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<blockquote data-quote="Sic_Pixie" data-source="post: 5974149" data-attributes="member: 52403"><p><strong>Grembor reborn ... with a thirst for calamari</strong></p><p></p><p>They make it back to the Temple without any problem; they then start hauling out all the treasure they have discovered to cover the costs of the spells. The temple can’t actually perform the miracle but they do have contacts in the area to a druid who could help out. He explains that the only Clerical spell which could feasibly bring them back is a True Resurrection which is vastly more powerful than anyone round here can cast. However there is hope if you’re willing to take the risks? The risk being that you will not be coming back in your body and that you may indeed be a different race, sex or size. Now there are ways of minimizing the risk with anointing with expensive herbs, oils and unguents but it’s a chaotic spell and there is only so much we can do with it. We can shave the odds so it makes it more likely to be a certain sex or size but nothing is ever certain with this spell.</p><p></p><p>The party look at each other; tears rolling down their faces as they come to the fatefull decision that they will indeed go ahead with the ceremony; the young bald priest who we shall call Minax the undying for no real reason leaves the room to arrange things. They are served some food and drinks while they wait. Under priests enter to sort out preparing the bodies but are somewhat at a loss as to what to do with the burnt up tentacled things but they do their best with funeral shrouds and some sweet smelling candles.</p><p></p><p>A couple of hours later Minax the undying re-enters followed by an older woman who still seems sprightly in her advanced years. She nods at the assembled party and pokes at the recumbent figures of what were once Grembor and Zordlan. Shrugging and with the words “what harm can it do” she nods curtly at Minax and the bodies are gathered up and taken outside into the pouring rain. Behind the church is an area still left wild where these sorts of ceremonies are performed; setting the corpse of Grembor down onto a rune marked natural stone which is surrounded by long lush looking grass which wraps itself around the recumbent form and seems to swallow it into the rune marked stone. The Druidess starts a small fire at the head of the stone while chanting; picking out various expensive woods, oils and herbs and throwing them onto the fire; a small stone pot is set aside with several pungent herbs mixed with ground up minerals and ample oils. This is placed upon the fire and the stone starts sparking and flaring various coloured flames from the top as the contents are stirred together with strange smelling aroma’s drifting through the air. The rain intensifies if anything but the druidess seems unaffected by the torrent of rainwater. Crows overhead a calling out in their raucous cries circling the site with increasing numbers joining them as the ceremony continues; the group look at each other in concern as the signs are not looking good.</p><p></p><p>At the culmination of the ceremony the Druidess gets out some chicken and drops it into the pot stirring it as it cooks while smacking her lips in appreciation … Well that is what I would have liked to say. But she picks up the stone pot and pours it over the rune marked stone; clucking like a chicken as it runs into each and every rune causing it to burn with a sickly green flame which she seems to not like the look of much. She pokes at it with a stick a couple of times seeing if it will change colour to the vibrant green she is expecting but it remains stubbornly a sickly green colour. The crows overhead number in the hundreds as they circle the area their cries almost drowning out the storm and the now shrieking Druidess. Finally the stone cracks across it’s middle with an ear splitting retort and a linen wrapped bundle raises from the earth below; the stone repairs itself and the motionless form is left lying upon the wet stone as the green flames gutter and die around it lightly scorching the linen wrap even in the rain. The murder of crows above all cry out at once and they depart flying off to various points of the compass; again acting normally.</p><p></p><p>The Druidess walks up to the wrapped body and pokes it with her ever present stick; grunting as she kneels down she slams her hand down upon it’s chest with a force which should have caved in its chest; with a pained cough and choke the figure starts moving; feebly trying to push the tightly wound linen away from its face with limbs that don’t seem to respond as they once did. With help the new Grembor manages to extract the linen from its form and his eyes see the light of day for the first time. The light is grey and overcast when an ominous steak of lightning which shoots across the sky and hits the temple roof with a resonating blast. The party look on in surprise as the new Grembor looks at each of them noticing the looks on each of them as they see him for the first time. “Ok now what am I” he asks as they all look upon him with various amounts of concern and wonderment. He wipes the rain from his eyes with a tentacle before he even considers it and then looks down at his arms. His right arm and shoulder is a writhing mass of black tentacles of various lengths and thicknesses; with a thought they raise up before him and wrap around each other forming a close approximation of an arm with five fingers on its hand. “Interesting” is his only response as he bends his arm in unusual ways which makes Sayuri’s stomach churn in other unusual ways. Pringle grins in appreciation suspecting the alien influence obviously corrupting the land and local magics. He has recently come into a more worldly view of all things tentacled and understands how useful a tentacle could be.