[Epic] Scions of the Endless Falls

[Kelleris]

As the effects of his spells and abilities settle over him, Arion's attitude changes, becoming harder and more focused. His personality likewise settles into the eminently pragmatic mold that he was taught to maintain so many years ago.

(OOC - Arion and Akumunaga are effectively merged now, personality-wise. Among other things, this means that Arion's just changed his mind about a few things. Oh, and I only use the plural pronoun in thoughts; in talking Arion uses "I" as usual.)

He perches on a nearby tree-limb, blending into the background and observing the situation.

Pilmer... Will have some suitably bloody plan in mind already, we think. We should play along until more is known about the situation. This fractitious group needs to be brought together, however. We will set forth a plan after asking a question.

Arion telepathically communicates with Pilmer via his sword: Do you truly believe that the gods were somehow losing their power? Foolishness. Killing a few clerics means nothing to they who throw their gaze across all the planes. I think your reasons are too simplistic...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"The spell was one to tell me of their condition, should harm befall them, so that I could go to them should they need my help. It also would serve to guard them against the loss of their souls, against curses, and against attempts to drain away their vitality," Fairweather murmurs softly.

[OOC - Caria and the others thing that Fairweather's protection spell was a combinations of the spells status, death ward, remove curse, and negative energy protection, all tied to some kind of contingency spell.]

 

[Ferrix]

Sigrún remains close to Fairweather, observing the situation. His mind running through all the various meanderings of history, local lore, geography and such things that he knows to connect the current happenings and people with the situation at hand.

+30 Knowledge (history)
+24 Knowledge (local)
+24 Knowledge (geography)
+50 Knowledge (psionics)

 

[Kangaxx]

As the effects of his spells and abilities settle over him, Arion's attitude changes, becoming harder and more focused. His personality likewise settles into the eminently pragmatic mold that he was taught to maintain so many years ago.

(OOC - Arion and Akumunaga are effectively merged now, personality-wise. Among other things, this means that Arion's just changed his mind about a few things. Oh, and I only use the plural pronoun in thoughts; in talking Arion uses "I" as usual.)

He perches on a nearby tree-limb, blending into the background and observing the situation.

Pilmer... Will have some suitably bloody plan in mind already, we think. We should play along until more is known about the situation. This fractitious group needs to be brought together, however. We will set forth a plan after asking a question.

Arion telepathically communicates with Pilmer via his sword: Do you truly believe that the gods were somehow losing their power? Foolishness. Killing a few clerics means nothing to they who throw their gaze across all the planes. I think your reasons are too simplistic...

Pilmer is disturbed by the sudden telepathic contact, and focuses his attention on scanning the area via his robe, but gives no outward sign of his distress. He responds telepathically - "They were not losing power, they were only losing strength relative to us. The clerics were merely the first step on the road, which could be seen by both the gods and myself. The Endless Falls were a breeding ground for power, and the churches were the god's leash on that power. But the god's influence was waning, both through my actions and the continued growth of other powerful beings. They acted to destroy us before we became a true threat rather than wait for the inevitable. But they failed, which means we are already a threat. And further battle is now even more inevitable."

 

[perivas]

Caira's brows furrow as she carefully reviews the facts in hand. After a moment of looking to and fro at the powerful legends of the Endless Falls, she offers this thought. "Grand Druid Fairweather, your magic and spells though well-intentioned does not seem to offer us a means to restore the world. For that which you sought to protect...your husband and children...I apologize for bringing the memory of them forth once more...have been utterly destroyed."

The dryad pauses for a moment to allow the crying woman to gather herself together once more. "From what I saw in the forest there, it appears to be from the most vibrant groves of the ancient Oakenheart Woods, which many would argue is the embodiment of the perfect forest. From the assortment of individuals gathered here, it would seem that only the pinacles of sentient life were saved as well...although I must admit that I would have expected a few others not present here to have also survived. I theorize then that the most potent artifacts would have also transcended the Cataclysm. And I do believe that some of these will possess the awesome power to create and rebuild the world, if used properly. What do others think of this rambling thought?"

