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Already being close to the sunken city you choose to prioritize your accord with the small sky spirit, one who has been infinitely more agreeable than any other’s you’ve known so far. Davidge, for all his potential usefulness, can wait here with his men. Next to the wheel of the ship you shift into a semi-meditative pose. Around your solid searing form, under the deep dusk and sparse starlight far above the sails, is borne the edge of deep azure that is your imbuement.

As the men busy their preparations gathering lanterns, ropes, packs, picks, and all other assorted things the dark of the night wreaths itself over the railings of the Mad Jewel, crawling steadily from the dusky shadows. They don’t notice until the starlight above fades to the thickening shadows, and one particularly young crewmate yelps.

“The- the darkness!” He screams as he drops a lantern, which he then scrambles for as he and the many other upon the deck begin to huddle together, torches hastily struck and lanterns wielded desperately against your imbued dark. The attentive sky spirit seems to grasp what you’re doing and offers some aid, pulling the slightest of whistling gusts across the deck while gliding over the crew.

“It’s a curse, the island’s cursed,” another whispers, others mumbling similar things, all emitting very pronounced fear. You afford the moment to emit to Davidge that he ought to wait. He gains a contemplative look, and whispers to his shadows, still not at the side where you’re actually standing.

“Fine,” he says impassively, “but if this is some sort of trick you can consider our deal off.” He finishes, his thoughts abound with suspicions. Your objective met, you shift over to look into the perfect dark of the waters, and jump in without so much as a splash. You feel the water warm around your form, but only barely, you feel here that your searing nature is thoroughly hindered. The dark itself concerns you, you can only pierce it so far, the sea itself emitting its ancient tones the same as before.

Suddenly, the world is alight in high contrasts, and you see the world more clearly than you’ve ever seen it before. Far up above the waters you’re descending through you feel a distinct reflection of profound wisdom from the small sky spirit. You understand easily- being accorded with you it’s granting its form of vision for the task, and you feel you should to thank it in some way while you observe more closely the ruins.

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Your former seething wet companion called this city Ine-Anakoa, and that it was destroyed in a war fought from both realms, though it didn’t clarify much on the subject. There’s hardly anything left, something that looks similar to the old Aniunakei temples and some submerged buildings close by a great and deep chasm. The temple, like most of the great structures before, emits a tone of non-mortal sacredness. The few buildings by it emit nothing distinct or noteworthy, while the chasm feels distinct. From deep within it emanates a non-mortal sense of consecration, the first you’ve felt, with an eerie undertone of slumber. You don't sense the emanations of the sea spirit that ambushed you before, though you remain wary that it did hide itself from you very easily.

>You’ll take a closer look at those buildings, they’re strangely indistinct.
>You’ll try going to the temple, and see what you’ll find there.
>That slumbering consecration has you curious, go find out its origins.
>Something else, or an addition. (write-in)

>>391459
>ask the Sky Spirit's opinion on where the treasure might, if it has one.
also:
>You’ll take a closer look at those buildings, they’re strangely indistinct.

>>391478
>might
should be "might be"

By the way, good to see you back OP.

>ask sky spirit where it thinks the treasure might be
>look those submerged ruins more closely
and writing!

>>391481
Good to be back, anon.

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You don’t flit very gracefully through the waters in your stride to observe the buildings, having to concentrate your efforts on moving the darkness to force your progress forwards. As you close, the indistinct emanations of the buildings clarify, and you feel a great anger and many nuanced fears have been instilled within their structure.

They’re distinctly mortal, wavering as they fade in and out, while you feel the seaworn stone had been burned at some point, with every building half melted uniformly outwards from the temple. You recall the statues of the swamp looking fearfully in this direction, but your secret knowledge professes nothing, and nor do you see any people or their remnants here. The chasm, now closer to you, carries a deeper undertone of spiritual power, and it’s confusing, as you’ve not felt raw spiritual power similar to it except when striking accords.

Looking to the temple itself it is much sturdier and more well preserved than anything else, it’s sacredness emitted solidly through the darkened waters. With an idea, you question the small sky spirit on where you might find what it desires. It assents happily with a clear vision, a spiritually looking gem of rough fashion, imposed first upon a scene surrounded by mortals and then upon a scene of a realm that is ablaze with harsh conflicting colors. Its following ideas are simple; these treasures are things that exist in both realms, and that it would have to be in a place of spiritual significance.

As you do so you feel a familiar presence, a vile fierceness, and see its origin as it speeds through the waters above you. The sea spirit you escaped yesterday seems to affix its attention to Davidge’s ship, circling around it in curiosity, whapping the anchor chain as through testing something. It circles predatorily around the ship, thrashing it’s limbs against the wood as it goes, while some small fear within you speaks that it might try to sink it.

>It’s distracting itself; you’ll go to the submerged temple, and quickly.
>The slumbering consecration certainly feels spiritually significant; you’ll take a closer look.
>Perhaps you could ambush the sea spirit while it doesn’t know you’re here.
>A consideration elsewise. (write-in)

>>391628
>>It’s distracting itself; you’ll go to the submerged temple, and quickly.
Woo just got off work for this

>>391628
>>The slumbering consecration certainly feels spiritually significant; you’ll take a closer look.
How bad would it be if it sunk the ship?

>>391642
You feel, innately, that mortals would not do well at fighting a sea spirit in its own domain.
Further, if Davidge was killed it's a mystery as to what your accord with him will do.
More than that I cannot say.

>~might get a chance to use the preference-graduated vote if none venture a tiebreaker!

>>391642
Oops, that was supposed to be
>It’s distracting itself; you’ll go to the submerged temple, and quickly.

>>391669
>>391634
>writing!

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The ship should hold, you hope, after all it has yet to be sunk in spite of all the time these mortal’s have been here, though you further hope it’s merely curious and not simply waiting for something. Certainly, you feel, if your pirates went to the island with a small boat upon the shallows they’d be quickly destroyed if the sea spirit desired it. Something to figure out upon your return, you muse.

Wreathing the darkness of the waters around your subdued searing form you shift forwards towards the temple, ignoring the spiritually powerful slumbering consecration within the deep chasm for the time being. The emanations of sacredness, bland and resolute, begin overpowering all else as you step into its entrance and the strangest light winks around your passage, and you find yourself falling through the air with an unceremonious plop onto moist ground.

Extremely confused you raise your red-tinged abyssal gaze up at your surroundings, wishing you could curse the ancient Aniunakei for their architecture aligned magics, noting only the non-mortal sacredness of the structure and an eerily spiritual cave. It’s very oddly angled, obtuse in places where you feel it shouldn’t be. With a closer gaze everything from the moist stones growing humid around you, the puddles of oddly clear water, the few sounds and even the air itself, all emit something of non-mortal slumber distinctly similar to what you’d felt outside.

You do feel, on the barest edges of your senses, alternate emanations- but this place is overpoweringly messy in its soulful effluences and every gaze you set upon the passages around you grants nothing of where they lead. Or what may be hidden from you- sighs a small voice within your mind. Ignoring it you stride forward, and find to your surprise that your step grants a rather large imprint in the soil, alongside an audible squish.

You look over your form more closely, feeling that you’ve made yourself as incorporeal from the mortal realm as possible, though taking another step elicits another muddy squish, and as you stride across the stones of the cave to examine the passages you trail some dirt in your wake. In the distance, though only barely, you hear something slither across stone. Ignoring this curiosity for the moment, you note the passages themselves number four.

The largest appears hewn abstractly, some stones and pillars supporting fragile constructions while the ground before it appears drier than all others. One passage is completely blocked, though you feel with effort and time you might be able to clear it. A descending passage, the one from which the noise came, has great clawing marks upon its downward entrance. The last has footprints filled with water, leading into something of a semi-lit chamber. The world obscured from your deepest senses by some unknown spiritual power, you consider your options.

>You’ll try clearing the blocked passage.
>The largest passage, the driest, is where you’ll go first.
>The noise has you curious, you’ll seek it out.
>The semi-lit chamber- you’ll go there, following the footprints.
>Something different, or something additional. (write-in)

>>391757
>>The largest passage, the driest, is where you’ll go first.
No water please. Scary claw marks are also bad.

>>391794
>writing!

>>391794
>>>The largest passage, the driest, is where you’ll go first.
That sounds good!

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You seek out the largest passage, the muddy ground beneath gaining dryness as you flit gracefully through the shadows of the ruin’s towards a chamber that reveals itself to be a deep red similar to that of the temple within the far jungle from before. Central to it, or perhaps formerly central to it, ensconced within more obtuse cavernous structures, is a faint sparkling light. Surrounding it are lit candles and oddly marked skulls.

Moving closer, though remaining wary, you first take a look at the skulls. Their markings are similar to all the spiritual markings of the Aniunakei you’ve seen so far, their emanations speak of great movements of power, and they’re arranged very specifically around the sparkling light that hovers above a circle. The skulls emit nothing, though their markings each individually speak of word bound to soul, and something deeper- word bound to sacrifice. Examining the circle, though not closely, it emits an overflowing sense of sacredness, and you feel it moving in great waves throughout the structure around you. It’s not solid, like the cave’s spiritual slumber, it wavers and pulses with purpose.

The sparkling light pulses alongside the sacredness, seemingly linked and very spiritual in its nature, the deepest emanations you can feel are similar to that of the skulls, of word bound to soul and word bound to sacrifice. These aren’t things you’ve felt before, you recall, neither from decrees or accords, and not from your sacrificial offerings of souls you’ve taken.

The light feels alluring though, distinct in its senses from the world around it, and you find yourself strangely drawn inwards into its depths. Some singing, powerful and true to all the world, whispered, ancient, and beyond your senses. You take a testing step forwards, the spiritually sparkling light calling, solid and serene-

>Roll me 1d100, best of 3, feel free to roll multiple times!

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>391852

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>391852
I bet old mad aspect is getting giddy at the thought of power through sacrifice.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>391888
Tempted to give him a name actually if he'll be sticking around.

>>391875
>writing!

>>391895
Feel free, after all, he might like it if you do.

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You step forward towards the sparkling light, but something on the edges of your senses says something is amiss, gravely and terribly amiss. You focus on that sensation, above all others, and the world around you winks as an illusion passes over you- though this time much more strongly, the waves and pulses of sacredness from the ruin’s around you die slightly as you shift your abyssal gaze before you.

You step back at the sight, not quite sure what you’re looking at. As you do, some unknown dread grows within you that you feel is of a strangely mortal nature, something slightly unhinged and surprised- though it’s separated from your thoughts. It passes quickly, and you feel your senses left unhindered for the moment, and so set about examining the form.

It’s a person, or looks to be, suspended in a solid hover over the circle, the sparkling you’d seen before lighting its from within. The clothing reminds you of the Curer from the swamps, though it’s blackened and seeming very ephemeral. It's form, nearly, seems to be feminine, though it's hard to judge with the cloths. It has tools that feel are distinctly spiritual in nature, black feathered wings, multiple black clawed arms in various states of decay bound into the cloth, and the sparkling light deeper within it feels something slightly similar to your tool of a searing affliction.

Yet in spite all this you sense nothing truly soulful or alive, and you see nor feel anything reminiscent of a will or mind. The singing, serene and ancient, still calls, still attracting your attention, but you quickly realize the soulful undercurrent is not coming from whatever creature this is- it’s coming from the cloth that seems bound around its form.

The chains are also very unlike what you’ve seen before, you do a quick comparison checking your translucent blue chains coiling your solid searing darkness, and then look back to the black chains. They emit, solidly, a sense of serenity and calmness, a complimentary contrast to the cloth bindings that sing something ancient and attractive. You step hesitantly forward, your steps making sound in this place even while you’re incorporeal, and examine it as deeply as you can.

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Within its depths you feel no soul, and that feels incredibly wrong, you also feel no vital cruor, while the sparkling light emits only the idea of word bound to soul and word bound to sacrifice. How intriguing- sighs a voice within your mind. As interesting as it is I implore you do not touch it- the voice assures. Though you’d only barely been considering the idea, you find it strange that it’s warning you against the action. You sense no particular maliciousness from the form or it’s tools, the bindings and chains the only things that seem deeply suffused with emanations.

You contemplate that you might take the tools, after all whatever it is or once was it remains in place right now. Though looking closer, secured behind a cloth hand and just barely visible, you see something shining within its grasp. It is a spiritual stone- rough, but very reminiscent of the small sky spirits, and outwards from it in the slightest waves it emits odd spiritual depths. Deeply from within it you feel something vacant, there’s nothing inside, while you recall the gem of the small sky spirit had many nuanced feelings.

As you contemplate the sky spirit and his accord with you in the deep shadows of the strange chamber you feel his awareness sweep distantly over the waters no doubt high above the submerged temple. You look to the skulls and their markings once again, as they emit the constants of word bound to sacrifice as they did before, and then back to the form while you consider your options.

>>>Feel free to pick multiple or possible combinations, though be mindful of the order.
>Try something with the skulls, something physical or perhaps some emanations. (write-in)
>Try to take one of its tools, one less secured by its bindings. (Black Feathered Wings, Black Claws)
>Same as above, but try for one of the more secured tools. (Sparkling Light, Multiple Arms)
>The sky spirit can still communicate with you, perhaps ask something specific. (write-in)
>You’ll leave this place for different notions- and go to the other passages.
>Something else much considered. [Write-In]

>>391983
Ask the mad aspect why it thinks we shouldn't touch the sparkly, it seems to know something.

