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Started by Anastasia, February 17, 2020, 10:36:24 PM

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Nephrite

"It's not quite the same, but I don't think it's that different either." Moore says.

He considers for a moment, he was able to make light here earlier, hm...

"A path forward, to our destination." Moore says, attempting to will a road in this place into being! One that goes forward.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+61 : 8 + 61, total 69[/blockquote] Charisma

If it isn't clear, he's... just trying to mix his divine power with Words of Creation for some sort of literal road to where they need to go.

Anastasia

You feel a small shudder in you, but far less than it was as a mortal. You endure the stab of pain as a road forms before you, of paved stone and that leads the way ahead.

70 damage.
<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

Does that sort of damage go through Divine Shield?

"Let's follow it and see where it goes." Moore says as he proceeds along this road!

Anastasia

Yes. Self inflicted damage, as it were.

Cresiel follows while Jetina merely asks, "Do you need healing?"
<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 will be all right." Moore says with a smile. "My music seems to to do the same thing your spells do and has a lingering effect of healing now."

Moore continues on, curious where this path will lead them, though he has hope it will lead them where they need to go!

Anastasia

You walk the path - and suddenly ahead is a raging river. Waters roar ahead, stopping your path cold, intersecting it. It continues beyond it.
<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

"This is rather interesting, isn't it?" Moore asks as he goes to see if he can tentatively just fly over this river!

Anastasia

You try and yet the river and path rise as you fly, matching your movements.
<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

"Oh, I get it." Moore says.

He ponders a moment, if he put a wall there it would just fall over, but maybe...?

"A bridge to raise the water!" he shouts, attempting to simply put a raised piece of  stone going along the raging river to allow it to rise up so they could simply pass underneath the bow raised section of the water!

Let me know if my mental image of how this would work isn't clear.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+46 : 17 + 46, total 63[/blockquote]
Charisma

Anastasia

So basically like an arch the waters will flow up and then down, which makes a space to go under it safely?
<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


Anastasia

This isn't hard, your new nature and alter reality enough to do it with a minimum of pain. The waters rise up, as expected.

20 damage.
<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 will proceed onward!

Just for upkeep purposes, the fast healing from his songs will top him off.

Anastasia

Thus you walk. As you continue on?

Beware, another has come to be tested.
<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 blinks.

How could anyone else manage to get here...?

"Thank you." Moore says.

He turns to the others. "There's only one other group that I think could manage it... this may be problematic."