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Chapter I - Act II: Games of Chance

Narrative: Action ModeThis could be a fight, a chase, or a tense moment of
negotiation.

Please limit dialogue to a sentence or three at most, remember that you only get one action a round, and that movement of more than a handful of feet counts as an action.

Sooth Deck: The Harvesting Spider

Effects: Effective level of all Red magic is raised by 1, or Sorcery cost reduced by 1. Effective level of all Blue magic is decreased by 1, or Sorcery cost increased by 1. Stoics receive a +1 to all Actions.

Divination: "As terrifying as this card appears, its meanings are more esoteric, but still significant. The always active spider signifies action. Act— immediately. Work—hard. Success can be had, but only as the result of action and toil. The Harvesting Spider is also a subtle hunter, and thus can suggest that stealth might be required in one’s endeavors."

Xanah took Aldrion's boots, and with some effort managed to start dragging his unconscious form further inside. She noted that as she did, the sanguine magic which encircled him followed. Twisting glyphs, red and dripping, that appeared in a circle around him and trailed behind like bloody footprints as she pulled. Yet as she moved him away, she saw the marks fading almost as quickly as they appeared, as if they were evaporating into nothing in the mid morning light. They only stayed strong when they were near Aldrion, as if his own blood was empowering them. Her eyes strained with the brightness coming through the massive open doors she moved away from, glancing at the Husk as it tried to fight its way back inside. Without her magic keeping it at bay, it was rushing in, flailing its appendages to try and beat back the Ravens which were ceaseless in their attacks. She was about to look away, to focus on the task at hand, when something else caught her attention. Something was out there, something beyond the swarming Unkindness. She saw it for only a second before it disappeared, standing just next to the conjured butterfly.

Aldrion was triumphant in his power, in his magic, even as he stood upon that strange Pale plane. He did not let the fear of the unknown cloud his mind, instead focusing on those things that could be controlled. He'd divined the nature of the entity they faced, understanding a measure of its power. He turned his own magic on it. The image of the city before him shifted, wavered, the howling of the wind in his ears becoming a howl of pain as he punched out with telekinetic force. Everything twisted....

Cold marble was on his back, something had his legs, and with it came the sensation of being dragged across the floor. Blearily, he looked down, or up he supposed, and saw Xanah was hauling him further inside. Looking away from her, arching his back and straining to see, he blinked blearily into the light of the open door behind him. Felicia stood there, resplendent and horrible in her twisted form, staring back at him. Then something caught her attention, and with a sickening crack her neck snapped about to focus on whatever it was she'd seen outside.

Shuistliel had eyes only for the Husk, rushing to meet it as it charged the open doors. As it passed through the threshold, the swarm of Ravens that had been assailing it from all sides was rebuffed, pushed back by whatever Sorcery had barred their entry in the first place. Up close, it was no more distinct than it had been from its nest. Vaguely humanoid, the only change was the scratches, rents, and tears that now covered its mist shrouded form. The Unkindness had done a number on the thing, and as it drew up close he could feel a seething energy emerging from it.

"I am the Lord of the Citadel!"

It hissed, its voice just barely audible over the roar of frustration emerging from a hundred clacking beaks, right before his magic struck it. To the others present, Shuistliel's Sorcery was an impossibly fast and precise thing. It was no raw surge of power, but instead a living, breathing spell that was unleashed into the Actuality with startling quickness. There was the sensation of a trap being sprung, of jaws long held open and ready suddenly snapping shut. The entity, the Husk, whatever it was? It reeled in response, soundlessly screeching. Refined magic surged along veins that moments before had been obscured, searing and burning before flaring out into nothing. Whatever its intent had been, the spellwork had disrupted it.

Mechanics

The Husk was technically Near to you and not Close, but I'm going to say it moved Closer to you and Shuistliel moved Closer to it, and let both of your actions resolve. Or I would have, had Shustliel not just stunned it for the round. It is currently:

• Close to Shustliel
• Close to Felicia
• Near to Aldrion
• Near to Xanah

Threads

• Go talk to the Unkindness
  • Talk with Magister Kuros about flight
    • Accept the Magister's bargain
  • Learn more about names from Magister Lui
  • Discover what has invaded the Nest
• Retrieve five Cordovin Stones from the Ruined Expanses Bleed

Chapter I - Act II: Games of Chance

Narrative: Action ModeThis could be a fight, a chase, or a tense moment of
negotiation.

