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Age of The End (D&D 5E) (IC)

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Diella opens her eyes to an unfamiliar scenery, a round of stone, filled with people cheering. Is that how everyone is greeted into the afterlife? she wonders briefly, but she faintly recalls a voice and light reaching out to her in the moments when the last of her consciousness was fading. Something about... not being ready to die? And more than that, Diella finds herself breathing. She feels fairly normal, fairly alive, for whatever that's worth.

As she sits up, Diella sees several others of her group already on their feet and carefully, in case her legs don't support her yet, stands up as well.

"If we're dead, though, what would be the point in having us fight?" Diella tilts her head at Toryk's outburst, then sighs. It's not like there is much point in her trying to make sense of whatever place or existence they've stumbled into.

The next best thing to do then, may be trying to grin and bear whatever is going to happen next, so Diella moves over to Shalia and gives her a comforting pat on the shoulder. She can sympathize with Shalia missing her family; after all, Diella herself would have wanted nothing more than visit her home once more before... she died. It still feels strange to spell it out, even in her thoughts.
 
Diella opens her eyes to an unfamiliar scenery, a round of stone, filled with people cheering. Is that how everyone is greeted into the afterlife? she wonders briefly, but she faintly recalls a voice and light reaching out to her in the moments when the last of her consciousness was fading. Something about... not being ready to die? And more than that, Diella finds herself breathing. She feels fairly normal, fairly alive, for whatever that's worth.

As she sits up, Diella sees several others of her group already on their feet and carefully, in case her legs don't support her yet, stands up as well.

"If we're dead, though, what would be the point in having us fight?" Diella tilts her head at Toryk's outburst, then sighs. It's not like there is much point in her trying to make sense of whatever place or existence they've stumbled into.

The next best thing to do then, may be trying to grin and bear whatever is going to happen next, so Diella moves over to Shalia and gives her a comforting pat on the shoulder. She can sympathize with Shalia missing her family; after all, Diella herself would have wanted nothing more than visit her home once more before... she died. It still feels strange to spell it out, even in her thoughts.

At her question, Toryk scowled and pointed his firearm at the cheering crowds. "Entertainment." He answered.
 
Beorin shrugs. "To prove our worthiness to move on? We . . . died . . . in failure. It may be that we have to win our way into the afterlife."
 
As more and more of you come to your senses you hear the crowd flare up with excitement. The really seem to be enthralled with the fact you are here at all, so what are they anticipating to happen next?
 
Beorin hefts his hammer and looks around, searching for a way out.

And I don't see shit. lol
 
"I... suppose?" Diella acknowledges Toryk's laconic explanation, trying to wrap her head around it. Even assuming the worst, since they are already dead, the "entertainment" obviously can't consist of a fight to the death, so it would have to be a challenge of their martial skills of sorts? In that case, Diella feels thoroughly misplaced.

"I don't like to fight unless it's necessary, either," she agrees with Athaclenna. "And I don't want to think of this a chance to 'make up for failure'. One wouldn't say a-" Diella searches for a simile, "a mouse failed at life because it got eaten by a snake, either." Of course, the mouse wouldn't have been tasked with safely delivering ancient relics, so it doesn't make for the best comparison, but if the gods demand mortals only ever die at opportune times, Diella isn't sure what to make of that. It seems impossible, to say the least.

"We may just have to wait and see what this is about," she finally sighs with a glance at the crowds.
 
Athaclenna feels a sudden flash of dread. "You assume we have moved onto the afterlife for our eternal reward. We may have been sent into the realm of demons as sport. We must be careful with what we do from here."
 
His last thoughts prior to waking up were of failure and running from a fight - both of which have left Vrail lacking in patience. He draws in a deep breath and bellows out to the crowd, turning to address as many as possible,
"WHO REIGNS HERE?! WHY HAVE WE BEEN DRAWN TO THIS PLACE?!"
 
Perception check.

Passive Per: 16
Roll: 17
Ascension roll
Also 17 lol

Everyone in the crowd has a halo, just like you and the rest of the group. In addition you see a very big man (about 200ft tall or so) sitting in a throne at the far upper wall of the arena. Could he be the one in charge?
His last thoughts prior to waking up were of failure and running from a fight - both of which have left Vrail lacking in patience. He draws in a deep breath and bellows out to the crowd, turning to address as many as possible,
"WHO REIGNS HERE?! WHY HAVE WE BEEN DRAWN TO THIS PLACE?!"

