Fading Memory

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

Sorry for the delay; i can get a response up these next few days!

*✧･ﾟ:* ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ *:･ﾟ✧*

Would anyone be interested in a reboot?

@ThisIsFine

Sure, this seems interesting to me. Will anything much be changed from the original attempt, or would that still be proper study material for thought?

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

Much appreciated for the update!

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

While I'm not personally someone who likes to use color for my dialogue, you all doing it makes life as a Kenku quite easy and amusing.

Edit: also, it has dawned on me how literally and accurately I can actually play a Kenku thanks to the Forum! Huzzah!

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

"Yin. Graham Douglas. Tamzen Silentflight. Alssssei Cogsssspeaker."

The chorus of voices rolled out from the hooded Kenku, a perfect copy of each being reflected back to their speakers. He shifted, flowing like a rolling cloud of fog in his shadowy form towards the Altar- and towards Yin. She would be permitted, indirectly, to see into his hood and to see the abominable visage that he possesses as he quietly contemplates the Altar. Oh, how his mind failed him! A lifetime of a body that creaked and groaned only to lose his mind as a spirit! It set nerves- Nerves that shouldn't function, he has no glands or organs for them to connect to after all- on edge. At the alrert of Danger, the Kenku's feathers flattened out and smoothed down. This simple thing resulted in Whisper losing most of his volume and his robes shifting as if something beneath them were alive as his stature was reduced to that of a gaunt frame beneath the black of his attire. Truly, in life, he must have been miserable.

Whirling the scythe slowly in his hands, his beak parted;

"You don't look like the monsters in these lands." He echoed back to Yin, shadows flowing down his arms and along the scythe. These shadows formed into a larger cloud that Whisper suddenly turned and slashed the Scythe through; the cloud erupting around Yin and melding her into the shadows as well.

[Action: Spell Slot expended to Cast Invisibility upon Yin].

"Find a place to hide, kill it, fullfill your duty as Guardian!." he declared to the group.

Whisper's scythe stilled in the air, trembling as the magic flowed off him and over Yin. The beak parted one final time, whispering to Yin in a strange kaleidoscope of voices;

"Somethin' dangerous is 'eaded this way, we are not safe here I fear we might not have much time. My name issss... Whisper."

the final voice was once again that wondrously pleasant female voice he couldn't quite recall.

An Unseasonable Chill

Set on edge by the mounting embarassment the boy felt, the uncomfortable discussion over the radio, and finally by Hanako's callous interpretations of the circumstances, Elias engaged vigorously in the task of chewing his lip. This would not do, however, to placate the hormonal emotion surge this entire series of events has brought upon him. Suddenly possessed of an animation whose energy is only tarnished by the exaggerated movements his lanky form must take to perform them, Elias vigorously shuffled his tarot deck then slid it back into its case and into his pockets once more.

"You get what you put into the world." He said rigidly, perhaps through briefly clenched teeth. He lifts a hand and massages his jaw through the scarf, before shaking his head slowly. "You guys wouldn't get it." He sighs. "But if all you expect to find is a dead body, it's all you'll be looking for. I don't care what you guys think, I'm holding out hope and putting out the energy and effort that he's alive out there and needs help. If you're going to ruin that energy and hope, then do it in your own heads. Saying it out loud doesn't help anything, anyone, let alone us and our search. Let's get a move on."

Elias' frustrated movements carried him like a ragdoll on strings over to Jake where he angrily, though still politely respecting the man's personal space, leaned over to look at the map.

"Caves. Sure, a few within a reasonable distance- but no major ones in the immediate vicinity. I've been to most of the ones you'd see on the state or regional maps, and tried to stay out of any of the small ones in the area just on principle. We won't find anyone talking about where we have and haven't searched; let's just search."

And soon he was trudging ahead, spurred on by myriad emotional misunderstandings and complicated feelings about the situation. The Teenage Dilemma, as it were.

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

I should get a post up either today or Monday.

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

Religion Check of 5+2 = 7

I'll presume Whisper basically learns nothing else while he scrutinizes the shrine and move on with my thoughts.

An Unseasonable Chill

Embarassment. It burns on his cheeks high and pink. A scaldingly hot shower might have the same effect on one's skin as Hattie's rebuttals and Miriam's more professional attention combined. The boy rubs the back of his head and permits an awkward silence to overcome him as he listens in to the older people chatter. After some time, he seems to relax and lets out a breath.

"Sure, miss Holdstead." He said after the conversation had moved on and the crew began to shuffle towards their various vehicles "Though I think you'd technically need to ask my parents permission for anything legally permissible."

He let silence wash over him again as he moved at a slow pace, trailing behind the group of adults. His phone had been buzzing constantly ever since he left his house- Zoey, bugging him for details about Charles Christian no doubt- and even now he fidgeted as it buzzed in his pocket once more. Clicking his tongue beneath his scarf he swatted at his leg in an innocuous manner, attempting to properly silence the device in futility-

Only to stumble mid-step as the query from Hanako. His eyes widen briefly; such an odd question.

"Well, historically speaking, guns have equalized all issues. I wouldn't personally put stock into it making a difference with something like a Roc or Bi-Bon, but a high velocity impact wound would slow down anything physical even if it had some kind of supernatural resistance. Besides, that's what Salt, Iron, Silver, and the protective wards are for; I have complete faith in the Goddess." His words came accompanied by another grasp of the necklace his wore, his thumb rubbing over its well-worn surface in the telltale sign of a longstanding habit. His eyes shift subtly as Hanako's final statement hits him, and he sighs softly.

"Yeah. Let's get going after Chuck. Anything beats walking." Was all he seemed to muster as people discussed the tranportation options. Idle hands seeking refuge from fidgeting mannerisms stuff themselves into his pockets; mitten'd fingers feeling through the salt and iron shavings in one pocket, the other gripping the tarot deck he always kept within reach. Feeling the familiarity of the cards in his hand seemed to calm him and bring him back to focus. He pulled out the deck, and despite the mittens on his hands he quite deftly shuffled the cards as remnants of salt fell from his woolen hands. He shut his eyes briefly, whispering quiet words to himself.

Find Chuck, is taking a car a good idea? Group too large, need to reach the reservation, danger afoot.

Chariot VII. Multiple meanings, a blend of purposes. Seven is itself a magic number, rife with representation and meaning in the natural world and supernatural purposes. Within the Tarot it emphasizes creativity and indivuality. His eyes narrow a bit at the card, digesting this. The Chariot, whilst upright, shows control, determination, and success. The crescent moons present on his particular brand of the deck also represent something coming into being; a spiritual transformation. The array of stars also shows a connection to divinity; Divine Will, as it were.

He thumbed over the card before sliding it back into his deck.

"On second thought, I think we should just walk it out. Chuck probably didn't go missing in a car; we'd have found signs of that or someone would've seen something by now. Zoey and I can't leave town without a dozen people calling our parents, so yeah. Taking the roads would just make us miss any clues we might come across- and besides, we can't all fit in one car and splitting up would defeat the point of being in the group. Let's go by foot. I've got a feeling it's the best choice we have."

Individuality, Action, Determination. He let Magic take root; half of magic working was believing in it after all, and the card had said these things would lead to Victory.

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

@Lucius Cypher

Alright. All my trips have concluded. Did you want us to wait for further Storytelling or do we have some leeway to interact in this scene?