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Abyssal Road Trip - 302 - Rainmaker
🕑 Added 2023-06-28 03:32:57 +0000 UTCAmdirlain’s PoV - Outlands - Xaos
When Amdirlain arrived at Xaos, she appeared beside a teenage Ratkin with honey-hued fur. Before he started to react, Amdirlain projected calmness to moderate his reaction. The young male still pulled the satchel closer, his nose twitching and fur rippling with the air displaced by Amdirlain’s arrival. Instinctively, he gave an outraged squeak and jumped away.
The Power stops me from appearing inside someone, but not giving them a heart attack is another matter.
“My apologies,” offered Amdirlain.
“Were you hiding to jump out at me?” gasped the youngster. “I could have sworn you weren’t there.”
Amdirlain gave an embarrassed smile. “This road is so quiet you’re the first person I’ve startled by teleporting here.”
Flustered, he pulled one hand from the satchel and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, it is mostly quiet, I guess. Though you should be careful, a caravan animal might trample you if you startle one of them, or one of their guards might run you through. We see all kinds of jumpy guards with those caravans.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Have a good day,” said Amdirlain, and she nodded before walking off. Catching a range of thoughts in his public mind, she called over her shoulder. “We’ll teach others besides the guards; just come by the entrance and ask for Yngvarr or Aggie.”
The teenager gulped and fled towards the fieldworkers.
At least I didn’t point out he was also admiring my ‘tail’s sway’. Femme Fatale didn’t even cause it; horny teenagers are all alike.
Getting across the wards, Amdirlain teleported to her suite and found a gathering out in the garden. Cyrus had just finished serving tea to Yngvar, Alfarr, Aggie, and Livia.
After Amdirlain finished exchanging greetings with them, Livia gave a concerned smile. “Goxashru has been jumpy since we returned. I think he might need some reassurance.”
“I’m sure he presently feels in over his head,” allowed Amdirlain.
“Jumpy? More like going frantic and getting Rana to push him to his limits,” added Yngvarr. “And perhaps beyond; he’s just one of many in training who abuse the tower’s healing field.”
Cyrus shrugged. “It’s common for students to sustain injuries while exchanging pointers.”
“Maybe common at your training halls,” Alfarr argued. “Where we come from it’s considered sloppy. Though I’ve heard of some places where it’s considered stylish to have duelling scars.”
“Healing with Ki is readily available and leaves fewer marks, though the tower’s field is something else,” conceded Cyrus.
“It’s the regeneration effect from Protean,” explained Amdirlain. “If he wants to push himself, I’ll let him; it’s not like I don’t do the same.”
“You might do the same, but we shouldn’t let them become dependent on it,” advised Yngvarr. “Livia informed us there is a fee for Torm’s restoration?”
“You should think of it as a reincarnation. He may never remember us; it’s likely only a new start,” cautioned Amdirlain.
Alfarr gave a grim nod. “Then we shall undertake worthy deeds in his name. We’ve been discussing how to kill some demon lords.”
“I’ve gained the use names of slightly over a hundred,” said Amdirlain, her matter-of-fact tone causing all aside from Cyrus to sit up. “I was going to check through them with Analysis and share what I learnt.”
“How did you gain the names of so many demon lords?” gasped Yngvarr as she clamped a hand atop her sloshing cup.
Amdirlain considered shading the truth but stuck to the facts. “I trapped what Isa had left of Viper and ripped the names from her. She’d become one of Moloch’s pets; he’d named her Bliss.”
“What did you do with ‘Bliss’ afterwards?” enquired Yngvarr, and she carefully set her cup aside. “What did she tell Moloch about her time with you?”
“There was nothing she could share, Isa did a thorough job of stripping her memories of me away. After learning what I wanted, I destroyed her; she still had her Planar Lock in place,” stated Amdirlain. “I also took advantage of her Oath link with him to wound Moloch and send him a message.”
The others were quiet, but after savouring his latest sip, Cyrus spoke up. “Isn’t that sending him two messages?”
