@Jawneh - As you rend chunks from the ethereal assailants, you begin to sense a presence building in the electrical energy crackling through the air. Your every move through this ghostly battle feels charged, the air thick with the scent of ozone. As you bite through the last whirlwind-borne ghost, a bolt of lightning strikes so powerfully that an eruption of dirt bursts from the impact point, the soil immediately turning to crystallized glass from the intense heat.
The battleaxe you grip, Junaar Kriid, grows immensely hot in your hands, and the dragon wing blades begin to unfurl slightly as a glow creeps through the black metal. The energy it gathers seems almost alive, pulsating with a fierce rhythm that matches the storm's fury.
With another deafening crack, the lightning splits the sky into two large wings, revealing the dormant energy of Sylthorion, the blue dragon. Its form, made entirely of lightning, opens a vast maw and lunges down from the sky towards you. You feel the paralyzing bite of its electrical teeth touch your flesh, and a shock of immense power courses through your body.
Overwhelmed by the force, you black out, your last sight the blinding light of the dragon's attack.
Moments later, you come to, lying on the ground amid the storm. The rain continues to pour, each drop hissing as it contacts the still-sizzling blade of Junaar Kriid. Slowly, you rise to your feet, the weight of the axe now different, as if it's been forever changed by the dragon's electrical essence. You lift the awakened weapon above your head, feeling its power surge through you, a wild and untamable force that demands to be wielded.
The storm seems to respond to your presence, the winds swirling around you as if recognizing a newfound force among them. You look around, the clearing now a landscape of shattered trees and glassy soil, a testament to the battle's ferocity. With Junaar Kriid in hand, you are ready to face whatever comes next, be it friend or foe, with a weapon not just borne of battle, but also of the storm itself and the mythical power it carried.
@Smacktard - As you finish your song, the rain outside seems to sigh in resonance with your verse. The melancholy melody of your lute combines with the natural rhythm of the storm, wrapping you in a cloak of reflective solitude. Owlybeary, your accidental companion in this secluded spot, hoots softly from behind, adding a comforting, if somewhat somber, note to the ensemble. The music of the rain and the chords from your lute lull you into a deep sleep, your last thoughts fading into the soothing embrace of nature's lullaby.
You awaken abruptly as a loud crash of thunder reverberates through the air, echoing off the harp-like shield propped nearby like the beat of war drums. Startled but unharmed, you scramble to your feet, picking up the shield. It trills ever so faintly as you move it through the air, a lingering testament to its enchanted nature.
Looking around, you find the nest empty; Owlybeary has departed while you slept, likely drawn back into the wild by instincts or necessities unknown. Alone once more, you step out into the rain and instinctively raise the shield above your head. To your surprise and relief, the rain glances off its surface, creating an impromptu umbrella that shields you from the downpour.
Standing there, with the rain pattering against the magical shield and the echoes of your lute song still dancing in your mind, you contemplate your next move. You could follow the path Aims took, plunging deeper into the forest in search of action and answers, or you could return to Dragon's Rest, perhaps to regroup and reassess. The choice weighs heavily on you, as each step away from the nest feels like a step further into uncertainty.
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With the shield hoisted like a banner against the storm, you make your decision, setting off with a determined stride. The forest awaits, with its hidden paths and unseen dangers, but armed with your music and your newfound protection, you feel ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
@Jon - You arrive at the temple only to find the open-air structure empty. Of course, Runara had left to search for the kobolds, as had Moonsprout and Aims. You contemplate searching for them, but you quickly turn your mind back to your immediate need for holy water.
You search around the temple area, hoping to find bottles that Runara may have stored and blessed, but you find nothing. The place, though serene, offers no immediate solutions to your quest. As you're about to give up and turn away from the temple, a peculiar sight catches your eye.
At the foot of the statue of Bahamut, water is pooling in a puddle. The rain has been steady, but this puddle seems unaffected by the runoff, as if it's being fed from a source beneath the statue itself. Something calls to you through the storm, a faint but persistent pull that you can't ignore. In the candle-absent darkness of the temple, the puddle begins to glow ever so faintly.
Drawn by this mystical sight, you step closer. The soft, radiant light emanating from the water seems almost divine, an ethereal beacon in the gloomy shadows of the temple. Tentatively, you extend your hand towards the glowing water, feeling a surge of energy that suggests this is no ordinary puddle—it may just be the holy water you need, blessed not by a cleric, but by the divine presence of Bahamut himself.
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@A Loccal Hoo &
@Nae'blis -
*waves hands magically*
. Due to Zesty's chronofuckering, whatever the time requirements on your attunement, they're resolved as of present.
It's nighttime, around 10pm, and dark out.))
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