Please limit dialogue to a sentence or three at most, remember that you only get one action a round, and that movement of more than a handful of feet counts as an action.

Sooth Deck: The Harvesting Spider

Effects: Effective level of all Red magic is raised by 1, or Sorcery cost reduced by 1. Effective level of all Blue magic is decreased by 1, or Sorcery cost increased by 1. Stoics receive a +1 to all Actions.

Divination: "As terrifying as this card appears, its meanings are more esoteric, but still significant. The always active spider signifies action. Act— immediately. Work—hard. Success can be had, but only as the result of action and toil. The Harvesting Spider is also a subtle hunter, and thus can suggest that stealth might be required in one’s endeavors."

Xanah took Aldrion's boots, and with some effort managed to start dragging his unconscious form further inside. She noted that as she did, the sanguine magic which encircled him followed. Twisting glyphs, red and dripping, that appeared like a bloody trail as she pulled. Yet as she moved him away, she saw the marks fading almost as quickly as they appeared, as if they were evaporating into nothing in the mid morning light. They only stayed strong when they were near Aldrion, as if his own blood was empowering them. Her eyes strained with the brightness coming through the massive open doors she moved away from, glancing at the Husk as it tried to fight its way back inside. Without her magic keeping it at bay, it was rushing in, flailing its appendages to try and beat back the Ravens which were ceaseless in their attacks. She was about to look away, to focus on the task at hand, when something else caught her attention. Something was out there, something beyond the swarming Unkindness. She saw it for only a second before it disappeared, standing just next to the conjured butterfly.

Aldrion was triumphant in his power, in his magic, even as he stood upon that strange Pale plane. He did not let the fear of the unknown cloud his mind, instead focusing on those things that could be controlled. He'd divined the nature of the entity they faced, understanding a measure of its power. He turned his own magic on it. The image of the city before him shifted, wavered, the howling of the wind in his ears becoming a howl of pain as he punched out with telekinetic force. Everything twisted....

Cold marble was on his back, something had his legs, and with it came the sensation of being dragged across the floor. Blearily, he looked down, or up he supposed, and saw Xanah was hauling him further inside. Looking away from her, arching his back and straining to see, he blinked blearily into the light of the open door behind him. Felicia stood there, resplendent and horrible in her twisted form, staring back at him. Then something caught her attention, and with a sickening crack her neck snapped about to focus on whatever it was she'd seen outside.

Shuistliel had eyes only for the Husk, rushing to meet it as it charged the open doors. As it passed through the threshold, the swarm of Ravens that had been assailing it from all sides was rebuffed, pushed back by whatever Sorcery had barred their entry in the first place. Up close, it was no more distinct than it had been from its nest. Vaguely humanoid, the only change was the scratches, rents, and tears that now covered its mist shrouded form. The Unkindness had done a number on the thing, and as it drew up close he could feel a seething energy emerging from it.

"I am the Lord of the Citadel!"

It hissed, its voice just barely audible over the roar of frustration emerging from a hundred clacking beaks, right before his magic struck it. To the others present, Shuistliel's Sorcery was an impossibly fast and precise thing. It was no raw surge of power, but instead a living, breathing spell that was unleashed into the Actuality with startling quickness. There was the sensation of a trap being sprung, of jaws long held open and ready suddenly snapping shut. The entity, the Husk, whatever it was? It reeled in response, soundlessly screeching. Refined magic surged along veins that moments before had been obscured, searing and burning before flaring out into nothing. Whatever its intent had been, the spellwork had disrupted it.

Mechanics

The Husk was technically Near to you and not Close, but I'm going to say it moved Closer to you and Shuistliel moved Closer to it, and let both of your actions resolve. Or I would have, had Shustliel not just stunned it for the round. It is currently:

• Close to Shustliel
• Close to Felicia
• Near to Aldrion
• Near to Xanah

Threads

• Go talk to the Unkindness
  • Talk with Magister Kuros about flight
    • Accept the Magister's bargain
  • Learn more about names from Magister Lui
  • Discover what has invaded the Nest
• Retrieve five Cordovin Stones from the Ruined Expanses Bleed

Chapter I - Act II: Games of Chance

Narrative: Action ModeThis could be a fight, a chase, or a tense moment of
negotiation.

