Turtle Soup (Planescape 3.5e)

Glad to be away from the orb room that gave him a splitting head ache, Rhys follows the others down the hall to see where Jurden has gotten off to.

A look of alarm appears on Rhy's face as he enters the ballroom and see's everyone decked out in their pajama's. His red hued cheeks quickly give way to a look of relief as he looks down to find he is garbed like everyone else. You get the impression that pajama's aren't what Rhys normally sleeps in.

Shrugging, the sorceror falls in line and wanders about with the others listening to BI's explanation of the night's extraordinary events.

Bi stops for a moment to look you over. Rhys can't help looking sheepish, and Rhinnishar hops onto his shoulders and makes a quizzical trill in his ear as Bi's glance falls on him.

(to Rhys)Wait... You traded in early, didn't you... Her gaze darts to the turtles as a smile steals across her face and her eyes roll in amusement. That Neth... Such innocent enthusiasm...
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Rhy's gives her a confused look.

EVERYONE BACK! NEW WORLD FORMING!

There is a cheer from the crowd as they wash outwards from Rhys and Rhinnishar. The dragon's body begins to glow and grow. Flow-jetsam swirls from the dragon's pores as it spreads and thins into luminous fog. The shape retains a vague draconic form, lolling gracefully over the ballroom floor as the crowd oohs and aahs at the fireworks of the spectacle. The gasious dragon's head yawns and the gas rushes back inward, collapsing into the form of a circular canopy bed directly between Sun and Sea, who totter back to accomodate it.
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"Rhin.." Rhys cry of alarm as the dragon dissipates is cut short as the vision overcomes him.

(Rhys' vision...)
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Rhys feels a momentary lapse of vertigo as the vision of the plane of his and the First’s creation overcomes him. Like a great eagle the sorceror soars through its emerald tinted skies. Below him a forest of majestic golden trees with green and silver leaves stretches to the horizon. In places the trees thin to reveal meadows of white flowers and lush green grass. Placid lakes and ponds reflect the sky on their mirror like surfaces.

The speed of the images flashing in the Fey-touched’s mind suddenly increase and the land gives way to a great sea. In the distance an island of light appears. As it he nears it Rhy’s goggles shield his eyes protectively from the blinding radiance that seems to come not from the island but from the two immense trees residing on it. The two trees are lovingly interwoven with each other and rise above all of the land shedding a golden light that is both nurturing and protective.

As the rays warm Rhy’s face a feeling of peace washes over him and he wakes from his reverie.
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Bi runs to Rhys' side, beaming. What do you see?

Turning to face the Indep, Rhys takes a moment to quietly consider before saying, “I saw a land ruled by Nature. I saw a world untouched by corruption.”
 

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Becoming a god so easily... how can you become a god. As you die, you become an advisor to your people. The smiths will ask for your help, and from the other world, you'll be able to guide your people, but becoming a god? Being immortal? That's against nature...

Traore starts to angrily talk in Infernal to Bi

[SBLOCK]"I am immortal? How can you do that? That mean my soul will never leave my physical shell to join the ancestors. I'll never find a peace that I might one day truly deserves..."[/SBLOCK]

Traore abruptly stop to talk

I am a marked one... anyway, my souls might never been acepted by the ancestors... maybe it is better like that, maybe what await me is worst than here because of my lineage.
 

Bi is focused on Rhys at the moment.
It's yours if you want it, cutter. Big responsability, but an opportunity as well. Those tortles that followed you in here are in there now; they will be able to tell you more than I can. They, like that dragon, came out of you; Neth just put flesh around them. Your friends here are skeptical, and if this is too much for you, drink this and give your shell to someone who wants it. She hands you a small glass vial of what looks like liquid flow-jetsam.

Bi turns to answer the rest of you. I'm just going with the flow myself, boys. Believe whatever you like; me, I'm going to keep this party going. If you don't feel like a nap, the main taproom is thataway. You can trade in your shells and your place in this whole mess there. She points to a wide, low door at the opposite end of the ballroom from the entrance you came in. Crowds are thronging through it into the ballroom, their gear seamlessly forming into pajamas as they enter. A thin trickle of bloods is leaving along the sides of the great influx of people. You notice that most of them are being pestered by sunflies and recall the tiefling Wysele as she left the storage room. Those little guys just seem to enjoy pestering some people.

You lose track of Sysente and her companions as you are debating the validity of Bi's wild claims. The crowd a few meters to your left parts dramatically, echoing the scene of Rhinnishar's transformation moments ago. The push of the crowd forces your attention that way just in time to see Sysente and her companions climbing into a canopy bed of their own. She waves a farewell to you as she does so.

A strange aura has surrounded Rhys, but it is only a feeling; there is no visible sign of a change, but the crowd seems to know that the bed is his, and are entreating him to enter so that the world will open.

Bi steps to his side defensively. Remember the drinking games? This works the same way. You are Nature, and you decide who gets access to your little dream of paradise. Choose carefully or choose at a whim, but be warned; every choice will change your world, and, like your Ghaele friend there says, everyone wants something for themselves.

(Results of Andarin's Bardic Lore check)
[SBLOCK]The elixer vitae is the highest goal of mystic alchemy, and is said to convey immortality and true wisdom to those who partake of even the tiniest drop. The immortality isn't absolute; it is merely proof against death by "natural causes."

