Perception:
1d100: [96] = 96
/65%
Just in Case:
1d20: [15] = 15
,
1d100: [4] = 4
Conditions: Sixth Sense (Inactive) , Ambidextrous, Resistant to Cold (Soupcon; 1/2 damage from Cold based attacks).
Now with little left to do but wait, Trask packs a pipe of tobacco, and sits quietly while smoking. Waiting for whatever is going to happen at midnight to happen. Trask not having a lick of magical talent, avoids interrupting the mage or priestess, and mostly just keeps a wary eye on Alwin and Mürrischer, whom to Trask seem to be inherent trouble magnets.
Can't say this reminds me of anything, never sat and waited for a portal to open to a Changeling Castle... or wherever we're heading. I will admit I have done my fair share of waiting though, so that is not remotely new. Downside of not knowing much about where we're going, is not being able to plan in more detail... also not a new situation for me. Hell seems half my life has been ran by the 'learn as we go' method of planning. I hope the Elf and the Wolfen find some calmness, because if they act like they did in the fight against Sil, they're likely gonna die badly. Trask thinks with a audible harrumph.
"Lord Utu, guide of the dead, lord of the lost souls. Your servant only wishes to do right by you in the battle to come. All the souls taken in the next few hours as well as any after that are dedicated to you as always." Trask says in quiet mumbling prayer.
The Priestess Bride
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Re: The Priestess Bride
"Tonight, boys, we're eating like kings. We've all tasted death too much it seems." ~Shawn James
Tolliver Trask; The Suicide King
Tolliver Trask; The Suicide King
Re: The Priestess Bride
Flowers and Marshmallows
Temple of Astra
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Cloudless night
Time: Almost Midnight 11:59pm
A plan is made and party members rush off to different tasks. Ivy offers her spear to be the 'heart' of the golem, and the Granas accepts. There is also discussion about what item of clothing would best suit the wizard's marvelous creation, and it is decided that a crown of Luna's favourite flower, the Edelweiss, is best. But time is short, and so various team members hurriedly go about their tasks.
Flower Hunt
The crisp night air bites at their cheeks as Ivy, Runidia and Mürrischer venture out from the Temple. They hold flickering torches to illuminate the ground ahead and move with haste. Ivy notices a faint scent of hard drink wafting from Runidia, but her movements are steady and sure-footed.
They spent a tense minute navigating the terrain, their eyes scanning the sparse vegetation for any hint of white. Just then, a figure comes bounding towards them. It is Rigel, the young human priest with his mop of unruly black curls. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he skids to a halt; three large wicker baskets are slung over his shoulder.
"Your baskets as you desired, Holiness!" he declares with a flourish, bowing deeply towards Ivy. His use of the title seems to bring him particular amusement. "Luna spent much time under the old oak tree in the wooded area to the west. If your eyes are sharp you'll likely find your edelweiss there."
And so our band of flower pickers hurry a short distance west and reach the old oak. The party fan out and search, and Mürrischer spots it! Bathed in pale moonlight, under a long oak branch he sees a dainty crop of edelweiss flowers!
They follow Ivy's plan, and as Rigel picks flowers the others watch Mürrischer sits in the clearing and demonstrates. Reaching into the basket, Mürrischer selects a flower. Its star-shaped white petals, each tipped with a delicate fringe, is pristine and dry. With surprisingly nimble fingers, he begins to separate the stem, his movements economical yet precise. Did the young wolfen, as a cub, once do such things for endless hours of fun in his homeland?
Within the basket Mürrischer finds a length of pliable, silver wire. Rigel must have placed it there when gathering the baskets. Holding the flower stem in his teeth for a moment, he deftly wraps the wire around its base, securing it tightly. The first anchor point for the crown is complete!
One by one, Mürrischer adds more Edelweiss. Runidia and Ivy soon catch on and join in the effort by preparing flower stems for Mürrischer to add. With each addition, he carefully angles the flower, its head facing outwards, creating a radiant halo effect. He works meticulously and swiftly, weaving the wire between the flower stems, ensuring the crown holds its shape. The delicate white blooms begin to form a soft white circle of floral delight.
Picture it; three heroes sitting in the moonlight, furiously weaving flowers together.
