Post by BB on Feb 1, 2021 15:43:52 GMT
Fresh out the newly opened Craven Angel with the metallic ink of giant runes set on her arm and straight into the Feywild once again, BB and her friends gather at the edge of Portal Plaza. The invitation to these Games of the River Court talked of much but the location, and so they must once again ask Aurelia for some help of the teleporting type.
Popping into the River King’s domain, they are met with the sight of a festival of night and magic sprawled across the many small pockets of land nestled within some large river, the revelries in full swing. Walking further in they eventually find some sort of registration tent containing a very hungover person by the name of Pyro inside. After some clipboard flailing from Pyro, BB has grabbed the offered object and Heret leans in to mention a team name of ‘Weepe Ye A Rivere Unto Me’ for them.
Though very hungover, Pyro was still very good with the questions. A game with the only rule being ‘Don’t fall in the water’ is certainly more rules than I expected.
After scoping out who else has turned up, taking particular note of the River King’s very large tent and the SummerCamp Court, they all part ways. Sheryl makes haste to the Summer Court with Varis in tow, while Ghesh, Heret, Faye and BB explore more of the festival and people they have landed themselves amongst. Though BB can’t help the worried look she sends after Sheryl and Varis as they walk away.
Whatever unkind words they might throw your way, do not pay them too much heed Sheryl.
Soon Ghesh has found a boisterous drinking competition to entertain with his insurmountable tolerance, while Faye chats and listens from a distance with a modest glass of wine. Heret is the only one who manages to actually gain some information about the competition assembled amongst the tents. BB does try to help, she really does, but there’s such large clusters of beautiful lavender plants under the trees, and next thing she knows it’s been an hour or so and she has no information. But she does have enough flowers for everyone’s tents.
Talking of tents, their group reconvenes to make camp in a quieter corner (and far from the Summer Court). As Ghesh, Faye and Heret talk of their own activities in the festival finally Sheryl and Varis make it back, Sheryl looking not too happy to say the least.
Give her space, let her think. It’s never good to rush these things.
Soon as Faye and Sheryl have retreated to a makeshift tent within Elchior’s antlers, the others have constructed a cluster of tents, BB making a small bonfire within the circle they’ve created.
Varis even allowed flowers around his tent, maybe all isn’t bad today.
Even after brewing tea and handing it out to those interested, Faye and Sheryl still haven’t reemerged from Elchior’s antlers so BB loudly bumbles over to them with fresh cups. She hears something of Kruxeal in frustrated tones from Sheryl, but her arm is already through a gap in the makeshift tent and the tea is being taken.
They all rest, though it’s hard to say if a new day has really begun in this festival of perpetual night, and soon as they rise they look out across the widest part of the river to see the large figure of the River King himself standing on its surface. With a sweep of his hand the games begin just like that, the waters beneath him shifting to reveal a circular arena on the river bed, the river’s waters making up its curved walls.
They face a number of teams in that arena, of many shapes and sizes and experiences. Some are quickly intimidated to walk straight into the water by Varis’ presence alone, or persuaded to just give up by Faye. Sheryl even sings others to distraction with her words. Others are easily chucked into the water by Ghesh, BB soon joining in by polymorphing opponents into small critters, all under the tactical help of Heret.
Two days pass, and once again they all find themselves in the river bed arena. But this time the atmosphere turns more tense as they all come face to face with the team of the Inglorious Company from the Summer Court. As Ulorian the River King makes a quick speech of sorts, BB eyes up these serious looking warriors lining up. Roxanne their leader, a towering elven woman and deadly archer, surveys the arena as Crios mounts his gryphon next to her. Antheia, a lady in darker clothes with many daggers, also stands nearby and though she doesn’t come close to the height of Roxanne, the massive owlbear with them certainly does.
I’m no owlbear expert, but I’m pretty certain that’s the biggest one ever. Not letting them get anywhere near me.