Druids are divided on the issue, but some believe that a prime material world's "nature" is an immortal force that can be personified. Other druids consider this to be no better than god-worship, instead insisting that nature is constantly dying and being reborn in all its millions of parts.

The Indeps are rather particular about the "rights" of prime material worlds to exist and develop without interference from the factions or the planes themselves.[/SBLOCK]
 

Andarin's drumming ceases and he looks up at his companions, a look of satisfaction on his cherubic face.

"Elixer vitae - the fount of true wisdom and the living water of immortality. Well, I don't feel any wiser than I did before, and that immortality doesn't make us invulnerable to pointy things - but still, bloods, a thing to explore, truly. That is, if the Indeps have really uncovered the dark of it."

"Still, it would be in character for them to find it, only to give it away - so long as it safeguarded the individual freedoms of individual worlds. As to what the nature of Nature might be (if you know what I mean) - well, that's a whole other story. Whether deity or death and rebirth, any dozen druids will give you a double dozen explanations!"

Here he grins cheekily at Bi and says, "Well, cutter, interesting times. I think I might just hold on to this shell. And Rhys, if you invite me, I'll come with you and explore this new world of yours - at least for a while. It's an invitation no would-be Sensate could resist!"

"So if you go ahead, who else would you invite? Your travelling companions, doers of deeds and seekers of glory" - here he bows low, with intricate flourishes of hands and fingers - "or others, of different mettle? Perhaps a bevy of nymphly companions, or a pajama-clad druid or two?" Winking at Bi, he grabs her and they whirl in a brief flurry of steps around the waiting world.

"Better bring Blue - he needs looking after - and a barbarian boy and a girl filled with laughter." He tickles Meenah to elicit a smile. "Or will you open your world to all who desire it - and will we take it in turns to defend it from those who'd defile it."

"Friend, the choice is yours - don't lack for courage. All may not be as it seems - but we're here to be involved, and bring all that we are to the encounter."
 

Friend, the choice is yours - don't lack for courage. All may not be as it seems - but we're here to be involved, and bring all that we are to the encounter."
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Smiling at the halfing bard Rhys says,“It seems you have yet another talent my friend, for truly you have read my mind. Back in the Sigil you offered me a chance to explore your world, the crossroads of the multi-universe. Now is my chance to offer you something in return. Though if what Bi says is true then it seems my invitation is more of a trade since your strengths and weaknesses will help shape my world.”

The Fey-Touched's gaze becomes more focused and he continues, “What would a world be without music, laughter and a passion for life? These traits I feel you will bring. Andarin will you join in exploring the world I have taken part in creating? ”

Turning to the ebony Ghaele, Rhys asks, “My world will need order and a pure heart to help defend it? Even though we have only known each other a short time your conviction is obvious. Jurden will you step forward and accompany me?”

Turning to Traore and Meenah the sorceror considers carefully before speaking, “Traore and Meenah. I have only known you for the briefest of moments but yet I feel that you both have your part to play in this. I would be honored to learn what that part is. Please join me."

Finally Rhys turns to Bi the Indep. A decision weighs heavily on the young man’s mind. After several moments the Fey-touched finally speaks, “Those of the Druidic order have spoken vows to protect and nurture nature and uphold balance. Nature is the cornerstone of my world and being one of such faith Bi, I would also have you stand beside me.”

Addressing the group Rhys asks, “What say ye?”

{OOC: Sorry for the late reply. The boards were down this weekend AND today at work they decided to ban this site. Now I can only post at night from home. Curses!!! :( }
 

For once the halfling is silent and still. Listening to the interior echoes of Rhys's words, he smiles gravely, bows profoundly and nods his head once.

Then the twinkle breaks forth in his eyes again. "Well, cutter, what's a journey without a song? I'm in!"
 


"I don't know that I'd inflict order on anyone... when order gets too big it tends to forget about the little people. But if you want me at your side, Rhys, I'll be there."
 

Bi bows courteously, Thank you Rhys. I gladly accept your offer. She turns to the others who are going, All that remains is for us to cross the veil and drop off to sleep; a new world awaits us in Rhys' dreams.

A large group has gathered to ask Rhys for entrance to his world, but the general consensus is that no more than a dozen beings enter a single bed. Assuming all of you enter, there is only room for one more person, and it falls to Rhys to choose someone (or nobody at all), although the rest of you can help with the decision.

Touching the veil around the world-bed gives a vision of the world within. Here is what you see as your hand brushes the fabric:
[sblock]You are soaring through emerald tinted skies; below you, a forest of majestic golden trees with leaves of green and silver stretches to the horizon. In places, the trees thin to reveal meadows of white flowers and lush green grass, or placid lakes and ponds that reflect the sky on their mirror-smooth surfaces.
The world is bathed in perpetual sunset, and the frequency and size of lakes below increases as you move toward the light. The land beneath breaks into islands as the light grows nearer, and eventually the patches of forest give way to open water. As the vision ends, you see a plume of golden radience held above the world by two intertwined trees rising from the center of the luminous sea.[/sblock]
 

"Ouédro Garaté, Mi honored by you. Not beliving that can bi true, but if that true, mi not sure what help mi can give. Mi learn only fight, and know only pain. Mi wish not see that in your world." answers Traore, showing his spears on his back and his scares on his body, made by the whips of the fiends.
 

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