Finally, with only a few blooms left, Mürrischer carefully connects the ends of the wire, forming a complete circle. With aching fingers, unaccustomed to the activity, he brings the two ends together. Holding the completed edelweiss flower crown aloft, they all examines his handiwork with satisfied eyes. The soft white flowers shine in the torchlight, it is a simple crown.
Marshmallow sculpting
Nearer the temple there is a circle of flickering torchlight. It is cast by Captain Tomass' men as they watch Granas and Alwin begin the curious task of constructing the marshmallow golem. Trask sits with a soldier's patience, quietly observing and enjoying some tobacco.
Ivy's spear, the magical heart of the creation, lies gleaming in the center of the vast sugar pentagram. Granas carefully lays it flat, handle pointing downwards, forming the base of the golem's spine.
Whilst Granas builds the right half, Alwin builds the left, and the two work furiously to meet in the middle for the torso. Alwin, his movements precise and silent, watches and mirrors Granas' actions on the left side. They pluck marshmallow after marshmallow from a seemingly endless supply and eventually legs start taking shape.
The sheer size of the golem soon becomes evident. They certainly aren't building a small creature; this marshmallow giant is taking the form of a tall impressive figure. Layer by layer, the little marshmallow bricks rise. As they reach the torso, the construction slows. Here, Granas carefully positions Ivy's spear, and the wizard can feel its magical properties radiating with a faint hum. Is it a hum of approval? Marshmallows are meticulously stacked around the spear, and then the pair build out the feminine torso.
The sheer volume of marshmallows is astounding. A crowd of soldiers form and they watch in silence. The mountain of sugary treats in the sacks dwindle rapidly as the Marshmallow Woman takes shape. Her form grows, larger than life, but only vaguely resembles the elven priestess Luna. Our heroes are not natural sculptors, and they are working in haste.
Finally, with the last marshmallow carefully placed upon her head, Granas steps back. He reaches into a pouch on his belt and produces two . These he gently presses into the marshmallow face, creating a pair of glittering eyes that stare lifelessly into the night sky. It is crude work, but hopefully good enough, and curious smile spreads across many onlooking faces that night.
The Mighty Magic of Marshmallows and Flowers
A reverent silence falls over the soldiers as they see the flower party hurry to the sugar-pentagram. Ivy steps forward with a delicate crown of edelweiss flowers cradled in her small hands. The moonlight seems to catch on the tiny white flowers, lending them an ethereal glow.
The soldiers murmur, and they clearly expect another miracle from the gnome and do not want to miss the epic moment. Reaching out, Ivy seems intent on placing the crown upon the Marshmallow Woman's lifeless head. Alas she is too short. Far too short. Seeing her situation, Mürrischer takes the crown and does the honors. As the soft petals brush against the marshmallow surface, it feels somehow right, somehow perfect. But no miracles are forthcoming; this is Granas' moment not Ivy's.
The wizard steps forth.
A collective breath is held as everyone unconsciously takes a step back, and a circle forms around the now-crowned golem. Granas, standing closest, unfurls the strange scroll. Its surface is inscribed with arcane symbols that are now pulsing with a faint inner light.
Granas' voice, magically amplified by the scroll itself, booms through the night as he begins the incantation. Words of power, ancient and forgotten, roll off his tongue, their meaning known only to him. The scroll, reacting to his pronouncements, flares a brilliant green. From each glowing glyph, a mote of emerald energy leaps free, swirling and dancing like fireflies in the night sky. As each word is spoken, the corresponding symbol on the scroll vanishes, leaving behind a smooth, blank surface.
The emerald motes dance faster, circling the Marshmallow Woman in a hypnotic display. There are thousands of them, a swirling vortex of raw magic. The air crackles with power and a warmth radiates outwards. It feels as if they are standing near a campfire.
Ivy, her mind sharp as always, notices something. Three times, the green light flares with a particular intensity. The precise number of times her magical staff, now the core of the golem, can unleash its blinding light effect.
This is it, the moment of truth.
As the final word leaves Granas' lips, the emerald glow intensifies beyond anything witnessed before. The motes of light seem to condense, flowing in a luminous stream towards the Marshmallow Woman. The light is blinding, forcing all assembled to shield their eyes. Heat can be felt radiating off the golem, almost unbearable. Everyone smells roasted marshmallows in the air, and some may be reminded of their childhood.