“True. It might make him afraid of his Oath links if he figures out that I sent Yang energy through it,” Amdirlain said with a predatory grin. “Given their nature, I’m sure he uses them to enforce his control. He’ll have to choose between keeping them, and thus leaving himself vulnerable, or breaking them.”
“You’re being liberal with using Jade Court Mana in the Abyss,” noted Cyrus. “What was the second message?”
“I sent a count of one through the link,” advised Amdirlain. “I can’t hurt him head-on. Perhaps I’ll get close to inflicting a thousand wounds before he realises the strikes are coming through the Oath links.”
“Death by a thousand cuts?” mused Cyrus.
“Only as a reference; I doubt a thousand of those wounds will kill him. I’m certainly not trying to play games with him,” said Amdirlain, and she considered her statement. “Though I guess wanting him to know his pain is coming from the same source is a game of sorts.”
“It will be safer if you keep aware of that and don’t let it cloud your judgement,”
Amdirlain nodded. “I’ll do my best. Do you have time to spar after your tea?”
“I’d like to come to watch, even if your speed makes the techniques hard to follow; sometimes glimpses can give insight,” said Livia.
“That’s fine with me,” replied Amdirlain.
Giving Livia a nod, Cyrus hummed. “Will you leave your disciples’ training in my hands until you’ve paid the fee?”
“More often than I would prefer, and I’ll need you to push me hard during our sessions,” stated Amdirlain.
“What are you trying to achieve?” enquired Cyrus.
“Progressing my combat abilities, getting the use of True Song instinctive within my attacks, getting all my resistances higher,” listed Amdirlain.
“Like the motion that gouged the stone,” stated Cyrus.
“That’s from a single reinforced note. I want to get to the point I can control hundreds of notes with movements,” explained Amdirlain.
Cyrus frowned. “I don’t understand how that works, but I imagine there isn’t much point in explaining a path I’ll never walk. Did you want to switch to another energy type yet?”
“No, I need to increase my Electricity Resistance. Another loose end that I want to tie off is Naz’rilca, and she is on a Plane where an unceasing lightning storm is raging,” admitted Amdirlain.
“The one that captured you for the Sisterhood?” enquired Livia.
Amdirlain gave a tight nod. “I’ll need the Resistance anyway, so tidying up sounds right.”
* * * * *
After Amdirlain’s sparring session with Cyrus ended, he used a Gate to return to Xaos. Jumping to the platform, she sat across from where Livia had been watching in Foundry’s pavilion. As Amdirlain’s wounds healed, a comfortable silence stretched between them. Cycling Ki while she waited, Amdirlain eventually reached the point where she was glowing. Putting her hand on a nearby crystal post, she emptied most of the energy into the crystal. While the Ki flowed from her touch, Livia’s gaze fixed on Amdirlain’s contact point with the crystal.
“What planet from the list are you taking care of next?”
“I’m setting up something in the Abyss first and checking on prisoners that Gideon added to my list,” advised Amdirlain.
“Haven’t you already set a Plane of the Abyss on fire?” queried Livia.
Amdirlain sighed. “The first songs took longer than expected, so I tied off two loose ends instead.”
“Two? You only spoke about Bliss,” Livia pointed out.
“Bliss and Lorrella,” replied Amdirlain, and she continued without prompting. “I cleansed Lorrella of her Infernal nature, which changed her into a full Fey.”
“Didn’t she try to betray you?” enquired Liva.
“She was doing what staying out of Hell required and, unlike Bliss, her only interest is her machines, not torturing people,” Amdirlain explained. “I brought eight people Bliss had recently killed back to life and sent seven of them home. I gave the last a device to take them to safety since their home wasn’t an option.”
Livia winced. “I hope the plinth won’t hold you responsible for whatever Bliss did.”
