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
Tai braced himself...he hoped he could handle whatever lurked in the Jungle. It unnerved him sightly that it looked even more dense and feral than the forests of Llanowar that he knew from his youth.
Zalara takes a deep breath then crosses through the portal, the ground rumbling with every step. She's going to have to do this sooner or later, so no reason to drag it out any longer than she has to - let's see what the source of the tremor is.
As the group steps through the portal it closes behind them. Just before it does, three small gems are thrown through behind them, with a note pinned to one of them.
I almost forgot. When you're ready to return, shatter these gems in this order: Yellow, then purple, then silver. It will open a very brief portal back to Estark. You'll have to be near a powerful natural mana source for it to work.
Good luck.
The group finds itself in a verdant jungle. The trees are massive, bigger than anything any of them have seen before, and almost impenetrably thick. The rumbling noise seems to be distant, but the ground and leaves still shake slightly in a kind of steady rhythm.
Tai, Xerion, and Zalara feel strange, though for different reasons.
Tai can feel the currents of life flowing around them. Every living thing in this jungle is so obviously connected in one giant community. Though not any community someone from a civilized land would understand. It's more primal than that. Predator, prey, beast and bird and everything in between; all locked in the mutual struggle of life. This place, wherever it is, is brilliantly, violently alive.
Zalara, on the other hand, feels something different. Something just under the surface of the jungle. A wild energy, rampantly chaotic. It's nothing short of frantic. The struggle for life, the connection of this jungle's inhabitants, those are just background noises for her. What she feels is the fire. An undercurrent of pure chaotic joy. It might even be called inspiration. A whirling mass of emotion, concealed deep within the life here. This place is chaos, a primordial warzone of living.
Xerion, different from the others, is uneasy. Something here isn't right. He can feel the every-so-faint pulse of life, but it's lacking something. There's no... corruption? That's not the right word. Ambition. That's it. This place is free from the struggle to gain greater power. Nothing here aspires to be better than it could be. It's too primitive for advanced concepts such as that. There's no advancement, no progress, no rules. The jungle rejects anything that isn't primitive and instinctive and brutal. The land here protests Xerion's presence, buffering him like a strong wind. If he stays here too long, it will grind him to dust.
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
Tai looks around. "The life here...it is...it's completely unfettered. It's as though there is nothing to oppose it." To test his theory, he tuned his senses, trying to feel for the nearest source of black mana.
The nearest source of black mana is Xerion. In fact, as far as Tai can tell, Xerion is the only source of black mana within the range of his senses. Xerion's mana stands out against the raging sea of life around them like a beacon. Xerion's presence in the jungle is foreign and, from what Tai can discipher about the disrupted flow of mana in the land around the black mage, most unwelcome.
Simply by standing there, Xerion's black mana is causing minor turbulence in the natural order of things. It's doubtful that he will go unnoticed by this plane's inhabitants for long.
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
Tai looked at Xerion darkly. "This is not good..." He was torn between telling him to try channeling mana in case he needs to later, and trying to suppress him ties as much as possible to evade notice.
Compared to the heavy taint of black mana that hangs over the ruins of House Shimia like a shroud, this place feels like paradise to Zalara. For a while she merely allows herself to marvel at the landscape - she's never seen so many trees in one place, so tall and in a vibrant explosion of color - this, combined with the current of chaotic, exuberant energy that jolts her senses, even makes her feel a little dizzy.
Tai's observation is worrying, however. If Xerion is the only nearby source of black mana, then the red-black magics empowering the orb are not here...in that case, who or what are they looking for?
Zalara looks around to see any signs of habitation, however primitive, or any other distinctive plant or rock formations that would be useful as a landmark.
There are no signs of habitation nearby. The three mages are standing in a small clearing, but the thick jungle presses all around them.
There is one distinctive landmark, though. Behind the group are three broken trees, snapped off halfway up their huge trunks. The tops of the two trees to the right are laying even farther to the right. The tops of the tree to the left is laying further left.
It's fairly obvious that nothing natural did that. The breaks are too clean to have been wind or earthquake or whatever else might pass for weather on this plane, not to mention them having broken in two opposite directions. Looking past the three trees, several more leading off into the forest have been bent and/or splintered.
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
He could feel the unease around him. The plane seemed to be made of pure green mana and it protested him, and definitely did not want him around. Being undead made it worse, the magic holding his displaced spirit fluctuating with the green mana around him with him seemingly the only black mana source around made him...uneasy. "I heard green mages and the forest could breed only things these massive, they weren't kidding." he mumbled, examining the trees and keeping his guard up, hoping his companions didn't have the idea of killing him to save themselves. "Though the cut...it's too...clean, almost mechanical."
"Whoever or whatever it was, they weren't terribly concerned about covering up their trail," says Zalara. "So the question is - do we follow?"
She looks upward at the unnaturally sheared tree trunks as the unseen rumbling continues. The unsettling realization emerges that her group is very, very small... and very, very alone.
OOC: I think I see where this is going, and I do not like it. Not. One. Bit.
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The noise in the distance is growing slightly louder every few moments. After a minute or two, it becomes obvious whatever is making it is getting closer.