Please limit dialogue to a sentence or three at most, remember that you only get one action a round, and that movement of more than a handful of feet counts as an action.

Sooth Deck: The Harvesting Spider

Effects: Effective level of all Red magic is raised by 1, or Sorcery cost reduced by 1. Effective level of all Blue magic is decreased by 1, or Sorcery cost increased by 1. Stoics receive a +1 to all Actions.

Divination: "As terrifying as this card appears, its meanings are more esoteric, but still significant. The always active spider signifies action. Act— immediately. Work—hard. Success can be had, but only as the result of action and toil. The Harvesting Spider is also a subtle hunter, and thus can suggest that stealth might be required in one’s endeavors."

Xanah took Aldrion's boots, and with some effort managed to start dragging his unconscious form inside. She noted that as she did, the sanguine magic which encircled him followed. Twisting glyphs, red and dripping, that appeared like a bloody trail as she pulled. Yet even as she moved him away, she saw the marks disappearing almost as quickly as they appeared, as if they were evaporating into nothing in the mid morning light. Her eyes strained with the brightness coming through the massive open door, glancing at the Husk try and stumble back through them. Without her magic keeping it at bay, it was rushing in, flailing its appendages to try and beat back the Ravens which were ceaseless in their attacks. She was about to look away, to focus on the task at hand, when something else caught her attention. Something was out there, something beyond the swarming Unkindness. She saw it for only a second before it disappeared, standing just next to the conjured butterfly.

Aldrion was triumphant in his power, in his magic, even as he stood upon that strange Pale plane. He did not let the fear of the unknown cloud his mind, instead focusing on those things that could be controlled. He'd divined the nature of the entity they faced, understanding a measure of its power. He turned his own magic on it. The image of the city before him shifted, wavered, the howling of the wind in his ears becoming a howl of pain as he punched out with telekinetic force. Everything twisted....

Cold marble was on his back, something had his legs, and with it came the sensation of being dragged across the floor. Blearily, he looked down, or up he supposed, and saw Xanah was hauling him further inside. Looking upward, arching his back and straining to see, he blinked blearily into the light of the open door behind him. Felicia stood there, resplendent and horrible in her twisted form, staring back at him. Then something caught her attention, and with a sickening crack her neck snapped about to focus on whatever it was she'd seen outside.

Shuistliel had eyes only for the Husk, rushing to meet it as it charged the open doors. As it passed through the threshold, the cloak of Ravens that had been assailing it from all sides was rebuffed, pushed back by whatever Sorcery had barred their entry in the first place. Up close, it was no more distinct than it had been from its nest. Vaguely humanoid, the only change was the scratches, rents, and tears that now covered its mist shrouded form. The Unkindness had done a number on the thing, and as it drew up close he could feel a seething energy emerging from it.

"I am the Lord of the Citadel!"

It hissed, it's voice just barely audible over the roar of frustration emerging from a hundred clacking beaks, right before his magic struck it. To the others present, Shuistliel's Sorcery was an impossibly fast and precise thing. It was no raw surge of power, but instead a living, breathing spell that was unleashed into the Actuality with startling quickness. There was the sensation of a trap being sprung, of jaws long held open and ready suddenly snapping shut. The entity, the Husk, whatever it was? It reeled in response, soundlessly screeching. Refined magic surged along veins that moments before had been obscured, searing and burning before flaring out into nothing.

Mechanics

The Husk was technically Near to you and not Close, but I'm going to say it moved Closer to you and Shuistliel moved Closer to it, and let both of your actions resolve. Or I would have, had Shustliel not just stunned it for the round. It is currently:

• Close to Shustliel
• Close to Felicia
• Near to Aldrion
• Near to Xanah

Threads

• Go talk to the Unkindness
  • Talk with Magister Kuros about flight
    • Accept the Magister's bargain
  • Learn more about names from Magister Lui
  • Discover what has invaded the Nest
• Retrieve five Cordovin Stones from the Ruined Expanses Bleed

Chapter I - Act II: Games of Chance

Narrative: Action ModeThis could be a fight, a chase, or a tense moment of
negotiation.

