Before the Silence broke, 1101 years ago, people lived in the world. Cultures and kingdoms and heroes and villains rose and fell. The current inhabitants of Eraithia know this because they've found the relics and ruins and abandoned churches of those who came before scattered around the continent. But there is absolutely no written record that these people existed. No verbal history. Not even a scrap of paper or a tapestry on the wall of a mouldering abandoned castle.
Many people believe it was the wrath of the gods, erasing the precursors from history as a punishment for their blasphemies and starting the world anew. Scholars and wizards and other "enlightened" individuals have as many theories as there are scholars and wizards in Eraithia, and none of them have been deemed more or less provable than any other.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The woman closes her eyes for a moment and exhales slowly. Clearly she was expecting an answer similar to the one Erik gave her.
She begins muttering to herself rapidly, too low and quick to catch any of the words.
She shakes her head once again, slightly more violently this time, her soggy black hair splashing Erik as it flips around.
"I was down there for seven hundred years..." she says, though the way she's looking around the room indicates she's talking more to herself than to Erik.
She seems to snap back to consciousness and looks back at Erik and then the rest of the group. "You're all Disciples of the Moon? Why did it take the Church so long to wake me? Surely this Temple hasn't been occupied by the Sun for seven hundred years?"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Untrained Knowledge: History check to see what Disell knows about the Disciples of Moon/Sun
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +2 modifier
11 + 2
Still have detect magic going, I think (meaning unless the GM says otherwise :p) so I'd know if her mutterings were spellcasting? I don't know crap about 3.5's magic system
Disell shakes her head, "This temple hasn't been occupied by anything but rats for some time."
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +9 modifier
2 + 9
Private Mod Note
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Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
I'll bet you wish you had a non-unglued/unhinged card that shared your first name.
Tiran starts to undress as this strange string of questions winds on. He removes his cloak, and moves to hand it to the woman. "Allow me to dry you off with a spell," he instructs her.
Assuming she complies, he casts Prestidigitation to instantly dry her off. He then takes off his jacket and hands it to her along with the cloak, so that she could at least wear the jacket as a shirt and use the cloak as a sort of skirt.
Disell knows next to nothing about the Disciples of the Moon or the Disciples of the Sun.
The woman's brow creases and she looks sharply at Disell. "Why was this Temple abandoned? Who currently leads the Church? I must speak with her."
When Tiran starts handing her clothes and asks to dry her off with a spell, she shrugs and accepts the cloak. She waves away the jacket and simply drapes the cloak over her shoulders. She smiles slightly at Tiran when he casts Prestidigitation and nods in thanks.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Yeah, I probably should have known feigning intelligence would be the opposite of helpful...
"We have no idea why the Temple was abandoned, or who leads the Church. We aren't acolytes of the Moon or Sun, just a group of adventurers on a quest."
Diplomacy to make it obvious Disell is friendly & concerned:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +4 modifier
2 + 4
Bluff to hold the same tone as before, so that the woman won't realize Disell was actively attempting to seem more knowledgeable than she was, and she'll think it is just the way Disell naturally talks.
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +9 modifier
20 + 9
Private Mod Note
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Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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Erik looked to the woman, with a softened expression on his face. "There are no Disciples of the Moon anymore. Nor are there Disciples of the Sun. After long years of fighting between one another, they have wiped each other out." He said, adjusting his glasses slightly. "According to books of the old ways I have read, I mean." He stepped forward. "I'm...uh...I'm sorry. I know this is hard to hear."
Just as the woman is about to speak to Disell, a look in her eye as though she can see through Disell's smooth talk, Erik comments on the two Churches being long dead.
Her expression goes completely blank and the blood slowly drains from her face. For several long moments she simply stares at Erik. "Are... are you sure," she asks in a quiet, shaky voice.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Erik nodded slowly. "I...am afraid so. The ruins of the churches dot the lands, much like this one. Long abandoned, rotting from disrepair." He hesitated slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm being inappropriate. I forget that they're not just...ruins."
OOC: I fear Erik's forthrightness will be his undoing. Curse his trusting upbringing.
The woman's eyes go distant. She turns from the group and faces the altar of the Temple with her head bowed.
"I have to see for myself. I must visit each of the other seven Temples. There might be something left. If the others were there when the Sun attacked... Someone may still be Locked inside them."
She looks over her shoulder at Erik and the rest of the group. "Thank you for freeing me, even after so long."
With purposeful strides, she walks toward the altar. She shrugs her shoulders and the cloak Tiran loaned her falls to the floor. As she reaches the altar, her fist begins to glow with brilliant silver light. As she slams it into the top of the altar, a pure tone rings out louder than a thousand church bells chiming all at once.
When the light fades, the top of the altar is simply gone. Inside there are several items that the woman lifts out. A low-cut purple and midnight blue robe which she slips on immediately. A sheathe containing a long curved dagger, which she places at her left hip. And a multi-pocketed satchel that she slings over one shoulder.
Since Disell has Detect Magic active, she can tell that all of the objects are radiating magic. There are several separate auras around the satchel; apparently there are a few more enchanted items stored inside it.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
She shrugs and smiles a little. "I'll manage. When the Cages were created, we knew that being Locked in for centuries at a time might happen. It was a risk we were willing to take."
Her smile turns brittle and her eyes shine with tears. "Of course... knowing something might happen and experiencing it are very different things."
