A Warlock Alone, Island Empire solo game

[Scotley]

The pool is filled with a large pool, perhaps a hundred feet across, of swirling elemental snow. Within the pool is a large beautiful woman composed entirely of brilliant white snow. She has dazzling silver eyes too bright to look at. They are the source of the light which shines off the snow flakes that occasionally spiral high in the air from the pool. Below the waist her body becomes a swirling blizzard that connects to the snowy ground below. She plays a harp of blue ice and sings a mournful tune in a language unfamiliar to you, but the emotion carries through. As you approach she ends her song and waits expectantly.

 

[J. Alexander]

the ice king

my lady you seem sad..can we be of assistance..michaelasks

 

[Scotley]

"Perhaps, perhaps not. I fear my scared pool will soon melt and without my home I shall simply fade away." The voice is feminine and sounds like Michael's native tongue, yet the movements of her mouth suggest she is speaking a different language. The Lizardman Marines seem shocked when she speaks.

 

[J. Alexander]

The Ice KIng

'My lady, how did your pool come to be this far south....and has it been polluted by the evil ice king....."

OCC: So we may have to tow this thing back huh

 

[Scotley]

"The foul Lich did drag me here against my will. Now that his magic has faded the warm seas are melting my home. He commanded my guardians to the their deaths and abandoned me here."

OOC: Maybe.

 

[J. Alexander]

The Ice Nymph

"Lady i do not know how we can save this iceburg from this heat..you are some hundreds of miles from your home water....but what we can do we will try" turning to Guiesspiee he says "Go fetch the acolyote and William...they are needed here and tell them all is safe" While they wait, Michale will using his knowldeg arcane draw a raditaing circle in the snow of cold and winter of preservation and stability and the runes/symbols appropriate for the size of the iceberg.
1d20 +8-> [14,8] = (22) in drawing the correct symbols and ruins

When Williiam and the Acoloyte arrive. he will say "Madam, I need you offer up a petition of success and for preservation while Master William accompaies you on his instrument. TheN Master William i need you to sing a song of winter, of cold seas and of ice. when you complete it I will then try to work my magic" Turning to the lady he says.."Madam after they finish i need you to sing a song of winter, one of happiness, one of freedom while you play your lute...as you play i will try to infuse the circle with my magic in an attempt to stop or slow the decay.
When it is time, MIchael will attune himself to the ladies song, the try to infuse it with magic and direct it into the protective ward.

YEAH I KNOW OVERREACHING ALL TO HELL >>>>but nothing ventured nothing gained.

1d20-> [18] = (18) Acoylotye
120-> 120 Williams song
1d20-> [16] = (16) Nympsy song
1d20+7-> [19,7](26)

 

[Scotley]

Michael finds that his plan works beautifully. He feels the magic take hold and a cool wind starts to blow down from higher altitudes and there is much cheering and back slapping. All is not well however. After a few minutes there is a sudden unexpected and violent backlash. The wind seems to whip from several directions at once and rain lashes down out of a clear sky. A bright flash of light and searing pain is all Michael remembers.

He wakes in his cabin with Nac'Losin sitting in a chair nearby. She looks rather condescending as Michael stares at her trying to blink away a massive headache. "I do appreciate your letting me sleep, but as counselor on matter religious and magical for this ship I do wish you had consulted me before trying such a stunt in the inner sea." Sudden shouts from above and the pounding of feet indicate that some new trouble is approaching before Michael can reply.

 

[J. Alexander]

The Ice King

"Yes priestess i stand corrected....before i receive your proably well earned scolding, I need to fist see to this alarm" Wearily, Michael will walk to the deck to see what is amiss.


LEt me guess a big ship full of pissed of druids

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Yep, I'll post more fully a little later. Got to get out and check on my people.

 

[Scotley]

Michael makes his way on deck to see a huge Druidic life-ship. Two massive ancient trees parallel on their sides in the water their roots trailing in the wake and leaf covered branches extending skyward to act as sails. The trees are linked by countless intertwined branches just above the water level that serve as a deck. Cowled men in brown robes and a menagerie of animal companions fill the life-ship as it eases up beside the Retribution still resting hard against the ice berg. Birds and dolphins move around your ship watching the crew carefully. A pair of cowled figures request permission to come aboard.