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Rats eat many things
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Very little that you experience is real. The remainder is the assumptions of your mind

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Somewhere out there on a planet very far away is a civilization that has included our sun in a beloved constellation of some animal we couldn't dream up if we tried
It's a crab, actually
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*I try to cover my eyes to block the vision, but of course that doesn't work* WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT THIS IS TERRIFYING
“Calm down. Calm down. Okay, so you were the bird. Then there was a bird-shaped hole in a heart. It misses you? No, that doesn’t feel right…”
M-maybe I need to help it?
The Sorcerer responds
A scholar studies many diagrams and scrolls on ornithology. He is confused. He cannot find the bird he is looking for.
A ship full of pioneers. Their map tells them the shore is nearby, but they cannot tell where they are.
A hand extended in kindness and assistance.
So what should I do??
You see Selma walking through an outdoor space that is not outside. It's a forest. Then through a maze, and finally to the same beach where the heart is.
Selma, you recognize this not as a vision, but as a memory.
You return to present reality.
The slowly growing sphere has stretched thin. The amorphous Presence explodes in brilliant light, destroying the sphere, and briefly taking the form of a bird made from fire.
The Presence hovers above the sand and returns to its shapeless flux, but does not seem hostile.
Wh-what the fuck.... *I slowly approach the orb, crying a little because of the memories*
“Do you know this presence @the-final-knight? Can you tell us what it wants?”
I-im not sure but I think it wants... Me to do something but I'm not sure what...
The Thing gently undulates and pulses with color & light as you approach it.
Another vision comes. You are a bird perched on @the-final-knight 's shoulder. She travels to an island in the sky and then to the beach from before. The heart is still beating over the waves. As the bird you take off from Selma's shoulder and fly away. The bird shaped hole in the heart closes and the water below becomes clean again.
I need to bring it something....? A bird maybe @lead-sorcerer hey do you have any ideas?
“I’ll make a little figure of one. That usually helps me.”
I shape a small piece of lead into a little bird figure.
Thanks. Should I go try and give it to the thing?
“Yes! Do it!”
Okay! *I run to the thing and try to give it the bird* Here take this!
Visions come again
You are a bird standing where the Presence is. Selma is offering you a figurine. You gently take it from her hands with your beak.
An island in the sky. A manor on a hill. The forest. The maze. The beach with the beating heart. You feel homesick, alone, and a yearning for this beach.
When the visions end, Selma's hands are empty and the figurine is gone.
Huh.... *I try and hug the presence*
Though barely corporeal, It gives you a little squeeze in return
I can try and help you but I don't really understand what's going on. Did the bird help you any?
The thing sends more of your memories of the manor through your mind, wanting to be lead there
@sorcererest-sorcerer @lead-sorcerer Guys we need to go to a manor! It's one I live near! *I try to guide the thing to follow me*
“I’m just gonna leave, if you’re okay with that…”
Oh alright then, rest up!
“Yeah, I can’t deal with the IT again.”
That's fair. I'll deal with this as best I can!
“Yeah, you’ve made more progress with this thing than I ever could. I have more pressing horrors to deal with. Farewell!”
Oh alright then! Farewell!
The thing follows behind Selma
*I walk to the manor, unsure how to make small talk with the thing*
It seems incapable of small talk, or at least isn't responding to any
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*I try to cover my eyes to block the vision, but of course that doesn't work* WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT THIS IS TERRIFYING
“Calm down. Calm down. Okay, so you were the bird. Then there was a bird-shaped hole in a heart. It misses you? No, that doesn’t feel right…”
M-maybe I need to help it?
The Sorcerer responds
A scholar studies many diagrams and scrolls on ornithology. He is confused. He cannot find the bird he is looking for.
A ship full of pioneers. Their map tells them the shore is nearby, but they cannot tell where they are.
A hand extended in kindness and assistance.
So what should I do??
You see Selma walking through an outdoor space that is not outside. It's a forest. Then through a maze, and finally to the same beach where the heart is.
Selma, you recognize this not as a vision, but as a memory.
You return to present reality.
The slowly growing sphere has stretched thin. The amorphous Presence explodes in brilliant light, destroying the sphere, and briefly taking the form of a bird made from fire.
