[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

[fireinthedust]

The Astral Plane!!!


As the party materializes in the Astral Plane, several things become immediately clear: this is not home.

Naturally, the Wizards think nothing of pausing in mid-air and bickering back and forth. Why not, it's only the Astral!

Quickly the Cleric, Xanfire, wades in, seeing their argument as a zone of differently-colored space surrounding them, different shapes that can be identified as "points", "counter-points" and other "dynamics" bursting from them both, as well as ripples of emotions like turquoise "doubt" and red-purple "frustration". Xanfire interrupts their flow with an aura of mellow golden "diplomacy", changing the color scheme of the entire argument.

The rest of the party, meanwhile, is treated to this and other sights. First Hedron, then Thorn, notice far distant a strange sense of "depth" that otherwise doesn't have any place on this plane.

The hypnotic, psychadelic patterns in space that make up the Astral Plane have in them a giant shape, with the Astral equivalent of black clouds on the horizon surrounding it. Strange patterns of energy and emotion are coming from it, and really: it's not looking like a friendly place to be.

This may be where you're intended to go. You can't see it very well from here at all.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Guys, Mybe the book is over there."Says Hedron pointing to the dark and ominis presence on the horizon(?)
he changes his mind on his weapon of choice again and goes back to his bow and arrow. He does some experimental movement to get a feel of the strange place.

 

[WarlockLord]

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Will Save: he did have a mind blank up. If this is applicable, add a +3 bonus
1d20+17 → [7,17] = (24)
Roll Lookup
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[jackslate45]

Noticing this pattern as well, and the odd sight he also saw when trying to calm the two wizards down, Xanfire turns to the group "I have a bad feeling that any time our emotions go, we can be detected. Those patterns that you see appear to reflect our actions. Too much might cause some unpleasant visitors to find us. I would recommend that we proceed with extreme caution. "

Xanfire then readies his shield, and stores his sword in his glove for quick summoning. "Let us go then."

FitD: That has to be one of the best explanations of the Astral Plane I've heard of.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Well it seems we have our destination for the time being, even if it is not connected to our target, my curiosity is piqued." Thadeius says frowning.

 

[Shayuri]

"Come on," Thorn protests. "Can we really afford to just...shoot off after just any astral storm when the existance ofthe gods themselves is at stake? Why not spend a few minutes now, and save hours or even days later?"

And give me a chance to kick a cornugon out of my house!

 

[Scott DeWar]

"You need to somehow pay off this Devil you hired, Malacarus. What was its price, anyway?" Looking at Thorn he continues, "You need to get this thing out of her home."

 

[Scott DeWar]

ooc: Geez Louise! I leave for a little while, and you guys bloody RP! Wow.

solution: don't blink!

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Let us worry about the devil later, I will see to your home a few fabricates and it will be right as rain, but for now it is as good a place as any to let it stew - besides if it had a mind to it could already have done significant damage. So lets get on with the task at hand." Thadeius says beginning to move towards the strange darkening.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Hedron will move with is bow at the ready. he places a cold iron arrow in his hand, ready to nock it and let it loose.