“I’m surprised it hasn’t since I kicked her free; maybe because of my Hidden nature it couldn’t make the connection. Gideon said he’d protected me because it would judge some of what Orhêthurin had done, but I wonder if that protection also applied to Bliss’ deeds. Will it increase my debt since I now know what she was doing? I kicked her free instead of risking her harming me.”
“Is the plinth that harsh in its judgements?” asked Livia, her tone concerned.
“Yes. Orhêthurin could be ruthless in holding everyone to account, and she set it up for beings she felt should be beyond reproach,” advised Amdirlain.
“Since they slipped, she didn’t pull her punches?” asked Livia.
Amdirlain nodded.
“You mentioned Gideon adding prisoners to your list?”
“Yeah, I just got through telling Moradin the other day I didn’t want to be a gaoler, and then Gideon dropped this one in my lap,” laughed Amdirlain. “I would have thought they raised it deliberately after my conversation if I hadn’t already encountered one of them. Some entities that didn’t want to follow the rules broke into the realm and ended up imprisoned. True Song Crystal is strong but not eternal, and Orhêthurin was likely repairing the shackles regularly.”
“What sort of beings?”
“Some that would make dark deities look mild,” offered Amdirlain. “Though not all of them were that powerful, many they simply destroyed. The ones they shackled could challenge demon lords for strength. Destruction wasn’t an option because of their nature, though Orhêthurin potentially wanted to teach them a lesson.”
“How many are you talking about?”
Analysis spun the list through Amdirlain’s awareness, and she flinched as it extended far past the previous stopping point. “Gideon added one hundred and seventy-three locations, but there is no certainty there is only one at each spot.”
“That brings up so many questions,” said Livia.
“Taking care of these items is possibly the fastest way to get Torm the best chance of recovery. Gideon offered to substitute in riskier tasks, and I told them to add them all to the list.”
“If it’s just repairing crystal, how is it riskier? Wait, you’d have to take Erwarth with you or open a Gate to the Lómë,” realised Livia. “Maybe doing that wherever they’re imprisoned is riskier.”
“True,” agreed Amdirlain. “If I opened a Gate in line of sight of the one I saw, it would be visible to demons since it was within a mining settlement’s wards. I’ll check the details of the demon lords whose names I learnt. I might have to track down others if these aren’t usable.”
Amdirlain considered the first of the names she’d stolen from Bliss. With the agony beating against Pain Eater, she hurried on to the next. Fortunately, the rest ranged in strength, though nearly a score were beyond her ability to assess. Some surpassed the Darvakka, who Amdirlain had fought alongside Mars; yet many, despite their title, possessed strength far beneath Amdirlain’s own. One thing was common: none of them had gained their title from nascent mantles given by cults but through transformation sites.
“Many of his lords and ladies only went through a Transformation Site once,” advised Amdirlain, and she provided the details to Livia in a memory crystal. “They lost the advantages of multiple transformations because their first species was a powerful demonic form such as a Balor or Marilith.”
“The vilest souls lose out in the end because they were so corrupted that they became powerful demons initially,” murmured Livia. A smile twitched on her lips before she shook her head sadly. “If only they didn’t gain that much power; the Eastern Hell approach of setting souls trials to endure for their deeds in life is fairer. A Soul evil enough to become a Balor would work through trials for millennia before they might be reborn.”
“I’ll let you get yourself back. I’m going to take care of some work items in the Abyss, so I don’t know how long I’ll be,” cautioned Amdirlain.
Livia rose and hugged Amdirlain before she left.
* * * * *
Amdirlain’s song set her down in the storeroom, and she collected Sarah’s map of Culerzic. Carefully she examined the continent-sized mountain where the Ravager’s River started. Further along the slope, she isolated a series of river caves that led to other waterways. Like the other rivers she’d examined while Planar Locked on Culerzic, the wellspring she found in the first wasn’t a natural water source. Rather, a core of primordial energy had turned the possibility of water on the mountain into reality in a self-reinforcing loop. After changing it to ensure it continued to spew water, Amdirlain tagged it and continued on.