Please limit dialogue to a sentence or three at most, remember that you only get one action a round, and that movement of more than a handful of feet counts as an action.

Sooth Deck: The Harvesting Spider

Effects: Effective level of all Red magic is raised by 1, or Sorcery cost reduced by 1. Effective level of all Blue magic is decreased by 1, or Sorcery cost increased by 1. Stoics receive a +1 to all Actions.

Divination: "As terrifying as this card appears, its meanings are more esoteric, but still significant. The always active spider signifies action. Act— immediately. Work—hard. Success can be had, but only as the result of action and toil. The Harvesting Spider is also a subtle hunter, and thus can suggest that stealth might be required in one’s endeavors."

Xanah took Aldrion's boots, and with some effort managed to start dragging his unconscious form inside. She noted that as she did, the sanguine magic which encircled him followed. Twisting glyphs, red and dripping, that appeared like a bloody trail as she pulled. Yet even as she moved him away, she saw the marks disappearing almost as quickly as they appeared, as if they were evaporating into nothing in the mid morning light. Her eyes strained with the brightness coming through the massive open door, glancing at the Husk try and stumble back through them. Without her magic keeping it at bay, it was rushing in, flailing its appendages to try and beat back the Ravens which were ceaseless in their attacks. She was about to look away, to focus on the task at hand, when something else caught her attention. Something was out there, something beyond the swarming Unkindness. She saw it for only a second before it disappeared, standing just next to the conjured butterfly.

Aldrion was triumphant in his power, in his magic, even as he stood upon that strange Pale plane. He did not let the fear of the unknown cloud his mind, instead focusing on those things that could be controlled. He'd divined the nature of the entity they faced, understanding a measure of its power. He turned his own magic on it. The image of the city before him shifted, wavered, the howling of the wind in his ears becoming a howl of pain as he punched out with telekinetic force. Everything twisted....

Cold marble was on his back, something had his legs, and with it came the sensation of being dragged across the floor. Blearily, he looked down, or up he supposed, and saw Xanah was hauling him further inside. Looking upward, straining to see, he blinked blearily into the light of the open door. Felicia stood there, resplendent and horrible in her twisted form, staring back at him. Then something caught her attention, and with a sickening crack her neck snapped about to focus on whatever it was she'd seen outside.

Shuistliel had eyes only for the Husk, rushing to meet it as it charged the open doors. As it passed through the threshold, the cloak of Ravens that had been assailing it from all sides was rebuffed, pushed back by whatever Sorcery had barred their entry in the first place. Up close, it was no more distinct than it had been from its nest. Vaguely humanoid, the only change was the scratches, rents, and tears that now covered its mist shrouded form. The Unkindness had done a number on the thing, and as it drew up close he could feel a seething energy emerging from it.

"I am the Lord of the Citadel!"

It hissed, it's voice just barely audible over the roar of frustration emerging from a hundred clacking beaks, right before his magic struck it. To the others present, Shuistliel's Sorcery was an impossibly fast and precise thing. It was no raw surge of power, but instead a living, breathing spell that was unleashed into the Actuality with startling quickness. There was the sensation of a trap being sprung, of jaws long held open and ready suddenly snapping shut. The entity, the Husk, whatever it was? It reeled in response, soundlessly screeching. Refined magic surged along veins that moments before had been obscured, searing and burning before flaring out into nothing.

Mechanics

The Husk was technically Near to you and not Close, but I'm going to say it moved Closer to you and Shuistliel moved Closer to it, and let both of your actions resolve. Or I would have, had Shustliel not just stunned it for the round. It is currently:

• Close to Shustliel
• Close to Felicia
• Near to Aldrion
• Near to Xanah

Threads

• Go talk to the Unkindness
  • Talk with Magister Kuros about flight
    • Accept the Magister's bargain
  • Learn more about names from Magister Lui
  • Discover what has invaded the Nest
• Retrieve five Cordovin Stones from the Ruined Expanses Bleed