 

[TheOneAboveAll]

Pilmer is disturbed by the sudden telepathic contact, and focuses his attention on scanning the area via his robe, but gives no outward sign of his distress. He responds telepathically - "They were not losing power, they were only losing strength relative to us. The clerics were merely the first step on the road, which could be seen by both the gods and myself. The Endless Falls were a breeding ground for power, and the churches were the god's leash on that power. But the god's influence was waning, both through my actions and the continued growth of other powerful beings. They acted to destroy us before we became a true threat rather than wait for the inevitable. But they failed, which means we are already a threat. And further battle is now even more inevitable."

Solarion sensed this one did not have the heart of the others. He placed his hand on his blade as he turned to look into this one's eyes. He felt somehow tainted in his presence. He spoke of battle, further death and destruction. He may be an agent of this himself.


"True there may be battle, but nothing is inevitable." Solarion replies. "Our power grew through our actions, for my part on behalf of the gods or rather my god. It was my choice, my free will. I have been compelled to nothing. To say that this, all of it. The destruction of a world was because we grew too powerful is arrogant. The will of the gods are their own, not to be known by mere mortals. No matter how powerful."

Solarion spoke and his eyes glowed like a sunrise. He honored the gods, respected them as all should. This one seemed to have none.

"To expect battle as inevitable is to seek it out. That may be a mistake. Knowledge and truth is what we should seek above all else."

 

[Ferrix]

Sigrún hears Solarian and shakes his head, all such celestials and fiends had the same mindset in some ways, always their god or their cause, or whatever.

He shook his head and then spoke to those assembled, "You are right dryad, these forests, that mountain peak, those desolate sands, all of it, are fragments of our world; the boldest, sharpest and greatest fragments, brought together into this small habitat. For which in some ways we owe a great thanks to this sorrowed druid."

He flexes his fingers, then speaks again, "Perhaps we seek truth or knowledge of what has happened to this world, perhaps we seek vengeance and violence, perhaps it is our own destruction or liberation from such vain deific powers. We each," he gestures to those he has seen, "have our own perceptions of what has happened, our own goals that have stirred from this mess. It would be best to find at least a common ground from which to work from than oppose another."

 

[Wrahn]

*Rahveon finally finishes his litany, ending with Deoshan, meaning home, asking for the benevolent spirits to care for his world as it passes into spirit world.*

*He spends a moment collecting his thoughts and drawing focus on what needs to be done. Rising from the ground, he closes his faceplate and walks back to where the others are gathered.*

“The way I figure this we have two impossible tasks ahead of us. The first is to find a way to restore what was taken from us, to find a way to bring back our world. The second is to prevent those that destroyed our world from doing so again.”

“For the first part, we need to figure out how we can undo the destruction. Fortune has favored us in this regard, the Architect is the foremost expert in the building of things from the ether. I think if anyone will have any clues on how to do it, it will be him.”

“As for the second part, we need to figure out who. In this I am more than open to suggestions. Lady Fairweather, do you have any further information in that regard?”

 

[Kangaxx]

Pilmer Blurwind

"True there may be battle, but nothing is inevitable." Solarion replies. "Our power grew through our actions, for my part on behalf of the gods or rather my god. It was my choice, my free will. I have been compelled to nothing. To say that this, all of it. The destruction of a world was because we grew too powerful is arrogant. The will of the gods are their own, not to be known by mere mortals. No matter how powerful."

Solarion spoke and his eyes glowed like a sunrise. He honored the gods, respected them as all should. This one seemed to have none.

"To expect battle as inevitable is to seek it out. That may be a mistake. Knowledge and truth is what we should seek above all else."

OOC: That was a telepathic conversation, but, whatever. Pilmer's Sense Motive 86.

He doesn't seem to be hiding anything. He must actually believe this tripe he is spouting. I would probably be better off without him, but it could be disastrous if he convinced the others.

"It may be arrogant, but it is also the truth. No being has the right to destroy my world, whether or not it calls itself a god."

“For the first part, we need to figure out how we can undo the destruction. Fortune has favored us in this regard, the Architect is the foremost expert in the building of things from the ether. I think if anyone will have any clues on how to do it, it will be him.”

“As for the second part, we need to figure out who. In this I am more than open to suggestions. Lady Fairweather, do you have any further information in that regard?”

"You have the order backwards. We must deal with the culprits first, lest they simply destroy any efforts we make at rebuilding as they did the original."

 

[Wrahn]

"I was not attempting to apply any order, only list what needs to be done. My belief is that we need to explore each objective carefully before any actions can be taken."