Teleporting about—once Amdirlain had located seventeen of them—the work finally started. She created a shielded dimensional pocket deep in the mountain to provide it additional protection from being found. At the top of it, Amdirlain created a relatively tiny chamber for the infused slime from her Inventory. Amdirlain moved to the midpoint of the main dimensional pocket and made seventeen crystals hovering around herself. Their purpose was to hold the primordial energy sources and regulate a series of one-way venting portals along the chamber’s sides.
After leaving the chamber, Amdirlain teleported the wellsprings to the main compartment, where the nearest crystal kept it anchored. From each, a torrent of water plunged towards the chamber’s base. As they gushed water out into the vast expanse she’d created, Amdirlain began another song. In theory, it had been simple, but the number of sources she’d grabbed turned it into an uphill struggle.
The energy cores steadily filled the chamber with mega-litres of water before she got the subtle song right. Like a river changing course, the song built up barriers and turned the energy’s potential in the direction Amdirlain needed. Finally, the wellsprings twisted and churned before jumping tracks.
[True Song Genesis [J] (13->15)
True Song Architecture [S] (101->102)]
As the harmonics synchronised the water and wellsprings with the slime, the chamber thrummed with Celestial energy. As the dimensional pocket shivered, she added extra crystals to reinforce its barrier and conceal the Celestial Mana involved. While the wellsprings themselves didn’t change, they started to gush water that wouldn’t have been out of place on the heavenly planes.
The river they’d once fed would soon show their absence; however, it would be days before the cores filled her reservoir with the pressure she wanted to send jets of water to shower demonic towns; ones previously seeded with crystals to ensure there weren’t mortals within.
Scrying out the first primordial prison, Amdirlain frowned in concern. There wasn’t anyone in sight, but hundreds of ice-covered sarcophagi lay in neat rows. Ten to a row, the Human-sized sarcophagi were divided by an aisle that ran the length of the storage chamber, nearly three hundred metres long. A low static hiss rumbled through her song's viewing window; with so many prisoners together, the interplay of their leaked energies was likely the source.
A short melody delivered her across planes to Gideon's first coordinates, setting Amdirlain down at the end of the central aisle. Before she could move, the razor blades of inaudible sounds clawed at her senses. In comparison, the lingering death whispers that guarded the plinth were sweet orchestral music. These discordant noises etched into her eardrums and ran blades of primal Chaos across her flesh.
True Sight and Resonance both provided a perspective beneath the ice. She could make out the material of each sarcophagus as True Song Crystal—badly cracked crystal. The ice that enclosed them was from the energy leaking through the cracks. That thick blue-white ice and the fracture-laden crystal made it hard to see the figure within the closest sarcophagus. An obstruction that was fortunate since the first glimpse drove needles of agony into Amdirlain’s eyes.
The agony from that fleeting glimpse came atop the chamber’s dissonance. It drove through Resonance to unleash a blizzard of suffering that pulled warmth from her mind even as it smashed Pain Eater’s control aside. Whistling dissonance slithered through Resonance and staggered Amdirlain until she hurriedly turned it off. The projected alien sensations squelched through her experiences and failed to inflict even a partial translation.
Even with the Power off, the restrained force of the imprisoned primordials caused her flesh to warp. Her nerves melted with an inferno of agony as Protean sought to shift her flesh into dimensions she’d barely made out within Resonance and couldn’t try to explain. Desperately grabbing at the memories of Orhêthurin’s body within her Soul, Amdirlain let them rise to full force. Billions of years of existence obliterated her Wood Elf form and stamped her body into their mould with dreadful inertia. Even with that weight of history, Protean fought to hold it against the changes that the twisted reality of the outsiders’ nature tried to afflict upon her.
[Mental Hardening [S] (30->32)
Pain Eater [S] (2->5)
Protean [S] (9->10)
Note: Remember that mention of riskier?]