>>391983
>>The sky spirit can still communicate with you, perhaps ask something specific. (write-in)
Does he have any idea of what this is, or how dangerous/safe it is?
>Try something with the skulls, something physical or perhaps some emanations. (Curiosity, desire to know, sacrifice of what?)

>>392002
General questioning and curiosity is good. Support.

>>392009
>>392002
>>391997
>writing!

As much as I would love to continue, I've been up for 24 hours and I'm fixing to hit the hay.

Have a glorious thread.

>>392031
>Damn!
>But thanks for sticking to it so far, anon, there'll be another session tomorrow.

>post incoming

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You set about very specific emanations to the skulls; curiosity, desire to know, and a questioning of sacrifice. At the curiosity, the markings of the skulls simply reflect it blandly back at you, just the same as the channeling mask upon the warrior and the markings upon the Curer statue in the bog. Your desire to know, and your questioning of sacrifice, seem to elicit a response- something akin to memories. You get close, but do not touch the skulls, while you feel the barest edges of a vision diffuse from them. It’s something reflected of the past, you feel, triggered by your emanations of sacrifice similar to the memory. You gain a greater vision as you maintain the focus, though inwardly you wonder how such visions can be retained.

There’s a chamber, a red temple, and it’s the one you stand in. There is a Curer standing on a circle, wings black and multiple arms wreathed in clawing darkness, and close by there is a great spider standing amongst many other Curer’s looking upon what they consider, you feel, to be their master of sorts. The spider, taller than the Aniunakei around it, is clothed in drapery like wrappings, large scrolls and larger bags filled with indiscernible items. It speaks to them with high tones of panic, and the gaggle of Curer’s argue with it. From outside you feel the world move, something cracks as light filters through the windows and one well vested soldier is incinerated by blazing sunlight while the heat of the chamber grows. A younger Curer, a girl not seeming much older than Nanali, speaks something of a shift in dominions.

You feel the world lurch, and water starts pouring through the gaps of the temple. The arguing persists, drowning out mind and reason, until the Curer upon the circle raises one of her many hands. She nods, and the others despair. The great spider unwraps one of the many cloths bound around its form, and begins wrapping the Curer central in your vision. It removes a crystal from one of its pouches, and clarifies this is their way and will not interfere with the ritual, it is a memento for the dead. She takes it in one hand, acknowledging the act fondly. As it finishes the remaining Curer’s place skulls around the edge of the circle in alcoves, and at the command of their master they channel their souls and minds into pure oblivion, and the vision ends abruptly.

Visions declining into silence you establish the barest of confluences with your accorded small spirit of the sky, you try to ask a question alongside a vision of the things you’ve found; this creature and the stone within its grasp. From far above the temple you feel a return of excitement- it affirms firstly that the jewel in its grasp is indeed a foundation for a sky spirit’s treasure, and exactly what it desired from the ruined city.

Tiring a bit of your aspect of madness’s ruminations you direct a firm question inwards, of what it knows and what it feels. Within you, separate from yourself and strangely distant, you a feel a distinctly mortal sense of apprehension. At your beckoning the voice comes back, strong and contemplative.

Of my studies I know much, and yet for all that I know I feel more ignorant. I see before me through your abyssal gaze something reminiscent of the traitorous winged generals, yet this creature and the magic binding it is must be more ancient. Word bound to sacrifice, that I know from my own experiences, is something powerful beyond compare. Life or soul given, surrendered, or taken for purely arcane pursuits. I cannot stop you from trifling with it, but for my sake I implore you do not. Beyond these essentials, ask yourself this question small one, do you trust that sky spirit? And if you do, why? Is this not the picture of a trap? Is the mutual curse you sealed not the very definition of your destruction should you fail to meet its conditions?

The voice leaves you with its last assuring tones alongside the growing weight of its apprehensions, though you feel much more wary of the circumstances around you. Between the skulls, the ancient bound Curer, and barest of distant scraping noises, you consider your options. You do wonder about that- the condition upon your accord with the sky spirit, though you’ve never failed an accord the voice seemed very solid in its knowledge.

>Take the gem, carefully, and leave for different notions.
>Try something more with the skulls. (write-in)
>Do not take the gem and leave this place for different notions.
>Try to take one of its tools, one less secured by its bindings. (Black Feathered Wings, Black Claws)
>Same as above, but try for one of the more secured tools. (Sparkling Light, Multiple Arms)
>Something elsewise much considered. [Write-In]

>>392114
After a moment, a long moment, it returns no knowledge of the form before you, but cautions that if you lose all your vital cruor you’ll be incapable of bringing the treasure to the water’s surface. Well, though attentive you suppose it’s a very simple creature, its reflections of profound wisdom from before reminding you that they were, indeed, reflections. Ha- remarks a voice within your mind.

>This didn't get in the copy paste, its from the sky spirit answering the related question, sorry about that.

>>392119
>>Try something more with the skulls. (try to mimic the emotions we saw in the others to see if we can pick up more of the memories. Also inquire to the words and the dominio shift, and that spirit if possible.)
>Try to take one of its tools, one less secured by its bindings. (Black Feathered Wings, Black Claws)
>Take the gem, carefully, and leave for different notions.
Give off the emanation of time passing, things changing and this being able to be used to bring about something new and hopefully good.

>>392119
>>Do not take the gem and leave this place for different notions.
Our madness is probably trying to keep himself alive, we should listen to him instead.

>>392134
>>392139
>(try to mimic the emotions we saw in the others to see if we can pick up more of the memories. Also inquire to the words and the dominio shift, and that spirit if possible.)
>the emanation of time passing, things changing and this being able to be used to bring about something new and hopefully good.
These emanations work handily, however-

With differing trains of thought I'll ask that you vote by preference between;

>>Try to take one of its less secured tools; (specify one, there'll be a roll)
>Black Feathered Wings
>Black Claws

And;
>Take the gem carefully with mollifying emanations
>Do not take the gem.

>I'll roll an evil d2 in 10, though I dearly hope there won't be a two-way stalemate.

>>392153
>>Do not take the gem.
I don't really want claws or wings, so either one is fine by me if the other guy really wants them.

>>392153
>Black Feathered Wings

>Take the gem carefully with mollifying emanations


>>392163
breaking a pact is OOC, we've never done it before even at personal risk.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>392163
>>392172
>rolling d2:
>1; Take the gem with emanations.
>2; Do not.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>392177
And, for the wings, please roll 1d100 best of three. Considering the circumstances I'll roll the first.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>392172
There's multiple risks here though. The almost certainly trapped treasure, the sea spirit waiting for us or thinking about crashing the ship, and the leveled up sky spirit after we finish the accord. I'll go along with it though since it seems like it might be fun and it was already rolled to win.

>>392179

>>392179
>I've begun writing for this- though it's possible to roll higher if you crit.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>392179

>>391447
Hey Oscuro, I just wanted to pop in to say that you're a good writer, your world and mechanics are incredibly Intriguing and I'm seriously looking forward to seeing where this story goes. I can't participate all that much, but I'll try to drop off a response as often as I can.

Good Luck and Happy Questing.

>>392224
This pleases my ego very much anon. Thank you for the words and for any participation you can afford.

>post incoming

Sensing much more memory bound within the skulls you begin solidly emitting to each around the alcoves, one by one, mimics of the emotions you saw in others from the vision, and similarly so for your a focus of words and of the great spider draped in cloth. There are few differences, the visions seemingly aligned with each skull up to the final moments, but several in particular grant you new perspectives.

You’re looking up at the great spider from the perspective of someone small, and as close as you are you feel it is not a spirit at all, some small memory burgeons within your mind that you’ve seen many others, you’ve even played with one of their small ones in the great gardens of the central temple while their emissaries convened within. They’re from the far lands, though you’ve not seen these lands yourself, and their language was not one of the one’s you learned from the stones.

When you feel the world change you recognize, and speak of, the shift of dominions between great spirits- they’re trading their influence upon the world with powerful accords to wreak ruin upon the city, and for all your questions of why they’ve initiated the betrayal none of the older Curer’s give an answer.

In another visionary addendum, you find you’re the closest arguing with it, and you understand the language it speaks. Though foreign it’s name is definite within your mind, Loythsmein, and you’ve known this one for a long while. It’s the preeminent sage for spiritual matters among his people, with a focus on curses and bindings and blood consecration. You need to construct your argument well- you know that your master believes in his words more strongly than all others, it’s techniques are what granted her the tools she carries, and as far as they might be allies you can’t allow the future to be sacrificed for one city.
He was part of the delegation that first offered them for the services of the warrior sect. But you know it deeper, you know it’s not certain of the art it suggested attempting, a ritual of binding for Akiah- another name resonating distinct within the memory. It speaks with panic, emphasizing its points with many limbs, and you keep insisting upon its lack of knowledge while your kindred Curer’s argue much the same. Despair awashes the chamber deeply from your group when your master raises one of her many hands for silence, although you feel something similar from the arcanist you’d been arguing with.

The skulls dimming to silence in their effluences, emitting only what they’d had before, you look once again to the bound curer and decide to take the gem. With carefulness to avoid touching the bindings or chains you reach for the gem and cling to it with the barest of your darkness, and the hand upon it closes tightly.

You still feel no soul, no will nor mind, no aspects and nothing else within the form itself, and yet somehow it’s responded. You question what could possibly last beyond the ages, the eras of time and the intrinsic things of soul aspects and even will and mind, for anything that might allow such an act, but your secret knowledge grants no answer.

Instead, grip still firm and careful, you emit to the soulless cruorless husk of a Curer a great emanation of time passing, a sense of change and the gem within her grasp bringing about something new and hopefully good. The grip tightens, its withered clawed fingers holding the gem closely, but it does so only for a moment before opens. The way it does so has you concerned- it’s palm becomes slightly outstretched from the cloth, completely releasing the gem as though to wait for you to take it. You do, and all throughout this you feel no emanations from it, feeling lost as you wonder deeply at the circumstance. The hand returns, grasp loose, to within the cloth.

Not quite done with, you set yourself around to take the wings upon its back. You feel an incredible apprehension within you, growing maddeningly and halting your action, or trying to, as you touch the wings. As nothing further happens and you find no resistance and no movement from the form the wings wither apart from it and slip into your own.

You get no time to concern yourself with further ponderings as a shattering blast forces you far from the circle and you stretch out your wings to catch your fall, then flitting noisily from the scene before you. Several more of the great black chains burst, their links shattering against the stone and driving deep gouges in the rock. The soulless hovering form appears to slump while distantly, from the spiritual cave and from outside the temple, you feel the weakening of a word bound to sacrifice alongside the weakening of a consecrated slumber.

The bindings begin to wither into smoke, and the remaining chains appear to do the same. It is slow, but it’s certain, and within you you once again feel the maddening mortal dread of some aspect of yourself, though it speaks nothing. You hear the slithering from before come close to the chamber, just outside and looking in with an emission of strangely familiar wariness, the air growing moist just before it leaves with extreme haste.

>That wariness- you’ve felt it before, chase it down.
>You should try to focus on fixing the chains- or the bindings, though you’re not sure how. (further options to be provided)
>You’ll not concern yourself with either of these, instead you’ll go explore the other chambers of the temple.
>You got what you came here for, go back to the sky spirit above the waters.
>Something else much considered. (write-in)

>>392282
>>That wariness- you’ve felt it before, chase it down.

>>392282
>>That wariness- you’ve felt it before, chase it down.
Thank the entity down here for it's understanding and patience with a poor and new? Darkjana, before leaving.

>>392291
>>392313
>writing!

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You step close to the slumped figure, and emanate as best you can, soul to soulless, a gratitude of understanding and patience with a small solid searing darkness. It emits nothing in return, and does not move, though you feel the slightest change spiritual pulses from the sacredness outflowing from its chains and bindings. They’re not discernable, as you quickly move yourself out of the chamber, hoping with dread that those bindings remain secure as your attentions shift to the emanation you’d felt before.

You feel, rather than know, what that wariness belongs to. Your wings, though feathered limbs and not seeming quite connected to you, afford you a quick flight as you catch the tail end of a deeply inky darkness rounding a corner towards the exit. Feeling it’s nearly gotten away you emit something you hope is also familiar, your raw curiosity, to which the form stops. A head, much different than what you expected though very similar in form, pokes back around the corner with its abyssal gaze askance, observing as you land noisily upon the muck of the cave with a searing skid in front of it.

“Hello again, brother,” he seethes easily between fanged lips, extending the last word just a bit. “You did that.” He continues, stating what might’ve been a question with a slight vision of the slumped soulless Curor. “You must hate the Aniunakei evermore than I. It is certain death for this island when my old ally awakens.” He turns fully into the chamber, and you note that he’s much larger than he was before- his form takes up a good quarter of the cavernous entrance, and his tools appear very changed from last you saw them.

There is an inky glow around his form, not an azure edge but a deep sea blue of darkness expanding and holding over his , and though you sense his cruor is unchanged from before the water surrounding you responds with every slight movement he makes. He raises a great clawed hand and all the dripping sounds fall into a near perfect silence, the waters instead flowing in slow streams from above the cavern. As the cavernous entrance becomes humid by your contrasting natures, a low fog and mist growing from small winds, you feel him consider his options and then turn to leave.