They can't seem to hear you over their own cheering.
 
Everyone in the crowd has a halo, just like you and the rest of the group. In addition you see a very big man (about 200ft tall or so) sitting in a throne at the far upper wall of the arena. Could he be the one in charge?


They can't seem to hear you over their own cheering.

Toryk moved his gun over the crowd. Decided which one to shoot. As hisnsites landed on the very large giant... he thought about shoot. He really really really did. But... you know... maybe it would probably be wiser not to in this case.



Instead! He took the much wiser course of action of pointing a clawed finger at the giant. "YOU! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? ANSWER!"
 
Beorin looks at the giant figure and wonders, Is that Gagail? Could he be sitting in judgement of us right now?
 
Oh. Athaclenna's thought was both unsettling and sadly, a reasonable thing to assume. After all, the saving grace of their deaths was - as far as Diella has witnessed, in any case - that they were decidedly swift. Which in turn is not exactly what one would expect of evil incarnate, if Diella stops and thinks about it.

"Right," she nods and grips the handle of her shield tightly, letting her eyes wander around the arena. There still isn't much to do but to wait, it seems, but Diella can at least do so alertly, she decides.
 
Kalvienne had to cover his own pointed, gold-tipped ears. He was growing increasingly irritated. "They can't even hear, you, what's the point of yapping like an angry puppy when it does absolutely nothing?" He snapped at Toryk. It was giving him a headache though, so he tried to cast the Thaumaturgy cantrip. "Shut up. Just shut up for one fucking second!" He couldn't even hear himself think.
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Toryk moved his gun over the crowd. Decided which one to shoot. As hisnsites landed on the very large giant... he thought about shoot. He really really really did. But... you know... maybe it would probably be wiser not to in this case.



Instead! He took the much wiser course of action of pointing a clawed finger at the giant. "YOU! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? ANSWER!"

After you state this, the man rises from his throne, and speaks out to the whole arena. His voice resonating from wall to wall... and it Matches the voice you heard before!

"Greetings People of the Ascended Plane, We stand here to cast judgement on the fallen before us! This is the Day, they show us who they are, The Day they prove they are strong, the day they ascend! Should they succeed! Then They will Be granted Passage and be Restored! But should they fail, then they shall be damned! Let The Trails BEGING!" he would say, as the crowed ROARED with excitement.

Beorin looks at the giant figure and wonders, Is that Gagail? Could he be sitting in judgement of us right now?

Make a Religion check

Kalvienne had to cover his own pointed, gold-tipped ears. He was growing increasingly irritated. "They can't even hear, you, what's the point of yapping like an angry puppy when it does absolutely nothing?" He snapped at Toryk. It was giving him a headache though, so he tried to cast the Thaumaturgy cantrip. "Shut up. Just shut up for one fucking second!" He couldn't even hear himself think.
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The Crowd flares up again, almost seeming impressed with your actions
 
Beorin grasps his hammer tighter. So, it is a challenge of some sort, to judge us. I wonder what we are to face?

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Kalvienne had to cover his own pointed, gold-tipped ears. He was growing increasingly irritated. "They can't even hear, you, what's the point of yapping like an angry puppy when it does absolutely nothing?" He snapped at Toryk. It was giving him a headache though, so he tried to cast the Thaumaturgy cantrip. "Shut up. Just shut up for one fucking second!" He couldn't even hear himself think.
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Toryk turned on the tiefling. "I do no be liking you so much that I ain't above putting a bullet in you." He growled. "Does me yapping trigger you?" His laugh was both annoyed and amused. "How about you go hug a mast a-"


Toryk stopped as the giant began his declaration. Trials? What trials?
 
The dwarf looks at the others and says, "We stand before the High God Gagail, so I doubt we are in hell . . .yet. Stand ready."
 
The dwarf looks at the others and says, "We stand before the High God Gagail, so I doubt we are in hell . . .yet. Stand ready."

Toryk did take pause, even considering his bravado. "If that's Gagail... then are the others here too?"
 
With Beorin's statement and Toryk's question, Athaclenna searches the stands around Gagail to see if the other gods are there, too.

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