</p><p></p><p>Examining the rest of his body it looks like there are some errant writhing tentacles within his body which the skin is keeping in check; there is no telling how deep the taint has gone. He quickly pulls the linen covering himself to one side then grins at the party in relief as there is no other outward signs of tentacles and it looks like the remaining part of him is still mostly elven.</p><p></p><p>Sayuri is now seriously reconsidering what she is going to do with Zordlan and how to bring him back if this is an example of what happens here.</p><p></p><p><em>DM Note: Reincarnation is a tricky spell, some people love it and some hate it. I am allowing for a significant excess to mitigate some of the risk. For a spell which costs 1k to cast I am allowing each 5k spent in excessive oils and ingredients to mitigate a factor like if your coming back as a male or a female, if your medium sized or small. Each 5k past this allows you to move the scale up or down a notch; max is two notches. So when you roll to see what you come back as you can change the result up or down by two results. Some people just are not happy with coming back as a female Halfling … I just don’t understand it … Think it’s the hairy feet. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As for the taint of aberration they received; the whole area is besieged by alien energies; if a raise dead is used then it would act normally as its just breathing life into a corpse but something like then where a whole new body is being created; the power being drawn from the surrounding area and the source body is an aberration itself then its just too much of a co-incidence to let this go without something weird happening. There are benefits to this as there are negatives; but these will have to be discovered later on; being an aberration does have its difficulties in social circles after all.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sic_Pixie, post: 5974149, member: 52403"] [b]Grembor reborn ... with a thirst for calamari[/b] They make it back to the Temple without any problem; they then start hauling out all the treasure they have discovered to cover the costs of the spells. The temple can’t actually perform the miracle but they do have contacts in the area to a druid who could help out. He explains that the only Clerical spell which could feasibly bring them back is a True Resurrection which is vastly more powerful than anyone round here can cast. However there is hope if you’re willing to take the risks? The risk being that you will not be coming back in your body and that you may indeed be a different race, sex or size. Now there are ways of minimizing the risk with anointing with expensive herbs, oils and unguents but it’s a chaotic spell and there is only so much we can do with it. We can shave the odds so it makes it more likely to be a certain sex or size but nothing is ever certain with this spell. The party look at each other; tears rolling down their faces as they come to the fatefull decision that they will indeed go ahead with the ceremony; the young bald priest who we shall call Minax the undying for no real reason leaves the room to arrange things. They are served some food and drinks while they wait. Under priests enter to sort out preparing the bodies but are somewhat at a loss as to what to do with the burnt up tentacled things but they do their best with funeral shrouds and some sweet smelling candles. A couple of hours later Minax the undying re-enters followed by an older woman who still seems sprightly in her advanced years. She nods at the assembled party and pokes at the recumbent figures of what were once Grembor and Zordlan. Shrugging and with the words “what harm can it do” she nods curtly at Minax and the bodies are gathered up and taken outside into the pouring rain. Behind the church is an area still left wild where these sorts of ceremonies are performed; setting the corpse of Grembor down onto a rune marked natural stone which is surrounded by long lush looking grass which wraps itself around the recumbent form and seems to swallow it into the rune marked stone. The Druidess starts a small fire at the head of the stone while chanting; picking out various expensive woods, oils and herbs and throwing them onto the fire; a small stone pot is set aside with several pungent herbs mixed with ground up minerals