Then, with three distinct pulses, the green light fades. The blinding brilliance gives way to a soft, milky glow emanating from the marshmallow figure. The individual marshmallow blocks seem to merge, solidifying into a singular cohesive form. The sparkling diamond eyes, overwhelmed by the magical surge, transform into milky white orbs, now capable of expression. No longer a crudely built figure made of marshmallows, the golem stands before them, transformed. Refined. Whole.
She wears a simple dress, sculpted from the same marshmallowy material that makes up her body. The edelweiss crown, miraculously unscathed by the magical surges, sits atop her head, its white flowers glow softly in the night. The Marshmallow Woman turns her milky white gaze towards Granas, and the wizard feels a silent question hanging in the air.
She is alive; her form graceful, imposing. A guardian of sweetness and light, ready to answer the wizard's call.
More to come.. here!
Temple of Astra
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Cloudless night
Time: Almost Midnight 11:59pm
A plan is made and party members rush off to different tasks. Ivy offers her spear to be the 'heart' of the golem, and the Granas accepts. There is also discussion about what item of clothing would best suit the wizard's marvelous creation, and it is decided that a crown of Luna's favourite flower, the Edelweiss, is best. But time is short, and so various team members hurriedly go about their tasks.
Flower Hunt
The crisp night air bites at their cheeks as Ivy, Runidia and Mürrischer venture out from the Temple. They hold flickering torches to illuminate the ground ahead and move with haste. Ivy notices a faint scent of hard drink wafting from Runidia, but her movements are steady and sure-footed.
They spent a tense minute navigating the terrain, their eyes scanning the sparse vegetation for any hint of white. Just then, a figure comes bounding towards them. It is Rigel, the young human priest with his mop of unruly black curls. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he skids to a halt; three large wicker baskets are slung over his shoulder.
"Your baskets as you desired, Holiness!" he declares with a flourish, bowing deeply towards Ivy. His use of the title seems to bring him particular amusement. "Luna spent much time under the old oak tree in the wooded area to the west. If your eyes are sharp you'll likely find your edelweiss there."
And so our band of flower pickers hurry a short distance west and reach the old oak. The party fan out and search, and Mürrischer spots it! Bathed in pale moonlight, under a long oak branch he sees a dainty crop of edelweiss flowers!
They follow Ivy's plan, and as Rigel picks flowers the others watch Mürrischer sits in the clearing and demonstrates. Reaching into the basket, Mürrischer selects a flower. Its star-shaped white petals, each tipped with a delicate fringe, is pristine and dry. With surprisingly nimble fingers, he begins to separate the stem, his movements economical yet precise. Did the young wolfen, as a cub, once do such things for endless hours of fun in his homeland?
Within the basket Mürrischer finds a length of pliable, silver wire. Rigel must have placed it there when gathering the baskets. Holding the flower stem in his teeth for a moment, he deftly wraps the wire around its base, securing it tightly. The first anchor point for the crown is complete!
One by one, Mürrischer adds more Edelweiss. Runidia and Ivy soon catch on and join in the effort by preparing flower stems for Mürrischer to add. With each addition, he carefully angles the flower, its head facing outwards, creating a radiant halo effect. He works meticulously and swiftly, weaving the wire between the flower stems, ensuring the crown holds its shape. The delicate white blooms begin to form a soft white circle of floral delight.
Picture it; three heroes sitting in the moonlight, furiously weaving flowers together.
Finally, with only a few blooms left, Mürrischer carefully connects the ends of the wire, forming a complete circle. With aching fingers, unaccustomed to the activity, he brings the two ends together. Holding the completed edelweiss flower crown aloft, they all examines his handiwork with satisfied eyes. The soft white flowers shine in the torchlight, it is a simple crown.
Marshmallow sculpting
Nearer the temple there is a circle of flickering torchlight. It is cast by Captain Tomass' men as they watch Granas and Alwin begin the curious task of constructing the marshmallow golem. Trask sits with a soldier's patience, quietly observing and enjoying some tobacco.
Ivy's spear, the magical heart of the creation, lies gleaming in the center of the vast sugar pentagram. Granas carefully lays it flat, handle pointing downwards, forming the base of the golem's spine.