As both teams arrange themselves amongst the arena eventually King Ulorian grows bored and he stands up to curtly shout ‘Fight’ before plopping back down into his throne. And fight they certainly do.
Well nevermind the owlbear, I don’t want to get hit by any of them really.
And so BB draws upon her magic to draw a link between her and the Ethereal Plane shunted next to this one and promptly begins to blink into existence between the two, shooting lightning at the Inglorious Company when she can. Sheryl dances across the battlefield in a magical blitz of steel atop Astra as Ghesh summons his fury to gladly swing with his flaming morningstar at Roxanne. As Crios takes to the sky with his gryphon and holy flaming sword, Faye disappears from sight along with Antheia, whether it's by magical means or not isn’t easy to discern when the distracting sounds of battle are nearby. But it seems Heret atop Zozo is having a better time of figuring it out as he disappears round a dilapidated tower. It’s not till after Varis summons the ethereal spirits of the OCF lost to the planes of Avernus to his side, their battle shouts heard even to BB on the other side of the arena, that she finally catches sight of Faye and Elchior. Near the water’s edge BB can see them pushing Crios and the gryphon ever closer, and so to help with that final push she transforms the gryphon into a badger that lies at Crios’ feet.
The look he’s giving Faye is pretty funny even in this serious situation.
As this has been occurring Roxanne has gradually been taking beating after beating from Ghesh and Varis at close quarters, with aerial assaults from Sheryl, and eventually the towering woman of a warrior concedes defeat for her team.
The King himself doesn’t seem much pleased with the lack of bloodshed, and with bored sweeping hand movements declares the final battle will be tomorrow. They all retreat back to their small camp and rest up as the reverlies still continue on in full flow, snippets of songs of Weepe Ye A Rivere Unto Me being heard drifting along the night air.
It’s not till they wake to the next day that it really hits BB, she’s fighting her friends, and sure she knew this when coming here. But she can’t help the confused expression on her face as they walk into the river bed arena, or the mentally inhabited ethereal clones of themselves do.
My plan with these battles is always to aid my friends however I can, but now it’s just me and Blue on the same side technically.
She looks to the others spreading out far from her across the dirt, various weapons being drawn as a more serious hush spreads across the arena while King Ulorian seems to scatter a number of strange potion bottles about. And once again with a quick flourish he declares the battle begun.
But perhaps this is a good way to determine our individual strengths, or least for me it is.
It’s their various mounts that are first to go down, Zozo, Tuevel and Elchior each taken out by different means. Sheryl unleashes a rainbow of elements upon a majority of the group, but soon after Varis turns a magical voice to her and convinces Sheryl to fly straight into the water and the waiting tentacles of some large creature laying in wait. Once again Heret and Faye disappear from sight, Heret apparently one with the shadows of the arena while Faye’s whip snaps out from the middle of nowhere.
As BB looks to the fallen statue at her feet, and animates it to life with her pocket lavender, she notices with utter dread a familiar feeling on the battlefield.
How? How has he created wild magic here?? Why can I never seem to escape that chaos?
Ghesh and Varis do not seem too affected by this magical revelation as they exchange bone crunching blows at the base of the dilapidated central tower. But it’s Ghesh who eventually falls down as Varis continues his holy assault on all near him.
This all continues on with Ghesh somehow popping up once again right into the spinning stems of the flowers, and a cat and mouse chase between Ghesh and Varis, and the invisible Faye and ethereal popping BB begins. Dragon breath, arrows, spiritual weapon blows and magic is exchanged until Varis, BB and Heret remain.
Well, I think Heret is still here. I haven’t heard a squeak from him, but he hasn’t reappeared on the river bank.
A slight panic settles into BB as Varis turns his full attention to tracking her down across the arena. After some frantic casting and flitting about on her dragonfly wings, he eventually catches her out with a series of blows she has no chance of withstanding. It’s at this point Heret emerges from the shadows to begin a valiant duel with Varis at the centre of the arena, but soon he also falls to Varis’ sword. And with this the dust bowl battle dance draws to a close, Varis as its hard earned winner.
