Turtle Soup (Planescape 3.5e)
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You notice that Rhys has been uncharacteristically quiet and still for some time. Taking a closer look at him you realize that something about him appears…odd. His normally expressive face is seemingly devoid of any emotion and his eyes appear glazed over. As you try to discern the cause, you see that his throat gives a sudden twitch. It is as if something is moving inside of it.
The Fey-Touched’s body suddenly goes slack and he crumples to the floor. As he does so you see him expel a luminescent worm from out of his mouth. Before the creature hits the ground it immediately sprouts two pairs of insect like wings and disappears up the stairs.
Coughing and spitting up a bit of blood, the green-haired Rhys weakly rolls over onto his side and pauses for a few seconds to catch his breath. He then stands up and slides his goggles back down around his neck and looks around.
“Dammit, what the hell was that? I think someone tried to poison me?!!?”
Seeing Jurden and Andarin standing with two strangers and also taking note of the two Angelic looking people with the clockwork child Rhys says hoarsely, “Did I miss anything?”
The Fey-Touched’s body suddenly goes slack and he crumples to the floor. As he does so you see him expel a luminescent worm from out of his mouth. Before the creature hits the ground it immediately sprouts two pairs of insect like wings and disappears up the stairs.
Coughing and spitting up a bit of blood, the green-haired Rhys weakly rolls over onto his side and pauses for a few seconds to catch his breath. He then stands up and slides his goggles back down around his neck and looks around.
“Dammit, what the hell was that? I think someone tried to poison me?!!?”
Seeing Jurden and Andarin standing with two strangers and also taking note of the two Angelic looking people with the clockwork child Rhys says hoarsely, “Did I miss anything?”
Boddynock
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"Hells, cutter - what was that?"
If Rhys doesn't seem to understand the question, Andarin recounts what just happened, and listens avidly to any explanation.
Eventually he remembers the transformation going on, and resumes his playing and singing - still casting the odd glance at Rhys, to see if he is all right.
Having been reassured about the intentions of the other three (four) - assuming that nothing happens while he is distracted - he drops his guard.
If Rhys doesn't seem to understand the question, Andarin recounts what just happened, and listens avidly to any explanation.
Eventually he remembers the transformation going on, and resumes his playing and singing - still casting the odd glance at Rhys, to see if he is all right.
Having been reassured about the intentions of the other three (four) - assuming that nothing happens while he is distracted - he drops his guard.
Lobo Lurker
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"By the blasted plains of Baator... what the heck did you eat Rhys!?!" shouts the ghaele as he pounds the fey-touched on the back. "Did you get it all out, are you okay?"
"This? They're making a new world. I thought it might be kind of neat to witness it. Imagine it, a brand new world... imagine all the possiblity for good and freedom. Such things should be protected, though I don't think it'll be a problem."
"This? They're making a new world. I thought it might be kind of neat to witness it. Imagine it, a brand new world... imagine all the possiblity for good and freedom. Such things should be protected, though I don't think it'll be a problem."
Rhys thinks about it for a second and replies, “I haven’t eaten anything since the turtle soup.”
Massaging his throat he adds, “ I have drank a lot though and of course since Gibbous had my shell this whole time I was sharing with quite a few interesting folk.”
Seeing the turtle shell laying on the ground Rhys walks over flips it up into the air with his foot and deftly catches it.
“Anyhow, I’m not sure exactly what happened but for awhile there it seemed like my whole life was flashing in my mind....or like it was sorting through my memories. It was certainly not pleasant.”
Turning his attention to the others in the room the sorceror introduces himself, “I am Rhys Danil. Apparently my friends know you already, which is good enough for me. You can all catch me up later - I’d hate to miss any of this world creation that Jurden says is going to take place.”
Massaging his throat he adds, “ I have drank a lot though and of course since Gibbous had my shell this whole time I was sharing with quite a few interesting folk.”
Seeing the turtle shell laying on the ground Rhys walks over flips it up into the air with his foot and deftly catches it.
“Anyhow, I’m not sure exactly what happened but for awhile there it seemed like my whole life was flashing in my mind....or like it was sorting through my memories. It was certainly not pleasant.”
