Cerise and Corgi Dashed to Mara, next to Invis Lady. Spirtual Weapon follows by 20 feet.
Uregaunt Took gear with free action and dashed to follow.
AdAM 7 and 8 Collects all potions on the remaining 3 benches. Continues to Don armor after drinking green potion.
Mara/Fern Mara will move forward to the Invisible Lady and calm herself. "Don't follow me," she warns before using Reckless Attack to gain advantage on a Booming Blade cantrip. She hits for 8 bludg + 8 thunder damage, and Invisigirl will take 2d8 more thunder damage if she moves. Then wolf will Disengage and move out the portal.
Thanath After reclaiming his javelins, Thanath looked over at the portal just in time to see Mara and her Wolf pass through it. "Are we heading through the portal now?!" Thanath boomed as he approached Cerise, Uregaunt, and the Invisible Woman "I must admit it does seem rather interesting!"
Zana Attempts to unlock his door, but is unsuccessful.
Bears can easily be bereaved of their natural cautiousness, being attracted to food sources, such as garbage dumps, litter bins, and even roasted hens. These ursids may even venture into dwellings in search of sustenance, as gatherings of people reciprocally and awkwardly encroached upon and into their habitats.
However, this was not the barreling omnivore’s natural biome, nor was this a jamboree, in revelry of the landscape's vintage.
For the dozen were destined prey.
Due to the length of his forelimbs’ claws more prolonged than those of the hind limbs, the grime amassed on the front of the grizzly’s torso. The talons’ structure were blunt, and in addition to their excessive weight, contributed to their difficulty to climb trees, as well as, compared, to their black cousins. Being the only extant species of bears with a hump upon each shoulder blade, fashioned entirely of muscle, imparted more might in digging, habitual foraging and den construction prior to hibernation. In lieu of this tremulous anatomy, the druid’s wildshape’s scapulae continued to oscillate in succession, intensity and sternness, striving through dirt and silt, to the cache of weapons between the kobolds and humans.
The maxilla and mandibular ridges soon parted, allowing a roar to erupt from the agape jaw as its owner's furry extremities made way, past one of the cultists, to hopefully guard against their potential armament.
If any were brave enough to face Torus, clothed with nature and armed with ferocious hunger, they hopefully would be unarmed.
Ignoring the food, Torus will dash 80 feet to mount and guard the cache of weapons from any Kobolds and cultists, distracting them from the potential surroundings as Kyra, Orchid, Parum and Brannor flank. He will trigger an Attack of opportunity from the Cultist to the cache as he scurries by.
The ocular tree began to reach out with its limbs, treading through air and wind, a tiny gap separating from wood and person. A stray branch stretched to Yna's forehead and Evy's left cheek. It mentally boasts, "Wonderful, daughters! Before you accept your gifts, you must willingly receive their accompanying marks and visions. What think you?"
Eve nodded enthusiastically at the talk of revelations. Yna hesitated just a moment longer than her friend before she bobbed her head as well.
“Good! Hold still my daughters.”
The bough’s twigs stretched ever so slightly, brushing the war mage’s zygomatic arch and the druid’s widow’s peak. Soon, their landscape vanished as wisdom drilled into their brains, filling each cerebrum with information purposely hidden from them.
The year of Blue Fire, 1385, materialized mentally, harvesting its crux, the Spellplague, a schismatic maelstrom of unfettered wild magic, all due to death of the goddess of Mystra, severing the Weave that maintained magic and portals between planes. A spherical map enclosed the duo as a three dimensional Faerun emerged. Familiar lands became magical and fantastic in appearance. Earth motes drifted through the sky of their atlas, as they scrutinized from a heavenly perspective. Weird towers and spires of stone jut from deserts, accompanying by abounding waterfalls. Eventually a darkness creeped and charred the circumscribed globe as whole nations became blotted out, with the Sea of Fallen Stars venting a meatus to the Underdark, south of Chondalwood. The nation-sized chasm was the least of their worries, as their telepathic bonds instructed them instantaneously of the terrible undead threat within Thay, the former land of Red Wizards, under Szass Tam. The tumultuous atmosphere was again riddled with forbidden scenes from the Feywild and their high courts in full bloom, as each year of the planes’ next century matured around them into full observation, unveiling historic battles, monarchs and republics over decades.
