The Grey Dust

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Forest North of Salarn Now with Undead.
Interacting with: The Noises

Enough noise to wake the dead. No that was a rather poor choice of words, or was it most appropriate? What incantations and rites would you need to summon forth that which was dead? What befouling magics divine or arcane or otherworldly could restore the semblance of life back into a body, and twist it so? But was it necromancy? True necromancy? Or did the source fail to entrap the soul? The bind that which fueled the spirit, to create a thinking creature, capable and competent beyond the shambling mass of bones and flesh so many mindless minions had? For changing the state of death was merely the beginning. Any fool or cultist could open a book and perform a dark rite, bargain with forces beyond their control to bring back the dead. Yet a true master could rip through the veil and shroud, breaching the other side to grab forth a strand of consciousness, of being of life. Else it was merely string and bones, puppets who were strung and animated by a puppet master. So do tell, what noise did wake the dead?

Thomas... Wake up. Wake up, Thomas. Wake up... Wake up. Wake up, wake up wake up.
Wake up and hear the screams of the girl you...

"Uh...?" Rubbing his eyes, Thomas awoke, to the sounds of a horse, an manly battlecry, and a girl. Not particularly in that order. Although he's been around horses long enough to know the cry of such an animal, and had seen enough stereotypical meatheads decide to announce their intent to attack with some sort of rallying screaming. What he didn't expect see however was the blur of green that was Ntaj, running towards something guns ablazing. Well not guns per say but weapons ready. Sana and Kyra getting to the fray as well, as the boy blinked a few times and shook his head as he swore he saw much more of Ntaj than usual. And this had to be a dream if it were not for Satilla who was screaming her voice into a mate for Epona (hoarse). Also the shambling group of bones which seemed to be approaching them suggested this was either a deluded fantasy fantasy of Thomas' weirdness,

Or worse, they are being attacked. By the undead. Too close to the orcs. In the middle of the night. How many spells did He have? 2? 3? No more than five maybe, but it was not the time to even begin spellcasting. First Thomas had to get himself oriented and steady, and it was not quite sunrise yet. Thomas really ought to learn how to perform the alarm rituals to prevent things like this from happening.

"Ugh, I'm up, I'm up..." Or at least trying as his legs unfolded themselves, but the fog of sleep was still low across his eyes. His senses still dulled as he shook his head and massaged his temples. Time to do some spellcasting... In a little while at least...

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

My current understanding of the situation.

And how we are prepared?

Lords of Creation: Children of the Flash (always open)

Going out on a limb here and assuming this thread is dead due to lack of GM activity?

@Sypherkhode822@Marquise@Fubsy@FoxFire

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

There we go, I hope it was less of a throw away post and more entertaining with all the old references thrown in :)

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Forest North of Salarn.
Interacting with: No one

As the moon reflects the sun,
Usher in the tides that come,
Powers that do wax and wane,
Your cycle rises again.

Shamballa. How does your light shine in the halls of Shamballa. What colours revealed in your enlightenment? Have you reached your inner nirvana yet? Or do you simply reek of teen spirit instead? What depth of understanding do you have to these meaningless concepts? Abstractions of formless words, and visions of wordless forms. Within your eyes wide shut, open your eyes and see. And there you will contemplate if this is the real life, or merely a fantasy as they easily come and go. There you shall straddle yourself the fine line, up on the tightwire, where one side is ice and the other is fire. Awaken to be consumed by the brightness of the flames, or slumber into the chill of frost. How long will you last? Or maybe you're just too blind to see? There the bright blessed day, and the dark sacred night entwine around you to become your cloak and robe. Swirling Colours of the rainbow paint the sky in maddening ecstasy. And perhaps you would whisper to yourself in dark delirium: what a wonderful world.

So what music to accompany this cosmic mandala? Throat singing? Orations? To what tune does the universe dance to but those of a blind idiot who proclaims himself a god? The rhythms of eternity with your heart beats, the cycle of breaths in and out drawing your body closer to the astral plane. What comfort was there to sit like this? But with every breath drawn in more and more of the sand is developed. Sand which soothes and harmonizes the world. Sand that sprinkled over by the sand men, into the eyes of a weary dreamer. To sleep and perchance then to dream. Now meditation turns into slumber where the mind shall rest as the soul escapes.

But enough mysticism, Thomas was no guru or yogi, in all honesty one can only keep one's eyes closed and breathing regulated for so long before you just tend to nod off. And away to be taken by the Queen. Mab of course, unless the sorcerer was expected to slump over from his meditative position and bite the dust. Then there would be a different sort of Queen.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Can do :)

Its so easy to fall asleep during meditation <_>

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I'll try and get something in. Not sure how exactly to post without it being too much of a throwaway line <_>

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I'll have Thomas Take 6th.
I wouldn't imagine Keystone waking Thomas up for his watch to go well x3

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Forest North of Salarn.
Interacting with: Keystone

Bury the hatchet,
May the dead rest in pieces.
Bloody blade and all.

A sock? No, a worn down beaten piece of rag. Confusing Thomas as to what exactly was it that Keystone presented. Just before Thomas got into the swing of things and focusing on his mantra, it seemed there was one last parting gift the ruffian chef had for him. And whatever it truly was intended to be for Thomas did have his suspicions as it seemed completely unlike the man to be giving out things he sentimented over. After all he did chase after his supplies when the wagon started to run like a loon. And the way he polished his cookware with an amount of ritual suggested otherwise. Thus the notion of giving Thomas such an object was either spiteful or apologetic. Either way, it seemed Thomas had no choice but to accept the strange paraphernalia.

"Err... Thanks." Taking the object presented somewhat regrettably, probably considering to wash his hands in aqua vitae immediately following the action, Thomas fuddle with his own pack and decided to place the worn piece of fabric into an alchemical jar. And With that he returned, or rather began his meditation with the nice mediation pillow tucked beneath his buttocks as he closed his eyes to refocus his vision on the void. The stars and moon above perhaps to channel their radiances upon his form. Or not, and let the void take him deeper into the darkness. Into the void, deeper and deeper. Until perhaps sleep may blossom from meditation.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Well unfortunately 2 of my patients are coming in late and I'm going to have to take care of them. I might have to delay posting until tomorrow morn.