Willing to donate some Karma to the angel, up to 4 Karma I think, or offer her some services on earth
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Drake
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"In return.... I could empower you with spiritual empowerment power, or, as we say on earth, I could owe you big time. Which essentially means I'll help you, or a designated helpee on earth. I expect you've got a long list of people praying for help. I could help. Would fit in with the ethos of our new Order, so I wouldn't be betraying anyone or thing. Not sure if my mortal employers would see it that way... But I am on holiday..."
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arcanus
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"A soldier of light, there are many of those and many who walk within their own shadows"
"Very well Francis Drake, I will empower you to achieve this, but know this that in One Year and One Day I will collect what is due"
"You will not retain the knowledge, your understanding is not great enough to allow safe navigation of these paths, but one day you will be ready"
"Very well Francis Drake, I will empower you to achieve this, but know this that in One Year and One Day I will collect what is due"
"You will not retain the knowledge, your understanding is not great enough to allow safe navigation of these paths, but one day you will be ready"
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Not power but knowledge floods into the cerebral pattern that makes up Francis Drake, blood streams from the nose of his physical form.
His meat body gasps and then settles.
The vortex opens, its colour changing from whitish fluid to a dark red swirl studded with threads of gold, its wash flows down onto the two forms, enshrouding them.
The womans form pulses with life, she blinks, floats up.
She turns to Francis Drake and mouths 'Thankyou', her cord pulsing with red energy she looks at it in disbelief and then rockets away back toward her physical form.
The male form lies still, now seemingly safe, but still a sum missing its entirety.
"He's your charge now Francis" says the Angel, amidst the light and power her voice floats upon the turbulent ether, her form unseen
"I will return Soldier of Light, his complete return to life is for you to fathom".
His meat body gasps and then settles.
The vortex opens, its colour changing from whitish fluid to a dark red swirl studded with threads of gold, its wash flows down onto the two forms, enshrouding them.
The womans form pulses with life, she blinks, floats up.
She turns to Francis Drake and mouths 'Thankyou', her cord pulsing with red energy she looks at it in disbelief and then rockets away back toward her physical form.
The male form lies still, now seemingly safe, but still a sum missing its entirety.
"He's your charge now Francis" says the Angel, amidst the light and power her voice floats upon the turbulent ether, her form unseen
"I will return Soldier of Light, his complete return to life is for you to fathom".
Drain 7Stun.
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Ponderance
Frank had been confused recently. That was no lie. Since his moment of clarity upon the rooftop he had been one confused gnome.
Now, back in the caravan, he had time to put his thoughts into order.
The rest of the gang were outside discussing the next plan, whether to go to San Francisco or infiltrate the mob. Frank was never much of a decision maker, something that always bemused his peers in the army.
"How could he have reached the rank of sargeant if he preferred to follow orders instead of give them?" they would ask behind his back, but he was never keen to make decisions which might put peoples lives in danger.
On his boat he was different. He told people what to do in order to keep them alive.
So as the gang of runners in the lounge discussed their plan, he sat on the smallest bed in the smallest room and pondered.
He had evolved. His tiny body had learnt to perceive everything in the astral plane, not just metals. He could see the astral image of people, of wood, stones, and of course The Metal. Anything metallic in the astral plane now glowed with a brilliant aura. The metal chassis of the trailer flamed in the astral plane as if the van were held up on rods of fire. Copper wires in the kitchen glowed like green lava as various leads hung down behind various appliances. The heating element in the kettle glowed more fiercely than the auras of the people sat discussing things. It was as if the astral world were drawn in charcoal, and the metal was painted by a psychadelic artist high on LSD! It was quite a trip.
Frank took it all in. Studied his surroundings, studied his new magical foci in the shape of a nail, marvelled at the many colours erupting from it. Outside the caravan various fences, cables, and wires cris-crossed the world, but it was a mess of barbed wire that drew his attention.
Someone had obviously been refreshing the worn out barbed wire on one of the nearby fences, and thrown the surplus to one side.
Standing on a worn out dressing table Frank peers out of the window down to the small mess of wire. He carefully lifts it with a small spell and moves it in through the window, placing it gently on the bed infront of him. It's a loose ball of barbed wire, roughly the size of a football.
Frank sits and stares at the barbed ball and his thoughts turn to the strange metal creature he encountered back in the Aztec pyramid. That creature looked like a large ball of wire, but it was alive. Not simply animated, but a living entity. A spiritual, metallic, sentient being, almost like a God!
He'd only met one God before, and that was a chinese man who floated. He was a silly God. But this massive ball of living metal was, as far as Frank was concerned, the real thing!
If only he could somehow contact that creature, find out who it was, what it wants.
Maybe this God would help Frank find the body of the soul he is charged with protecting, that kind of thing is within a God's power.
Not only that... but a spinning shield of barbed wire would be pretty cool.
