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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
Arrival
The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
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[That doesn't make sense. He tries to cast a spell, just to demonstrate. Not one of his more destructive ones. Just something simple. Mirror Image.
But it's like there's a block, because the words don't come to him.]
What in the hells?
....There's something very strange going on here.
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What'd you just try to do?
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[He brings a hand to his mouth.]
I have no explanation for it. I don't know what would cause such a thing. It's not even a destructive spell. It creates duplicates of the caster. They don't look real precisely, but can be used to cause confusion if it comes to a fight.
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This ever happen to you before?
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Casting spells can be exhausting after a certain point, but a good night's rest takes care of that. There's no reason I shouldn't be able to cast spells.
[Visibly frustrated, he tries again. This time, the incantation is successful, and suddenly, there is a cat a couple feet away from Astarion.]
Not... quite what I intended to summon. Interesting.
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Dude! You made a cat.
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I tried to have it take on the form of a raven. I said the incantation correctly...
[For its part, the cat does indeed seem to be a normal cat. Or it's good at acting like a cat. Regardless, it's clearly harmless.]
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[ Alex kneels down, corner of his mouth turning up. He holds out a hand and clicks his tongue a few times. ] Psspspsps... Hey there, little fella...
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Astarion could be a dick and dismiss the summoned creature, but refrains. Sure, why not. It's not every day the familiar gets to do something like this.]
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Hah. Cool, it likes me. [ he says this like it's a great victory. ]
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[It is rather charming.]
It can make noise to cause a commotion. I'm not sure how useful it'll be in our present situation.
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I just hope we didn't agree to something that put us at a disadvantage.
[At least the familiar is having a good time. He thinks.]
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[It's not good.]
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[ He is, after all...mostly normal. ]
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We shall have to see how our god powers measure up.