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It doesn't work super well on the forums, unfortunately, but we're trying!
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Fantastic. Your party seems like it has a lot of great stories... shameless plug for my own thread: I always want to hear what other people are up to in their campaigns . -
Aln couldn't help but smile at Folorian's enthusiasm. She wasn't particularly optimistically inclined herself, and Pel's somber reproach usually didn't lift her spirits much. "I hope it is," she said. She paused as Zaria suddenly jumped up and ran off - responding to something Aln couldn't hear, no doubt. As there didn't appear to be immediate danger to herself, Aln continued, "I had been planning to try and power through and figure this out as fast as I can, but you're probably right; a solid night's sleep would do me a world of good. As for stormlight, I still have plenty of dun spheres from the Guild's treasury. We can exchange them at a discount for infused ones, I'm sure."
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Welcome! Which books have you read?
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Yes? I suppose it's not super obvious with the clothing and the angle of the screenshot, but the figure is female.
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I was bored, so I made a minifigure of my character in HeroForge. I figured I might as well post it here.
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"That might be helpful, thank you," she replied distractedly, giving a nod in Zaria's direction to indicate to Folorian who she was responding to. "But... Folorian, I'm not learning how to fight. Using my abilities to hurt other people, even with good cause? It just doesn't feel right. Maybe it's foolish idealism to think I can solve all my problems without violence, but there's usually another way, if you look hard enough." Aln looked around. Everyone else on the scene was distracted by the fire. Only Folorian and Zaria appeared to be in earshot. She decided to risk it. "There's another reason I ran. There's something we need to figure out, and if my hunch is right, it might be even more important than reclaiming the guild. I can remember things that never happened. Not just a few confused recollections, either - I have memories of an entire life, different from this one. It's like an alternate reality." She looked around again. "The memories contain things that make me think they're more than hallucinations - predictions of things I couldn't have known, information I never learned. And mythology come to life. It might be the reason the guild was attacked. I'm sorry to put you in danger by telling you, but I need your help."
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"Oh, fascinating. The barkeep didn't give any information, just the promise of information. There isn't a reason that telling us of unusual monsters would be dangerous, would it?"
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Kodwola leans in. "Aha! Yes, I am obviously delighted to be of service. Does your problem have to do with the barkeeper's unrevealed plight?"
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"I don't know. I don't think he was there, but other people were... I don't know if any of them are okay..." She fell silent for a moment. "I ran away. Pel thinks I shouldn't have, but what could I have done? I don't know how to fight. I'm just a scholar."
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"A fight broke out at the festival, remember? There was that armored car and a bunch of Radiants, and it ended with a building on fire. Plus, there's -" she broke off, looking at Zaria, then continued, "that thing that I still need to talk to you about." Aln sighed again, grateful for Folorian's presence. Even if everything was going to pieces around her, at least she still had a friend.
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"I left my home for no less than a divine call to action! Of course, the specific message of the celestial apparition was unfortunately rather nebulous, so I ended up wandering to this town rather arbitrarily in the hopes that something interesting would turn up. Has anyone here been, say, praying to the Unnamed Goddess for aid?"
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Aln gratefully inhaled the stormlight Folorian had given her, feeling the heat and pain of the flames recede. The man beneath the beam blearily opened his eyes, and Aln grabbed his arm, helping him to his feet. The two of them carefully navigated through the rest of the building, Pel guiding the way. Coughing as she stumbled into the sunlight, she was relieved to see hospital workers arriving on the scene. They'd hopefully take care of anyone else trapped in the building. She spotted a medic staring in confusion at the tree in the midst of the wreckage, and handed care of the injured man over to her. The stormlight helped stave off ohysical exhaustion, but it did nothing for Aln's mental state as she looked around for Folorian. Too much was happening at once. Far too much. Finally she saw him, talking to a young woman on the ground, and she headed over to join them. In lieu of a greeting, she dropped to the grass beside him with the words, "What is wrong with this city, Folorian? We can't go two days without three separate buildings blowing up or being attacked." She looked at his conversational companion and dialed back her exasperation. "Ah, hello there. I'm Aln, leader of the Scholar's Guild." @mathiau @Random Bystander
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I roll a perception check to try to see what he's concealing. 16.
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Wola pulls over a bar stool to put herself at the same height as the rest of the group. "Mutual question answering is my favorite form of social interaction; what a fantastic idea. Might I begin by requesting an introduction from everyone? Using names is far more convenient than the alternative." If we're rolling charisma checks, Kodwola got a... -1 (nat 1 -2). How wonderful.