A deafening sound, like a thousand deep horns all going off at once, hits the group like a physical blow. The leaves are literally quaking on the branch and the ground may have actually shook as the noise explodes through the clearing.
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 rumbling grows louder and louder. Just when it seems as though the ground will tear itself apart with the vibration, the treetops near the group explode. A creature, a beast so large its head surely scrapes the clouds and whose clawed foot could crush the group with a well-aimed blow, appears in front of the party.
Huge horns sprout from the beasts head and its muscles are so huge the creature almost looks deformed. It moves with much more speed than such a creature should be capable of. With a roar more like a thunderclap than a voice, it swings its massive clawed hand straight down at the black mage.
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 monsterous creature's claw misses its target by a wide margin when the shining light momentarily blinds it. It recovers after a few seconds, and its eyes lock onto Tai as a rumbling growl rolls forth from deep within its overmuscled chest.
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
Tai looked around nervously. Well, this isn't good... he thought as his tattoos flared a brilliant green. The feeling was exhilarating, as if he was tapping into something incredible...primal. He then summoned a pair of empowering sages to help protect against the incoming assault.
The portal shimmers in front of the three mages. On the other side of it, glimpses of a dense jungle are momentarily visible.
"You'd better hurry. Whatever lives in that jungle might try to come through. I can't hold this open for long."
Some noise, a rumbling crashing sound, can be faintly heard coming through the planar gate.
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Xerion steps up with his companions, double checks what he has and readies himself.
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
Good luck.
The group finds itself in a verdant jungle. The trees are massive, bigger than anything any of them have seen before, and almost impenetrably thick. The rumbling noise seems to be distant, but the ground and leaves still shake slightly in a kind of steady rhythm.
Tai, Xerion, and Zalara feel strange, though for different reasons.
Tai can feel the currents of life flowing around them. Every living thing in this jungle is so obviously connected in one giant community. Though not any community someone from a civilized land would understand. It's more primal than that. Predator, prey, beast and bird and everything in between; all locked in the mutual struggle of life. This place, wherever it is, is brilliantly, violently alive.
Zalara, on the other hand, feels something different. Something just under the surface of the jungle. A wild energy, rampantly chaotic. It's nothing short of frantic. The struggle for life, the connection of this jungle's inhabitants, those are just background noises for her. What she feels is the fire. An undercurrent of pure chaotic joy. It might even be called inspiration. A whirling mass of emotion, concealed deep within the life here. This place is chaos, a primordial warzone of living.
Xerion, different from the others, is uneasy. Something here isn't right. He can feel the every-so-faint pulse of life, but it's lacking something. There's no... corruption? That's not the right word. Ambition. That's it. This place is free from the struggle to gain greater power. Nothing here aspires to be better than it could be. It's too primitive for advanced concepts such as that. There's no advancement, no progress, no rules. The jungle rejects anything that isn't primitive and instinctive and brutal. The land here protests Xerion's presence, buffering him like a strong wind. If he stays here too long, it will grind him to dust.
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Simply by standing there, Xerion's black mana is causing minor turbulence in the natural order of things. It's doubtful that he will go unnoticed by this plane's inhabitants for long.
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Tai's observation is worrying, however. If Xerion is the only nearby source of black mana, then the red-black magics empowering the orb are not here...in that case, who or what are they looking for?
Zalara looks around to see any signs of habitation, however primitive, or any other distinctive plant or rock formations that would be useful as a landmark.
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There is one distinctive landmark, though. Behind the group are three broken trees, snapped off halfway up their huge trunks. The tops of the two trees to the right are laying even farther to the right. The tops of the tree to the left is laying further left.
It's fairly obvious that nothing natural did that. The breaks are too clean to have been wind or earthquake or whatever else might pass for weather on this plane, not to mention them having broken in two opposite directions. Looking past the three trees, several more leading off into the forest have been bent and/or splintered.
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Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
Tai stepped forward a little more. "Almost as though whoever this was guiding something. Something very, very big."
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She looks upward at the unnaturally sheared tree trunks as the unseen rumbling continues. The unsettling realization emerges that her group is very, very small... and very, very alone.
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OOC:
The noise in the distance is growing slightly louder every few moments. After a minute or two, it becomes obvious whatever is making it is getting closer.
A deafening sound, like a thousand deep horns all going off at once, hits the group like a physical blow. The leaves are literally quaking on the branch and the ground may have actually shook as the noise explodes through the clearing.
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The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
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Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
Life
20
Land
Plains *1
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Life: 20
In play:
1x Mountain
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In play:
[mana]Spawning Pool[/card]
HP: 20
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
Huge horns sprout from the beasts head and its muscles are so huge the creature almost looks deformed. It moves with much more speed than such a creature should be capable of. With a roar more like a thunderclap than a voice, it swings its massive clawed hand straight down at the black mage.
1x Bull Cerodon
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OOC: Holy Day
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Life
21
Land
Plains *1 (T)
Forest *1 (T)
Creatures
Soul Warden *1 (SS)
Essence Warden *1 (SS)
Graveyard
Holy Day *1
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