Escape into the Mountain
Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 3:30 pm
The great roar of the sky chariot circling above vibrates through the ground. The group moves quickly through the tunnels left by the great beats that ambushed them above. Lycia guides them with eyes immune to darkest depths of the mountain. The tunnel gives way to natural rock caves and small chutes. No sooner then the party makes the transition, great concussions shake the mountain, and the tunnels from which they just emerged begin to collapse. The stone channels lead deeper into the mountain and eventually they find a cavern large enough to spread out and dare to rest. Zildjin launches his drift globe into the air.
Pebbles fall from above as the bombardment continues above. The old man, Chin-Chio moves freely now, mobility restored to his petrified form. He settles back into his seated stance. The dust and calcified deposits of the ages shake from his skin a it flutters almost imperceptibly. Color returns to his skin, a deep tan hue common to the eastern people, spreading across his body. His eyes glow cobalt blue in the dim light.
Daizan will shield us from whatever that is above. I have many questions, and I see from your faces that you have many for me as well.
A long conversation commences...
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He has no idea why these beasts or their masters would be after him. Unless they can sense his aversion to their corruption to the land, really the world, really the universe, pretty much just everything.
He feels the change ripping through the balance. He recognizes the wrongness of it. And he can sense it's heart. And it must be stopped.
He has been meditating for 10,000 years, seriously. He knows nothing of any Mind Flayers, Hell or anthing else that has not happened in the far reaches of the Astral Plane for the last 10,000 years. He is able to stop time for his body, existing without nourishment or change for...well he doesn't know how long, but at least 10,000 years.
Yes he has seen the Star Mother's presence in the Astral plane, seen her cosmic ocean and marveled in that space's intersection with the prime material for an unknown but probably long time. He compares Lycia to a sprout that has found its way to the Sun. And would venture that the Star Mother in her infinite vastness is more akin to a living energy construct and any sentience interacted with by Lycia is more likely to be Lycia's own spirit putting form to that which she strives to understand, which seems familiar.
He has sat under the boughs of Yggdrasil for time not measurable to mortal minds. He does not have anymore information for you than the Morningstar already gave you.
The Morningstar sounds amazing to him, but he sees the universe differently than you.
Pebbles fall from above as the bombardment continues above. The old man, Chin-Chio moves freely now, mobility restored to his petrified form. He settles back into his seated stance. The dust and calcified deposits of the ages shake from his skin a it flutters almost imperceptibly. Color returns to his skin, a deep tan hue common to the eastern people, spreading across his body. His eyes glow cobalt blue in the dim light.
Daizan will shield us from whatever that is above. I have many questions, and I see from your faces that you have many for me as well.
A long conversation commences...
##############Summery#####################
He has no idea why these beasts or their masters would be after him. Unless they can sense his aversion to their corruption to the land, really the world, really the universe, pretty much just everything.
He feels the change ripping through the balance. He recognizes the wrongness of it. And he can sense it's heart. And it must be stopped.
He has been meditating for 10,000 years, seriously. He knows nothing of any Mind Flayers, Hell or anthing else that has not happened in the far reaches of the Astral Plane for the last 10,000 years. He is able to stop time for his body, existing without nourishment or change for...well he doesn't know how long, but at least 10,000 years.
Yes he has seen the Star Mother's presence in the Astral plane, seen her cosmic ocean and marveled in that space's intersection with the prime material for an unknown but probably long time. He compares Lycia to a sprout that has found its way to the Sun. And would venture that the Star Mother in her infinite vastness is more akin to a living energy construct and any sentience interacted with by Lycia is more likely to be Lycia's own spirit putting form to that which she strives to understand, which seems familiar.
He has sat under the boughs of Yggdrasil for time not measurable to mortal minds. He does not have anymore information for you than the Morningstar already gave you.
The Morningstar sounds amazing to him, but he sees the universe differently than you.