The Tides that Bind IC

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: At least he won't be able to hurt you... for now.

Within the confines of safe Sanctuary, you ask St. Cuthbert to send in his mightiest Champions. Beings of unrivaled power in the Multiverse that would even give the gods pause as the you close your eyes and await their pious answer amidst the shrieks of that beast.

Round 7

The creature brings down both his arms onto the ground, causing the entire bridge to shake as you nearly lose concentration of your spell. If this continues, The Great Bridge will come tumbling down with you on it.

Thankfully, The Champions have arrived, as two motes of golden light take shape:

Lantern Archons. Not the kind you'll find in Arcadia, these celestials are native to The Seven Heavens, home to the almighty Hebdomad. Small, but very fast, they should be able to bring down that creature or at least buy you some time as one of your prayers for the day washes into your soul like a cleansing light.


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Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory & Lantern Archons x2*

*A reminder that summons may act on the round they pop in, which is the current one. Gregory would have used this round to convert restoration into CCW, ending his actions. However, the summons can act.

Here's the archon for reference

@Daun: Even at top speed tonight, who knows if you can pinpoint that howl's exact location.

Halmathan is huge and even as a raven, it won't be a speedy flight through the sprawling gothic metropolis. However...

There's Camus Shatris, the Runestone Archmage. All the elf has to do is wish it so and you can be at your desired spot. Such is the power a wizard wields. You wield such power too and although there may not be a reason to warrant specific spells... why not?

Cawing at the night, you cause vines to grow around your black feathers that immediately wilt and are absorbed into your form as the sigil of a fish in white light appears on your left wing before fading away.

Perching yourself on Camus' shoulder, you look around at the immense City, shrouded in fog.

Time to go get some!


@Camus: Champagne?

Why name a weasel Champagne. You can't drink a weasel. I mean, you can if you use the right incantations, but who would do that? For now, Thing shall remain just that.

As for that howl... you got this. No matter how fast Daun may fly as a raven, a wizard is always faster. If there's trouble afoot, an Abjurer of your caliber must be aptly protected and so, while still flying, you draw the arcane sigils around you, making sure the druid is likewise protected.

Now, for the real trick...

The howl could've come from anywhere, but you're a wizard, Harry! You don't need a freaking compass, as a smile of triumph draws upon your face and you tug at your belt, causing the air around you to shake and rumble as reality is unmade for you, bending to your arcane will, that no one would ever dare question...


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Wait. Why does do you taste salt? It is mid spell that you are reminded of one of your earlier courses at Runestone, on the matter of casting spells:

... and remember class- for as mighty as our minds are, they are too beholden to the same frailties as those shared by the common mind. Never attempt to cast a spell while under the influence of an intoxicant. The results could prove disastrous not only to the caster, but those around him. Commit this to heart and... Mister Quivaris, are you drunk in my classroom????


@Daun & Camus: It's a mighty splash, followed by another and then another as both of you look around:

Oh... it's the ocean. Drenched and with Camus waddling about in his finest robes, Thing scampers up on the elf's head and slaps him on the forehead, clearly not amused at being thrown out at sea.

Well, at least it's a nice night. Full moon... but where's Halmathan?