Whilst Granas builds the right half, Alwin builds the left, and the two work furiously to meet in the middle for the torso. Alwin, his movements precise and silent, watches and mirrors Granas' actions on the left side. They pluck marshmallow after marshmallow from a seemingly endless supply and eventually legs start taking shape.
The sheer size of the golem soon becomes evident. They certainly aren't building a small creature; this marshmallow giant is taking the form of a tall impressive figure. Layer by layer, the little marshmallow bricks rise. As they reach the torso, the construction slows. Here, Granas carefully positions Ivy's spear, and the wizard can feel its magical properties radiating with a faint hum. Is it a hum of approval? Marshmallows are meticulously stacked around the spear, and then the pair build out the feminine torso.
The sheer volume of marshmallows is astounding. A crowd of soldiers form and they watch in silence. The mountain of sugary treats in the sacks dwindle rapidly as the Marshmallow Woman takes shape. Her form grows, larger than life, but only vaguely resembles the elven priestess Luna. Our heroes are not natural sculptors, and they are working in haste.
Finally, with the last marshmallow carefully placed upon her head, Granas steps back. He reaches into a pouch on his belt and produces two . These he gently presses into the marshmallow face, creating a pair of glittering eyes that stare lifelessly into the night sky. It is crude work, but hopefully good enough, and curious smile spreads across many onlooking faces that night.
The Mighty Magic of Marshmallows and Flowers
A reverent silence falls over the soldiers as they see the flower party hurry to the sugar-pentagram. Ivy steps forward with a delicate crown of edelweiss flowers cradled in her small hands. The moonlight seems to catch on the tiny white flowers, lending them an ethereal glow.
The soldiers murmur, and they clearly expect another miracle from the gnome and do not want to miss the epic moment. Reaching out, Ivy seems intent on placing the crown upon the Marshmallow Woman's lifeless head. Alas she is too short. Far too short. Seeing her situation, Mürrischer takes the crown and does the honors. As the soft petals brush against the marshmallow surface, it feels somehow right, somehow perfect. But no miracles are forthcoming; this is Granas' moment not Ivy's.
The wizard steps forth.
A collective breath is held as everyone unconsciously takes a step back, and a circle forms around the now-crowned golem. Granas, standing closest, unfurls the strange scroll. Its surface is inscribed with arcane symbols that are now pulsing with a faint inner light.
Granas' voice, magically amplified by the scroll itself, booms through the night as he begins the incantation. Words of power, ancient and forgotten, roll off his tongue, their meaning known only to him. The scroll, reacting to his pronouncements, flares a brilliant green. From each glowing glyph, a mote of emerald energy leaps free, swirling and dancing like fireflies in the night sky. As each word is spoken, the corresponding symbol on the scroll vanishes, leaving behind a smooth, blank surface.
The emerald motes dance faster, circling the Marshmallow Woman in a hypnotic display. There are thousands of them, a swirling vortex of raw magic. The air crackles with power and a warmth radiates outwards. It feels as if they are standing near a campfire.
Ivy, her mind sharp as always, notices something. Three times, the green light flares with a particular intensity. The precise number of times her magical staff, now the core of the golem, can unleash its blinding light effect.
This is it, the moment of truth.
As the final word leaves Granas' lips, the emerald glow intensifies beyond anything witnessed before. The motes of light seem to condense, flowing in a luminous stream towards the Marshmallow Woman. The light is blinding, forcing all assembled to shield their eyes. Heat can be felt radiating off the golem, almost unbearable. Everyone smells roasted marshmallows in the air, and some may be reminded of their childhood.
Then, with three distinct pulses, the green light fades. The blinding brilliance gives way to a soft, milky glow emanating from the marshmallow figure. The individual marshmallow blocks seem to merge, solidifying into a singular cohesive form. The sparkling diamond eyes, overwhelmed by the magical surge, transform into milky white orbs, now capable of expression. No longer a crudely built figure made of marshmallows, the golem stands before them, transformed. Refined. Whole.
She wears a simple dress, sculpted from the same marshmallowy material that makes up her body. The edelweiss crown, miraculously unscathed by the magical surges, sits atop her head, its white flowers glow softly in the night. The Marshmallow Woman turns her milky white gaze towards Granas, and the wizard feels a silent question hanging in the air.
She is alive; her form graceful, imposing. A guardian of sweetness and light, ready to answer the wizard's call.
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