Active Spells
Numinous Shield Armor 3 (Ritual successes used)
Peer Across the Gauntlet
Peer Across the Gauntlet
In the Shadow of a Sanctum Sanctorum
41844
THREADID
25
POSTS
1 - 10
DISPLAYED
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Active Spells
Numinous Shield Armor 3 (Ritual successes used)
Peer Across the GauntletEquipment
Buckskin clothing
Staff (magical tool)
Knife (Magical tool)
The doctor, donned in buckskin and armor numinous, prepares for a short trip. He has gathered a strike team to destroy an abyssal spider that has taken up residence uncomfortably close; that is to say anywhere within a days drive. The Shadow is a scary place, an alien world. If he has to cross into a shadow near the spiders web, he damn well better be refreshed on what he's doing, and maybe find an ally in their effort.
He has his knife in his pocket and his staff in his hand as he looks through the open doorway of his study.
His warm, comfortable study.
His warm, comfortable, safe study.
He gazes around the room longingly, the warm wood paneling, the big comfy chair, the mirror covered in a sheet in the corner, and steels himself against the energy of the shadow. He pulls back the curtain peering through the veil between the worlds as he gazes beyond. It's an Imago he's built in his mind's eye so much it's almost rote, but not quite.
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Ritual Casting Rolls
Several hours of ecstatic concentration have left Anima with a good burn in his muscles and a comfortable sheen of sweat on his skin.
The ritual complete, the Numinous Shield locks in place around his Pattern, protecting him against the dread powers the spirits can wield.
He looks across the frosted frieze of the Gauntlet. Away from his tree, the Gauntlet is as strong as it is in any suburb: a thick frozen pane of frosted substance that almost completely obscured the other side.
Anima's enlightened Will broke through like a pick through ice: his study is warm, comforting and pleasantly solid in the Fallen World; in the Shadow it is nothing more than a faded after image and a suggestion of contentment.
No dangerous or curious spirits in the space adjacent to his study.
Active Spells
Numinous Shield Armor 3 (Ritual successes used)
Second SightEquipment
Buckskin clothing
Staff (magical tool)
Knife (Magical tool)
Having scouted the way across the gauntlet for dangers his fingers unconsciously make a mudra as he quickly gauges the strength of the gauntlet with is Second Sight. This is his nature, the shaman, the information gatherer. The finder of secrets hidden beyond the gauntlet that separates worlds. The spell is cast, the gauntlet gauged, and calculations are already being made in his head for the next part of the task ahead.
2 successes
Active Spells
Numinous Shield Armor 3 (Ritual successes used)
Second Sight
Spirit RoadEquipment
Buckskin clothing
Staff (magical tool)
Knife (Magical tool)
A calm mask settles on the Shaman's face even as a sweat trickles down his temple into his scruff.. New spell casting begins. He pictures the imago in his mind's eye. Seconds stretch into minutes as time ticks by around him. A key part, the key that unlocks the gauntlet, can be tricky, but this time it falls right into place. He has been waiting for this day for months. The day he'll explore the Shadow of Sacramento, the Shadow of his home.
A doorway opens in his study doorway. A doorway into a muted land, with an eternal thunderstorm on the verge of breaking.
The shaman steps through, walking the road into shadow. The road closes behind him, leaving only an empty study behind.
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Active Spells
None, His spells run out while casting Spirit Road!
equipment
Buckskin Clothing
Staff(magical tool)
Knife(Magical tool)
correction, accounting for -2 to pools for gauntlet strength
The shaman steps through and the gauntlet slams closed behind him like a cell door. It is only then Anima realizes his hubris. In the time it took to open the road, his soul's pattern had unwoven from the intricately placed imagos he'd so carefully put there. The true realization of his hubris rains down on him as he steadies himself. He is without armor.
He looks to his tree. The hollow just yards away. He came here on a mission. At least one conversation to be had, a mage is most powerful when prepared, but not altogether helpless.
The Realms Invisible are hard to reach. This time, however, the Shaman manages to break down the barrier - just enough - and he slips through. Just in time! Before the Gauntlet consumes his gateway.
He is standing in the space adjacent to his study, in a hazy reflection of that very room. The air is still and smells faintly of wood and contentment.
Active Spells
Numinous Shield Pot 1, 3 dots
Spirit Tongue Pot 3
Anima is stunned for a moment, finding himself in the familiar but alien world. I'm inside my sanctum, my sanctum is in the Shadow! Is my sanctum a spirit!? Am I inside a Spirit Right Now!!
Thoughts tumble through his mind at a rapid fire pace. An alien world. Like man taking his first step on the moon, the shaman moves forward. Only then does he realize that he's taken on an ephemeral form. The naked feeling again overwhelms him. He is alone behind enemy lines, this is a hostile world.
A whisper in High Speech as he makes a circle with the staff in front of him, a yellow imago takes shape and the predator flares into existence. For a moment he is not a hazy, out of focus ephemeral being in this invisible realm. He can see himself in crystal clear, UHD picture. His senses flooded with the smells and sounds ofhis, the spiritual reflection of his study. Numinous armor slides over his soul, protecting him once again from the influences of spirits.
Armor in place he'll need means to converse with spirits should he happen upon one.
He whispers into the roiling environment once again in the atlantean tongue. His confidence increasing with each second that ticks by, a much more potent imago takes form, spinning etchings dance on the wall of reality as he pulls the sigil onto his soul. It's gold brighter and stronger than the armor's yellow.
He pauses now, observing with all his senses the world around him.
[spoiler= The rolls] Paradox is base 2, +1 for additional vulgar spells cast being 2, -1 for Arcanum 3, -1 for magical tool, -2 for being in Shadow. 1 mana is spent to make the armor last for the day. Reflexive perception at the end. [rolls]83852-83855[/rolls][/spoiler
the rollsactive spells
Numinous Shield
Spirit Tongue
Anima is standing in a space adjacent to his study. The space is a hazy reflection of that room. The walls, ceiling and floor seem thin and vanish when he turns his head too quickly.
His Armouring ritual surrounds him in a warm glow. The High Speech he employed seemed loud in the relative quiet.
The air is still and smells faintly of wood and contentment; when he moves, he feels like he is swimming in humidity even though the temperature is 'comfortable'.
No sounds from the Fallen World penetrate the Gauntlet, only adding to the sense of dislocation.
There are other sounds - far off and indistinct. Inhuman sounds, yet somehow familiar.