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<blockquote data-quote="cstyle" data-source="post: 2274717" data-attributes="member: 15947">Ran it, loved it!I got a chance to run the group through this little adventure, and everyone loved it.&nbsp; When they first went into Ciona's dream and met the child, they asked for Nana.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;She was bad, so you can't see her.&nbsp; Tell me a riddle.&quot;&nbsp; They told her a few that they could remember off the top of their heads.&nbsp; &quot;Tell me another&quot; was what they'd get after she solved the riddle.&nbsp; Finally they went back to trying to get her to free Nana, which of course, didn't work, and she started visibly getting angry (and the sky darkened).&nbsp; Their response?&nbsp; They started plugging her with arrows.&nbsp; **shaking head**&nbsp; That's my players for ya!&nbsp; Anyway, she just broke off the shafts of the arrows sticking out of her and said &quot;You're bad!&quot;&nbsp; The trees and earth closed around them, pulled them under, and they found themselves in darkness and extreme pain: being crushed and suffocated.&nbsp; This went on for what felt like an eternity.&nbsp; Eventually they awoke to find themselves trapped in trees, with just their faces sticking out.&nbsp; They could see each other, and the elder Ciona, who was also trapped in a tree.&nbsp; Ciona told them that as best as she could figure, the little girl was the scared irrational part of her, and was holding her prisoner.&nbsp; &quot;She will not free me.&nbsp; All she wants to do is play the riddle game!&quot;&nbsp; My players decided to try and come up with a riddle about fear and that the only way to defeat it was to face it.&nbsp; They were all sitting around brainstorming, a couple of them writing, seeing what they could put together.&nbsp; They were reading off what they had, which were fairly poor, but sufficient riddles, when one of the players (who'd been quietly writing in the corner the whole time) goes &quot;How about this?&quot;I am with you all your lifeThrought Summer Days and SnowI keep you from Your True SelfIf I am Left to GrowMany Overcome MeAnd Live A life thats TrueBut Many I do OverwhelmAnd Life does loose it's Hue.All will see me time to timeand all will have the choiceto do exactly what I sayor Live by their Own VoiceThe players all looked at each other for a second, and were like &quot;We'll go with that one!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="cstyle, post: 2274717, member: 15947"] [b]Ran it, loved it![/b] I got a chance to run the group through this little adventure, and everyone loved it. When they first went into Ciona's dream and met the child, they asked for Nana. "She was bad, so you can't see her. Tell me a riddle." They told her a few that they could remember off the top of their heads. "Tell me another" was what they'd get after she solved the riddle. Finally they went back to trying to get her to free Nana, which of course, didn't work, and she started visibly getting angry (and the sky darkened). Their response? They started plugging her with arrows. **shaking head** That's my players for ya! Anyway, she just broke off the shafts of the arrows sticking out of her and said "You're bad!" The trees and earth closed around them, pulled them under, and they found themselves in darkness and extreme pain: being crushed and suffocated. This went on for what felt like an eternity. Eventually they awoke to find themselves trapped in trees, with just their faces sticking out. They could see each other, and the elder Ciona, who was also trapped in a tree. Ciona told them that as best as she could figure, the little girl was the scared irrational part of her, and was holding her prisoner. "She will not free me. All she wants to do is play the riddle game!" My players decided to try and come up with a riddle about fear and that the only way to defeat it was to face it. They were all sitting around brainstorming, a couple of them writing, seeing what they could put together. They were reading off what they had, which were fairly poor, but sufficient riddles, when one of the players (who'd been quietly writing in the corner the whole time) goes "How about this?" I am with you all your life Throught Summer Days and Snow I keep you from Your True Self If I am Left to Grow Many Overcome Me And Live A life thats True But Many I do Overwhelm And Life does loose it's Hue. All will see me time to time and all will have the choice to do exactly what I say or Live by their Own Voice The players all looked at each other for a second, and were like "We'll go with that one!" [/QUOTE]

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