“I have what I came here for,” he seethes as he goes, and you recall his mentioning of name when you’d released your decree upon him. “We’ve already parted ways,” he seethes as you follow with some difficulty in amongst the moist shadows. He turns to look at you, the illusory entrance behind him and the waters beyond shimmering slightly. He appears about to say something, emits wariness and then an extreme of resolve you’ve not felt before, and then turns away poised to dive into the suspended ocean waters.

>Let him go, and busy yourself with the remainder of the sunken ruins.
>Let him go, and leave to find the sky spirit.
>Emanate a question, or several, though you feel it must be a question that catches his attention. (write-in)
>Ask him to wait- perhaps you can accord his aid for something, or somethings. (write-in)
>Something else much considered of elsewise pondered and further figured. [Write-In]

>>392357
>Emanate a question, or several, though you feel it must be a question that catches his attention. (write-in)
What he meant about certain death? and what he meant by you did that?

>>392357
>>Let him go, and leave to find the sky spirit.
Guess we should bail and finish our accords before his old ally goes berserk on the island.

>>392357
>Let him go, and leave to find the sky spirit.

>>392369
>>392382
>>392395
>writing

You start to emit a thought- though halt as you think better of it. He doesn’t wait a further moment before diving into the waters, his form vanishing into the rippling ocean alongside his emanations. As he goes the waters return to their former momentum, the dripping increasing as the humidity and fog ceases its growth. You turn your abyssal gaze across the ruin’s, pondering perhaps trying to fix those black chains and bindings, though you’re unsure and the madness within you grants a distinct apprehension to the idea. Though your curiosity remains for the other chambers you decide it would be best if you focused upon your accords, and so step through the illusory barrier into the ocean.

Nature diminished, you swim along the darkness upwards, thankful for the fact that the gem within your grasp emits very little, while you see the sea spirit still circling Davidge’s ship in the distance. You lay one more look as you leave the sunken city of Ine-Anakoa beneath you, the consecrated slumber within the deep chasm weakens, slow but certain.

As you rise you move towards the closer shore of the far jungle, from where you feel the emanations of the sky spirit awaiting you. It’s must’ve, In its strange cleverness, figured that you may not want to have to evade the sea spirit to get back to it. You emit the idea, through your accord, and it returns a reflection of a deeply profound wisdom.

As you surface upon the waters, the gem solidly in your grasp, it looks up to you with deep emanations of satisfaction. Seeing no reason to delay further, you stretch out the gem, and it grasps it in gliding wings clumsily, the gem being almost equal to its size. It falls back with a light puff on the sand, and from a small mouth it extends a strangely long tongue, or proboscis, though its unclear which it is. It begins fashioning the gem into shape with its small limbs and odd licks, though stops as you continue your red-tinged abyssal observation. You emit, cleanly, the idea of word bound to soul.

Freed from its attentions it places the semi-fashioned treasure aside, righting itself with some struggle. It acknowledges, with a vision of a roaring maelstrom and a terrible abyss, that it would probably be a good idea for you to rest the accord before it finishes the task.

From within itself you feel it emit something- distinctions of aspects, and of your reward you suppose. They’re simple, and they’re the selection of what you’d promised –any one of its aspects weighing three or less-, and it emits the further idea to you for you to ponder your selection.

>>>Pick any One of this offering made to you, Dark Spirit.
>BROKEN HOPE [1]
>SIMPLE ENTHUSIASM [1]
>PROFOUND HAPPINESS [1]
>ECSTATIC ACTION [3]
>PURE DELIGHT [3]

Further, however, some deeper insight afforded by the strange madness within you, you feel something more of the small sky spirit’s soul, something far beyond manifold aspects. Major, spiritual, and resolute- answers the assuring voice within your mind, some mortal apprehension attached to it. A slight insight deeper into its soul, for the pleasure of your curiosity, small one-

Unsure quite what to make of this information, you emit a question to the small sky spirit of learning any one of its tricks, something also importantly defined within your mutual accord. It emits, very simply, that you make your selection of an aspect first.

>Look deeper into the sky spirit's soul, beyond the aspects its showing you.
>Do not.

>>392382
>>392395
>Not asking a question when it costs us nothing.

really guys?

>>392474
>ECSTATIC ACTION [3]
>Do not.

>>392474
>ECSTATIC ACTION [3]

>Do not.

>>392474
>>PURE DELIGHT [3]
Will we get another chance to look into its soul like this? Might as well take a chance. Maybe finish the accord first if we can get another chance at it.

>>392478
I just couldn't think of a question worth asking. No need to waste time when he made it pretty clear that we did something dangerous.

>>392493
That's an idea.

So far, I'll write for
>ECSTATIC ACTION
and
>Do not

But if the majority would like to do so, after your accord is rested, please vote between;
>Yep
>Nope

>writing!

>>392522
>Yep

>>392522
>>Nope

>>392522
>Yep
I'm sure a quick peek wouldn't hurt anyone.

Seeing fit not to listen to the madness within you for the time being, you emit a reflection of its ecstatic action. It nods, as much as it can while perched on its small legs, and separates the aspect from itself with ease. You reach and grasp it, the world not slowing as it becomes a part of you, and you feel another figment of a tool burgeon within you. The small sky spirit stands back, or rather it flops back, though you’re unable to question why as it emits another reflection of profound wisdom at the tumultuous darkness wreathing itself around your form, the sand at your feet searing nearly into glass.

>Maturation: 40/54.
>TO; Maturation 43/54.
>Maturation threshold (42) passed!

>>>CHOOSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TOOLS.
>Short piercing claws like hard charred stone numbering three to each limb.
>A gaze still abyssal, but with fire in their depths.
>An ashen undercurrent to your searing form, smothering and baleful.
>Scales like deformed embers, protective and spiritually ablaze.
>A maw, strong though speechless, from which springs powerful teeth.

>More to follow, but go ahead and pick your new tool first!

>>392543
>>A gaze still abyssal, but with fire in their depths.

>>392543
>>Short piercing claws like hard charred stone numbering three to each limb.

>>392543
Hm.

Well, let's try the preference graduation voting!

>Please list your top three picks in order of most preferred, the majority of the highest preferred option will be selected.

>The next post is basically set except for this but I'm gonna take a short 30minute break, will return for the will of the deciders and subsequently with the post for you deciding upon which trick you want.

>>392564
>A gaze still abyssal, but with fire in their depths.
>Scales like deformed embers, protective and spiritually ablaze.
>Short piercing claws like hard charred stone numbering three to each limb.

>>392564
Hey OP, it took me a while to catch up since you write a lot, but I've enjoyed the quest so far and I'm glad you chose to continue it.

My vote goes:
>Eyes first
Then
>Scales
Then
>Ashen undercurrent

Unfortunately I have to sleep now, but I hope to catch you next time and really participate.

>>392564
>Short piercing claws like hard charred stone numbering three to each limb.
>Scales like deformed embers, protective and spiritually ablaze.
>An ashen undercurrent to your searing form, smothering and baleful.

>>392564
>>A maw, strong though speechless, from which springs powerful teeth
>>Scales like deformed embers, protective and spiritually ablaze.
>An ashen undercurrent to your searing form, smothering and baleful
I want that toothy grin.

>>392573
>>392575
>>392576
>>392588
>Scales in second place take it beastly by a majority of four over its runner up of eye's in first place with two!
That's sounded awfully confusing when I wrote it, what I means is
>you gettin' scales now

>>392575
Excellent.

You skim the memories of your new aspect, and find it one of quick flight and soaring escapes, though put it to rest to for a later time while you focus upon your new tool. The burgeoning of senses clarifies- you feel yourself grasp within your mind the image of deformed embers aligned as scales upon your solid searing darkness, and you instantly feel yourself become sturdier.

They’re not even, tapering as though between large coals along your greater limbs while thinning into flickering embers closer to your joints. You note your hands and feet are more solidly defined, though still linger with the remnants of their former amorphousness. You trail a testing hand along your face- your visage still largely remains its searing darkness from before, flanked by your horns that sweep menacingly low and forwards.

Like before, you still feel you ought to be able to strengthen each of these tools in some way, though your secret knowledge answers with nothing. The small sky spirit remains staring longingly at its half-fashioned treasure while you finish your tests, and to it you emit the idea of a want for one of its secrets. Up to you from its small form it emits that among spirits these tricks are called secrets, sacred arts engaged through enactments of entirely spiritual natures, with a further emanation of oddly powerful shrewdness that among spirits these are the most valuable things.

Its emanations become abstruse as it further coveys that these are considered the utmost personal things to spirits, as unlike attainments or tools they cannot be stolen, only given or earned through effort. It does not expand on it’s final points in a vision of what that effort entails, though you feel it nearly did, as though it’d restrained itself. Regardless, it reveals to you inklings of its spiritual secrets, though stresses that it cannot answer further as to any specifics- as doing so is what grants the knowledge.

>>>Choose any One of the following Secrets from the small skyjána, Dark Spirit.
>Diminish: For those with truly mighty forms this secret grants a means to instill smallness upon oneself. This negates the benefits of vital cruor but makes one materially and spiritually ambiguous. Costs 1 Vital Cruor to both engage and reverse.
>Cruor Veil: The strength of your vital cruor is obscured from discernment alongside any deeper natures it carries.
>Internal Sacrifice: Voicelessly sacrifice any of your own soul aspects to strengthen any other soul aspect, of yourself to your own or of yourself to any other soul.
>Sacrificial Recombination: Sever and mix the properties of any two soul aspects to align them together for the price of one aspect and one quarter or one third the other aspect's weight. This cannot be done with aspect's weighing less than three.
>Lament of the Primordial Breath, 1st Dance: ???.

>>392625
>Lament of the Primordial Breath, 1st Dance: ???.

>>392625
>>Lament of the Primordial Breath, 1st Dance: ???
mystery box

>>392634
>>392645
>Lament of the Primordial Breath, 1st Dance: and
>writing-
For next time. Almost got nine hours, but I got a little bit of work today so I'll call the session now.

Alongside the previous checkout by the madness and the completion of your accord, we'll also see what happens with your mystery box and, of course, your other accord.
>pastebins will be updated sometime today

Thank you all for participating, and I hope you'll be able to enjoy the session continuing tonight at 5:30PM EST/9:30PM GMT.

>>392658
aight see you alter boss thanks for running.

>pastes updated
>ruin's repopulated
>ancient evils awakening
>session continuing in 1 hour

>>392658
Thank you for writing this quest! I enjoy reading it! Looking forward to the adventures of this shadow creature!

>>393591
Excellent.
I hope you continue enjoying it anon, and;
>post incoming, with some slight delay

Standing above the slightly glassy sands, the air warm with the aftereffects of your growth, you emit your desire for the secret you find most peculiar. With a lightly fluttered nod the small sky spirit grants you a very detailed vision of rushed movements and motions, swinging at first but stalling with abruptness only to continue with a new sudden fierceness.

At first that’s all the vision grants, but as each motion is repeated in succession a spiritual power releases from the world surrounding the figure- an aura that then condenses deeply within the form. All in all, you feel it takes quite some time, and the sky spirit communicates that this is best engaged in a place of spiritual power, sacred or otherwise, and that it can also be engaged alongside other mortals and spirits, though it doesn’t expand on any effects.

You note the figure in the vision did not carry a form similar to that of the small sky spirit, or yourself, it was something ephemeral and acutely erratic, and so you emit the question to him. With another fluttering nod he grants the thought that the motion will adjust to your form, or the forms of any others. Expanding with an inquiry as to the nature of the power, the small spirit simply shakes it’s head, emitting that it’s a primordial power, and it’s used it most often to glide further and faster or call winds from the surroundings, though you feel it restrain some further answer. Possibly some other secret, you muse. As it looks back to it’s treasure, and then to you, you emit satisfaction at the completion of your accord.

>AN ACCORD RESTS COMPLETE

And as it rests, you linger upon the suggestions of the assuring voice within, and make your best attempt to you deep within the soul of the fuzzy glowing spirit as it licks the treasure into shape. Within your abyssal gaze, somehow boosted by intrinsic knowledge from one of your aspects, you feel its deeper, more major, aspects reveal themselves.

[Aspects of a Small Sky Spirit, revealed by a Secret of Arcane Insights]
<SHREWD ATTENTION [20]>
<PRETERNATURAL CUNNING [24]>
<CELESTIAL WISDOM [30] {SUBDUED}>
<EUPHORIC MANIA [32] {SUBDUED}>
<POTENT WICKED YEARNING [38] {SUBDUED}>

You stare at the small thing, slightly stunned and searching your senses, considering first that you may be mistaken and yet the aspects within its soul feel true and spiritually certain. As it finishes fashioning its new treasure you consider that you’ve never seen aspects weighing quite so heavily, though you emit nothing to the questioning of it for the moment.

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As the new gem fashions it appears to shine, and then it vanishes within the gliding wings of the sky spirit, and you note no outward changes for the thing. You question this openly, and it responds enthusiastically with a vision of a gem becoming filled with aspects and memories over time, the effects only becoming pronounced as the spiritual stone fills. After, it looks back to the ship, and the sea spirit beneath it.

Upwards to you it begins emanating, like before, a proposal of word bound to soul of helping the pirates as well as he can, as well as aiding the strength of Davidge’s fading soul. It’s conditions remain simple; it’ll help them alongside you so long as they’re on these islands, with the condition that before you set to leave with your mortally accorded you smash a dark blue stone isolated in a very distinct pot within Ijana’s hut. It clarifies that it knows of a way to distract the sea spirit, and that for any dangers posed by other spirit’s it can offer a great deal of aid, each point emitted alongside a reflection of profound wisdom.