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I actually had the same as idea as the OP, myself. Adolin as champion seems like exactly the sort of heartbreaking move that Brandon would pull. Obviously, Adolin is a good guy, but there've been a few seeds planted (killing Sadeas, jealously of Radiants, etc.) that a clever Odium could exploit. I don't see him willingly joining Odium, but he could be tricked into doing so. And what a decision that would be for Dalinar. T already knows that he has trouble with utilitarian ethics, after all. Do I think it's inevitable? No. Do I think it's possible? Absolutely.
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I don't understand what the argument about dragon legs is all about. Isn't it obvious that they have three?
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I'm with the OP - I'd want Invention for sure. It seems like the Shard that you'd be able to do the coolest things with, wouldn't you say?
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Wola looks around at the sudden crush of people near the door, focusing on the two adventurers who had stopped them. "Greetings to you, Mr. Eben and Ms. Caira. You are the rangers of whom the barkeep spoke, yes? I am, as Mr. Usavi has already informed you, Wola Bluntsbane of the Huntshall mountains. There is some kind of problem in the area, yes? That is why the barkeep was passing discreet notes, and why you wish to question us?" @Negative_Null
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Folorian can't use Transformation ... right. Yes, of course. I knew that. Aln put a sooty hand to her head, feeling that same shiver of panic from before. Her memories were twisting together, eroding, changing. How much of what she knew was really true? Focus. With her healing, the man's injuries were minimal, now. At the very least, he wouldn't die immediately. He stirred feebly, moving towards consciousness, and another beam collapsed close by. Aln looked around desperately. She could see no allies through the haze of smoke. Neither Illumination nor Progression could dissolve wood. She was useless. Wait...Progression. A thought tickled the back of her mind, a memory of an experiment she had performed. She'd been studying how efficiently different species of plant grew when affected by Progression. Ever since, she'd kept a few seeds on her person, in case an opportunity arose to continue measurements. Excitement rising, she dug in a pocket, and emerged with exactly what she had hoped - a maple seed. Do I have enough stormlight? she asked herself, frantically doing mental calculations. With the size of that beam, I'll need at least 30 years of growth. She finished the math and grew still, staring at the spheres in her hand. Yes, she had enough. But it would take all she had, leaving her with no Stormlight in the midst of a fire. I have to do it, don't I? she asked Pel, looking at the man. The spren was silent for a long moment. "...I think it's important to help him. But-" Just tell Folorian that I'll need some of his stormlight. Before she could talk herself out of it, Aln ran forward and shoved the seed into the ashy soil beneath the beam. Praying that her calculations were correct, she began to channel stormlight. Slowly, leaves and branches began to emerge, pushing upwards. As Aln's last bit of light flickered out, she collapsed backward, staring at her creation. In the midst of a flaming building now stood a fully-grown maple tree, its branches holding the fallen girder aloft.
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A cryptic appeared in the corner of Aln's vision, and she sighed in relief. Folorian was nearby, then. In the heat of the moment (literally), she'd forgotten that Folorian's curse wouldn't allow him to hear her. But he was on top of it, as usual. Pel, she sent, tell Folorian I've got a pinned man and could use some Soulcasting. She said the same thing aloud for good measure, glancing at Kerr.
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Aln pulled up short, taking in the wreckage. The building had nearly completely collapsed, and she could make out prone bodies lying in the wreckage. What is wrong with this storming city? she thought angrily. Can an hour not go by without something being attacked or blowing up? "Folorian," she called, inhaling stormlight, "You're stronger than I. Could you help me extract these people so I can use Progression?" She ran into the flames without waiting for a response, her Truthwatcher powers instantly healing the burns. Inside, a man lay pinned by a fallen beam, obviously too heavy for her to move. "Have you got enough stormlight for a soulcasting?" she called. Her eyes stung from the smoke, and she began to apply progression to the fallen man. Pel, she said, watch out for Folorian, and tell me if he tries to say anything. Then she turned back to the matter at hand. @mathiau
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Aln stood, torn, as the others began to scatter, running towards what had apparently been a distant explosion. No, she thought desperately. Not now. But there was no denying the reality of it. She was just about to suggest staying clear of whatever had caused that when Folorian spoke up. Well, that settled things. She could hardly let Folorian down. Stifling a curse, she shoved a hand into a pocket and drew out a handful of spheres, most still it. "I've only got this. I suggest saving it for potential wounded." And, handing him half, she started running with the others. She could feel Pel projecting approval across his bond, but somehow that just frustrated her more. I don't have time for this! The Guild is occupied, and I've got mysteries coming out my ears! I should turn back and work this out. But she didn't slacken her pace.
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