It seemed oddly like an eternity but warped into an afterthought until finally arriving in the Dale reckoning of 1479, the year of the Ageless One. The marble encapsulating their extraordinary visage scattered as a strident voice again took hold of their attention.
“A century has passed since you tasted this realm. Toril was the world you remember, that once hosted the continents, now debauched in the wake of the Spellplague. Bitter winds sweep the steppes of the Endless Wastes, storms crash against the cliffs of the Sword Coast, and in between stretches remnants of shining kingdoms and wilderness.
Albeir is the realm forgotten, cut off for tens of millennia. A twin to Toril and once joined with it, Albeir ventured its own path at the dawn of the age. Where gods and their servants oversee Faerun, the lords of Albeir were towering primordials and elder wyrms. Now, after long epochs of separation, they have again become one.
All things were sustenance for the Spellplague’s insatiable hunger; it assailed and transformed flesh, stone, magic, space and dimensional walls. Even the cosmos beyond Toril has become unraveled.”
The two were suddenly raptured back into the graveled clearing before the mystical ash tree, as they found their feet in the silt now up to their ankles, widespread quicksand slowly engulfing the foliage around them.
“Please accept these gifts, daughters. I will call on you for favors later. It seems they know you are here. You must go. Soon.”
You each now possess marks on your forehead and cheek respectively.
In regards, Evylenne gains Expertise with the skills of Insight and Perception. She also gains Awakened Mind (from the Great Old One Warlock benefit) with the ability to cast Detect Thoughts once/day, free, at will.
Ynaxandra gains Expertise in Persuasion and proficiency and Expertise in Intimidation. She also gains Hypnotic Gaze (from the School of Enchantment, using your Druid spell save DC) with the ability to cast Suggestion once/day, free, at will.
The ground itself appears to be drowning the wide vicinity gradually with silt and sand. You may ask the tree any questions you would like. You are allowed five inquiries before the silt reaches your waist, which will sacrifice half your movement, if combat rears its ugly head.
Thanath Thanath's victorious laughter of triumphant victory echoed through the building as he watched the spider and his mount flee from the combined onslaught of the goliath and the fairy. "Look at him go!" Thanath boomed before Mara descended with the unconscious man in tow. "Well she's certainly in a hurry!" Thanath commented. Having said that, Thanath walked over to where his javelins had landed after they had been removed from their previous recipient and retrieved them.
Invisible Human Female Dashing past the goliath, invisible footstep could be discerned easily as the unseen warrior appeared to be in hot pursuit of her quarry: Mara, Fern, and the diamond-chested man. Arriving next to the Resilient Sphere, the invisible female was prepared to grapple for the bubble if the monk was going to make a run for it.
The labyrinthine tunnels were finally behind the duet, as they crawled further into the convoluted coral city. The inn which housed their rendezvous, alcohol and cots for the evening approached into full throttle. The fictitious Kor woman and bleeding kobold soon bellowed into the tavern, within the center of the shopping district. And lo, and behold, the majority of the party, pouring over the cryptic atlas of the area, swiveled their chins or, in Dyn’s case, a myriad of pupils, to ogle over their anti-climactic entrance. The pair merely walked into the bar, without any hint of sensationalism.
“What are y’all looking at?” The jester inquired, with a cocked hip.
To not disappoint, the pale mountaineer quickly provided an entrapped prestidigitation within her closed right fist. Holding it out in front with both hands, as if keeping a bird from flying off, she gradually revealed an illusionary monocle, the size of half of her face, in which to better gauge, with her own erratic visual senses the map that laid naked and vulnerable before all.
“Ooooooh. Let me see!”
After an interval, the comic commenced to understand the orientation of the diagram, cementing her bearings of the SS Lady Slipper and the Verdant Stream, almost polar opposites in both direction and in regards to safety and adventure. Before dissipating the eyeglass, the comic realized that her future bed mate was slowly exsanguinating. The crimson drops, circumventing the troupe in an effervescent current manipulated by the blanche geisha, oozed into a circular smiling Ouroboros consuming its own end. The snowy comedian then encased the ring of plasma into ice, granting it more of a scarlet hue, as she rapidly donned, wiggled and oscillated her pelvis attempting to employ it as a hula hoop.