and ample oils. This is placed upon the fire and the stone starts sparking and flaring various coloured flames from the top as the contents are stirred together with strange smelling aroma’s drifting through the air. The rain intensifies if anything but the druidess seems unaffected by the torrent of rainwater. Crows overhead a calling out in their raucous cries circling the site with increasing numbers joining them as the ceremony continues; the group look at each other in concern as the signs are not looking good. At the culmination of the ceremony the Druidess gets out some chicken and drops it into the pot stirring it as it cooks while smacking her lips in appreciation … Well that is what I would have liked to say. But she picks up the stone pot and pours it over the rune marked stone; clucking like a chicken as it runs into each and every rune causing it to burn with a sickly green flame which she seems to not like the look of much. She pokes at it with a stick a couple of times seeing if it will change colour to the vibrant green she is expecting but it remains stubbornly a sickly green colour. The crows overhead number in the hundreds as they circle the area their cries almost drowning out the storm and the now shrieking Druidess. Finally the stone cracks across it’s middle with an ear splitting retort and a linen wrapped bundle raises from the earth below; the stone repairs itself and the motionless form is left lying upon the wet stone as the green flames gutter and die around it lightly scorching the linen wrap even in the rain. The murder of crows above all cry out at once and they depart flying off to various points of the compass; again acting normally. The Druidess walks up to the wrapped body and pokes it with her ever present stick; grunting as she kneels down she slams her hand down upon it’s chest with a force which should have caved in its chest; with a pained cough and choke the figure starts moving; feebly trying to push the tightly wound linen away from its face with limbs that don’t seem to respond as they once did. With help the new Grembor manages to extract the linen from its form and his eyes see the light of day for the first time. The light is grey and overcast when an ominous steak of lightning which shoots across the sky and hits the temple roof with a resonating blast. The party look on in surprise as the new Grembor looks at each of them noticing the looks on each of them as they see him for the first time. “Ok now what am I” he asks as they all look upon him with various amounts of concern and wonderment. He wipes the rain from his eyes with a tentacle before he even considers it and then looks down at his arms. His right arm and shoulder is a writhing mass of black tentacles of various lengths and thicknesses; with a thought they raise up before him and wrap around each other forming a close approximation of an arm with five fingers on its hand. “Interesting” is his only response as he bends his arm in unusual ways which makes Sayuri’s stomach churn in other unusual ways. Pringle grins in appreciation suspecting the alien influence obviously corrupting the land and local magics. He has recently come into a more worldly view of all things tentacled and understands how useful a tentacle could be. Examining the rest of his body it looks like there are some errant writhing tentacles within his body which the skin is keeping in check; there is no telling how deep the taint has gone. He quickly pulls the linen covering himself to one side then grins at the party in relief as there is no other outward signs of tentacles and it looks like the remaining part of him is still mostly elven. Sayuri is now seriously reconsidering what she is going to do with Zordlan and how to bring him back if this is an example of what happens here. [I]DM Note: Reincarnation is a tricky spell, some people love it and some hate it. I am allowing for a significant excess to mitigate some of the risk. For a spell which costs 1k to cast I am allowing each 5k spent in excessive oils and ingredients to mitigate a factor like if your coming back as a male or a female, if your medium sized or small. Each 5k past this allows you to move the scale up or down a notch; max is two notches. So when you roll to see what you come back as you can change the result up or down by two results. Some people just are not happy with coming back as a female Halfling … I just don’t understand it … Think it’s the hairy feet. :) As for the taint of aberration they received; the whole area is besieged by alien energies; if a raise dead is used then it would act normally as its just breathing life into a corpse but something like then where a whole new body is being created; the power being drawn from the surrounding area and the source body is an aberration itself then its just too much of a co-incidence to let this go without something weird happening. There are benefits to this as there are negatives; but these will have to be discovered later on; being an aberration does have its difficulties in social circles after all.[/I] [/QUOTE]
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