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<blockquote data-quote="haiiro" data-source="post: 1841712" data-attributes="member: 1891"><p><strong>Cupric's memories</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">Cupric's <em>new</em> memories: [spoiler]There are two distinct types of memory that burst into Cupric's mind, unbidden and jumbled together.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">The first type is crisp and clear, much like the memories Cupric experiences when he rests. A flight of silver-feathered gryphons swoops down from the sky, in battle formation, with a stark white gryphon nearly twice their size in the lead. On each creature's back is a slender armored figure with a winged helmet, and all of them are drawing and throwing great dark spears as they dive. The sky is dark around them, and full of driving rain.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">Seated backwards behind the rider on the lead gryphon is an unarmored figure surrounded by a nimbus of white "threads" of light, playing a saddle-mounted harp with a look of great concentration on his elven features. The only sound is the sonorous thrumming of his harp's deeper chords, even though there should be a panoply of noise around the battle.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">And battle it is: the riders are throwing their spears at three targets on the ground, far below. One is a black-scaled dragon of hideous size, with a dozen curled horns sprouting from its brow; it appears to be wounded, with many holes piercing its wings. In some ways, what strides before the dragon is even more frightening.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">Surrounded by scorched earth, melted armor and flaming corpses are two <em>things</em>, roughly human-sized and shaped, made of living lightning. Arcs fire off randomly around them, and both figures are directing searing gouts of it at the gryphon riders. Even though all you can hear is the harp, you <em>know</em> instinctively that the air is filled with the unimaginable sound of overlapping blasts of thunder.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">The other type of memory is much more vague, blurred around the edges -- if it can be called a memory at all. It lasts only a heartbeat: a storm, composed of mile-high black thunderheads, approaches you with terrible speed. Rather than rain, the clouds are spitting fire, scattering shards of ice, firing forked bolts of lightning, and emitting a cacophony of sounds totally unlike thunder. These sounds are the most disturbing thing about it: they are a jumble of unidentifiable noise and random sounds -- dogs barking, brids twittering, people talking in a hundred languages -- made unpleasant by their volume and admixture.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">For a single split-instant, you see the storm about to pass over -- and presumably destroy -- you, and all of its emissions seem to focus in on you. The random scattering of elemental blasts all turn to face you, and prepare to scour you from . . . wherever you are (think of the converging beams from the Death Star, only made of different things).[/spoiler]</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">tdr, I'll leave it up to you how Cupric would react to this. It only takes an instant, and the memories are just <em>there</em> -- but clearly new.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">Edit: tdr requested a clarification -- here it is, as provided by bardic knowledge 30 ([18]+12): [spoiler]The second "memory" feels at once like an actual memory, and not a memory. You've never felt anything quite like it before. It's not a portent, though -- it's an event, and one you've heard of.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">The multi-elemental storm is called a Dreamheart tempest, and although you're not well-versed in planeslore, you know that these rage across the Plane of Dreams from time to time. They always wreak changes, often destructive, but sometimes positive, neutral or unexplainable as well.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">It doesn't feel like one of <em>your</em> memories, but there it is in your head with the rest of them. Something about it, a feeling, tells you that this is definitely a glimpse of the past -- not the present or future.</span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: sandybrown">Very rarely, you've heard fellow bards whisper that truly inspired performances can attract the attention of extraplanar entities. Given the strength of your performance, and the place and circumstances in which it took place, it's likely that this -- or something like it -- is what happened. None of the those bards were animate dreams, so in your case it may have had different effects -- you're charting new ground here.[/spoiler]</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="haiiro, post: 1841712, member: 1891"] [b]Cupric's memories[/b] [color=sandybrown]Cupric's [i]new[/i] memories: [spoiler]There are two distinct types of memory that burst into Cupric's mind, unbidden and jumbled together. The first type is crisp and clear, much like the memories Cupric experiences when he rests. A flight of silver-feathered gryphons swoops down from the sky, in battle formation, with a stark white gryphon nearly twice their size in the lead. On each creature's back is a slender armored figure with a winged helmet, and all of them are drawing and throwing great dark spears as they dive. The sky is dark around them, and full of driving rain. Seated backwards behind the rider on the lead gryphon is an unarmored figure surrounded by a nimbus of white "threads" of light, playing a saddle-mounted harp with a look of great concentration on his elven features. The only sound is the sonorous thrumming of his harp's deeper chords, even though there should be a panoply of noise around the battle. And battle it is: the riders are throwing their spears at three targets on the ground, far below. One is a black-scaled dragon of hideous size, with a dozen curled horns sprouting from its brow; it appears to be wounded, with many holes piercing its wings. In some ways, what strides before the dragon is even more frightening. Surrounded by scorched earth, melted armor and flaming corpses are two [i]things[/i], roughly human-sized and shaped, made of living lightning. Arcs fire off randomly around them, and both figures are directing searing gouts of it at the gryphon riders. Even though all you can hear is the harp, you [i]know[/i] instinctively that the air is filled with the unimaginable sound of overlapping blasts of thunder. The other type of memory is much more vague, blurred around the edges -- if it can be called a memory at all. It lasts only a heartbeat: a storm, composed of mile-high black thunderheads, approaches you with terrible speed. Rather than rain, the clouds are spitting fire, scattering shards of ice, firing forked bolts of lightning, and emitting a cacophony of sounds totally unlike thunder. These sounds are the most disturbing thing about it: they are a jumble of unidentifiable noise and random sounds -- dogs barking, brids twittering, people talking in a hundred languages -- made unpleasant by their volume and admixture. For a single split-instant, you see the storm about to pass over -- and presumably destroy -- you, and all of its emissions seem to focus in on you. The random scattering of elemental blasts all turn to face you, and prepare to scour you from . . . wherever you are (think of the converging beams from the Death Star, only made of different things).[/spoiler] tdr, I'll leave it up to you how Cupric would react to this. It only takes an instant, and the memories are just [i]there[/i] -- but clearly new. Edit: tdr requested a clarification -- here it is, as provided by bardic knowledge 30 ([18]+12): [spoiler]The second "memory" feels at once like an actual memory, and not a memory. You've never felt anything quite like it before. It's not a portent, though -- it's an event, and one you've heard of. The multi-elemental storm is called a Dreamheart tempest, and although you're not well-versed in planeslore, you know that these rage across the Plane of Dreams from time to time. They always wreak changes, often destructive, but sometimes positive, neutral or unexplainable as well. It doesn't feel like one of [i]your[/i] memories, but there it is in your head with the rest of them. Something about it, a feeling, tells you that this is definitely a glimpse of the past -- not the present or future. Very rarely, you've heard fellow bards whisper that truly inspired performances can attract the attention of extraplanar entities. Given the strength of your performance, and the place and circumstances in which it took place, it's likely that this -- or something like it -- is what happened. None of the those bards were animate dreams, so in your case it may have had different effects -- you're charting new ground here.[/spoiler][/color] [/QUOTE]
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