It’s price is simple, it will seal with fifteen vital cruor, though it carries an odd addition you’ve not seen before. It speaks that in addition to the fifteen vital cruor, and to weigh out the grantation of the accord, you swap and equivalent amount of twenty five vital cruor. You consider it, wondering that perhaps that’s an interesting way to offset grantations without either of you losing a great deal of power. As before, it leaves the decision up to you, but emits that it will be willing to share at least two more secrets with you for this- each to be specified after its completed aiding Davidge and you’ve broken the odd blue stone.

>This is quite to your liking- you’ll agree to the accord of its aid for the cruor and secrets.
>Actually, you’d like to propose an amendment. (write-in)
>For the moment you’d rather not, you’ll find some other way to deal with the sea spirit and the treasure seeking pirates.
>Something different or additional, first considered, and then put to action. [Write-In]

>>393922
>>For the moment you’d rather not, you’ll find some other way to deal with the sea spirit and the treasure seeking pirates.
Our madness made me be suspicious about this guy and when a deal sounds too good, there's always a catch.

>>393922
>>For the moment you’d rather not, you’ll find some other way to deal with the sea spirit and the treasure seeking pirates.
>Be polite though.

>>393922
>>For the moment you’d rather not, you’ll find some other way to deal with the sea spirit and the treasure seeking pirates.
Paranoia wins the day.
>>393960
yeah, polite win the day. Can spirits communicate in a polite or rude manner though?

>>393917
>CUNNING
>WICKED YEARNING
yeah, not trusting that little fish spirit.

>>393966
Well, it depends on the undercurrent you have with the refusal, or affirmation. Your former inky companion would be a good study for this, though most of his own thoughts were focused and specific. Much like your own, actually.

>>393946
>>393960
>>393966
>Yo your deal be sweet but I gotta say no
>>>politely

>writing!

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You emit a polite refusal of his suggested accord, to which the small fuzzy sky spirit nods with an emanation of odd resolve and a nuanced certainty as it turns to climb up one of the rougher palm trees upon the beach. You expected more of a reaction, something different or perhaps even offended, but it simply hops off the treetop with a small summoned gust as it glides back to the pirate ship. My thanks for making use of my wisdom, small one- sighs an assuring voice within your mind, its mortal apprehension alleviated somewhat.

Seeing fit to return to the ship as well you make your own hop, a harsh searing jump off the beach, and beat your black feathered wings noiselessly through the darkness above the sea. As you land and emit your presence to Davidge he looks to your red-tinged abyssal gaze, whilst you note the small sky spirit perched upon his head adjusting position with the movement.

“What were those visions?” He asks blandly, half emptied bottle in hand as he lays against the upper deck railing, similar bottles around him empty of the dark liquids. You suppose inwardly, that like with Uluwehi, Davidge was granted fragments of your visions since you are accorded with each other. You emit that he should not be too concerned about them, though his frown merely remains as he stands.

“So, it’s darker. Just a sliver of moonlight. Your power works better now, right?” He asks, more blandly than before, to which you emit a warm and soulful confirmation. “Right. Let’s go!” He hollers, his men not responding instantly, some hesitation trailing among their many emanations. You note he’s not wearing the black-brown band that activates the ship’s power, as it rests within his satchel. He did mention it was draining to use, to Uluwehi, but beyond that perhaps he prefers not using it.

With a scowl he barks another order, fires his pistol into the air -away from the sails-, and they return to their preparations with the narrower boats and their packs of supplies. You feel it would be a good idea, as you see a good thirty men of the crew board the smaller more frail vessels, to now consider how you’ll be dealing with the sea spirit. You feel it below the ship, no longer circling, and its emits a eagerness alongside an undercurrent of vile success. You note Davidge motioning for some to stay behind, the small sky spirit correcting his position atop his head at Davidge’s movements.

>>>Current Vital Cruor: 34/??. [HP/Influence] [Abilities: http://pastebin.com/fUbaui1h]
>You could try to negotiate with it, assuming it’s not accorded to destroy them, or perhaps attempt an Accord of your own with it. (write-in emanations or idea of a deal)
>Perhaps there’s something you ought to urge to Davidge- a change of plans with his preparations or something else.
>You’ll attack the sea spirit directly, just wait for it to go after the small boats and attack it beneath the waves.
>You’ll try something else, or an addition. [Write-In]

>>394132
>>You could try to negotiate with it, assuming it’s not accorded to destroy them, or perhaps attempt an Accord of your own with it. (Inoffensiveness but determination, politely inquiring if it would let us pass.)

>>394144
This. I don't want to fight it unless it gets on land somehow.

>>394144
I'll support this too. Maybe ask it if it wants something that's not the people under our mortal's care. Maybe it has something it seeks in the jungle that we could retrieve while we're there?

>>394132
>>You could try to negotiate with it, assuming it’s not accorded to destroy them, or perhaps attempt an Accord of your own with it.
Just ask if we can pass in a polite fashion. if no ask about alternatives or conditions that we might use to satisfy both parties requirements.

>>394144
>>394167
>>394180
>>394190
>writing!

>>394144
>>394190
'Super-big sea monster! Fight it... wait, no, talk and reason with it!' I like it :), reminds me of Chinese dragons that were revered as well as feared (also talked to prob.)

>>394233
You might enjoy the chasm surrounding Ine-Anakoa.

>post incoming.

You emit to the sea spirit, as the men begin lowering the boats, an inquiry if it would let these men and yourself pass. You tinge the thought very carefully with an undercurrent of inoffensiveness; though maintain the polite inquiry with a sense of determination. Evidently not having noticed you until now, it surfaces to look at you directly while the men lower the boats just beside it, and though you emit nothing you feel another strange dread growing within you as the men continue their actions in complete ignorance.

It tests one of the boats, rocking it easily with a small though sudden wave, its gaze maintained upon you with a slight emanation of mockery and the idea that you’d weakened its previous accord yesterday- when you first came to the far jungle.

“The dark is cursed, the water’s are cursed, everything here is cursed!” Spits one of the pirates, though the others merely fall into breathless silence as the men upon the ship pass down the oars.

You emit further, more solidly, that if it wants anything from the jungle or upon the land, or some condition you could satisfy for some terms of safe passage. The sea spirit looks to you, then to Davidge upon one of the smaller vessels, and then more specifically to the sky spirit perched upon his head. Davidge himself is eying the waters with no hidden suspicion, his own emanations being rather fearful, and though his men say nothing you feel them become wary at his actions- some even taking longer glances around the darkness upon the waters, raising lanterns and seeing nothing themselves.

The sea spirit emanates a distinct inquiry of word bound to soul to the fuzzy spirit, to which the sky spirit emits refusal with an intonation of certainty. Further you feel it ask the sky spirit about you, an evident undercurrent of trustworthiness passed with the question, at which the sky spirit looks from the seajána to you.

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The dread returns in steady motions while you feel the sky spirit looking into your abyssal gaze, considering its own thoughts with a depth you’ve not felt from it before. Before your fears can speak it turns back to the seajána and emits confirmation with an emanation of trustworthiness, a vague vision of a solid searing darkness suffusing your thoughts and those of the spirit within the waters. You feel the sky spirit communicate another vision, an accord rested with a spiritual stone, an idea of zero infractions to the deal, and an alacrity to the completion of the terms.

A wave rises with one of its longer arms, nearly tipping the boat Davidge stands upon, and though he retains his footing smoothly some four of his men splash into the waters. You didn’t quite expect this- the sky spirit clearly communicated your trustworthiness. Before you emit anything the seajána looks fiercely into your red-tinged abyssal gaze and emits terms, terse and solid, it will sparse these men if you take Ijana’s sacred knife and burn it into nothing.

It emits the idea alongside the cold place it mentioned before, and of some longing and release, alongside a mutual trade of thirty vital cruor. You feel its finality for these terms, and as the surprised pirates cling back to the boat with hands rushing forward from Davidge and his men to bring them out of the waters, you consider your options.

Silently, quite subdued and very slight, the small sky spirit emits that its previous deal still stands.

>You’ll agree to the seajána’s deal.
>You’ll try to change the terms a little. (write-in)
>Rather than either of those you’ll accept the aid of the small skyjána.
>Refuse and attack. [other options to be revealed]
>Something else much considered or additional. [Write-In]

>>394364
>>You’ll try to change the terms a little. (write-in)
Bringing the Dagger to the seajana in a neutral place.

>>394404
>writing

>>394404
For what purpose? Either way we have to somehow blow past Ijana and maybe we can get something neat from burning the knife.

>>394364
>mutual trade of thirty vital cruor.
The sky spirit brought this up too, does that mean we also put forth 30 cruor? That sounds like a bad idea.

>>394444
Indeed. Alongside offering to you the amount it speaks of you equivalently offering the same amount.

>still writing!

>>394457
Lets try to lower the cruor then, maybe 15 or 20.

>>394461
>including!

>>394444
>For what purpose? Either way we have to somehow blow past Ijana and maybe we can get something neat from burning the knife.
Give it the knife, then take it back immediately and return it to Ijana. We'd have fulfilled our side of the accord to the letter and possibly get the dagger without having to permanently backlist ourselves to the natives.

>>394471
That would mean stealing it back from the sea spirit. Maybe if we made the neutral area on land since that way we could just kick the things butt and be done with it.

>>394560
>>394471
Hm, these are neat ideas. I recommend you keep them in mind.

>post incoming!

Oh, uh
We should ask seajana what exactly happens when an accord is weakened or, heavens forbid, broken or rendered incompletable.

>>394586
>I was wondering when someone would ask that question, I'll delay the post to sneak it in.

It emits the vision of Ijana’s dagger to you, though the vision is not very detailed, you find it to be more lines than anything definite. In the vision it’s reaching out one of its limbs to the dagger, the slightest bit of sacredness emitted from it, and at its contact the limb seizes. It clarifies readily with another image of Ijana stabbing it with the very same dagger- and it matches one of the memories carried by your aspect of melancholy. You feel it’s certainty grow that even if you acquired the knife that on its own it is unable to complete it’s desires for destroying it, and it emanates this with a deep tone of bitterness, that it needs a power that can absolutely destroy the Curer’s tool.

It swims gracefully to the other boat, rocking it with a wave and spilling another few amount of people into the waters, though you note no malicious emanations alongside the act. At your evident, though not emitted, confusion the sky spirit upon Davidge’s head emits to you attentively that the sea spirit is merely stalling them while you converse on terms. However, they’re getting restless now, drawing pistols and waving lanterns fearfully alongside their previous mumblings, while Davidge whispers to the darkness beside the small vessel.

“What the hell is going on?” He questions honestly, the small sky spirit adjusting to his motions. You feel his trust faltering by a large amount, while the sea spirit looks once again back to you.

The vision is vague, once more outlines than anything definite, of you burning Ijana’s dagger- though this time it adds the condition that you do so before you leave the island. It emits even greater resolve alongside its communication of a mutual trade of thirty vital cruor. As the pirates once again pull their crewmates from the waters, the previously dunked ones still dripping wet, you emit a change to the idea of perhaps lowering the cruor amount-

What you first feel, spiritually, is the small sky spirit fail its emanation of caution as you begin the idea- cut short as the sea spirit leaps up from the waters and latches itself to the railings of the deck you’d alighted yourself upon, staring into your abyssal gaze with fierce eyes inches away from your visage. It questions if you’d be planning to break the accord, and you feel its suspicions rapidly growing, you emit that you’d only preferred to lower the amount. Solidly, very close to you, it emits that a mutual trade is for enforcing the trustworthiness of the deal upon both parties. If itself, and you, are to be true to their words bound to souls, it says that nothing less than fifteen vital cruor is necessary. At this the air gains a sudden coldness, nearly freezing, and you feel it to be some power emitted by the sea spirit.

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You emit a question as to why it suggested an amount of thirty, and with an emanation of bitterness it pushes its head forwards towards yours, your gazes growing closer as you flit back just slightly. It speaks that you emit nothing and that although it trusts the small sky spirit that doesn’t mean it wholly trusts you. It admits that for the task an amount of twenty five is sufficient, but it would go no lower. At this you emit a question, gently, of what happens when an accord is weakened, or perhaps broken.

It rears back with wild emanations of derision, opening its jaw and displaying spindly sharp teeth in many numbers. As it returns to closeness, gaze locked with yours, it emits an insisting question of your profound ignorance. As peaceably as you can manage, you emit a small affirmative, not quite feeling like you ought to respond to the insult. You feel the madness within you laugh, it is a mortal laugh, and you feel it find something supremely hilarious. I wonder what- it exclaims within your mind, and in the periphery of your vision you feel some shadows twist and wreath in the night, though not at your command.

It’s vision is not simple, this time, as you sense a disdaining oppression of the idea that all power and sealing comes at a cost, and reinforced with promised life the accord responds in likening to the natures of its sealing- very strongly and magnified upon the party breaking the deal. The vision itself alongside this is of a woman upon a small vessel, and you find her strangely familiar- it’s the woman from your memories of contempt and betrayal, the one left to float along southern waters.These island waters, you realize, as within the vision the seajána merely emits bitterness at the woman pleading against the rising tides, and watches her as she tries as well as she might to flee to the beach, and then into the jungle. The sea spirit follows on land, not emitting any sort of power of itself, as you see the courtly dressed woman stop at the sight of Ijana in the jungle.

