IC - Axis Umbra Malthus

[Curren]

Curren stirred in the large comfortable bed as the sound of the morning chorus, and the rich warming sunlight entered the room. The suns rays, peppered with the fine household dust seemed to beckon his still form; and he woke up squinting as the warming beams shone on his face.

He yawned, and stretched languidly.

His sleep had been fitful and deep; and as he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes he realised with a deep relief that the doubts and fears he had experienced last night had dissipated for now.

He smiled broadly and shook his head softly, ‘Shame I couldn’t make a full time of this metaplanar malarkey!’ he thought as he rolled his shoulders and tilted his head from side to side to relieve the tightness of his muscles.

The spare room of Barof’s was quite sparse of decoration and furniture. The bed naturally took up almost a third of it, and other than a large wardrobe and a bedside table there was nothing else in there. The walls were decked out with pine wooden slats that still gave off their original fresh, clean, woody aroma even though they had obviously been varnished a very long time ago.
Strangely, nothing adorned the walls. No pictures or paintings, so he assumed that the room was rarely used.

Curren sensed the memories of this room through the pinewood smell; both happy memories and sad, and not for the last time he regretted his ability to see beyond the mundane. Sometimes he just craved normality, it was a lot simpler that way.

Currens feet fell deep into the thick beige shag pile carpet as he stood up to look out of the large bay window that dominated the far end of the room.

He was pleased to see that it was going to be another pleasant day. Down the grassy, flower strewn hill he noticed that the white centre stone of the little hamlet he had seen yesterday glimmered and shone with a brilliant white from where the sun’s rays reflected off it. An unearthly pure white he thought; that niggled his memory and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

From his overview of the hamlet, he could clearly see the circular pebble path around the stone’s earthen rise. He noticed that with the smaller paths leading away from it, that he had been correct in his deduction yesterday that it in fact did form a basic symbol that looked like a child’s drawing of the sun.
However as the Englishman took in the symbols shape and context; he reckoned that it was symmetrical with some geometrical pattern instilled into it.

‘Remember to go and have a proper look at that later’ he thought as he dressed swiftly, made the bed and left the room to seek Barof out; as a plan was forming that would require the trolls advice and guidance.

[Curren]

Ok Arc, here is a very brief outline on my plans:

Curren has now decided that any demolition to the dam is out of the question. He realises that 'Karma' is the definitive force in all actions; and as this test revolves essentially around the conversion of karmic energies (good or bad) he has adjusted his plans accordingly.

Its amazing what a nights sleep can do to an astral traveller!

What he is going to endeavor to do is to summon the orders Avatar and humbly request that he acts as a medium to the spirits of earth and water (of whom Curren will attempt to summon). Curren will attempt to find out if an accord can be reached between Earth and Water for them to work together so the water can continue down its original natural course without any danger to the hamlet or other settlements down river.

It could be a simple case of some sort of magical gate which opens at certain times to let a certain amount of water out. This obviously will be hammered out once everything is in place for the ritual/summoning etc.

[arcanus]

Make a Conjuring & separate Metaskills rolls?
Modifiers for descriptive or imaginative Summoning?

[arcanus]

Make the following rolls:
Conjuring
Magic or Metaplanar Theory
Metaskills rolls

[Curren]

GM wrote:
Make the following rolls:
Conjuring
Magic or Metaplanar Theory
Metaskills rolls

Conjuring Roll: 8, 7, 5, 4, 3,

Magic Theory: 5,5,5,5,4

Metaskills: 7, 4, 2

[arcanus]

It was the next evening and Malthalamus Curren stood beside the stone.
A pentangle stretched out across the floor the red and sienna ochres washing the timber ceiling beams like some aboriginal painting.

As Curren began to intone, a deep bass chant the metaplanar world swam, his MetaMantic forces reached out to the stone, and the stone responded.

[arcanus]

The stone responded with a power that Curren had not expected, as he felt his way around it astrally he found a security, a firm or metaplanar density that he hadn't anticipated.
His attention was drawn by further etheric movements outside, maintain the threads of power that swam from the stone he stepped onto the veranda of the cabin.

Before him stood two towering beings, a being of air, its form the colour of the deepest azure skies, jagged flowers of grey ice burst from its form, make it appear in every sense like an enormous Jack Frost.
The next being stood opposite, some 15 feet tall resembling a knight in armour, but lacking the smooth curvature of metal, instead its armour was made out of raw stone, molten eyes glowing from within its granite visor.

[arcanus]

Curren could sense that these two elemental creatures were not mere spirits, but titans of their respective planes.
Each glared at the other, until the frosted wind spirit turned, its eyes glowing jewels of sharp edged ice, boring into Curren with inhuman intensity and wonder.

"So what does the one who fought at the First Battle of Crab Orchard Lake seek?" its question leaving a layer of frost upon Currens face and chilling him to the core.

[Curren]

Where is the orders Avatar?

[arcanus]

Where is the orders Avatar?

So far he hasn't materialised as if waiting for the resolution of events and entities