The Presence hovers above the sand and returns to its shapeless flux, but does not seem hostile.
Wh-what the fuck.... *I slowly approach the orb, crying a little because of the memories*
“Do you know this presence @the-final-knight? Can you tell us what it wants?”
I-im not sure but I think it wants... Me to do something but I'm not sure what...
The Thing gently undulates and pulses with color & light as you approach it.
Another vision comes. You are a bird perched on @the-final-knight 's shoulder. She travels to an island in the sky and then to the beach from before. The heart is still beating over the waves. As the bird you take off from Selma's shoulder and fly away. The bird shaped hole in the heart closes and the water below becomes clean again.
I need to bring it something....? A bird maybe @lead-sorcerer hey do you have any ideas?
“I’ll make a little figure of one. That usually helps me.”
I shape a small piece of lead into a little bird figure.
Thanks. Should I go try and give it to the thing?
“Yes! Do it!”
Okay! *I run to the thing and try to give it the bird* Here take this!
Visions come again
You are a bird standing where the Presence is. Selma is offering you a figurine. You gently take it from her hands with your beak.
An island in the sky. A manor on a hill. The forest. The maze. The beach with the beating heart. You feel homesick, alone, and a yearning for this beach.
When the visions end, Selma's hands are empty and the figurine is gone.
Huh.... *I try and hug the presence*
Though barely corporeal, It gives you a little squeeze in return
I can try and help you but I don't really understand what's going on. Did the bird help you any?
The thing sends more of your memories of the manor through your mind, wanting to be lead there
@sorcererest-sorcerer @lead-sorcerer Guys we need to go to a manor! It's one I live near! *I try to guide the thing to follow me*
“I’m just gonna leave, if you’re okay with that…”
Oh alright then, rest up!
“Yeah, I can’t deal with the IT again.”
That's fair. I'll deal with this as best I can!
“Yeah, you’ve made more progress with this thing than I ever could. I have more pressing horrors to deal with. Farewell!”
Oh alright then! Farewell!
The thing follows behind Selma
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*I try to cover my eyes to block the vision, but of course that doesn't work* WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT THIS IS TERRIFYING
“Calm down. Calm down. Okay, so you were the bird. Then there was a bird-shaped hole in a heart. It misses you? No, that doesn’t feel right…”
M-maybe I need to help it?
The Sorcerer responds
A scholar studies many diagrams and scrolls on ornithology. He is confused. He cannot find the bird he is looking for.
A ship full of pioneers. Their map tells them the shore is nearby, but they cannot tell where they are.
A hand extended in kindness and assistance.
So what should I do??
You see Selma walking through an outdoor space that is not outside. It's a forest. Then through a maze, and finally to the same beach where the heart is.
Selma, you recognize this not as a vision, but as a memory.
You return to present reality.
The slowly growing sphere has stretched thin. The amorphous Presence explodes in brilliant light, destroying the sphere, and briefly taking the form of a bird made from fire.
The Presence hovers above the sand and returns to its shapeless flux, but does not seem hostile.
Wh-what the fuck.... *I slowly approach the orb, crying a little because of the memories*
“Do you know this presence @the-final-knight? Can you tell us what it wants?”
I-im not sure but I think it wants... Me to do something but I'm not sure what...
The Thing gently undulates and pulses with color & light as you approach it.
Another vision comes. You are a bird perched on @the-final-knight 's shoulder. She travels to an island in the sky and then to the beach from before. The heart is still beating over the waves. As the bird you take off from Selma's shoulder and fly away. The bird shaped hole in the heart closes and the water below becomes clean again.
I need to bring it something....? A bird maybe @lead-sorcerer hey do you have any ideas?
“I’ll make a little figure of one. That usually helps me.”
I shape a small piece of lead into a little bird figure.
Thanks. Should I go try and give it to the thing?
“Yes! Do it!”
Okay! *I run to the thing and try to give it the bird* Here take this!
Visions come again
You are a bird standing where the Presence is. Selma is offering you a figurine. You gently take it from her hands with your beak.
An island in the sky. A manor on a hill. The forest. The maze. The beach with the beating heart. You feel homesick, alone, and a yearning for this beach.
When the visions end, Selma's hands are empty and the figurine is gone.