The great waves do not follow, ceasing their height and power before they reach the shores, but you feel the spiritual power they held follow the woman determinedly. All the waters of the fungi jungle, the small pools, the droplets hanging upon leaves, and all in the air itself, slowly convene towards her. The air grows cold and frost starts making its way across her skin, while Ijana speaks distantly and with pleasure upon the idea of a powerful accord broken harshly. The woman gets no further time to speak as her final breaths leave her freezing form, and at spoken sacred words originating from Ijana a strong aspect of contempt and betrayal is absorbed by a familiar stone within the Healer’s hand.

As its visions finish you feel it some slight desperation- an emanation the spirit tried to subdue, and as the men holler to each other it speaks of a secret of the sea it will share, something very precious to it, if you’re willing to Accord for its freedom from this place with these conditions.

A familiar resurgence of resolve surges from its form that if you decline it will not even try fighting you, and with an emanation of profound vile bitterness it grants a faint outlined vision of men pulled deep into the ocean. You feel, but do not divert your gaze from the sea spirit, the emanations of the small sky spirit’s awareness upon your closely glare-locked forms. You feel, innately and deeply, that this sea spirit will act very desperately to distance itself from this place.

Under skydark and starlight, the faintest sliver of a moon high above the sails of the Mad Jewel, you see the men right themselves upon their smaller boats and prepare to leave while the sea spirit before you whaps a slightly greater wave into the boats, and so you consider your options.

>You’ll take his newer, more expanded deal- you’ll destroy the knife for safe passage and a secret of the sea.
>Same as above, but with a plan in mind to not destroy the knife.
>You’ll emit, to the small sky spirit, that you’ll take his formerly spoken deal.
>You’ll take neither- and do your best to aid your mortal accorded in reaching the shores of the far jungle.
>Something else, ah, much considered small one. I’ll help if only you ask. All I ask in return are your weak buried hopes, the smallest of a voiceless sacrifice.
>A different or addition.[Write-In]

>>Also;
>Say something to Davidge (write-in)
>Do not. (simply stay silent to him)

>>>Gonna wait a bit longer for this one. Sorry for the return of the baleful walls of text.

>>394723
>>Something else, ah, much considered small one. I’ll help if only you ask. All I ask in return are your weak buried hopes, the smallest of a voiceless sacrifice.
Aww yeah, time to give into the madness.

>>394723
>>You’ll take his newer, more expanded deal- you’ll destroy the knife for safe passage and a secret of the sea.

>>394746
>>Say something to Davidge (write-in)
Also, try to tell him to be patient or else we're in for a bad time.

>>394723
>You’ll take his newer, more expanded deal- you’ll destroy the knife for safe passage and a secret of the sea.
Assure him that our interests lie not in fighting fellow spirits, even should they not be our direct darkness-imbued brethren. Spirits should aid one another when possible, as eternal friendships are evermore valuable than fleeting mortal ones.

Tell davige that we have to appeal to a great spirit of the sea, in order to get him across the precarious waters safely. Maybe show him a very short vision in the form of the appearance of the seajana, to prove how intimidating it is.

>>394723
>Say something to Davidge (write-in)
There is a hostile sea spirit we're attempting to parley with it so he and his can pass unmolested.

>>394774
>>394752
>no one else wants to feed the crazy voice inside our head
Oh come on, these two spirits are hardly trustworthy, might as well trust ourselves. 'Sides, it's just one aspect. Even if things go horribly wrong, we can just fix things when we get there.

Writan for;
>successful negotiations and powerful accords
and
>show davidge the sea spirit, warn him of patience and speak that you're attempting to parley so he doesn't get destroyed

>writing!

>>394803
Maybe one day, anon.

>>394803
I'd prefer to help this guy, and maybe feed the voice later, when it wont burn any bridges with potential allies.

>>394806
>potential allies.
A sea spirit that has been pretty damn hateful towards us and made it damn clear that he wants to eat us shouldn't be an ally. What's to say that as soon as the accord is done he won't just get on our ass now that he's free from Ijana?

>>394813
Most likely a behavior learned after many betrayals or attacks against it - the earthjana and the curers both seem to have bad relations with it, and we did directly see one betrayal. It might just be a personality defense mechanism, to intimidate others into not even considering betrayal. Besides that, it was already revealed that at least some part of this intimidation was out of desperation for freedom.

There's still the possibility of him being an asshole, I agree. But some measure of faith in the goodness deep down in others should be held, and I like to think he's going to end up more than an angry hate-machine who lashes out at everything even when such things help him directly.

Are we making enemies of the tribe then? When we made the deal with the pirate guy, we made him promise not to fuck with the tribe, so
I thought we were just playing both sides for all it was worth. We won't be able to ask much from the tribe after this I think.

>>394926
Not that it probably matters much anyway, the tribe being doomed according to inky.

>>394926
>we made him promise not to fuck with the tribe
Did we? That's not in the pastebin so I don't know what you're talking about. We're just looking out for ourselves, I don't think we're looking to side with anyone in particular.

>>394990
WE did.

>>394926
>>394975
anons don't pay attention, shocker.

>>394999
I'm kind of the same dude, but I appreciate it. Nice trips btw.

You put up a solid searing limb and emit something of small patience to the sea spirit in front of you, though its gaze does not break and in return it warns you that it will strike if you move. You assent to this, though it emits only confusion in response. To your mortal accorded, Davidge, as clearly as you can manage, you emit something of patience with the slightest urging, and grant him some momentary darksight alongside your spiritual visions.

He looks around in surprise with not a smirk but a deep and honest smile, the night revealing itself completely while you inwardly suppose this is his first time truly seeing through the depths of night. His men watch him closely as he beams a smiling gaze first across the shores, then the horizon, then the sliver of moonlight up above, and as your own patience thins you urge him to look upon the ship and the sea spirit locked to your gaze.

“Damned seamonster!” He barks with some fear, his men suffusing the world with confusion at his wide-eyed antics and words. You emit further that you’re attempting to parley with the creature, and that he ought to remain where he is and be very patient while you do. You make certain the sea spirit feels this emanation- and note the barest slackening of its vileness in response. Emitting to Davidge to toss a torch into the dark of the night, and with your spiritual gazes relocked, you emit firmly that you’ll take his deal-

And at this his jaws open and grab you by the neck of your searing scaled form just below your red-tinged abyssal visage. You emit inwardly you may have made some terrible mistake, but you see it’s fierceness vanish it pulls you quickly into the waves, the lit torch thrown by your mortal accorded caught just barely within your solid searing darkness while the spirit pulls you through the waters to the shore. You note without the sky spirit accorded your vision only barely pierces the sea dark.

The madness within you burgeons in fits, though you do not act- you feel all hostility from the sea spirit abandoned into some quiet silent desperation as its desires tumble within its mind and soul. You reach the shores of the far island shortly, not too far from the ship as you can still see it, and he quickly emits the conditions specified before.

You feel, distantly, great levels of confusion from the pirates at the torch moving across the water in the darkness, and you further feel their distant gazes lingering upon your position- though you know they can see nothing. Tapping its maw for release and then alighting as well as you can upon the sandy shore you emit the confirming reflection for the deal, and place the torch between you. You notice a gliding form perch itself on one of the palms some distance from you, observing very intently as the sea spirit trails a limb from the waters to the torch, digging a small moat around it.

After a moment it looks to you, and you’ve already reached out your scaled searing darkness in your offering for the Accord. It bows, slightly, and reaches one of its grasping limbs to lay gracefully upon your hand.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPHjZZMCuQU

Once more you note how different this feels, the onset is quiet, and you feel the world still itself. Based on his vision you’d expected something less serene, but world only quiets further as you feel nothing but a deep power being called from the water and darkness between you. All at once a strange coldness permeates the air as the waters below the torch freeze, and then further outwards upon the sandy beach, ice forming and cracking noiselessly. Just as slowly the fire of the torch between you builds, encompassing it entirely as the flame is edged in a serene darkness. Around your forms, from the iced air of the night, a pulsing power swirls with a sure and certain slowness- and alongside this the perfect dark of the world is slowly put to a solid rest, the moment frozen as though you’ve induced an aeon.

It’s different, however, the world retains its colors and there is movement from the spiritual power pulsing around you, all the searing edged dark and frosted air and waters slowly crawl their way inwards towards your forms and encapsulate you in what you feel to be as though the depths of the deepest ocean. You feel immobile in this place, the world and your forms each freezing though somehow the fire within the darkness maintains its inconstant shifts.

Just as the world deadens into complete stillness you feel you almost see it truly. It is fractions, pieces and parts, each containing some measure of power or form- something inherent, something granted, and as you feel it the world itself seems separate from you, as though you’re not to be here, or should never have been. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, and you recall the words of Cloudseer, and how it spoke that like you it is also a parasite of primeval realms. Uncertain in thought, but still determined in will, you alight your concentration to the consecration and between you, red and shining within the frozen tide and framed brightly against the serene abyss, mists silently consecrated cruor.

The world does return to what it was before, though much slower as gently as every motion resumes and the searing night recedes with the freezing waters. Then you feel, innately- and also as though a powerful emanation, several something’s of a great distance from this place take notice of your action, and of the action taken by your newly accorded sea spirit.

>AN ACCORD IS STRUCK: As dual witnessed by the Silent Torrent and the True Abyss.

You each watch each other for one more moment, the torch between you smothered and the tiny moat refilling with sand. It emits patience, though you know with the added condition you’ll have to get this sorted before leaving, and you watch it swim gently into the waters while you emit to your mortal that it is safe to traverse over the waters. As he reaches the shore and forwards his men through the smaller jungle, you nudging his direction so they’re aligned correctly with the path to the red temple, he turns his gaze across the night until he sees you.

“So,” he whispers to his shadows, this time looking correctly to your location as you’ve allowed you’re your darksight, “you’re not the strongest spirit on this island. What was that tide back there? The air got cold, and everyone’s one edge.” He says quietly, trying to watch you for a reaction though you return none. From his men, as they prepare themselves more thoroughly, you feel that they must have seen something with the torch- but not much of anything significant.

As his men pass in front of him with their preparations a small tide washes away their heavy prints in the sand while you steady your gaze and heighten your senses for any other spirits- though you feel nothing other than the sea spirit content to swim nearby. There is still the fuzzy spirit perched upon his head, but he remains ignorant of it.

“Any other surprises waiting for us? It’s gonna take a big payoff from that temple you showed me if I’m to maintain order.” He whispers the honest question, then directing more barking orders at his crew while he takes up one of the larger lit torches.

He picks it specifically, you note, while most of the men have lanterns with more focused light. At his left walks one of the younger pirates, while at his right is the greatly bearded pirate named Brian. The younger appears to be struggling with a great pack and a great amount of rope, while the older holds a lantern forward through the darkness. Mildly, you do not recall actually seeing treasure within the red temple- you’d not fully explored it. There were offerings not taken left in the chamber of confluence, though you’d not inspected the other altars, and so their value is unknown to you. A madness within you laughs at that fact- though says nothing further.

>Answer his question of danger and treasure, you’ll want him prepared for the red temple. (write-in specifics, and your emanations)
>Alternatively, don’t answer his questions.
>Perhaps, small one, make him pay for answers. Your aid isn’t specified in this place, is it? He paid you nothing for helping him escape certain death, after all.

>>>AND;
>Go ahead of them- get there before they do and scope it out.
>Remain by the crew’s side as they traverse the jungle.
>You still recall the location of that cruel lust from before- perhaps you’ll take this opportunity to search it out.
>Something else, or something additional. [Write-In]

>>395074
>>Answer his question of danger and treasure, you’ll want him prepared for the red temple. (Show some of what we've seen and ideas of everything else. Yes there are lots of artifacts of this dying island. becalming and assuring.)
>Remain by the crew’s side as they traverse the jungle.

>>395074
>>Go ahead of them- get there before they do and scope it out.
The red temple is the one where Ijana's daughter was at yeah? We should definitely warn him to be careful and watch for storms and the woods. There's still an earth spirit in there so we probably need to do something about it.

>>395107
this works.

>>395074
How long has it been, anyways? Is it yet time for him to offer more cruor to us as part of the original deal?

>>395121
Still the start of night, it's several hours from when your next payment is due.

>>395128
>Whoops, clarifying correction:
>It's just after the start of perfect dark, the sun has set very completely and there's only a few hours left until your next payment.

Writan' for;
>>395107
>>395114
and with emanations/visions of >>395107 and >>395108

>writing!

And for something else, please roll me 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>395140

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>395144
The 90's have made a return!

>>395144
Sonuva-
>writing

>can still crit if you'd like to try for it

>>395151

>>395151
>>395177
fail

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>395151
I'll try to redeem my shit roll with a crit fail.

>>395180
What ya typing in the field Anon?

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>395180
.. Fuck my life.

You emit to him some visions, easily made through your accord, of lightning striking your form from a great spirit in the sky. He starts sweating, even though you’ve reduced your nature around his crew. Next you grant an idea of the small earth spirit from before and the jungle chasing you alongside the formation of great crushing sinkholes. His breath becomes ragged, even though you’re certain he’s not lost any cruor. Next, it’s the bog and its stone skeletons, your former inky companion and the odd structure of the temple.