Frank shuffles forward until he is sat in the centre of the bed. He relaxes, and spends a few minutes preparing a small spell. He mentally picks up the end of the barbed wire ball and starts to wrap it around himself, at a distance. The wire starts to orbit the small fellow, staying about 12 inches away, and slowly looping around the gnome.
Now, back in the caravan, he had time to put his thoughts into order.
The rest of the gang were outside discussing the next plan, whether to go to San Francisco or infiltrate the mob. Frank was never much of a decision maker, something that always bemused his peers in the army.
"How could he have reached the rank of sargeant if he preferred to follow orders instead of give them?" they would ask behind his back, but he was never keen to make decisions which might put peoples lives in danger.
On his boat he was different. He told people what to do in order to keep them alive.
So as the gang of runners in the lounge discussed their plan, he sat on the smallest bed in the smallest room and pondered.
He had evolved. His tiny body had learnt to perceive everything in the astral plane, not just metals. He could see the astral image of people, of wood, stones, and of course The Metal. Anything metallic in the astral plane now glowed with a brilliant aura. The metal chassis of the trailer flamed in the astral plane as if the van were held up on rods of fire. Copper wires in the kitchen glowed like green lava as various leads hung down behind various appliances. The heating element in the kettle glowed more fiercely than the auras of the people sat discussing things. It was as if the astral world were drawn in charcoal, and the metal was painted by a psychadelic artist high on LSD! It was quite a trip.
Frank took it all in. Studied his surroundings, studied his new magical foci in the shape of a nail, marvelled at the many colours erupting from it. Outside the caravan various fences, cables, and wires cris-crossed the world, but it was a mess of barbed wire that drew his attention.
Someone had obviously been refreshing the worn out barbed wire on one of the nearby fences, and thrown the surplus to one side.
Standing on a worn out dressing table Frank peers out of the window down to the small mess of wire. He carefully lifts it with a small spell and moves it in through the window, placing it gently on the bed infront of him. It's a loose ball of barbed wire, roughly the size of a football.
Frank sits and stares at the barbed ball and his thoughts turn to the strange metal creature he encountered back in the Aztec pyramid. That creature looked like a large ball of wire, but it was alive. Not simply animated, but a living entity. A spiritual, metallic, sentient being, almost like a God!
He'd only met one God before, and that was a chinese man who floated. He was a silly God. But this massive ball of living metal was, as far as Frank was concerned, the real thing!
If only he could somehow contact that creature, find out who it was, what it wants.
Maybe this God would help Frank find the body of the soul he is charged with protecting, that kind of thing is within a God's power.
Not only that... but a spinning shield of barbed wire would be pretty cool.
Frank shuffles forward until he is sat in the centre of the bed. He relaxes, and spends a few minutes preparing a small spell. He mentally picks up the end of the barbed wire ball and starts to wrap it around himself, at a distance. The wire starts to orbit the small fellow, staying about 12 inches away, and slowly looping around the gnome.
Extended cast (3 rounds) on a Magic Fingers spell to get the ball orbitting around Frank slowly.
Sorcery: 7 6 5 4 4 4 3 3 3 2 2 - 3 successes
Sorcery: 11 9 7 7 5 5 4 2 2 2 - 7 successes
Sorcery: 17 5 5 5 4 3 3 3 3 - 6 successes
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Ascention
Both forms rose, "Who are you, what do you seek" thundered through the cosmos.
Drake found himself standing upon a mountainside, just below an immense temple, a huge rectangle of carved, symbol inscribed stone rising hundreds of feet above the neighbouring peaks.
A large arched entrance, stood before him, as Drake approached, he heard a familiar "watcha" from behind him, turning he would feel the karmic connection more strongly than ever.
'Malthalamus Curren' I presume.
Drake found himself standing upon a mountainside, just below an immense temple, a huge rectangle of carved, symbol inscribed stone rising hundreds of feet above the neighbouring peaks.
A large arched entrance, stood before him, as Drake approached, he heard a familiar "watcha" from behind him, turning he would feel the karmic connection more strongly than ever.
'Malthalamus Curren' I presume.
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The Hills are alive... with the sound of Cuuurennn!
The cockney took a lungful of fresh sweet mountain air as he surveyed the scene. 'It sure beats being chased by the epitome of insanity!' he thought with satisfaction as he looked upon Frank, 'All of these shocks can't be very good for my heart!' He chuckled to himself as the immediate danger of death had passed for now. He walked towards the gnome
'Whatya doing here?' he whispered to the gnome, ignoring the ringing voice from the citadel for the moment.
'Whatya doing here?' he whispered to the gnome, ignoring the ringing voice from the citadel for the moment.
Perceive him, is he the real thing?
How long do I have in astral space before the body dies? Also with metaquests the result is almost instantaneous in the physical world, is it not?
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