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Drowned Gods (D&D 5e)

Your words hang in the damp air. You offer mercy. You offer a choice. You stand tall as the new god of this place.

The statue does not care.

It does not bow. It does not accept your terms. The heavy gravity in the room vanishes instantly. For a second you feel light. Then the pressure returns. But it is not on your shoulders this time. It is not trying to push you to the floor.

It is inside your head.

It feels like a giant hand has reached inside your skull. It closes around your brain and squeezes. The pain is blinding. It is white and sharp. It spikes behind your eyes like a hot needle. Your vision blurs. A sudden migraine throbs in time with your heartbeat.

You feel a warm wetness on your upper lip. It drips down to your chin. You taste copper. Your nose is bleeding.

The two Monitors scramble backward. Their massive feet slip on the wet stone. They press their bodies against the hallway walls. Their eyes are wide with absolute terror.

"Great Shoog!" Gurgle-Thump screams. "Stop! Do not speak the bad words! Do not disrespect the Mother of Pearl!"

"Her wrath is terrible!" Splosh-Krack cries out. He covers his face with his hands. "She is the Old Keeper! She will drink your thoughts! She will turn your head to soup!"

A voice speaks in your mind. It is not the vast deep voice from your dreams. It is not the voice of the ocean. This one is different. It is cold. It is sharp. It sounds like wet stones rubbing together. It echoes in the hollow space where the pain is strongest.

"Weak idol." the voice sneers inside your skull.

The statue pulses with a sickly pink light. The dead bodies in the water begin to drift faster. They bump against each other with soft wet thuds. The exploded face of the statue seems to bloom wider.

OOC

Attack Roll: 19 (Hit)
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29775

Damage: 8 Psychic Damage
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29776

Please make an Arcana Check and roll for Initiative.

Drowned Gods (D&D 5e)

Hey my friend, sorry for disappearing! I had to travel for work and had no energy left in me to add a status here. I'll reply to all games now, but I should still be in a slower rhythm this holiday season.

X-tras: The B-Team Protocol (Marvel Multiverse Role-Playing Game)

Hey guys, sorry for the disappear. I traveled for work and had no energy left in me to come here. I'm back, but I must say that for the end of the year, I'll be slower than usual, have a lot of family home. But yeah, still hyped to play this game!

The Rise from the Ashes

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29724 - 19

The Rise from the Ashes

Meli ran ahead, pointing toward the large house. My attention was fixed on the pigeon that had vanished inside the roof. Chief Garou was clearly getting communication from outside the settlement. Was he already aware of the Ophidian forces? Or perhaps he was working with them.

We reached the guards at the entrance. I stood tall and faced them, meeting their call with directness.

"No, we do not have an appointment," I stated clearly. "But the need to speak with the Chief is urgent. It concerns Ophidian forces operating in this region."

I paused, letting my words settle.

"If he cannot see us now, then please arrange an appointment for us to speak with him as soon as possible."

The Rise from the Ashes

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29722 - Dirty 20 perception check, if possible would like to check if there is anything in the pigeon that would indicate where it came from.

Where Wishes Fall (D&D 5e)

The owl woman rises quickly from the sand. She walks around the small bonfire toward you with sharp, economical movements. As she gets closer, you see her belt. The white porcelain mask that the shadow creature wore is hanging from it. A dark cord is threaded through the mask's right eyehole and tied securely to her leather belt.

Strix lets out a short, sharp laugh that sounds like the rustle of dry feathers. Her tone is precise and utterly focused on the facts.

"I heard your challenge, 'Not-a-Princess'. You may have spirit, but time is wasted. I am Strix." She looks back at the vast ocean. "We are near Thornwood. I brought you here to talk. You need to understand, I have very little time."

She looks back at you, her yellow eyes serious and demanding attention.

"I am a Herald of the Noble Starweaver. You were already chosen by the Weaver. Your survival of the drain simply proves His choice correct. Yes, you're one of us now."

She touches the mask hanging at her hip, a gesture of cold analysis. "The attack was necessary. It was a gauge of your raw power, and clearly, I miscalculated the necessary force. That creature was mine."

Strix then reaches into the deep pocket of her dark cloak. Her hand pulls out a small glass vial. It holds a white, translucent liquid that catches the sunlight. She holds the vial out to you.

"This will make you feel better," she states plainly.

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History check (DC 13)

If successful, you will know this figure is an Owlin, a race known for their connection to the night and often mistaken for monstrous harpies or disguised spirits.