From her spot on the river bed, after being violently re-acquainted with her real body, BB looks at her gathered friends and merely smiles at the mayhem just had.
In all my days, I didn’t think I would be here doing this. My how far we’ve all come in our own ways.
Popping into the River King’s domain, they are met with the sight of a festival of night and magic sprawled across the many small pockets of land nestled within some large river, the revelries in full swing. Walking further in they eventually find some sort of registration tent containing a very hungover person by the name of Pyro inside. After some clipboard flailing from Pyro, BB has grabbed the offered object and Heret leans in to mention a team name of ‘Weepe Ye A Rivere Unto Me’ for them.
Though very hungover, Pyro was still very good with the questions. A game with the only rule being ‘Don’t fall in the water’ is certainly more rules than I expected.
After scoping out who else has turned up, taking particular note of the River King’s very large tent and the Summer
Whatever unkind words they might throw your way, do not pay them too much heed Sheryl.
Soon Ghesh has found a boisterous drinking competition to entertain with his insurmountable tolerance, while Faye chats and listens from a distance with a modest glass of wine. Heret is the only one who manages to actually gain some information about the competition assembled amongst the tents. BB does try to help, she really does, but there’s such large clusters of beautiful lavender plants under the trees, and next thing she knows it’s been an hour or so and she has no information. But she does have enough flowers for everyone’s tents.
Talking of tents, their group reconvenes to make camp in a quieter corner (and far from the Summer Court). As Ghesh, Faye and Heret talk of their own activities in the festival finally Sheryl and Varis make it back, Sheryl looking not too happy to say the least.
Give her space, let her think. It’s never good to rush these things.
Soon as Faye and Sheryl have retreated to a makeshift tent within Elchior’s antlers, the others have constructed a cluster of tents, BB making a small bonfire within the circle they’ve created.
Varis even allowed flowers around his tent, maybe all isn’t bad today.
Even after brewing tea and handing it out to those interested, Faye and Sheryl still haven’t reemerged from Elchior’s antlers so BB loudly bumbles over to them with fresh cups. She hears something of Kruxeal in frustrated tones from Sheryl, but her arm is already through a gap in the makeshift tent and the tea is being taken.
They all rest, though it’s hard to say if a new day has really begun in this festival of perpetual night, and soon as they rise they look out across the widest part of the river to see the large figure of the River King himself standing on its surface. With a sweep of his hand the games begin just like that, the waters beneath him shifting to reveal a circular arena on the river bed, the river’s waters making up its curved walls.
They face a number of teams in that arena, of many shapes and sizes and experiences. Some are quickly intimidated to walk straight into the water by Varis’ presence alone, or persuaded to just give up by Faye. Sheryl even sings others to distraction with her words. Others are easily chucked into the water by Ghesh, BB soon joining in by polymorphing opponents into small critters, all under the tactical help of Heret.
Two days pass, and once again they all find themselves in the river bed arena. But this time the atmosphere turns more tense as they all come face to face with the team of the Inglorious Company from the Summer Court. As Ulorian the River King makes a quick speech of sorts, BB eyes up these serious looking warriors lining up. Roxanne their leader, a towering elven woman and deadly archer, surveys the arena as Crios mounts his gryphon next to her. Antheia, a lady in darker clothes with many daggers, also stands nearby and though she doesn’t come close to the height of Roxanne, the massive owlbear with them certainly does.
I’m no owlbear expert, but I’m pretty certain that’s the biggest one ever. Not letting them get anywhere near me.
As both teams arrange themselves amongst the arena eventually King Ulorian grows bored and he stands up to curtly shout ‘Fight’ before plopping back down into his throne. And fight they certainly do.
Well nevermind the owlbear, I don’t want to get hit by any of them really.
