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Pic notices this and walks over, pocketing the crystal rod. “To the med wing again! I’ll help you carry her.”
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Pic hums the note that he was humming before, and a hint of the song filled the room. Pic looked at the Oath Rod, curious. “It seems happy to be released from the crystal. Oh! Speaking of which I need to talk to the light man after he’s out. I can show him that we freed the Rod.” Pic handed the Oath Rod back and kept the Crystal.
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I got the last lightning signing
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Pic shrugged. “You were the one leading the reweaving and song. My music gave you the ability to do whatever it is you did.” Pic held out his hand for the Oath Rod. “What changed?”
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It is literally a term used to differentiate between the trilogies. That's all.
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The song continues to crescendo, led by Rue's desires, and filled in the the overwhelming emotions Pic, Nameless, and Rue felt. The weaves flew over to Rue, and solidified into a rod of similar length and size to the Oath Rod. Once this event occurred, Pic ended the song abruptly and powerfully, and his eyes ceased to glow. He began to breath heavily as the crystalline rod flew into his hand and his staves disappeared. Rue, now holding the oath rod, sensed something.....different about the way it was woven. It seemed to accomplish all of the same tasks, but there was a different feel, a different pattern about the construction of the Rod. As she poured saidar into the Rod, she sensed that it had....emotions? The rod emanated a feeling of satisfaction and contentment. @Edema Rue @Nameless* @Canada Lover
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@Canada Lover @Edema Rue @Nameless* @The Honorable One The music grew in intensity, and the weaves began to solidify into a cylinder.
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SA meme
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The weaves were propelled by Lunas emotion and driven towards Rues Spirit. The weaves helpfully arranged themselves into what they had been before the Oath Rod had changed. However, there was nothing to channel them, to give them purpose.
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The weaves hovered.... as if they were waiting for something to influence them. @Nameless* @Edema Rue
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The magic sensed Rue's carefulness and mindfulness and dove into the oath rod, pulling out the weaves that made it similar to how one pulls a good thread out of many frayed ones. Lines of light, distinct from Pic's staff, began to form just next to the Rod. Pic's staves duplicated themselves, with one set going over to surround the weaves, and tho other saying by pic to keep the music going. Before long, all of the weaves were hovering outside the Rod, given temporary stability by the staves @Nameless*
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Welcome! I'm assuming you play dnd thanks to your pfp..... what Sanderson powersets do you think would be best adapted in 5e?
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OH WAIT WHAT THE STORMS? Please I need more athena musical numbers
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This emotion hit Pic like a dozen blades, and he gasped in response. Tears began to leak out of his increasingly bright eyes. He sang the singular note with a resounding baritone, pure in tone and full of feeling, providing the most solid anchor Rue's melody could have. As he did this, the Oath Rod began to glow and vibrate.
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Pic's fingers instantly snapped to the staff, letting the Oath Rod drop. The magic sensed the importance of this object through Rue and caught it, sending it to the center of Nameless, Pic, and Rue. Haunting, nostalgic chords began to ring, echoing regret of the things that had happened, but hinted at a hidden resolve that all of these singers shared. Pic's eyes began to glow, as it was the first time he had directly interacted with such a powerful object. The Oath Rod began to spin. @Nameless* @Edema Rue
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"Express. I want you to know what you want, and vocalize it. Words are not needed, merely Intent." The hum attuned to Rue and searched for an expression of her pain.
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Pic drew ten lines in the air, forming a grand staff. The familiar noncommital humming began to fill the space as he watched Rue intensely, waiting for the first note. @Edema Rue @Nameless*
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“That’s the thing. I don’t know how the rod works. I know my songs make your channeling touch it, but beyond that, you’ll have to take lead. So… I’m going to need to sing and attempt to channel. Sing a tune that encapsulates what needs to be accomplished. Change the feel of the tune if needed. I’ll be able to follow you better than you’ll be able to lead yourself.”
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@Nameless*
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Pic waved her over, knowing that the more voices involved usually meant a higher chance of success
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Pic began tossing the now crystalline Oath Rod like a baton, pulls up a chair, and sits on it backward. "So, we need to pull out the weaves or de-constrict them. I can't touch the weaves without you, and you can't pull on the threads without me." @Nameless*