Her frustration with that partial information gave Amdirlain a fleeting sea anchor against the storm of pain. Knowing that forming a coherent image for leaving was beyond her, Amdirlain deliberately fell to the ground in that instant of fragmented clarity. The desperate move was to keep from reeling into the nearest sarcophagus. It was a move that almost came too late. Her body crashed to the stone and lay atop the icy overflow at its base. Time Sense skipped about in protest, leaving Amdirlain unsure if the fall had taken an instant or an hour. Eventually, a notification peeked through the pain that the mere presence of the restrained entities inflicted.
[Resistance: Cold [I] (60->61)
Resistance: Eldritch Unlocked!
Resistance: Eldritch [L] (1->5)
Mental Hardening [S] (43->44)
Protean [S] (10->11)]
The momentary pressure of awareness the notification had brought allowed her to retrieve a crystal block. Its weight atop her hand gave Amdirlain a focal point, and she used Harmony to concentrate on its stability and creation. She swooped through thousands of memorised loops of the four-part song to buttress herself against the pain. Though she tried to block it out, the agonising distortion continued to echo within her mind, and another notification came.
[Resistance: Cold [I](61->62)
Resistance: Eldritch [L] (5->7)
Resistance: Chaos [M](3) absorbed into Resistance: Eldritch
Resistance: Eldritch [L] (7->10)
Harmony [S] (82->83)
Mental Hardening [S] (44->46)
Pain Eater [S] (5->6)
Protean [S] (11->13)]
Frozen flesh cracked and burst as she flexed her fingers around the block. She felt the digits fall away, and her strained Protean slowly regrew more to match Orhêthurin’s memory. The block sitting atop Amdirlain’s palm seemed to shift in weight, but the lack of damage exposed the perception as a lie. As her awareness churned, grappling against the assault, she struggled to keep her sanity. Through the battering, Amdirlain fell back on the lessons from the monastery and disassembled the chaotic, alien pain of the energy that tore at her. Notifications came and went until one finally made her aware of her progress.
[Resistance: Cold [I](64->65)
Resistance: Eldritch [L] (20) -> [M](1)
Harmony [S] (85->86)
Protean [S] (19->20)
Mental Hardening [S] (75->76)
Pain Eater [S] (35->66)]
Protean’s struggle to keep her intact eased off at the increase of the Resistance’s rank, but the forces continued to assault her mind and flesh. Amdirlain resumed focusing on her memory of creating the block and allowed more notifications to come and go. Only after a shower of Mana popped over Amdirlain from a Message Spell shattering did she get a firm grip within her mind.
[Resistance: Cold [I](80) -> [G] (1)
Resistance: Eldritch [M] (20) -> (1)
Harmony [S] (90->91)
Mental Hardening [S] (125->126)
Pain Eater [S] (67->68)]
Amdirlain turned on Resonance again, tuned to True Song Crystal, and took in the damage to the surrounding cells. Turning her attention to the closest, she used Analysis to grab for details.
[True Song Crystal - Containment Vessel of Eldritch Dreadnaught
Creator: Orhêthurin
Lifespan: 983,987 remaining of 40,000,000,000+ years
Note: If you kill their bodies, the realm will eject them. However, they know what it tastes like among the Far Chaos and learned how to wiggle through the rules of its barrier. At first, there were only two of them. They’ve returned multiple times with more kinfolk to consume worlds before the discovery of True Song Crystal.]
Still effectively blind and deaf, Amdirlain unleashed the transport melody. It didn’t shift her far, simply positioning her back at the co-ordinations where she entered the chamber. Once there, she knelt without risk of bumping into a sarcophagus. Her skin groaned and bled through the cracks movements opened in frozen flesh. The Resistance’s progression into the Greater rank stopped the cold from chewing on her further.
Yet it wasn’t the only energy in the chamber.
As the Eldritch energies continued to chew at her, Amdirlain sang through the surrounding distortion that fought every note. With the original lifespan of the crystal vastly beyond anything she’d ever created, it was an hour of careful singing before the first sarcophagus was whole. Cut off from the prisoner within it, the encasing ice dissolved, and Amdirlain felt the energy wash across her legs without opening her eyes.
