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Started by Anastasia, December 12, 2018, 12:57:47 PM

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Nephrite

"Very well. I cede the floor to the owner of the establishment." Moore says as he steps back and considers his options for a song and how to best display it... ...ah!


Ebiris

"I'm sure I'd be biased, allow me to summon two more judges," Alicia says to be fair.

Summon Monster IX SLA cast to summon a firre eladrin and a coatl.

Thus a rainbow serpent and an eladrin appear at her command! "Please view the performances of this pixie and this dragon and render your judgement as to which is superior," she asks of her summons.

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Alicia: 696/696
Active spells: Extended nondetection (CL 33, 65hrs), extended repelling shield (CL 33, 52m), keen edge (CL 32, 306m), sensual blessing (CL 32, 18m), vision of the omniscient eye (CL 32, 18m), greater heroism (CL 32, 18m), death ward (CL 32, 18m), extended ray deflection (CL 33, 52m), divine insight (CL 32, 32hrs), foresight (CL 32, 315m), dance of the unicorn (CL 32, 27m), recitation (CL 32, 1m), greater visage of the deity (CL 32, 1m), ghost touch weapon (CL 32, 27m), many moments of prescience (CL 32, 32 hrs)
Defences: AC 79 (touch 40), CMD 109 spell resistance 47, status immunity (dazzled, blinding, polymorph, petrification, disease, poison, stunning, sleep, paralysis, death effects, disintegration, energy drain, ability damage, ability drain, mind-affecting, and fear), energy immunity (fire, cold, negative energy), energy resist 10 (acid), nondetection (DC 48), ray deflection
Stat buffs/penalties: +9 shield AC, 17-20 crit range, +25 competence perception, +10 insight perception, +4 morale skills/saves, +2 insight AC/reflex, +3 luck attack/saves, +1 natural armour, +4 str, +2 dex, +4 con, +2 int, +4 wis, +4 cha, +18 morale attack/damage
Perceptions: Darkvision 2 miles, scent, low-light vision, tremorsense/blindsight 2 miles, arcane sight, perception +88
Sorcerer spell slots: 6/16/16/13/6/9/14/6/6/7/7/2/6/2
Duskblade spell slots: 6/22/21/20/7/7
Quick-casts left: 2

Corwin

"Does either of you need accompaniment?" Seira inquires.
<Steph> I might have made a terrible mistake

Anastasia

"Yes," The firre agrees, as the dragon shakes his head.

"Sir Moore, you are the guest. You are welcome to perform first."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore smiles at Seira. "I can manage myself with a few tricks." He says as he moves forward.

He clears his throat. "I'll be using some magic both to make this sound better as well as for thematic purpose. Before I begin, I just want to make sure that's acceptable." Moore says.

Anastasia

"By all means!" Your host declares, "Show me your best." He smiles even wider, "Impress me."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

#501
Moore takes in a breath as he stretches and casts a few spells around himself and on himself first, a small whisper heard in the room of a word -- "despair," before the room plunges into total darkness!

Moore is casting Divine Insight on himself first, he has Greater Improv already.

After that, he's going to cast Sculpt Sound on several floor tiles around him. They are all going to simply whisper 'Despair' every few seconds.


"Shadows loom on the horizon. A time of darkness is approaching." Moore sings quietly -- a cold tone, dark and forboding.

"The light of dawn has faded -- only darkness remains to cover the world. It is then all music is that of despair. Of hopelessness. There is no more future, it is only darkness." He continues. His tone stays dark.

"What is there to do? Pray for salvation? Wish for a Miracle?" He sings, a tinge of something in his voice. "No, one must always look inwards, into their soul, to fight the light of hope."

10% illumination.

"Hope can never be be lost forever. Hope carries with us in the worst and best of times. It is always with us, with our friends, with our allies." His voice begins to take on a new tone, a new melody. It is tinged with that same light that all of them carry in their souls.

20% illumination.

"Those who side with Hope, those who believe in the limitless potential of hope can see through any darkness, can survive any challenge, can overcome and obstacle." His voice continues to add more and more melodic rhythm into it. His voice carries across the room, now beginning to drown out the sounds of the stones on the floor.

30% illumination.

"In worlds where hopelessness exists, hope still remains. Inside people who have lost their hope, there must be those who give them reason to find it again." He lets his melody settle for a moment, as the sounds of the despairing stones can still be heard through the silence.

40% illumination

"Hope is the light, the beacon of the lost. But Hope does not stand alone against Despair." It doesn't last long, however, as he continues into a moment, where his voice raises, raises and raises, as it drowns out the stones completely now.

50%

"Hope, Salvation, Redemption, Duty, Perseverance, Community. These words all embody different pieces in a puzzle against Despair. They each bring those around them together into a cause. A cause of righteousness against the darkness. A cause to strive for a better future for all, not just one. One along can stand against the darkness, but..." His voice carries all of the weight of the world, as he misses not even a single beat. No longer can the despairing stones be heard easily, as his voice, the Song of Hope for the Hopeless reaches its final moment.

100%

"But unbreakable are the bonds of hope that hope for a brighter future!" Moore shouts as he gestures!

Sculpt Sound on the stones again.

All the tiles suddenly shout "HOPE!" once, before going silent.


I wasn't sure whether you'd want me to do the check before or after, but I just opted to post the song first anyway.

Anastasia

Go ahead and give me the check with a +10 bonus.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Okay. In that case, Moore is going to be boring and take 10 for 133.

Ebiris

Alicia keeps her expression inscrutable so as not to prejudice her summoned judges.

Still...

Is it just her or do the lyrics not rhyme?

Anastasia

The rainbow serpent hisses along with it, soft and quiet. "I approve," he says, as Antenora claps after, along with Jetina and Amaryl.

"No rhyming?" Amaryl asks after, "There's some elven verse and poetry that de emphasizes rhyming, did you draw from that?"

The firre listens and nods, "I like the message," he says, "Is this original? I've not heard it before."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I find that rhyming can sometimes cheapen the message of the whole and make you focus too much on individual parts." Moore says with a nod to Amaryl. "It's a personal preference of mine when doing prose or anything like that." A smile afterwards and a small bow to everyone.

Corwin

Seira patiently awaits the dragon's turn!
<Steph> I might have made a terrible mistake

Anastasia

"Well spoken," The dragon concurs, bowing his head a moment before smiling, "I prefer to sing of freedom, of the open skies. I hope you find this pleasing." Stepping back, the dragon sings.

It is like listening to the wind, words of the language of air elementals wooshing throughout the room. It is a song of the freedom of the four winds, blowing without restraint, unburdened by the world below. It is a beautiful song, a song of satisfaction and yearning. You can feel your feet begin to drift free of the ground, lifting up off from gravity's bonds. Sweet, fresh and warm winds begin to blow about the room, bringing the scents of spring, of growth and flowers, of a promise of another warm summer.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Ebiris

Alicia feels quite moved by the dragon's song, a creature who surely yearns to fly on open skies but for so long has been cooped up in this solitary room. But she doesn't react in any way to bias her summoned judges!