Huh.... *I try and hug the presence*
Though barely corporeal, It gives you a little squeeze in return
I can try and help you but I don't really understand what's going on. Did the bird help you any?
The thing sends more of your memories of the manor through your mind, wanting to be lead there
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*I try to cover my eyes to block the vision, but of course that doesn't work* WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT THIS IS TERRIFYING
“Calm down. Calm down. Okay, so you were the bird. Then there was a bird-shaped hole in a heart. It misses you? No, that doesn’t feel right…”
M-maybe I need to help it?
The Sorcerer responds
A scholar studies many diagrams and scrolls on ornithology. He is confused. He cannot find the bird he is looking for.
A ship full of pioneers. Their map tells them the shore is nearby, but they cannot tell where they are.
A hand extended in kindness and assistance.
So what should I do??
You see Selma walking through an outdoor space that is not outside. It's a forest. Then through a maze, and finally to the same beach where the heart is.
Selma, you recognize this not as a vision, but as a memory.
You return to present reality.
The slowly growing sphere has stretched thin. The amorphous Presence explodes in brilliant light, destroying the sphere, and briefly taking the form of a bird made from fire.
The Presence hovers above the sand and returns to its shapeless flux, but does not seem hostile.
Wh-what the fuck.... *I slowly approach the orb, crying a little because of the memories*
“Do you know this presence @the-final-knight? Can you tell us what it wants?”
I-im not sure but I think it wants... Me to do something but I'm not sure what...
The Thing gently undulates and pulses with color & light as you approach it.
Another vision comes. You are a bird perched on @the-final-knight 's shoulder. She travels to an island in the sky and then to the beach from before. The heart is still beating over the waves. As the bird you take off from Selma's shoulder and fly away. The bird shaped hole in the heart closes and the water below becomes clean again.
I need to bring it something....? A bird maybe @lead-sorcerer hey do you have any ideas?
“I’ll make a little figure of one. That usually helps me.”
I shape a small piece of lead into a little bird figure.
Thanks. Should I go try and give it to the thing?
“Yes! Do it!”
Okay! *I run to the thing and try to give it the bird* Here take this!
Visions come again
You are a bird standing where the Presence is. Selma is offering you a figurine. You gently take it from her hands with your beak.
An island in the sky. A manor on a hill. The forest. The maze. The beach with the beating heart. You feel homesick, alone, and a yearning for this beach.
When the visions end, Selma's hands are empty and the figurine is gone.
Huh.... *I try and hug the presence*
Though barely corporeal, It gives you a little squeeze in return

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*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*I try to cover my eyes to block the vision, but of course that doesn't work* WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT THIS IS TERRIFYING
“Calm down. Calm down. Okay, so you were the bird. Then there was a bird-shaped hole in a heart. It misses you? No, that doesn’t feel right…”
M-maybe I need to help it?
The Sorcerer responds
A scholar studies many diagrams and scrolls on ornithology. He is confused. He cannot find the bird he is looking for.
A ship full of pioneers. Their map tells them the shore is nearby, but they cannot tell where they are.
A hand extended in kindness and assistance.
So what should I do??
You see Selma walking through an outdoor space that is not outside. It's a forest. Then through a maze, and finally to the same beach where the heart is.
Selma, you recognize this not as a vision, but as a memory.
You return to present reality.
The slowly growing sphere has stretched thin. The amorphous Presence explodes in brilliant light, destroying the sphere, and briefly taking the form of a bird made from fire.
The Presence hovers above the sand and returns to its shapeless flux, but does not seem hostile.
Wh-what the fuck.... *I slowly approach the orb, crying a little because of the memories*
“Do you know this presence @the-final-knight? Can you tell us what it wants?”
I-im not sure but I think it wants... Me to do something but I'm not sure what...
The Thing gently undulates and pulses with color & light as you approach it.
Another vision comes. You are a bird perched on @the-final-knight 's shoulder. She travels to an island in the sky and then to the beach from before. The heart is still beating over the waves. As the bird you take off from Selma's shoulder and fly away. The bird shaped hole in the heart closes and the water below becomes clean again.
I need to bring it something....? A bird maybe @lead-sorcerer hey do you have any ideas?