“Askia, those wounds definitely need some loving attention.”
The cog-like thrusting continued its frequency as she performed with disjointed grace, ultimately grabbing and pirouetting the rosy girdle to and fro until she suddenly hooked the mystic with a sweeping motion.
“Come!” Koan’s bold word orgasmed into the silent fray, viewing their discourse.
Taking the neck of her now new prized companion, the gashes of the kobold began to heal magically as the pair cha-cha’ed upstairs, led by the crazed clown. The fool kicked a random door in, which luckily opened a vacant room. Looking over her sinister shoulder, she beckoned a command to the rest, who watched in amazement and disgust.
“Please. Do not disturb us. Nurse Koran has some mending to do.”
With that haphazard mandate, a white bonnet with a red cross magically materialized upon her head as she tossed the gory disc below to the Beholder, as four dancing lights illuminated their portal of pending passion, changing in color with every subtle moan perceived.
Prestidigitation was used to conjure a fake monocle to view the map with. Later, several instances of Shape Water are utilized to mold and freeze the blood into an Ouroboros, hinting of the impending innuendo. Koan has a passive Performance of 18, to which she twirls it as a hula hoop, hooks Askia, and dances her upstairs. She also casts a 3rd Level Cure Wounds for 16 and a 1st Level Cure Wounds on herself for 8. Yes. You know where. Minor illusion is used to conjure a nurse’s cap. Finally, she tosses the gory ring at Dyn after kicking a random door open, to eventually close it with Dancing Lights, triggering a color change when sounds escape.
Once the last shade vanished into wisps of smoke, the wardens of light attempted under covert guise and with the directorship of Birbin, their trek through the town. The Tabaxi fled to the rooftops and beckoned secrecy from the gnome, all after buckling a caress upon Cesar, the bard heralding from the monk’s former verve. Jealousy sprouted from her teeth as they clenched, only a moment, soon dismissed as the monster slayer followed the front rank closely, summoning divine strength to aid their cause as they maneuvered from building to open court to the hopeful Hall.
The ebon darkness, though gone for a time, seemed strangely comforting to Wick. The warlock noticed necromantic tendrils spontaneously encircling her attire, very subtly, but forbidden nonetheless. They granted strength and vigor of a maturity, macabre but resilient; a false life shouldering the same vacant shell as the shadow soldiers. Its strange sense of familiarity reinvigorated the graveyard spiral of hatred that claimed her first existence against the undead and doomed specters preventing her from her final resting place. She scorned the temporary constitution away, but a remnant remained, brooding, like a famished lion in wait. The counterfeit structure lingered, offering its agonizing vim to the reborn sage as she marched behind, sloppily distracted by such an immense dusk invisibly lurking within herself, that did not suffer from the painful animosity she exhibited towards their common enemy.
A skeletal armor that the cleric would reluctantly carry, masked as a dead carcass growing from an endangered crucifixion.
Lesser Restoration: 1/Day after finishing a long rest (unused) Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest (unused) Fey Presence: 1/short rest (unused)
The familiar returned with sight of cultists and kobolds left behind, either weaker than the ahead marching troupe or purposely meandering behind to flank any unwelcome followers. The humans apparently segregated, likely due to their taste of food. The draconic fiends outstripped the leathery brigands, more numerous by a factor of two, with which the quintet of Greenest would have to contend.
After disseminating the information, the pirate savored the situation of the prairie hen roasting in the fervor of flint and wood, intermittently being turned, equaling the golden brown hue to all those gathered. The men likely would not be armed with weapons, poised to dine instead of fight. Taking advantage of the timing, the druid’s jaw widened briefly as fur began to slowly overtake the minotaur hide.
“Numbers they possess. Strength we have but at the cost of identity. Failure bears only one price.”
Soon, the masseters and temporal muscles became more prominent as the shaggy covering rose in both height and breadth upon the grizzly. The staff and the belongings of the sailor were consumed by the single colored, agouti hair, as powerful limbs heralded massive shoulder blades and an enormous pelvic girdle, in a stride dedicated to ambush the nefarious dozen. The hope in the now brown bear’s preserved mind churned as its paws feverishly hastened to the humans, in efforts to surprise alongside the arrows of Kyra and Brannor.
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