And so BB draws upon her magic to draw a link between her and the Ethereal Plane shunted next to this one and promptly begins to blink into existence between the two, shooting lightning at the Inglorious Company when she can. Sheryl dances across the battlefield in a magical blitz of steel atop Astra as Ghesh summons his fury to gladly swing with his flaming morningstar at Roxanne. As Crios takes to the sky with his gryphon and holy flaming sword, Faye disappears from sight along with Antheia, whether it's by magical means or not isn’t easy to discern when the distracting sounds of battle are nearby. But it seems Heret atop Zozo is having a better time of figuring it out as he disappears round a dilapidated tower. It’s not till after Varis summons the ethereal spirits of the OCF lost to the planes of Avernus to his side, their battle shouts heard even to BB on the other side of the arena, that she finally catches sight of Faye and Elchior. Near the water’s edge BB can see them pushing Crios and the gryphon ever closer, and so to help with that final push she transforms the gryphon into a badger that lies at Crios’ feet.
The look he’s giving Faye is pretty funny even in this serious situation.
As this has been occurring Roxanne has gradually been taking beating after beating from Ghesh and Varis at close quarters, with aerial assaults from Sheryl, and eventually the towering woman of a warrior concedes defeat for her team.
The King himself doesn’t seem much pleased with the lack of bloodshed, and with bored sweeping hand movements declares the final battle will be tomorrow. They all retreat back to their small camp and rest up as the reverlies still continue on in full flow, snippets of songs of Weepe Ye A Rivere Unto Me being heard drifting along the night air.
It’s not till they wake to the next day that it really hits BB, she’s fighting her friends, and sure she knew this when coming here. But she can’t help the confused expression on her face as they walk into the river bed arena, or the mentally inhabited ethereal clones of themselves do.
My plan with these battles is always to aid my friends however I can, but now it’s just me and Blue on the same side technically.
She looks to the others spreading out far from her across the dirt, various weapons being drawn as a more serious hush spreads across the arena while King Ulorian seems to scatter a number of strange potion bottles about. And once again with a quick flourish he declares the battle begun.
But perhaps this is a good way to determine our individual strengths, or least for me it is.
It’s their various mounts that are first to go down, Zozo, Tuevel and Elchior each taken out by different means. Sheryl unleashes a rainbow of elements upon a majority of the group, but soon after Varis turns a magical voice to her and convinces Sheryl to fly straight into the water and the waiting tentacles of some large creature laying in wait. Once again Heret and Faye disappear from sight, Heret apparently one with the shadows of the arena while Faye’s whip snaps out from the middle of nowhere.
As BB looks to the fallen statue at her feet, and animates it to life with her pocket lavender, she notices with utter dread a familiar feeling on the battlefield.
How? How has he created wild magic here?? Why can I never seem to escape that chaos?
Ghesh and Varis do not seem too affected by this magical revelation as they exchange bone crunching blows at the base of the dilapidated central tower. But it’s Ghesh who eventually falls down as Varis continues his holy assault on all near him.
This all continues on with Ghesh somehow popping up once again right into the spinning stems of the flowers, and a cat and mouse chase between Ghesh and Varis, and the invisible Faye and ethereal popping BB begins. Dragon breath, arrows, spiritual weapon blows and magic is exchanged until Varis, BB and Heret remain.
Well, I think Heret is still here. I haven’t heard a squeak from him, but he hasn’t reappeared on the river bank.
A slight panic settles into BB as Varis turns his full attention to tracking her down across the arena. After some frantic casting and flitting about on her dragonfly wings, he eventually catches her out with a series of blows she has no chance of withstanding. It’s at this point Heret emerges from the shadows to begin a valiant duel with Varis at the centre of the arena, but soon he also falls to Varis’ sword. And with this the dust bowl battle dance draws to a close, Varis as its hard earned winner.
From her spot on the river bed, after being violently re-acquainted with her real body, BB looks at her gathered friends and merely smiles at the mayhem just had.
In all my days, I didn’t think I would be here doing this. My how far we’ve all come in our own ways.