She clears her throat and blinks a few times. "Most of the old Circles are probably ruined, but if I'm lucky I'll find one that's still whole. I can make my way from there."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The woman shakes her head. "There's nothing you could do that I can't do on my own. I have to do it on my own. I abandoned them. They might have died because of me. I owe it to them to find out what happened at the other Temples."
She turns a stunning smile at the group. "Thank you again for freeing me."
With an arcane word and a complicated little gesture, she casts a spell of some sort. There's a flash of light.
When the light fades she's still standing there. Her eyes tear up a little again when she realizes what happened. "The Grand Temple... It really has fallen."
She turns away from the group and repeats her spell. When the light fades this time, she's gone.
Spellcraft checks to identify the spell, if you want.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The man looked around to his new companions after the woman's light show. "If it pleases you all, I would very much enjoy a swift exit from this place. I retain some hope of finding my equipment, but we should probably get moving before another ancient being pops in to offer their greetings."
Tiran retrieves his cloak from the ground and puts it back on, as well as grabbing his equipment. "Right then... let's get out of here before anything else can happen," he says, still disturbed by all that has transpired.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
In the interest of bumping, and in the interest of moving the game along, go look at post #388 for a hint as to where a good hiding place for gear might be.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The stone lid of the altar has simply been vaporized, it seems. The rest of the altar is simple stone as well, and appears to be one solid piece, and much rougher than the rest of the worked stone in the room. It's a surprisingly primitive sort of thing in a "civilized" marble and carved stone temple such as this.
There was a hidden storage compartment beneath the now-vanished top of the altar; the mysterious woman emptied it out completely before she vanished.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Before the Silence broke, 1101 years ago, people lived in the world. Cultures and kingdoms and heroes and villains rose and fell. The current inhabitants of Eraithia know this because they've found the relics and ruins and abandoned churches of those who came before scattered around the continent. But there is absolutely no written record that these people existed. No verbal history. Not even a scrap of paper or a tapestry on the wall of a mouldering abandoned castle.
Many people believe it was the wrath of the gods, erasing the precursors from history as a punishment for their blasphemies and starting the world anew. Scholars and wizards and other "enlightened" individuals have as many theories as there are scholars and wizards in Eraithia, and none of them have been deemed more or less provable than any other.
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She begins muttering to herself rapidly, too low and quick to catch any of the words.
She shakes her head once again, slightly more violently this time, her soggy black hair splashing Erik as it flips around.
"I was down there for seven hundred years..." she says, though the way she's looking around the room indicates she's talking more to herself than to Erik.
She seems to snap back to consciousness and looks back at Erik and then the rest of the group. "You're all Disciples of the Moon? Why did it take the Church so long to wake me? Surely this Temple hasn't been occupied by the Sun for seven hundred years?"
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Assuming she complies, he casts Prestidigitation to instantly dry her off. He then takes off his jacket and hands it to her along with the cloak, so that she could at least wear the jacket as a shirt and use the cloak as a sort of skirt.
Disell knows next to nothing about the Disciples of the Moon or the Disciples of the Sun.
The woman's brow creases and she looks sharply at Disell. "Why was this Temple abandoned? Who currently leads the Church? I must speak with her."
When Tiran starts handing her clothes and asks to dry her off with a spell, she shrugs and accepts the cloak. She waves away the jacket and simply drapes the cloak over her shoulders. She smiles slightly at Tiran when he casts Prestidigitation and nods in thanks.
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Her expression goes completely blank and the blood slowly drains from her face. For several long moments she simply stares at Erik. "Are... are you sure," she asks in a quiet, shaky voice.
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OOC: I fear Erik's forthrightness will be his undoing. Curse his trusting upbringing.
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"I have to see for myself. I must visit each of the other seven Temples. There might be something left. If the others were there when the Sun attacked... Someone may still be Locked inside them."
She looks over her shoulder at Erik and the rest of the group. "Thank you for freeing me, even after so long."
With purposeful strides, she walks toward the altar. She shrugs her shoulders and the cloak Tiran loaned her falls to the floor. As she reaches the altar, her fist begins to glow with brilliant silver light. As she slams it into the top of the altar, a pure tone rings out louder than a thousand church bells chiming all at once.
When the light fades, the top of the altar is simply gone. Inside there are several items that the woman lifts out. A low-cut purple and midnight blue robe which she slips on immediately. A sheathe containing a long curved dagger, which she places at her left hip. And a multi-pocketed satchel that she slings over one shoulder.
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Her smile turns brittle and her eyes shine with tears. "Of course... knowing something might happen and experiencing it are very different things."
She clears her throat and blinks a few times. "Most of the old Circles are probably ruined, but if I'm lucky I'll find one that's still whole. I can make my way from there."
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She turns a stunning smile at the group. "Thank you again for freeing me."
With an arcane word and a complicated little gesture, she casts a spell of some sort. There's a flash of light.
When the light fades she's still standing there. Her eyes tear up a little again when she realizes what happened. "The Grand Temple... It really has fallen."
She turns away from the group and repeats her spell. When the light fades this time, she's gone.
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EDIT: I see Giga reading: Disregard the advice I deleted. The map doesn't have what I thought it did on it.
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And because I've still got detect magic, probably:
There was a hidden storage compartment beneath the now-vanished top of the altar; the mysterious woman emptied it out completely before she vanished.
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