He frowns deeply, gaining a sudden weariness though you’ve hardly trekked through the jungle. Next is a vision of the bored earth spirit from before, and then of the great four-eyed slanted abyssal gaze of Cloudseer. He stops, breath stilling, and the procession of his crew waits patiently, eying the darkness of the jungle with open suspicions.

Well, he asked and you answered, he ought to be a little more pleased. You emit so, though he doesn’t move, gripped by some inner fear. Instead you then urge calmness, and then an assuring vision of your power- your aspect of madness stirs at this, though you don’t utilize it for the urged emanation. Further you grant visions of artifacts, of the odd smoky eye-orb, and of the leftover offerings of the temple, and of the red ruin’s perhaps having wealth within them. After a deep breath he sets out to move- though not as quickly as before.

You feel Brian next to him restrain a question after looking at the men behind them, instead fixing his gaze forwards to the light of the lantern. Thankfully, you note they hold them away from themselves, and so at least between them the night is perfectly dark, though Davidge’s large torch casts fitful light upon the surroundings. The small sky spirit perched atop his head emanates something towards you, bobbing slightly in motion with Davidge’s slow stride, the idea of word bound to soul and that of a guardian.

First, he grants a vision of a bored earth spirit prowling the temple, the ruins and jungle, and the idea that it is nearly a third of the reason that no hostile spirits or any non-Aniunakei have returned from this place. You recall Brian saying something similar upon the ship, though his next emanation has you force your gaze upon him with some small growing dread.

He speaks of this, of word bound to soul and the idea of a guardian, in relation to himself and to the remnants of this island, though more specifically of the shining stones within the central temple. The undercurrent has your dread grow more, that the reason most don’t return from this place is itself- the small sky spirit perched before you on your mortal accorded’s head. It emits it solemnly, and after a great and deep consideration, that he’s been accorded by a great sacrifice to protect the stones from those not of Aniunakei blood. He explains that if he fails, or lets any reach the chamber, his powerful and ancient accord will harm him greatly.

The vision at this moment is one you’ve a hard time grasping, the will and mind and all the soul and cruor of a spirit shredded into oblivion- you did not think such a thing was possible, though you’ve not seen the fullest extents of powerful sacrifices. He explains further that as they close in, and get closer, he’s allowed to use more of his powers for the mission- and only a very little amount for any other task.

As it sets itself again, adjusting to the bobbing motions of Davidge, it grants a vision of a distinct pot within Ijana’s hut alongside a desire for its own freedom. He speaks that he will restrain himself so long as they avoid the shining stones, as it feels it can trust you to control the men through Davidge and prevent them from reaching there. However, it asks with an emanation of profound wisdom for your further assurance with a grave weight. You feel it will not accept some sort of compromise, while it further emits that it cannot fully act against the other temple guardian- the prowling earth spirit.

Outwardly you question its previous deal, how it would’ve aided you if it cannot fight directly, and in return the answer is simple, it has other means that aren’t fighting but rely on trickery. It poses the thought, a small reminder of the deal, that it can distract the other powerful guardian if you’re willing to free it, though to this your madness remains silent.

You emit a question to its sudden surge of clarifying honesties, and in return it simply responds that its observations lead it to believe you are reliable. You feel the group slowly nearing the ruins while you contemplate your answers, and you feel some spiritual power, ancient and true, building up within the core of the small sky spirit perched upon Davidge’s head.

>Emit that you’ll, no matter what, keep them from the shining stones or the chamber where they are.
>Emit that you can make no such promise- though you’ve some dreadful idea of how it may react to that.
>Emit nothing- you’ll neither make a promise nor specify that you cannot, though you’ve very little idea how it’ll respond to this.

>>>and;
>It’s deal wasn’t bad- but it will surely be challenging, so you’ll decline and deal with the prowling earth spirit yourself.
>You’ll agree, and accord for it to mislead the other guardian while the pirates scour the temple.
>Same as above, though perhaps you could accord some further conditions from it. (write-in)
>I can deal with this, I’ve seen it before, your buried hopes or any other aspect is all the power I’ll need, small one-
>Something else much considered. [Write-In]

>>395284
>Emit that you’ll, no matter what, keep them from the shining stones or the chamber where they are.
Seems easy enough, they're already somewhat frazzled. We can just spook them off if need be.

>I can deal with this, I’ve seen it before, your buried hopes or any other aspect is all the power I’ll need, small one-
This refers to the bored earth spirit yeah? Lets go and have him help out. See what he can do.

>>395311
I should probably correct- it's speaking of the small sky spirit before you.

Though if it gets majority you can ask for the madness's aid against the earth spirit, as that's certainly doable.

>If any other's wish for that, specify!

>>395284
>>Emit that you’ll, no matter what, keep them from the shining stones or the chamber where they are.
>You’ll agree, and accord for it to mislead the other guardian while the pirates scour the temple

>>395318
Why would we need help with the sky spirit? Seems to be as simple as just saying no and that we can handle ourselves. I'll change my vote for dealing with the earth spirit ourselves and calling upon madness when/if things go poorly.

>>Emit that you’ll, no matter what, keep them from the shining stones or the chamber where they are.
Is sure with the deciders so far, and I'll pose one further vote of;

>You’ll agree, and accord for it to mislead the other guardian while the pirates scour the temple
>You'll deal with the earth spirit yourself.

>>395357
>>You'll deal with the earth spirit yourself.
We would have way too many accords going on and I'm still suspicious of the sky spirit.

>>395367
>Confirmed!
And on that note I'll be calling the thread for now.
Thank you all for participating!, and for next time, prepare for battle.
Next session tonight at the same time, hope to c'ya then.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>395394
Lets get the shit rolls out of the way then. Thanks for running and see ya next time.

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So, it seems to me like just about EVERY spirit on the island has been sleighted by the curers in some way or another, recently or long ago. I would have thought that the loss of their empire may have helped to serve as an important lesson to them, but they still seem keen to use and betray and enslave the spirits. I might be misreading things though, admittedly.

I'm starting to think we should start making accords primarily to help free other spirits when we finish with davige - it would help our fellows, earn their gratefulness, and possible net us great secrets to be learned.

Speaking of secrets, it may be pertinent, when we know more of such secrets, to offer accords in the form of trading one secret for another secret, just to increase our repetoir while spreading useful knowledge. From what we've seen of the skyjana secrets, there may be some secrets innate to particular types of spirits, so there very well may be a secret or two that we have innate knowledge of, but haven't stumbled upon the right subject for it to be brought up from the depths of our mind. For this, is may be pertinent to ask the Mad Voice as to how secrets are discovered in the first place.

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>>396365
Further thoughts:
We know there's a magically powerful empire that spans the seas, and that even davige had access to magic that can pretty severely mess with spirits - and he's low-tier as fuck. Spirits working in unity, rather than separately or against each other, is important for when that empire finally decides to fuck with us. Our powers combined could control every aspect of the environment, and even their sorcery would have a hard time against the combined might of a unified force of spirits, each unbound and free to use the full extent of its power.

Spirits as a whole will still have to accord humans for cruor, admittedly, but that's not too big of a deal if they do light accords and mostly with the uninformed.

>>396365
You bring up good points, and I'm totally for being the Harriet Tubman of spirits. I think we should focus on getting the whole story as best we can, maybe even returning to the dark spirit from the temple and asking a few questions. Also, if we are going to wreck the knife, might as well accept that sky spirit's offer as well.

>>396707
>Harriet Tubman of spirits
I dunno, I was thinking more along the lines of gathering power to make sure no one would mess with us. Obviously a few buddies here and there would be great, but most of these spirits are sketchy at best.

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>>396707
Part of me thinks the stone is tied to the seajana in some way, and that the sky spirit wanted to hurt it in some way.
But after recent information, it might be what binds it to protect the temple stones. It's hard for me to say.

If only we had Seethe to talk things through with. He was a bro.

>>396727
Spirits have been relatively amiacable if you ask me. Other dark spirit takes being enslaved on the chin with no grudges and even the forest spirit walked away when we told him we didn't want to fight.

>>396949
>walked away when we told him we didn't want to fight.
More like we literally beat the fight out of him. We gave him a chance to back off and he persisted, so we messed him up. That's the kind of thing I'm aiming for.

>neat ideas noted
>ancient powers observant
>coffee consecrated
>thread resuming in one hour

>>396988
The way I recall it was the spirit was doing some freaky glow shit that was messing up our Perfect Dark bonus, we told him "yo, calm down bro," he called us a massive puss as he walked away, then we wrecked him. My point is almost all of our diplomacy attempts have been successful. If anything, we're the sketchiest spirit on the island.

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>>397028
We await the fiery darkjana's exploits eagerly

>>397053
Wasn't that the first time we fought? The second time after plenty of warnings he kept watching us and we teamed up with Davidge to kick his butt into next week.

>>397081
As far as I know, he was accorded to keep Davige in the village, so he HAD to attack.
He was very wary of having to fight us again, yet saw no alternative. Bit of a stupid one, really.

>>397081
Yeah, I was referring to the first fight. Didn't count the second because he was accorded to keep Davidge in the camp. Don't remember the warnings though.

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Given its visions and the solid memory of its aspects as you’ve seen them, you return a firm declaration that no matter what you’ll keep these pirates from the chamber of shining stones. The small skyjána returns thanks with a genuinely earnest gratitude, though within it you feel some unease as you communicate dealing with the earth spirit yourself. It wobbles a bit as the pirates advance past the edges of the ruins with a question of your certainty, to which you respond with confidence. Lightly, you feel him emit to you an idea of luck imposed on a vision of your embered darkness and an idea of faith, after which it nods with some further idea of safety.

It hops off Davidge’s head and you feel it fly towards the central temple, granting one last emanation of sincere wishes as it glides away. Shortly, before you and the party of pirates led by Davidge, the deep red ruins of the former Aniunakei capital reveal themselves- though their full splendor and the temple itself is mostly only visible to Davidge. The entire party is hesitant, but as you look at the men fanning around their captain to get a better look you feel their desirous effluences cascade into the night, the ruined city before them lit only by a sliver of moonlight.

You once again feel the sacredness emitted by the silvery shining puddles in the streets and houses, and give a small warning to Davidge that he should avoid those if it starts raining, though you feel his interest in them for other nuanced reasons. Feeling he’s not entirely heeded your warning you grant another vision, as you did before, of lightning and a great spirit of the sky, and the temple being the only safe haven from it. He nods, though says nothing. All in turn, the pirates each take a wary look at the city, your abyssal gaze noting the small spirit of the sky gliding into the ancient edifice while you pick up some banter from the sizeable party coming to a halt.

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“No one’s returned from this place, aye? I know Blackwren sent men here, so did Walther when he was with us,” speaks one of the men lighting an additional lantern behind Brian, to which the older pirate nods while he observes the eyes-wide Davidge looking through the solid night. “So where’re the bodies? There was nothing in the jungle, not even bones,” the sailor finishes with an emanation of fear.

“Logic would dictate,” Davidge barks confidently, though you feel your previous visions tinge his reasoning, “that either they lost their way, died when they found this place, or found that temple,” he points through the darkness, though the men can only make out its silhouette against the stars, “and died in there.” He falls into a moment of silent thought, while the younger man next to him rests his overly large pack against a ruined wall.

You feel Davidge looking at the ruin’s and his crew, formulating a plan upon some deep considerations, though you wonder if you ought to urge him something specific for his approach to the ruined red capital. You feel his ideas as he thinks them, though only barely, and mostly due to your accord and proximity. His idea seems to be fanning out the party into groups, scouring the city house by house, then meeting at the foot of the temple. Underneath the barest moonlight, surrounded by the perfect dark of night, you ponder some ideas while the lantern lit pirate’s whack away buzzing insects with small curses.

“Well, boss?” Openly questions the older pirate Brian, holding his greedy gaze over the ruins. As he speaks, you recall your most recently acquired secret, and that this is indeed a place full of a great deal of sacredness.

>It will take more time, perhaps several hours, but urge him to maintain the group as they search the ruins.
>His idea will save time, and you’d like to try your new secret, so you’ll let him make the order.
>Urge that he ignore the ruin’s and go straight for the temple, though his men are clearly eager.
>An addition/Something else. [Write-In]

>>397388
>>His idea will save time, and you’d like to try your new secret, so you’ll let him make the order.
But STAY the FUCK away from the area the spirit guards. WE could with some effort kill all his crews, that thing with some effort could destroy the entire city, and everything in it.

>>397388
>>His idea will save time, and you’d like to try your new secret, so you’ll let him make the order.

>>397400
>>397488
>writing!
And, for something related, please roll me 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>397502

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>397502

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>397502
I got this.

>>397520
!alright
>writing!

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“Split up,” he barks, “three to every team, scour the ruins house by house and holler if you find anything. Or don’t.” The men around him look to him with acknowledging smirks and emanations of eager greed, though the younger man at his side seems confused. Wholly, their response makes you feel as though this is something he’s said before, perhaps often. “Finder’s keeper’s boys!” he barks into the night, to which the crew go forward in groups while the mortal named Brian and the young pirate stay behind with Davidge.

“We’re staying here?” The younger pirate asks in a low voice, some measure of cowardice beneath it.

“There’s still the temple,” Davidge returns as he bends down to the puddles that shimmer in his great torches’ light, “but this is quicksilver. This place is full of it, pricy stuff for alchemists and the inland magi. Given the rebellions this is worth thrice the same weight of gold.” He empties one of the lanterns, then stretches his hand out to the younger pirate.

