you are still young and capable of change. The power you receive from Me, you must use in defending Mine from the cult of the Demon of Undeath: here and in Blackstone. Be brave, be daring, learn from that small friend and leap into darkness. Protect yourself not: you belong to Me, after all. You would do well to remember that. "Unless you wish to return My ... gift? And pay the price? Remember?" Terrified but filled with adoration for his Queen, Jendi throws himself prostrate on the leaves and pine needles, at the feet of the Duskmaiden. "Never," he gasps out. [/I] [/QUOTE]
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