Where Wishes Fall (D&D 5e)

I’m guessing Kalila’s Strength score is still at a score of 4 from the attack. ^^”

@Guardian Angel Haruki

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Where Wishes Fall (D&D 5e)

The cold is heavy. It feels like you are sinking into the bottom of a frozen ocean. The darkness presses against your eyes, your ears, your chest. It wants to keep you there forever.

You try to swim up. You kick and fight against the weight.

For a moment, you see a light. It is faint, like a distant star. You reach for it, and you feel a spark of warmth. But then the cold grabs your ankle. It pulls you down again. The air leaves your lungs. The darkness wraps around you like a shroud.

You think of Leila. You remember why you are here. You kick again. You push through the freezing water. You break the surface for a second, gasping for air that isn't there. Then the exhaustion hits you. Your heart beats slow. So slow. It would be so easy to just close your eyes and sleep. The cold is almost comforting now.

No.

You scream the word inside your mind. You gather every last drop of your will. You reach out with your hand. You grab the darkness and you pull yourself up. You refuse to drown.

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The water vanishes. The cold fades away.

You are floating in the void again. The thousands of pinpricks of light surround you. You are back in the center of the night sky, suspended in the velvet quiet of the cosmos.

One star shines brighter than the others. It descends toward you. It does not turn into smoke or fire this time. It shifts and grows solid, coalescing into a form of regal elegance.

He is beautiful and strange. His skin is the color of the pale morning sky, smooth and unblemished. His dark hair is wild and thick, resembling feathers that cascade down his broad shoulders in a river of midnight blue. He wears heavy gold chains around his neck and arms, gleaming with an inner light. On his forehead, small, dark horns rise from his skin, marking him as something ancient and powerful.

He floats before you, his hands pressed together in a gesture of serenity. He looks nothing like the terrifying shadow creature in the shop. He looks calm. He looks like the eye of a storm.

He looks at you with eyes that shine like turquoise stones. He smiles gently, a expression that holds centuries of patience.

"Alas, not all of my servants possess a heart as kind as yours," he says. His voice is deep and warm, vibrating through your bones like a hum, carrying a hint of apology for the violence you endured.

He unclasps his hands and makes a small, fluid gesture. The lingering cold in your veins dissolves instantly, replaced by a soothing warmth that feels like sunlight on water.

"Let your fear be washed away. You are safe within my gaze."

He drifts closer. The stars behind him begin to swirl, moving faster and faster until they become streaks of brilliant light, framing him in glory.

"The tide has turned, little one. The silence breaks, and the answers you seek shall finally flow."

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You open your eyes. The light is blinding. It burns. You try to move, but your body feels heavy and weak. Your limbs shake with the effort. You feel like you have only a tiny spark of life left inside you.

OOC

Current HP: 1

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You are not in the dark room anymore. You are outside. You hear the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. You smell salt and woodsmoke. You are lying on the sand. The sun hangs high in the sky. It is the peak of the day.

A small bonfire burns near you. It warms your cold skin, fighting off the chill that nearly killed you. You look around. You are on a beach, but it is lonely and quiet. There are no ships, no busy docks, no city noises. Just the sand and the water.

You struggle to push yourself up. That is when you see it.

The shadow is there. It sits across the fire from you. It is the same presence you felt on the roof and saw in the shop. But now you can see it clearly.

It is a person, but also a bird. It looks like a great owl standing on two legs. Its feathers are as black as the night. As you watch, the edges of the feathers seem to dissolve. They are liquefying into the same light blue smoke that made up the little creature in the shop, or the wisp of vapor you glimpsed outside the Panther's Rest the night you arrived. The figure wears a heavy dark cloak that wraps around its body.

The owl person pokes the fire with a stick to keep it burning. It turns its head to look at you with those piercing yellow eyes.

"Took you long enough," the figure says. Her voice sounds feminine but sharp. "I don't know why he'd pick a weak princess like you."

The Rise from the Ashes

I looked at Meli. Her joke made the heavy feeling in my chest lighter. She was right. I did get lost easily in the woods. It was good to see that spark of her old self return.

"You are right," I said with a small smile. "I probably would get lost in five minutes without you."

I turned to Elena, Isolde, and Garrick one last time.

"We will be back soon."

Meli and I walked out of the Moon Rabbit's Respite.

The bard said to look for the largest building. I scanned the settlement. I looked for a house that stood out from the others.