Turning his attention to the others in the room the sorceror introduces himself, “I am Rhys Danil. Apparently my friends know you already, which is good enough for me. You can all catch me up later - I’d hate to miss any of this world creation that Jurden says is going to take place.”
The803
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Sysente answers Jurden:
A prime world, but within a new creation, where the spiritual forces of our own take different shapes to reflect those who created it. Chaos, Law, Good, and Evil, all supplanted by a...
Rhys' convulsion interrupts her.
As Rhys recovers, the turtles halt their chanting and Sea walks to his side. Sea places a flipper on his stomach, and Rhys brightens as healing energy fills him. She speaks to him in Sylvan:
[sblock]Your pain is not without purpose; you have released the wyrm within your spirit. It was your shell that opened the way that brought us here. Your dragon-spirit shall open the way for the First as well.
[/sblock]
With this, she points with her other flipper to the chrysalis, which is now glowing with an inner fire. A low humming sound grows louder from the top of the stairs, and the light brightens and begins to dance.
As urgently as it left, the glowing thing from Rhys' throat comes racing back down the stairs, now followed by a teeming swarm of sunflies. The swarm swirls around the chrysalis, enveloping it and lifting it into the air. Sysente and the others step back in alarm as the swarm compresses inward and the surface of the chrysalis pulsates with color and light.
The light and color suddenly stop, and the now-steaming chrysalis, falls into Sun's waiting flippers. The turtle staggers as he makes the catch, and there is a cracking sound as the weight drops him to the slate floor and falls from his grasp.
Sea waddles over to Sun's side next to the cracked chrysalis. Weeping shatter-lines lace the now-opaque surface of the shell, and a strong scent of wet earth and flowers wafts from the puddle of seeping fluid gathering around it. Everyone present gathers nervously in a circle around the chrysalis as the shell splinters into fragments and falls away.
Sysente's voice is scarcely a whisper as gossamer wings and shimmering scales emerge from within. The first dragon...
Sure enough, the Sarphidian has transformed into a sort of dragon, but a dragon quite unlike any you've seen before. It has a slender build bereft of horn-spines and armored ridges, and it's wings are gauzy and transluscent. As it stumbles out of its shell, the hatching fluid evaporates into mist and the bits of shell dissolve into glittering particles suspended within it. As the dragon takes its first steps and looks about at you all with its fey-like black eyes, the mist gathers to it, passing in and out across the dragon's skin with each breath and movement.
Sysente turns to her compainons, still speaking softly. She sounds nervous and excited. A wyrmling of Arvandor...
The turtle Sun turns to Rhys and beams (again speaking in Sylvan)
[sblock]You have a good heart, Opener... The world of Rhys shall be a place of great peace and beauty.
[/sblock]
A prime world, but within a new creation, where the spiritual forces of our own take different shapes to reflect those who created it. Chaos, Law, Good, and Evil, all supplanted by a...
Rhys' convulsion interrupts her.
As Rhys recovers, the turtles halt their chanting and Sea walks to his side. Sea places a flipper on his stomach, and Rhys brightens as healing energy fills him. She speaks to him in Sylvan:
[sblock]Your pain is not without purpose; you have released the wyrm within your spirit. It was your shell that opened the way that brought us here. Your dragon-spirit shall open the way for the First as well.
[/sblock]
With this, she points with her other flipper to the chrysalis, which is now glowing with an inner fire. A low humming sound grows louder from the top of the stairs, and the light brightens and begins to dance.
As urgently as it left, the glowing thing from Rhys' throat comes racing back down the stairs, now followed by a teeming swarm of sunflies. The swarm swirls around the chrysalis, enveloping it and lifting it into the air. Sysente and the others step back in alarm as the swarm compresses inward and the surface of the chrysalis pulsates with color and light.
The light and color suddenly stop, and the now-steaming chrysalis, falls into Sun's waiting flippers. The turtle staggers as he makes the catch, and there is a cracking sound as the weight drops him to the slate floor and falls from his grasp.
Sea waddles over to Sun's side next to the cracked chrysalis. Weeping shatter-lines lace the now-opaque surface of the shell, and a strong scent of wet earth and flowers wafts from the puddle of seeping fluid gathering around it. Everyone present gathers nervously in a circle around the chrysalis as the shell splinters into fragments and falls away.