“I’ll make a little figure of one. That usually helps me.”
I shape a small piece of lead into a little bird figure.
Thanks. Should I go try and give it to the thing?
“Yes! Do it!”
Okay! *I run to the thing and try to give it the bird* Here take this!
Visions come again
You are a bird standing where the Presence is. Selma is offering you a figurine. You gently take it from her hands with your beak.
An island in the sky. A manor on a hill. The forest. The maze. The beach with the beating heart. You feel homesick, alone, and a yearning for this beach.
When the visions end, Selma's hands are empty and the figurine is gone.
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*I try to cover my eyes to block the vision, but of course that doesn't work* WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT THIS IS TERRIFYING
“Calm down. Calm down. Okay, so you were the bird. Then there was a bird-shaped hole in a heart. It misses you? No, that doesn’t feel right…”
M-maybe I need to help it?
The Sorcerer responds
A scholar studies many diagrams and scrolls on ornithology. He is confused. He cannot find the bird he is looking for.
A ship full of pioneers. Their map tells them the shore is nearby, but they cannot tell where they are.
A hand extended in kindness and assistance.
So what should I do??
You see Selma walking through an outdoor space that is not outside. It's a forest. Then through a maze, and finally to the same beach where the heart is.
Selma, you recognize this not as a vision, but as a memory.
You return to present reality.
The slowly growing sphere has stretched thin. The amorphous Presence explodes in brilliant light, destroying the sphere, and briefly taking the form of a bird made from fire.
The Presence hovers above the sand and returns to its shapeless flux, but does not seem hostile.
Wh-what the fuck.... *I slowly approach the orb, crying a little because of the memories*
“Do you know this presence @the-final-knight? Can you tell us what it wants?”
I-im not sure but I think it wants... Me to do something but I'm not sure what...
The Thing gently undulates and pulses with color & light as you approach it.
Another vision comes. You are a bird perched on @the-final-knight 's shoulder. She travels to an island in the sky and then to the beach from before. The heart is still beating over the waves. As the bird you take off from Selma's shoulder and fly away. The bird shaped hole in the heart closes and the water below becomes clean again.
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*I try to cover my eyes to block the vision, but of course that doesn't work* WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT THIS IS TERRIFYING
“Calm down. Calm down. Okay, so you were the bird. Then there was a bird-shaped hole in a heart. It misses you? No, that doesn’t feel right…”
M-maybe I need to help it?
The Sorcerer responds
A scholar studies many diagrams and scrolls on ornithology. He is confused. He cannot find the bird he is looking for.
A ship full of pioneers. Their map tells them the shore is nearby, but they cannot tell where they are.
A hand extended in kindness and assistance.
So what should I do??
You see Selma walking through an outdoor space that is not outside. It's a forest. Then through a maze, and finally to the same beach where the heart is.
Selma, you recognize this not as a vision, but as a memory.
You return to present reality.
The slowly growing sphere has stretched thin. The amorphous Presence explodes in brilliant light, destroying the sphere, and briefly taking the form of a bird made from fire.
The Presence hovers above the sand and returns to its shapeless flux, but does not seem hostile.
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.
(OOC) that’s fine man :) we’ll just wait until tomorrow!
A moment has passed, as if the being had been thinking. Then, a sense of relief washes over you all
Another vision comes. You see a beach. The same one @the-final-knight saw in a previous vision. An enormous beating heart floats above the calm waves.
There is a bird shaped hole in the heart. The hole spurts blood and taints the otherwise idyllic scene.
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
“Perhaps we need to speak its language?”
The Sorcerer sings with the images in his mind.
A battlefield. The faded echoes of nameless sorcerers. They are gone, leaving one triumphant.
A child grieving for something he cannot remember.
A ball of light, as small as a marble and as vast as the sun.
The sun and moon chase each other across the sky over countless millennia. The world is fresh and new. The corpses are dust beneath the ground.
“I don’t think it worked. I think we might have to try something else.”
(OOC) Sorry folks, I ran out of brain power early today. I'll be back in like 9 hours.

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*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.
@sorcererest-sorcerer what is that???
“A way to contain it. We barely defeated it with six of us, so I doubt we can beat it now. We need backup, or something to defeat it.”