When the song ended, Amdirlain considered her brutalised state and the struggling Protean. She started Ki cycling through her pattern to calm and ease her pain. As the faintest phoenix feathers lit up through her flesh, she used Universal Life to draw on her existing pool and restore her shredded body. The first flare of the pattern drew more of the prisoners’ awareness towards Amdirlain’s existence. The previously stable miasma of their presence rippled and stretched towards her. Hungry to consume, their whispers grew frenzied.
[Resistance: Eldritch (1->2)
Protean [S] (29->30)
True Song Genesis [J] (16->19)
Mental Hardening [S] (138->139)
Pain Eater [S] (87->89)
Note: Wow, look at your health finally creeping upward. FYI: neither suicide nor a dumb death will put you in control of your Planar Lock. While the rules supply a hierarchy of winners, those are always a loss.]
“You could have hinted at why this work was riskier, Gideon,” huffed Amdirlain, and she used Analysis on the new Resistance to see if they’d reply.
Analysis
[Resistance: Eldritch
Details: Acquisition of this Resistance is risky in the extreme. Means vary from the unlikely—for most beings—survival of raw exposure, Eldritch rites, a Sorcerer Class, or similar attunement. It is essential for unprotected physical travel within Far Chaos.
Note: Not my fault you ignored the Geiger counter-like reaction from your scrying. Anyway, get to it. Fixing these containers will count for a lot, but you’ve already lost a day. However, you could use them to up your Mental Hardening and Pain Eater.
Note: You two cheated while travelling. Your father created pockets to maintain sane rules and shape the Far Chaos’ energies into a stable form.]
When she’d restored herself to full health, Amdirlain started singing. The twisted presences fought against her melody and strained her control with every note. The first piece was short and jumped a Message away to reassure Livia before she turned her attention back to the crystal containers. With the first having taken far too long, she braced herself to drive hard.
Healing had restored Amdirlain’s hearing, allowing the whispers to ooze into her awareness again and seek to breach her hardening. Despite being buffered by her Willpower, Mental Hardening—under stress from the entities’ assaults—increased faster. With the tempo of the notifications unabated, Amdirlain used their pace to challenge herself further. It took nearly thirty songs before she managed to complete the repair of a single sarcophagus between increases. Aiding the Skill, each flare of Ki through her pattern washed peace through her battered form and mind, allowing her to maintain her strength.
Protean remained under pressure as it tried to keep her flesh hale, so Amdirlain fully activated Ki State and Angelic Aura. The armouring effect helped combat the invasive energies and the Ki it consumed made space for the renewals cycling brought. They also invited flailing from within the haze itself, and almost immediately, a notification popped.
[Angelic Aura [M] (20->24)
Ki State [S] (66->67)]
Having restored the three closest rows of sarcophagi, Amdirlain floated upwards. Braced, she orientated on the crystal prisons and pushed aside the temptation to listen to the greedy noise. Resonance painted out the lines of sarcophagi; some flickered in and out of focus within her mind. She concentrated Analysis on the closest of those and found their lifespans were down to centuries. In the brief time she’d spent orientating herself, she was treated to another update of various powers and skills. Pushing the distraction aside, she started down the central aisle, and the work continued.
Gradually she progressed from repairing a single sarcophagus at a time to handling pairs before trying to fix larger groups together. It wasn’t until the fourth day of effort that she reached a tipping point where their unnerving presence started to retreat. Despite the marathon of struggle to get there, Amdirlain didn’t relent. Having lost nearly a day adjusting to the chamber’s environment, it was five more before Amdirlain completed the repairs.
[True Song Genesis [Ad] (50) -> [M](1)
Tier 7 Prestige Class: Hatchling Songbird Unlocked!]
Though tempted to take a break to see what it provided, Amdirlain continued. Despite the toll of sightless days, once she sealed the last fractures in the final sarcophagus, she still didn’t dare open her eyes.