Sysente's voice is scarcely a whisper as gossamer wings and shimmering scales emerge from within. The first dragon...
Sure enough, the Sarphidian has transformed into a sort of dragon, but a dragon quite unlike any you've seen before. It has a slender build bereft of horn-spines and armored ridges, and it's wings are gauzy and transluscent. As it stumbles out of its shell, the hatching fluid evaporates into mist and the bits of shell dissolve into glittering particles suspended within it. As the dragon takes its first steps and looks about at you all with its fey-like black eyes, the mist gathers to it, passing in and out across the dragon's skin with each breath and movement.
Sysente turns to her compainons, still speaking softly. She sounds nervous and excited. A wyrmling of Arvandor...
The turtle Sun turns to Rhys and beams (again speaking in Sylvan)
[sblock]You have a good heart, Opener... The world of Rhys shall be a place of great peace and beauty.
[/sblock]
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Lobo Lurker
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"Well I'll be... you certainly don't see that every day." Jurden squats down so as to look the dragon in the eyes at a more or less even level (OOC, I'm assuming that the dragon is size small or smaller). "Hey cutter, welcome to existance. I'm Jurden. These," he says as he gestures to take in the whole crowd. "...are my friends. Do you have a name?"
"The bloods back home..." he trails off as he remembers the he doesn't actually have a home. "...well. At least I'm here to see it."
"The bloods back home..." he trails off as he remembers the he doesn't actually have a home. "...well. At least I'm here to see it."
{OOC: sorry I cant figure out how you guys are doing that spoiler code}
Clearly stunned by the birth of the wyrmling and by Sun’s proclamation Rhys stands frozen with his mouth fully agape and wide-eyed. After a bit he composes himself and goes down on one knee, rests his hands over his heart and addresses Sun and Sea in Sylvan,
"This is an honor for which there is no means of repaying. I am humbled by your words and what I have just bore witness to. Forever shall I remember it and for forever you shall have my friendship"
Rising Rhys turns to Jurden, Andarin, Traore and Meenah and smiles widely, “Look what I did?”
Clearly stunned by the birth of the wyrmling and by Sun’s proclamation Rhys stands frozen with his mouth fully agape and wide-eyed. After a bit he composes himself and goes down on one knee, rests his hands over his heart and addresses Sun and Sea in Sylvan,
"This is an honor for which there is no means of repaying. I am humbled by your words and what I have just bore witness to. Forever shall I remember it and for forever you shall have my friendship"
Rising Rhys turns to Jurden, Andarin, Traore and Meenah and smiles widely, “Look what I did?”
Lobo Lurker
First Post
"Err... what is it exactly that you did, cutter?"LordAspen said:
OOC: [ SBLOCK ] & [ /SBLOCK ] or [ SPOILER ] & [ /SPOILER ]
Boddynock
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"Rhys, stop holding out on us! What did she say? What did you say? Give, you sod! Tell all! How am I supposed to sing this song if I don't know the words!!"
Aware that his voice is spiralling up in pitch and volume, a betrayal of his exitement, Andarin gives himself a little shake and says more quietly, "Rhys, some of us don't speak their tongue. Fill us in, will you?"
Andarin then moves towards the newborn dragon and, as Jurden has done, looks deep into its eyes. Held rapt for a moment by what he sees there, he slowly and reverently reaches out a hand to lay it on the creature's shoulder. In an unconscious echo of the ghaele's earlier words he says, "Welcome, blood. I am Andarin Startoes, of Sigil. You and I are friends. If you ever need me, send for me. I will come."
Aware that his voice is spiralling up in pitch and volume, a betrayal of his exitement, Andarin gives himself a little shake and says more quietly, "Rhys, some of us don't speak their tongue. Fill us in, will you?"
Andarin then moves towards the newborn dragon and, as Jurden has done, looks deep into its eyes. Held rapt for a moment by what he sees there, he slowly and reverently reaches out a hand to lay it on the creature's shoulder. In an unconscious echo of the ghaele's earlier words he says, "Welcome, blood. I am Andarin Startoes, of Sigil. You and I are friends. If you ever need me, send for me. I will come."