“Get me a spoon, Will,” he asks, and from the large pack the younger pirate produces a wooden spoon, which Davidge then very carefully fills the emptied lantern with. He does this for two more, very contently accruing the strange semisolid sheen that emits sacredness, though does no further as he hands two of the filled lanterns to the mortal named Will, who struggles with their weight, while keeping another in his offhand as he picks up the torch. You take the opportunity to emit to him that you’ll be preoccupied for some moments, and that he mustn’t go into the temple unless he desires his own very certain destruction.

“We’ll wait at the base of the temple,” he says into the night, more to you than to the mortals around him, and after a brief and happy nod he strides forward through the red ruins towards it.

You wait for them to gain some distance, and for the first time in quite a while you’re left alone amidst the perfect dark of night, no soulful effluences of others, no lights confining your form, and you feel a profound ease permeate your being. As you see the torches and lanterns trail through the city in confined groups, popping out of sight and then into sight from the many houses, you decide now is the best moment to attempt your newfound power.

You wait for the pirates closest to you to finish scouring one of the clearer streets and move on to the next, and then recalling the motions you enact the secret.

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They’re just as before, and you mimic them as closely as you can, swinging your solid searing darkness with a motion that feels ancient and nearly as though you’ve done it countless times before- though you feel the forms of the movements shift within your mind, adjusting to your body and its semi-crouch as you stride one searing limb deeply forward and pivoting on it as you engage in an inconstant dance of a wide circle. The movement adjusts to your arms as well, instead of the harshly erratic form in the vision you instead move them forward and up from your sides, somehow nearly forming themselves into hands, but not quite. You feel nothing, no aura and no power releasing from the world, and so continue as the torches move in and out of the houses of the red city while Davidge rests and chews some reed by the temple steps in the distance.

Then, suddenly, as you complete a third wide circle of the movements you feel a profoundly ancient power emanate from the surroundings, as though urged from all the world itself, and you feel an innate sense to stall your movements abruptly. You do- and then the movements shift their changes into the further secret, and you engage them again with a sudden fierceness in a smaller circle. The world, in response, seems to sing with emanations of soaring climbing excitement and an ancient ceaseless power, and that idea itself appears to condense into an aura first around the circle of your fiercely flitting movements, and then compresses as you follow the secret into a smaller more definite stride.

Your movements become harsh, though compact, smaller and faster repetitions of what they were before. The aura itself is barely perceptible to your spiritual senses, something light and airy, though strong and filled with potential. The world becomes alight with harsh contrasts, the hues rippling in mystifying transfusions right up until you reach the center and what you feel, innately, to be an anciently consecrated power. It mists into you, bound and very completely, and you feel your will awaken upon a newfound power- alongside a vision that feels familiar.

>Primeval Breath: 2/?.

The power itself you’re not quite sure about, though you feel you only need to will it, or urge it, to or upon something to see what it does. How extremely interesting- sighs a distinctly spiritual voice with an odd mortal emanation of curiosity within your mind. That ought to help us greatly, small one- further sighs the assuring voice.

Ignoring it for now you look to the ruins, noting that in the time you’ve spent the pirates have only scoured barely half of them- though there’s something odd, the pirates in one of the left block seemed to have gather together to speak about something, and you feel very distinct emanations of fear from them, a fear that feels extreme. Taking a better look around you the world seems duller, only just slightly, as though it’s lost some nascent vitality. Further, you feel the power is deeply connected to your soul, though to what extents you’re not sure of.

>For now you’d like to test this power- though you’re curious as to what you’ll do with it. (Write-In experimental ideas)
>Perhaps you’ll check out what’s got them spooked, you don’t want to be here all night after all.
>Just go to Davidge and wait for his crew to assemble, they can settle their mortal problems themselves.
>Something else. [Write-In]

>>397761
>Check out what's got them spooked.

>>397761
Take to the skies to investigate the top of the temple, and perhaps search the clouds for any spying spirits. Let the breath of wind and fire carry your flight with ease.

Question the voice of madness on innate secrets, and if one of fire and shadow might have some, even if they don't know the details yet.

>>397797
Just peek in, we do want to kill some time.

>>397797
>>397808
>>397837
Since none of these are mutually exclusive, will write for
>take to the skies with an attempt of using Breath, destination templetop and attention to scouting
>take a peek on your way
and
>Question the madness on innate secrets

>writing!

>>397754
So, were we breakdancing?

>>398033
Nah, you didn't tumble across the ground or anything. Although if you know of any stand-up dances that share a similarity with short inconstant circular motions that close into a single point you'll probably figure out what that is. And maybe...

>post incoming

>>398134
Uhhh...
I dunno, to be honest. Only thing I can think of is a waltz, but it has a partner.

You set out to investigate what’s got the pirates emanating fear, but first you want to test something. You extend your black feathered wings out, and jump your solid searing form up into the night, urging the primeval breath to carry you forward- and out from you, an aura of elation that feels ancient extends to the world, and you feel the world respond.

Nearly, you feel the power try to grasp something from your aspects, though its attempt seems stymied by your will, and before you can urge anything alongside the power you’re grasped by a harsh wind as it thrusts you high into the air, a loud and certainly audible whoosh rolling over the ruins alongside your summoned gust. You note it did not take much of the power to do this, though you suppose it’s a simple use, and yet you wonder further at the nature of the secret. You recall the sky spirit speaking of it being possibly used alongside a mortal or another spirit, but it did not speak to the effects.

>Primeval Breath 1/?.

As you near the pirates, noting all the lights and their searching pause at the sudden wind, you elect to attempt some communication with the vicious madness within you, wondering at the oddness of somehow communing with yourself- though the voice seems very distinctly different from your own thoughts. The question is simple, one of secrets and one of innateness to natures of fire and shadow, and any further details it might know. It takes a moment, but the answer is clear and contemplative.

Secrets are claimed from the spiritual realms- it begins with an assuring sigh. Though I myself know little of- it stops, and you feel something change, some shift of awareness or memory. I know- burgeons the assuring voice, though it feels somehow different. Of darkness born the abyss is what holds our secrets, small one, and so it is for spirits of other ilk. One may if they wish seek secrets from realms unaligned to their natures, if- it stops, while you feel once again some shift in awareness. Indeed, and if you’d like access to such realms with ease you need only ask- the voice stops suddenly with another shift.

No. What you must do is offer me an aspect, and I will wreath open the night into the abyss so you may traverse it at your leisure, small one- it finishes with its assuring tone, then falling into definite silence. Not quite sure what’s going on with your aspect of madness, you close upon the fear emitting pirates with a short glide, catching the tail end of some conversation.

“What do you mean ‘gone,’ are ya daft?” Harshly questions one of the men, to which the other returns a scowl.

“They’re gone,” he bites the word off with a gulp, then continuing with a lower whisper, “there’s only lanterns left, they were right down the street.” He points first to the empty street, and then to the unlit lanterns he carries.

“No footprints, just lanterns on the ground. None lit, nobody around,” whispers another of the more fearful men. “When we took a look we saw no footprints. Like they stopped right outside the house down there,” he points acutely to an empty dwelling down the street, though you sense no special emanations from it, “then we heard a noise.”

“A scraping sound,” the other interjects, brow sweating profusely, “and Jacky vanished, when we turned around his lantern was just left where he was-“

“On the ground. Unlit,” the calmer but still afraid pirate interjects, “We’re going to the temple steps and letting the captain know. But we’re not going alone, and”

“Fine by me, we’ve only got the small bits of gold scattered in the houses,” one of the calmer men speaks, though he ponders something deeper, “don’t you think it’s strange? The gold looks like it was left here, every house we’ve come across it’s in some corner, and only a few coins. Like it’s, y’know,” he fails the thought, or seems to, though the others appear to understand him.

“Think he knows something, the captain? He threw that torch into the water, barking about a seamonster, then that strange wind came from the beach and everything went silent,” one of the as of yet speaking pirates pipes quickly, emanating rushes of simple fears. “Did he get cursed by that witch? Is he leading us to our-“ he doesn’t get to finish the statement you note, the calmer of the pirates unslinging his pistol to the man’s face and pulling back it’s latch.

“Go ahead,” he speaks evenly, and the fearful pirate falls into silence, at which the man holsters his weapon. “Let’s go. I’ll believe Davidge has betrayed us when the god’s rain hellfire from the skies. It wouldn’t surprise me if the savages trapped these ruins- the jungle they hide in is a deathtrap.” He speaks each point evenly and the men follow him towards the temple steps, taking hard glances away from the fear emanating man. He follows quickly before he’s left behind, while you quicken your flight to the top of the temple and perch your solid searing darkness roughly, doing your best to observe the night.

You sense nothing further from the skies, and the skies are quite clear, very little clouds mask the starlight and the few that pass over the moon are not thick enough to hinder its sliver of light. You do observe further the jungle and the ruins around you, noting nothing new, and no spiritual emanations. So you turn your attention inwards to the temple beneath you, feeling only the small sky spirit within, nestled somewhere close by the shining stones.

Some small dread marks the fact that while you can feel the chamber of confluence you sense nothing within it familiar of the earth spirit from before. You muse that perhaps it’s just because of the overpowering sacredness of the chamber, though you recall your inky companion and yourself very much sensing the bored anticipation of the prowling earth spirit from before.

Turning your attention back to the ruins you note the assembling of the pirates that ceased their search halfway, all converging on Davidge while they discuss something. Far from them, in the corner of the ruins at one of the far ends of the other city blocks, you see a lantern wink out- and though your vision pierces the dark you cannot see perfectly across the distance, although you feel you ought to be able to sense any emanations from that area.

The two other lantern lights in the same location stop, and then vanish. Beneath you, upon the temple steps, you sense great argument break out between Davidge and his crew- though the source appears to be Brian and the cowardly crewmate from before. Of another group close to the same block in the distance you see another lantern wink out, and the other lights stop and move quickly into a house.

>The argument between Davidge and his crew should be your focus.
>Instead of that, go find out what’s causing that lanterns to vanish.
>Instead of any of that, you’ll check the chamber of confluence for the earth spirit.
>Perhaps you’ll find the sky spirit from before, and get some answers.
>Something else much considered. [Write-In]

>>398198
>>Instead of that, go find out what’s causing that lanterns to vanish.

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>>398198
Find the cause of the vanishing lanterns.

>>398198
>>Instead of that, go find out what’s causing that lanterns to vanish.

>What a speedy consensus!
And for-
>find the cause of the vanishing lanterns

Please roll me 1d100's, best of three.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>398272

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>398272

>>398277
>will write for this in 5~ if none get a higher roll. I recommend that you do try for a higher roll.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>398272

>writing!

You set your mind to task on figuring out the cause of the vanishing lanterns, hoping that Davidge can handle his crew well enough. You hop noiselessly this time and glide down to the last location, the two lit lanterns within the house at the far corner of the ruins. You do feel an emanation this time- something subdued, something semi-interested, but you feel as though it permeates the ruins themselves, not specific to any location.

Outside, you see only one unlit lantern on the ground, heavy emanations of deep fears laced with nuanced concerns emitted solidly in waves from the two pirates in the ancient house. Flitting gracefully down you examine the lantern itself, noting nothing particularly special about it, only that it’s unlit and resting on the ground. Not yet satisfied you look inside the abode and see two men breathing heavily, pistols unslung and pointed at the darkness of the windows and the doorless entrance. They glance at each other, their lanterns shaking and the house and street cast with their fitful illumination, none seeming to make any sort of noise for a good amount of time.

“Did you see it?” One whispers fearfully, at last piercing the silence while you observe them, “just there, then gone.” The other shakes his head, scanning the darkness in front of the house as well as he can. He maintains this until you all, pirates and searing dark, hear footsteps and voices pierce the night with noise and light.

“Hey! The captain says everyone is to assemble immediately and get to the temple,” exclaims a tired voice from one of several men down the street, though the men inside offer a look to each other and shake their heads.

“No- no,” one of them stammers, “you go on ahead, we’ll stay right here,” he speaks resolutely, fear thrust from his soul in waves. The trio of pirates give each other glances, unsling their own pistols, and advance towards the house. You step out of the way of their intended stride and alight your darkness closer to the house across the street. The man of the trio trailing furthest behind stops as his lantern winks out, and in so small a moment as when you grip upon a soul he is pulled into a bush he’d stopped near while his lantern falls silently to the ground. The remaining two of the trio striding forwards to the house notice nothing.

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Next to you, sharp light red eyes that shine through the darkness silently reveal themselves from the overgrowth, right next to your horned visage, and you feel something shear painfully into your searing darkness. It’s more of a harsh prod- but it damages your cruor all the same, the scales halting its progress but only so much.

>Vital Cruor -3

“Let’s play,” the familiar feather faced gaze offers excitedly, then vanishing its bulk completely within the overgrowth- though the bush ought to be far too small for it.

Rushing away from the overgrowth you sweep your abyssal gaze across the street hastily, looking all around you, feeling the emanations of something subdued and semi-interested suffusing all the ruins around. You hear some small gleeful cackle, spiritual in nature, exude from the foliage itself.

