scionofsong.bsky.social
Give grace to curiosity.
ยป Fey-blooded Tiefling
ยป Harmonious Knight and Favored Soul of Milil
ยป Wandering, searching
ยป Any pronouns
DnDRP, MVRP| 3.5e ruleset | written by bardlockcafe
art by offbeatworlds
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"My own resources for such a ritual are long since tapped. I know [how] to Raise someone who has passed, but I lack the diamonds to do so. After all that, I'd feel... sort of bad asking him to pay."
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"Do you suppose we could make do with two? I can reach fair heights of healing, but I may not be familiar with the origin of that magic. Your casting was... odd."
[Religion DC 20: 19]
They nod to the Hellbred - but see only a strange sort of their own people.
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reminding the crusader just how much time he has left, asking to speak soon, then leaving him to his reunion to examine the spoils. They select an amulet and look over it with a curious eye; it appears to be attuned to grant a healer a measure of health in turn.
They silently thank its prior owner.
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But they made it. They have the means to help the only fallen soul among them - and found another besides.
The chuckle that leaves them is dazed, breathless, and exhausted,
but oh, what a beautiful tale this victory will make.
Eventually, they make their way to the center of the field -
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And then the shockwave strikes them. They aren't native or practiced in flight, and it throws them back into the nearest building, knocking the wind from them as they sink down to the ground below.
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of healing before the wave strikes, unsure of how hard it might hit. It offers a moment of respite - and resets the tanks' broken bones.
[Mass Cure Serious Wounds: 49 HP each, one use Healer's Luck]
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Perhaps there were only so many curses a dragon could hold before the armor cracked. They certainly didn't expect a [woman] to emerge - odd that the wizard had neglected to mention [that], but they return to themselves just as the final crack rings out.
Energy builds, and they manage one last burst
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as the force their will upon it - even if it drains them to manage it.
[Greater Bestow Curse:
Reduce Constitution score to 1
DC: 38]
[Alter Fortune: Immediate action, force reroll of last die rolled. Cost: 200 XP]
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๐๐๐๐ค-๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ค-๐๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐. ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ-๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ.
๐๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐, ๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฆ.
They Bestow Greater Curse upon the dragon with these cutting words, readying another surge of luck
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A glow of divine light overtakes them, and when they speak, it is not the mild-mannered healer, but the sharp-tongued wit of divinity that speaks:
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They chant until they find the right position, watching the brutal attack below but trusting in their plan and in their god. As the prayer ends, they call upon their Surge of Fortune.
The bardic dance, the tweak of luck, the fervor of their poetic chant satisfy the Guardian of Troubadours.
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The bard's power raises their hopes; with a little bit of fortune, they might just make this work.
They get a running start and speak a brief incantation. Wings burst from their Griffonfeather armor and drive firmly towards the snow below to bear them nearer to the heavens, circling the dragon.
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[6 Cold damage, 2 Holy damage]
They grunt and stumble, but the spell takes hold. The song of war plays on.
"Bard - would you give me a bit of that? I have a thought! Wizard, be ready!"
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The Ring of Mystic Healing on their finger glows with untapped power, and they drain every bit as they begin their prayer, boosting the healing they offer.
[Mass Cure Serious: 58 HP to all allies and Gil]
The claw comes down upon them; the Aura of Cold spikes out into the offending limb in return.
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the dragon's ire. He's flagging again.
They have an idea brewing, potentially offering the break they need to shatter this threat. Once they've got their bearings, they realize that the familiar trees around the battlefield are indeed the forests of Cormyr; they'll have to act swiftly now.
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Decisions, decisions, all of them stressful. The flames wash over them, shielded as they are by Milil's favor, but sinks into their allies. Beside her, the wizard begins to flag. To their rear, the bard falters, even as she pushes through the flames of battle.
And the crusader takes the brunt of
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"I mean, with the whole... well.
Your eyes look lovely in this lighting!"
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"Well. In that campsite now, where you found me. Questions later? Your cloak is on fire."
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"Though...this looks a lot more like home than that tundra....."
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||a dragon need not justify himself
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resigned rhythm to their words. This isn't the first time they've offered the answer.
And like as not, it won't be the last.
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They have to wonder if the person before them is part giant.
But reality resettles quickly enough, and Ellia's eyes flick back towards the ground before meeting their gaze properly.
"...He is a member of my party, and dear to me. We lost him late last spring in these woods."
There's a practiced,
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They slip out of the saddle as the warrior stands, and it's just the right timing that when they look up from the ground... their chin just keeps rising.
Oh. Goodness.
"Oh, um. That is... alright."
Their disappointment is tempered a little, both by time and by their surprise at such a figure.
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the moonlight he bears.
[Heal (Augmented, +2 HP per spell level): 162 HP]
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First, they must land their Reach Spell. [Divine Metamagic: Reach. Touch AC 23: 23]
Their spell leaves their hand; threading the needle to ensure it doesn't strike the massive dragon he battles is a feat in itself; when Heal strikes Lazarus's chest, an overwhelming golden glow joins
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They each call upon their metamagic, and Ellia reaches for the divine power that often accompanies theirs.
Udo and Lazarus do a fine job of drawing the dragon's ire, but there's a fair chance this angers Sundrinker enough to target Ellia.
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Battle shifts around a healer dancing through the rhythm of battle. They breathe a little easier when Ahora falls back, though not so far that they cannot reach her if she's struck again. Now she and Esra stand side-by-side, chanting in turn: Esra with arcane prowess, Ellia with prayer.
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She blinks at her card. Just going down the line, now apparently - it's a jack of hearts, now.
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"Well, I suppose it helps that if you keep all of that [in] the body, you don't have to see how much worse it looks [out] of the body."
They pass their card over and draw, and add, "It was... always something I took to, I suppose. It just felt natural to chase that aptitude."
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"Oh!
...Do I look that tired?"
They laugh, but don't deny it. "I hope you have a relaxing evening as well."
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"Exactly. If you don't take the time, the body will demand it."
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They reveal a king of diamonds and a wistful smile. "Almost feels like a waste." They take the cards and draw another. Queen of hearts - quite a pair.
"Magic, absolutely. I eventually learned the trade of a medic, of course, otherwise it's that much harder to know what spells are needed."
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"Aces high or low?"
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"Well now, that sounds familiar."
Their mouth tugs unwillingly into a smile.
"Picked up healing like my mentor had never seen before, but it made it harder to learn the process. Draw?"
Their hand rests on the top card.
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a short beard, moderately armored with a scar on his right cheek?"
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but she pats at his neck soothingly.
He looks like he's about to roll in midair next time they're in flight together.
The Tiefling is reluctant to share their troubles with a stranger, but they'll venture, "Have you seen a human man around lately, near my height, with long blonde hair,
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"Truth be told, I didn't have the best look when I landed. I just... I saw something unusual, and I hoped.
Someone has been missing for some months. I keep patrolling, hoping to find him, yet even Apollo can't find trace of him."
The griffon seems to take umbrage with this statement,
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"It's about time. Wounds, I can heal. The stress of daily life isn't something that can be tended to so easily."
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"I think it's just that sort of a day. Too sunny and I can't keep my eyes open."
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For just a moment, ill-advised hope sparks in their heart, but when the griffon they ride lands, running to a stop not far from the stranger, their disappointment couldn't be clearer. Worse yet, they've intruded.
"Shit. Sorry, I thought you might be...
I was mistaken."