I study my enemy for some weakness.
“Who says we need to defeat it? Perhaps we can reason with it.”
“OH GREAT PRESENCE! YOU’RE TOO STRONG FOR THIS LAND! YOU WILL DESTROY US ALL IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!”
You each receive these visions:
You are a bird in a cage. You feel scared. Mages from the mythic & pre-classical eras surround you. They are sneering. They enjoy your fear. They lock you in a dark room and never come back.
You see the mages from the vault adventure. They open the cage, and then you're flying over the Boiling Hills.
You are tearing out the heart of one of the ancient mages with your tallons. His flesh is delicious.
A pile of bodies is burning. One for each of the ancient mages.
*a knight is on the path to the boiling hills, she's going off of a hunch*
-@the-final-knight
*In said boiling hills, a wizard with mechanical wings is battling a being so horrific one would not know how to describe it. *
*I arrive at the boiling hills* how to get inside?
*an extremely loud sound comes from somewhere in the boiling hills.*
*I run closer to the sound, looking for an entrance*
“OH HEKK THIS”
*the sound of a magical conjuring, and a lead slab slams down on this giant… thing.*
Magical energy surges through you. The lead slab is larger than you intended, and the tip of a finger is disintegrated into rising embers.
*I wrap my finger in my cloak and use the other hand to move it around, somewhat sloppily.*
“That hurt… HEY! @the-final-knight! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
IM COMING! *I charge and Run one up beside you*
The soft red sand of the Boiling Hills makes your footing unsteady.
You can feel a bright light shining into your mind. Whatever this thing is, It's slowly peeling apart your mental defenses like wrapping paper
Ah ow... What the fuck? *I try to shield my eyes and continue foreward* @leadwizard How do I fight it??
“HOW WOULD I KNOW?”
*I throw a spider-scout at it, and it attempts to burrow into it to destroy it from the inside out*
The spider passes through the Presence like a stone through mist. Partway through the spider heats to white hot before boiling into a fireball of lead oxide.
HOLY SHIT! *I run at the beast and try to slash at it with my sword*
The thing is nearly formless and floats above the ground. Even you, Selma, can feel the tide of magical energy radiating from It.
As you run, Its shadow spreads out in a pool and familiar tendrils reach up to grab you.
FUCK SHIT *I slash at the tendrils and try to escape*
@leadwizard I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!
“I DON’T THINK YOU DO!”
*I attempt to cast corporealize, to make my attacks actually hit*
*I continue trying to escape the tendrils* I SPARRED WITH SOMEONE WHO DID SOMETHING SIMILAR I THINK!
@leadwizard Your spell overfunctions again, and everything becomes more real. The surge in magic through you causes the disintegration to begin from where it left off, and you're feeling very warm.
The Presence gains corporiality. It's pool of shadow gains depth & acts like water. The sky looks down at you with an eye for every star. Your words float past your face.
@the-final-knight with this spell active the tendrils no longer disolve into mist and are instead made of flesh. One wraps around you and begins to squeeze. You cannot breath.
Then there's a moment of recognition, and you're released
*I gasp for air, being held too tight to plead for help*
After a moment, it seems like the tendril recognizes you, and you're let go.
*I fall to the ground gasping, I pat the tendril* h-hey...
*I am too busy recovering from whatever that was to fight the thing*
A- Are you alright?
“Nope…”
I use the final burst of magic I have to call… someone, ANYONE to help.
*I get off the ground and dust myself off, I try to help you up* you have a what's it called ... Mana potion or anything?
A tendril reaches out and gently touches you.
You are a bird with the wind beneath your wings. You're flying over a calm sea. Safe. You see a beach. You know this beach.
Then you return to your own body.
*I look around panicked, shaking a little* Wh-what was that...
@leadwizard calls and the Sorcerer answers
With a flash of light he appears before you.
“Salutations, ferromancer! To what do I owe the-“
“Oh, this again.”
The Sorcerer creates a magical sphere to enclose the presence
Nearby to this thing, you are once again flush with magical energy. This sphere is more perfect than any other.
Then the flow of magic from the Presence is cut off by the sphere, and Its shadow (tendrils included) dissapears.
The sphere is slowly growing.