It was sudden.
 
Thea’s sacrificial interception and intercession placed the guardian's frame between that of the warlock and the incoming, bilious force evoked by the sinister titan. The roar boomed against her paladin armor. Her stance absorbed the nefarious impact which reverberated into the polluted air, like an ersatz lightning rod monopolizing the depolarized darkness, in efforts to deflect downstream destruction to her allies. Upon the Aasimar’s full-plate, each ebon vibration resonated into circumventing strands of taupe licorice, racing to embrace the feline monk and the diviner with charcoal tentacles, as if a broken dinner bell chimed for the [i]Shadows[/i] to aggregate and consume any fallen prey.  Dusk was near; hunger loomed, lest a miraculous rally emerged. 
[h3][color=ed1c24]“Take this!”[/color][/h3]
And it did. The Tabaxi would not be overcome by gloom, suddenly jetting through the ashen haze with a blinding aura, golden eyes meeting violet. Her light flashed, hostile and piercing the thawing ether. Involution second to blindness trickled into absence, lacking manifestation, tolling with the beast’s final dirge, a desperation unlocked. Consequently, a contagion effect rippled through the bridge of Turyn, as the fettered anchors of verisimilitude individuated from their structural proletariat, vanishing into melting hemlock. The last coagulated stones gave way, with Wick and her fellow flock precipitating into the oblivion underneath.

Beckoning a nirvana of novelty, each constellating meteor of the party shrilled into the seemingly unspoiled Eden. All embellished upon the landscape, bodies of wingless angels and clumsy elves. Luckily, their cataclysmic plummet left no one harmed and nothing extinct. Thanking the Gods and the abjurer for sheltering her descent, the scholar rose, dusting pollen off her robes and hood. The delicious dander pirouetted, smitten with scents of eclectic candles. Full of parks and ponds, the scenery provided the revived Celestial a wistful glimpse of a lively domain, peppered with vibrant imagination and natural beauty. 

[i]How reminiscent of her previous life's vestige![/i] 

A panting panther hurriedly interjected from the boughs of wisdom, echoing Wick’s own surplanting contemplation. [color=ed1c24]“… where are we?[/color]

Shuffling towards the sickle knifed into the gored grass near the staff, the oracle spoke, [color=ec008c]“I know not, Katia. This braid of cursed sorcery seeks tawdry purchases within the soft fontanel of dreams."[/color] Words continued as blade met scabbard again; her jeweled staff erect once more, in hand. [color=ec008c] "Gird with budgeted defenses and remain on guard, as this defies my grounded understanding. Its cost is curious. Will you watch over me for a moment, beloved, as I pursue this quandary?”[/color] 

Molding the earth below her feet, incense assembled under meditative diction, fastened pupils and paged tracings of Shujaat’s diary. White fire slowly erupted from friction between flint and steel, with the silhouette of a bleached phoenix gingerly sprouting limbs and feathers; a fey readied for command and instruction, then shot skyward.

Eyes still shut, the former half-elf sage, half-smiling, preached to those within ear shot, scavenging the fields with avian retinas, at a pinnacle height.

[color=ec008c]“Let us now ask the clouds, of what they envision.”[/color]

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Wick roams away from the nearby Haemar, in search of sickle and quarterstaff, on the ground near her feet, while speaking to Katia, with her back to her. 

After sheathing the scythe and limping along with the staff, Wick then stops, and utilizes Mold Earth to conjure a pit, to mimic the function of a brazier. Afterwards, she then meditates upon Shujaat's diary, which houses some notation for spells, for 10 minutes, and casts Find Familiar, as a ritual, summoning a pure white hawk, using the corresponding 5e statistics. It then flies upwards to 100 feet and with sight, scours the surrounding topography. Perception rolls at advantage (1d20+4), for [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2596]19[/url] and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2597]16[/url].
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