Spirit Quest

[Admin]

As you ride toward Threeway, you find yourself drifting into a trance, do you fight it?

[Whydah]

I drift!
God must want to talk to me.

[Whydah]

i'm totes interested.
it's just that i am stupid and stressed.
i love you

[Admin]

You stand on a long narrow bridge, smooth and transparent, stretching as far as you can see. All around it are similar bridges, shimmering beautifully against what appears to be an immense tapestry depicting the stars and moons of the world. The bridges flash images as you move forward on them, and your gaze is drawn down to what appears to be a bone finger being held by a woman in red.

A swirling vortex opens from the bone that returns you and the Orc accountant to the town. The bridge splits at this point, with the image of one going towards the Casino, and the other going towards a Tower of Bones.

Which path do you take?

[Admin]

As you follow the path you find yourself sinking into the road, losing touch with what is you and what you are seeing, flashes of the future spin in front of your eyes as you journey towards the possible end of your road.
You see nine bones rise from the dust, and six dogs biting through them. You see your party split, and two go toward the bones and two go toward the Blue Gold Coin with a taxman on one side and a worm on the other. You follow yourself toward the bones as more and more rise from the ground, more than the dogs could chew through, then larger bones and finally a tower, so high it blocked out the sun and darkened the land. A red gateway opens and starts draining the essence of the land. Two must go through it two stop the spirit of death. Seek the guidance of the gods, master both magic’s, and face the Zealot of Death. And remember you are always in the right!

[Whydah]

were we gonna do another spirit quest? i think, maybe?

[Admin]

I do not remember what it pertained to can you remind me? Sorry On the upside I do have another Spirit Quest planned for you. Still happy to do the first one as well.

[Whydah]

Oh, um. this was the day you were going to run game. Whydah was going to have a spirit quest, since she wouldn't go into the church.

[Admin]

You feel yourself being drawn up into the sky, unable to move you glide through the air up and up, till your body turns over and you are looking down at the church. You see yourself standing by the door, clothes blowing in the breeze. In a flash the world is still and as you watch a tendril pokes out of the ground and weaves its way up to you. It is a pure and shining thread, and quicker than lightning it wraps itself around and around you, encircling your entire form. You feel yourself being pulled back to the earth with stinning speed, and then you are face to face with your own still form. The breeze and air is frozen for a moment, and then you see a little bird materialize and land on your(his) head. It pecks once and then vanishes.

A smile slowly crosses your face, breaking the stillness, as your body looks at you and asks.

"How is your holy quest going?"

[Whydah]

"Not well." Whydah believes she deserves censure, and it is in her body language. She inclines her head and tries to show obeisance. "I have recovered a single worm, but it exists in stasis. I have been unable to rouse it, although it appears healthy."

[Admin]

"You are a good servant Whydah. An opportunity will present itself to recover all our pieces. You will ensure that it happens. This is greater than our-self though, old dark forces will try to tear the fabric of reality. You will recover the worms, I can see this, but you must stop the Dark Ones return. Our world can not stand this. And we were part of the Binding. We will be the first to be destroyed. This will not happen. You our will embodied will deal with this matter. We offer two gifts. This prophecy."
A small crystal orb made of thousands of interlocking threads appears in one hand. In the other a silver light begins to shine.
"We also give you our blessing."
The light dances forth and hovers above your head. It coalesces into a single shimmering strand. As you share into its infinite beauty, it rushes forward and courses down your throat like warm honey milk." (Gain 5 Church Points)

The threads around you loosen and you feel yourself start to pull back towards your body. You hold up the orb as you meet yourself. You reach out and grasp the back of your neck and pull it into a passionate kiss, and you feel your entire body flow with the power of your god. The next moment you stand in front of the church holding a crystal web/orb. (Gain 15 Church Points)

What do you do. You hold the crystal and feel completely rested (and will for the foreseeable future)

[Whydah]

Ummmm....
Do I know what the Dark Ones or the Binding refers to?
Rolling on those things is probably a good first step?

But the first ACTUAL step will be to offer prayer and thanks to my Goddess for her Gifts and Words.

[Admin]

You do not, and you do not, though you would suspect that it could involve the binding aspect of your god. In the old age, gods from different lands fought and plotted together, and while your god has always been territorial, it has always been willing to barter for favors. Feel free to make some rolls on info, just let me know what your rolling and result. Also let me know when you activate your prophecy.

[Admin]

And I should say you do not you do not without a roll, depending you might have some info.

[Whydah]

Oh, I thought what I was told was the prophecy.

Umm, I'll have to look at my character sheet and whatnot, for rolls.
But yeah, after showing more deference to my god, I will fo that.

[Admin]

Whydah is drawn into the realm of fate and stands again on her own cord. Ahead of you there is many branches and splits in the thread, with some weaving back into the whole and some cut and floating in the ether. Behind you is a blue wall of miasma that creeps forth, corrupting everything it touches. Whatever it corrodes becomes more of the mist. You look down and see the peoples of the town reflected in the fibers of the thread. They face death at every turn, and few outcomes can prevent this. Only a strong thread will keep them safe. You reach the end of the thread, where it becomes so broken and fractured you can no longer move forward. There is a maze of crisscrossed threads ahead of you. Some are black and ichoris, some blue and pulsing with power. Four threads are bound together, and seem to connect everything else. A beautiful translucent strand that is the heart of your own thread, a black and white thread. A thread made of bone and a thread made of wires. Near these four are others, one bundle of red cables that seem to flicker as if fire coursed through them. Another bundle of dirty worn threads lingers near the dreaded ichornet, but longs to survive. Two identical threads interwoven that crackle with power. One thread is read with blood. In the distance there are four monoliths, black as night and terrible to behold. One is dripping with blood, one adorned with bones. One has images of demons and terrible great beasts, and the last is smooth and shines with the darkest light.
“Do not fear to weave the lives of mortals, it is your right and duty as my disciple. If you succeed we will be reunited with ourselves. Your destiny lies on this path, do not disappoint me.”

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