Fully repaired, every cell provided an unobstructed view of the eldritch horrors within. Her skin crawled at the loathsome hatred within the glares of those able to look in her direction. While the cells now kept their miasma to a minimum, there was still a palpable presence.
[Resistance: Eldritch [I](25->26)
Angelic Aura [S] (44->45)
Ki State [S] (99->100)]
Protean [S] (67->68)
True Song Genesis [M] (4->5)
Mental Hardening [S] (171->172)
Pain Eater [S] (108->109)]
[Achievement: Eldritch Dreadnought Gaoler
Details: Sealed eternal horrors away for billions of years. Their depredations stripped planets of recognisable life and left them contaminated. In the early years of the realm, it required Orhêthurin to eject the planets into the Far Chaos and lose the work she’d undertaken; otherwise, the energy would have spread across planes and disrupted the internal framework of the realm.
Reward: 250,000,000 experience
Note: Certain individuals wisely bet upon you persisting to seal everything in one go. Those that predicted you'd become Planar Locked in the attempt shall go unmentioned.
Note: Yes, I know the name of this will annoy you. Enjoy! Not a Tier 6 or 7 since they weren’t roaming free.]
[Achievement: Celestial Rainmaker
Details: You have targeted thousands of square kilometres within abyssal settlements with Celestial-infused water.
Reward: You’ve annoyed millions of demons and given them burn scars to remember you affectionately. Congratulations!
Note: Thought you’d like to know the results of your sprinkler project now that you’re not distracted.
Note: Pity that some rain and mist aren’t enough to kill anything but the weakest hordelings. However, it has ruined crops near many towns and caused demons to flee some previously popular cities. Goodness, what the smell of Celestial rain does to a demonic constitution.]
Amdirlain’s song skipped her through the Elemental Plane of Earth before leaping to the Outlands. Her final hop delivered her to a hilltop outside of Xaos’ wards, not wanting to risk scaring someone again. Having spent days maintaining her form against the Eldritch attacks, Protean was initially reluctant to let her change.
[Hatchling Songbird
This Prestige Class builds on the strength of the Ostimë and Ontãlin classes
Increased insights into True Song Genesis
Increased insights into True Song Architecture
Increased insights into Resonance
+6 Intelligence per Level
+6 Charisma per Level
+6 Endurance per Level
+8 Free Attribute Points every level
+8 Magic per Level
Requires:
- Orhêthurin’s Soul.
- Tier 7 Achievement
- True Song Genesis in Master Rank.
- Resonance in Master Rank.
- True Song Architecture in Master Rank.
- A dance Skill (or subskill) in Master Rank.
- A combat Skill in Master Rank.
Powers available for acquisition:
- True Song Genesis evolutions unlocked.
- True Song Architecture evolutions unlocked.
- Resonance evolutions unlocked.
- World Step evolutions unlocked.]
Amdirlain considered the power gains it offered, but lacking an Elven name made it clear it wasn’t a Prestige Class Orhêthurin had designed.
Noticing the slightest tremble in her hands, she sat in the long grass instead of continuing to Xaos. Turning off all the filters she’d set into Resonance, she let the Plane’s melodies wash across her strained awareness. Within Nolmar, she heard celestials and fey-beings running the gauntlet of her tower. Though curious about how many staff she’d gained, Amdirlain stayed put.
Retrieving the lap harp, precise notes smoothed away the wear age had placed in its frame, and she gently tried each string. After confirming each still held a perfect pitch, Amdirlain tried to pluck out a simple unpowered tune, one note at a time.
[Lap Harp Unlocked!
Lap Harp (1)
Note: Okay, that bet I lost. I didn’t think you’d risk going there. ]
A vision of Orhêthurin’s daughter learning to play a similar harp rose from her Soul, bringing tears of pride and pain to cloud her gaze.
Comments
Tjark
More ups this time, what with the numbers go brrr this chapter.
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!
Luboš Hemala
Ups and downs. Good chapter, thank you :-)