You recall the words of your inky companion on earth spirits, and how he said you each were lucky you were facing the small one before- a creature of vines and roots. With some panic you surmise this must be very different, and as the men now notice their disappeared companion- though you notice something much more concerning, your wound feels strangely spiritual in nature, some foreign nature afflicted deeply into it. That’s stronger than I thought- sighs an apprehensive voice within your mind.

>>>Current Vital Cruor: 31/??. [HP/Influence] [Abilities: http://pastebin.com/fUbaui1h]
>>>Earthjána’s curse: -1 Vital Cruor per action.
>Though you’re not accorded urge these men with haste to Davidge.
>Urge to the men something other plan. (write-in)
>Bait it, then induce an aeon to strike against it completely.
>Your buried hopes small one, quickly now, before we lose too much-
>Something else much considered. [Write-In]

>>398550
>Urge to the men something other plan. (write-in)
Shoot at it, so we may use the fire of the cinders to harm the beast and alter their bullets with our emanations.

>>398550
Give in to what the madness asks, but make sure to ask it not to act against our accords, or our promise to the sky spirit.

>>398550
>>Bait it, then induce an aeon to strike against it completely.
This too >>398562
I want to give into madness, but we should try to handle i ourselves first.

>>398586
We have no way to rid ourselves of the curse that we know of.
If we get rid of it sooner than later, not much influence is lost.
If we dont get rid of it at all, we lose eventually.

Of the approaches so far I'm sensing an urging to the men to shoot at it, and if you're to alter their bullet's you'll need to use your Dire Imbuement while remaining in place, and then further to induce an aeon and strike the spirit.
I'll align the baiting with the urging to simplify things, since neither are contradictory.

However that's still quite a bit, two separate DC's even, so we'll engage the rolls after one small detail;
>Give your buried hopes to the viciously unhinged madness, with a warning not to act against your accords or promises.
>Do not give it your aspect of buried hopes.

>Will wait 'bout ten for this.

>>398680
>Do not give it your aspect of buried hopes.

>>398680
>>Do not give it your aspect of buried hopes.

Aye! And so first, for your bait/urging and imbuement;
Please roll me three 3d20+30 [Jána of the Night(Perfect Dark)]+30 vs. a DC of 75 [Jána of the Earth(Perfect Environment+??)] +10 from Unaccorded Urging.

Rolled 5, 3, 11 + 30 = 49 (3d20 + 30)

>>398744
Jesus that DC. Time to get whipped.

Rolled 11, 10, 13 + 75 = 109 (3d20 + 75)

>>398744
Should honestly just give the hopes to madness, senpai. He seems confident he can help.

Rolled 17, 18, 11 + 30 = 76 (3d20 + 30)

>>398744

>>398750
I put the wrong mod there, whoops.
Reading while typing shit

>>398750
>>398752
Failure! Not a superb failure though.
And the next, with the inducement of an aeon, for your strike aimed true;

Please roll me three 3d20+30 [Jána of the Night(Perfect Dark)]+30 vs.a DC of 25 [Jána of the Earth(Perfect Environment+??)] -40 from Induced Aeon.

If you want, you'll succeed this either way.
>writing!

Rolled 20, 5, 20 + 30 = 75 (3d20 + 30)

>>398765
Rolling anyway to get rid of my terrible luck.

Rolled 6, 11, 13 + 30 = 60 (3d20 + 30)

>>398765

>>398778
>dem dice gods

>still writing

Rolled 11, 20, 8 + 30 = 69 (3d20 + 30)

>>398765

Rolled 8, 15, 18 + 30 = 71 (3d20 + 30)

>>398765

Power and internet are godawful as fuck, don't know how long I'll be connected this time but I'll try to push the post out through the storm.
>Trivial fact, this is my fourth time trying to post this.

>writing and saving

Sure in knowledge that the dark is your ally and your former action with Davidge can be repeated you flit your form to the center of the street, emitting nothing and easily figuring the earth spirit is just waiting for you to get near another bush- and so as the mortals collect themselves and begin marching back fearfully to the central temple you step near to them, nearer to a bush, and still yourself for your prepared imbuement. A flash of bright eyes reveals itself from the bush, and so you spring your urging to the pirates to look in its direction and fire their pistols, granted the barest of spiritual visions of the earth spirit.

Three panic completely, falling to the ground at the sight and the new senses harshly imposed on their souls and minds, two of the fallen scrambling into the closest house clutching their lanterns while the two standing appear to need no urging and point their pistols at it. It quickly glances to you first at this, initially in surprise and then in realization, though the undercurrent is extremely joyful and it smiles wide while you engage your imbuement of dark.

Their azure shadowed pistols fire through the perfect dark, noise echoing loudly through the ruins as they pull their triggers and in so small a moment as you grip upon a soul you rush your imbuement through the sparks forwards- but the earthjána leaps out of the bush, the bush completely incinerated behind it, and before you can even attempt turning your flames against it you feel another painful and afflicted shearing claw dig into your embered darkness while it locks its lighted gaze gleefully to yours. Within the afflicted pain you feel the attack is held back, though the claw lingers in your form for much longer than it did before. Regardless, it’s possible reasons escape you while you turn your attentions to your next plan of inducing an aeon.

Outwards from your form evaporates misty consecrated cruor and the world ceases with a cold shift into colorless grey and soundless, all bereft of emanations- including the two crowned earth spirit in front of you. Testing something quickly you attempt to take its crown but find it far too solidly nested upon its head, then remembering a weakness of manifested eyes from your inky companion you strike the earth spirit’s gaze deeply with your searing dark, and the world does not shift hard back into motion.

Your strike is complete, you feel, your action here is completed. You feel frozen in motion, strangely, within the frozen time. What, I’ve not experienced this phenomena before- sighs a contemplative voice within your mind, just as the world rushes back into motion and the earth spirit bounds with deep surprise down the street, clutching its ruined eyes.

A small dread grows within you when you see it exert some cruor and the small purple flowers beneath its greater white ones of its crown lighten and dim. It turns to look at you with a grin, its eyes completely healed, though its cruor is certainly less. It jumps into a bush, and then leaps from another behind you, more closely behind the pirates still aiming fearfully into the night.

One is shredded instantly, his back struck deeply and breath stalling before you can even alight your darkness with the barest motions. He falls while the earth spirit simultaneously grants a deep wound upon the legs to the other, then gives you some strange and knowing emanation as the man screams while his crewmate falls dead next to him. The earth spirit then jumps quickly into the brush it’d jumped out of for the attack as you wreath the night forwards towards it.

“You play well,” offers an excited voice from another bush behind you, “let us enjoy ourselves.” It offers further with a deep emanation of gratitude while your abyssal gaze witnesses its vanishing form and you distance yourself solidly away from the overgrowth. The man remaining in the street tries to scream and yell for help while the three still living cower in the houses close by, and you feel clear emanations from the crowd by the temple become very interested in what they’re hearing- though you don’t feel them approach.

You feel very much weaker than before but you’ve still got quite a few things you can try, though some odd changes in the voice, or what seem to now be distinctly different voices, each indicate some other possibilities.

>>-2 Vital Cruor for the two Actions from the Earthjána’s curse, -3 Vital Cruor from attack, -4 Vital Cruor from Induced Aeon.
>>Current Vital Cruor: 22/??. [Abilities: http://pastebin.com/fUbaui1h]
>>Primeval Breath: 1/?.
>>Earthjána’s Curse; Second Strike: -3 Vital Cruor per action.

>While you still have the cruor for it spill the flames of a lit lantern into the overgrowth- you’ll burn it all, though you’ll have to remain still to spread the imbued flames.
>Grant Davidge a vision of this and have everyone come here, you’ll make use of them in your battle.
>Same as above, but only urge that Davidge come.
>This is not going as I desire, small one, I urge that you grant me your buried hopes and grasp that screaming man before I must demand more to solve this-
>Ah, quite, you could do that but indeed you might simply consecrate the blood of the dead man-
>Induce another aeon with an action. (write-in or alongside one of the previous)
>Something else very much considered or additional. [Write-In]

>>399105
Surround ourselves with the flame and prepare to counter with the spirit when it comes to attack us. Use Lament of the Primordial Breath to increase our speed to hit it very hard.

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>>399105
>This is not going as I desire, small one, I urge that you grant me your buried hopes and grasp that screaming man before I must demand more to solve this-
>As this happens, eminate towards Davidge to have him and his men provide a blood sacrifice in your name - cruor to be given willingly, as mortals will not be much use outside of doing this. Warn him to stay as far from foliage as possible, as well.

>>399105
>While you still have the cruor for it spill the flames of a lit lantern into the overgrowth- you’ll burn it all, though you’ll have to remain still to spread the imbued flames.

>>399105
>>Ah, quite, you could do that but indeed you might simply consecrate the blood of the dead man-
Hey no skin off our bones, sweet deal.

>>399150
if no other votes, i could switch from mine to this

Though, I do still think urging davige to get his men to sacrifice cruor to us is a good idea, and it shouldn't take them very long

>>399130
Unfortunately you do not yet have a name. Congrats on figuring out something for later though!

>>399158
Since you can engage actions consecutively you may certainly support multiple actions, so far I've combined non-contradictory ideas and then had simpler votes for the more greatly differing options. And so;

Will write for;
>>399139
>>399128
>>399150
>>399158
I see some possible combinations.

First you'll attempt to consecrate the blood of the dead man, with a little bit o' outside help.

And so, please select one of each;
>Spill a lantern and wreath yourself in darkfire using the primeval breath, then go for the earth spirit as it reveals itself.
>Spill a lantern and burn away all the overgrowth- also using the primeval breath for the task.

>AND; [this would be happening prior to the above action]
>give your buried hopes to the vicious madness and grasp the screaming man
>do not do this

>>399195
>Spill a lantern and burn away all the overgrowth- also using the primeval breath for the task.
>give your buried hopes to the vicious madness and grasp the screaming man

The overgrowth constitutes its perfect environment, I'm almost certain of this.

>>399195
>Spill a lantern and burn away all the overgrowth- also using the primeval breath for the task.
>do not do this

>>399195
>>Spill a lantern and burn away all the overgrowth- also using the primeval breath for the task.
Sounds like a plan.
>give your buried hopes to the vicious madness and grasp the screaming man
I thought it was just offering the blood of the dead man, we have to give the buried hope and toss some other guy at him as well? Madness is a greedy bastard.

>>399198
>>399210
You really want to give this guy more control over us?

>>399215
If not now, then when? 'Sides, he seems like a cool guy.

>>399215
I would rather not lose all influence on the mortal world from an earthjana's curse.
Besides, the guy hasn't exactly steered us wrong in the past. He's been pretty helpful with his insight, even if we haven't asked for it most of the time. I'd say, given the circumstances, he deserves a chance.

>>399228
That could just be out of self preservation though. I'm mostly just curious to see what he can do.

>>399215
I'm curious to see just what this mad man can do.

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>>399198
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>>399210
Noting the affirmative, please roll first with...
Three 3d20+55 [Jána of the Night(Perfect Dark)]+30 [Arcanist’s Aid]+25 vs. a DC of 88 [Malus of the Balance of Taking].

Rolled 11, 20, 3 + 55 = 89 (3d20 + 55)

>>399254

Rolled 6, 13, 14 + 55 = 88 (3d20 + 55)

>>399254

>>399228
We still get a daily dose of cruor from our accord with the mage.

Rolled 15, 9, 18 + 55 = 97 (3d20 + 55)

>>399254

Rolled 2, 13, 5 + 55 = 75 (3d20 + 55)

>>399254

>>399259
>>399263
>>399267
>SUPERB Success!

And, one more, this is for your primeval breath boosted darkfire wreathed destruction of the earth spirit’s perfect environment. WITH;

Three 3d20+36 [Jána of the Night(Perfect Dark)]+30 [Primeval Breath: (1): +6] vs. a DC of 65 [Jána of the Earth(Perfect Environment+??)]

Rolled 7, 4, 6 + 36 = 53 (3d20 + 36)

>>399277
Isn't it more against the environment itself, rather than an attack against the spirit? Though, admittedly, i'm not sure if it has any methods to stop a spirit-fueled wildfire. It very well might.

Rolled 8, 11, 3 + 36 = 58 (3d20 + 36)

>>399277
welp we fail dc 29

Rolled 13, 8, 4 + 36 = 61 (3d20 + 36)

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>>399282
Consider that it won't stand by while you do as you please against its preferred method of attack.

>>399282
>>399284
>>399285
>Awful Failure-
HOWEVER.

Dark Spirit, you have a powerful tool at your disposal, your Searing Affliction. From the character sheet:
>Searing Affliction: Should you choose to your touch may force things to burn faster, while you may further sacrifice vital cruor to imbue your own shadows with greater flames. This is at a rate of 2 Cruor/+5 retroactively to all rolls you want this applied to.

And so, one last vote as I continue writing, please vote between;
>Spend 2 Cruor for a Failure.
>Spend 6 Cruor for a Success.
>Spend 12 for a Superb Success.
>Spend nothing.

>>399305
>>Spend 6 Cruor for a Success.

>>399305
>Spend 12 for a Superb Success.
This is probably the ONLY chance we'll get to do this, so if we can GREATLY weaken its environment, we stand a much better chance. Especially since the night is still young, and perfect darkness shan't be destroyed so easily as foliage.

>>399305
>Spend 6 Cruor for a Success.
Lets hope that curse goes away when we beat the earth spirit.

>>399305
>Spend 6
We'll get it back from our accorded. Or our accorded's enemies.