Lunar Fury - Exalted 3e IC

[Rykon]

Toun turns to his circle and translates to Riverspeak. "She wants to know what we intend to do with the shawl once our mission is done. I have a few questions I need to ask before I cast my opinion."

In Old Realm Toun asks, "Honestly, I'd prefer it be returned here, even knowing what little I do about it. I am not the sorcerer of our pack, and there are Elders advising us whose judgment is...questionable. I imagine my friend here would like time to study it but... I want to know... We had enough damage done by the last artifact summoning the rotten demons in the first place. Does your Shawl pose the same kind of threat in the wrong hands?"

 

[Sherwood]

The ghost of Renna looks amused. "In the wrong hands, a pairing knife is a deadly weapon. Who's to say that yours are the 'right' hands to hold such power?" She looks back and forth between the various members of your Circle, and asks, "You are translating what I say? Do not all of you speak this language?"

 

[Psychie]

Gwen looks at the ghost, and tries her luck at talking to her. Saying in Riverspeak, she tries, "My Lady? Can you understand me?" If there is no sign that she does, Gwen will then try Flametongue, "How about now? Can you understand anything that I am saying?"

 

[Rykon]

"I believe I'm the only one that does. Do you speak others they might understand?" Toun asked.

 

[Sherwood]

The ghost lets out another sigh. "So much knowledge lost." She then shifts her language to a heavily accented Riverspeak, and says, "Yes, I can talk this language. I will ask again, for the benefit of all to understand. What is your intentions with the Shawl, once you have eradicated this demon threat?"

 

[Psychie]

Gwen feels a bit of relief that she can join in on the conversation. "M'lady, we are here only for the Shawl, seeking to end the threat. If I were to be the one to make the decision on what to do with the Shawl once we are done with it, I would have it returned here, for safekeeping in the event that it may someday be needed once again."

 

[Rykon]

Toun looked to Renna with a smirk and a shrug, as if to say See what I mean?

The Ice Walker, now speaking in a northern accented Riverspeak continues. "We intimately understand what happens when powerful items like the shawl are stolen. We aren't fans of having to clean up messes like this again. Though, I don't blame you for being skeptical of our intentions."

 

[Sherwood]

Renna looks between Gwen and Toun, obviously pondering deeply upon your words. "You say the right things, but how do I know that you are being truthful?" She shakes her head, then says, "Which one of you would wear the Shawl to put a stop to these demons? I would know the identity of this person."

 

[Rykon]

"That would be Hazel here," Toun said, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "She is our pack's sorceress."
D. Rex

 

[Aranfan]

"I have nothing against returning the shawl." Two Mornings opines in Flametongue, having taken human form, then again in Riverspeak as she realizes she's using a language the ghost might not know.

 

[D. Rex]

Hazel just kept her mouth shut. As she understood none of the language being used. Though she took the pat on the shoulder that she was obviously being talked about. "What? What about the shawl? Return it?" She asked. A bit confused in the topic at hand given she wasn't following it.

 

[Psychie]

Gwen nods, then shifts her language to one that she knows that Hazel understands. "Renna here is concerned that we may not be worthy of the responsibility that comes with the Shawl, and wants it returned here when we are finished with it. She is also asking about you, since you are the sorceress of this group. Seems she wants to size you up."

 

[Sherwood]

Renna tries again to talk, this time in accented Firetongue. "You speak this? Tell me, young one. What would you do with the Shawl? Will you use it for your own ends, or will you try to help all of Creation?"

 

[D. Rex]

Hazel narrowed her eyes in though. "I speak this." She confirmed.

"The Shawl is a tool I would rather see destroyed or sealed away in far more secure confines. The ability to summon and control grand demons is not something that needs to available to nefarious hands." Hazel explained.

"As it stands, a staff of legend is a key suspect in bringing them to this world. Of that, I intend to see it disposed of properly. The properties of the Shawl, should it he able to do the same, I would wish it the same end when I am through. A great risk it will already be for me to take it from the safety of its prison."

"My own ends, it is to that of Luna, my personal goal in relation. As her chosen, we are Shepherds of Shepherds. We tend to the chosen of the Sun, but with them absent, it is our responsibility to tend to Creation, so that they have a flock to return to."

"Yes, it is for the good of Creation that I will use this Shawl. And should it be within my power, to see to it that this misfortune does not befall it again."

 

[Sherwood]

With a slow nod, the ghost steps back to where her mortal remains lie. "I can hear the truth of your words, and I shall stand aside as you retrieve the Shawl. It is yours for as long as you need it."

 

[Psychie]

Gwen can't help but crack open a wide smile. "You have our thanks, M'lady."

 

[D. Rex]

Hazel nods. Internally she is quite relieved. And very glad that this spirit was here to help. And that she was able speak as well as Gwen in relaying her thoughts.

The furred being stepped forward, and gingerly put her fingers onto the sarcophagus. Hoping to open it gently and respectfully. Normally she would have asked for Toun's muscle in such a matter, as her spindly arms were hardly very potent. But she didnt want to assume, that if she was the one to be wearing it, that just anybody should grab it. She did not know the rules of the spirit here. No sense in testing its bounds.

 

[Aranfan]

Two Mornings gives Hazel a thumbs up.

 

[Sherwood]

It is a bit of a struggle for Hazel to slide the lid of the sarcophagus open to get to the body inside, but after a bit of huffing and puffing, you manage to open it up. Inside, you see that the body of Renna is wrapped up in a burial shroud, and interred with her are several items, including a ornate Daiklave and many smaller artifacts lying with the body. But what catches your eye is a swath of fabric that is neatly folded up and lying on the chest of the wrapped figure, made of a mix of moonsilver and starmetal. When your hands touch it, the fabric seems warm to the touch and it tingles in your fingers as you lift it up.

Renna watches you silently as you pull the Shawl out of the sarcophagus.

 

[D. Rex]

Hazel very carefully reached inside, doing her best to not touch anything aside from the shawl.

Reaching in, she took hold of the fabric, and pull it out, making sure it would get caught on anything.

Once she had it, she did some more huffing and puffing to close the sarcophagus back. And only then would she allow herself to unfold the shawl and inspect it more thoroughly.

It was warm. Like it had been wrapped around a living being. And she could feel its radiance. This was undoubtedly an item of power.

Hazel looked up at the spirit, "Is there anything I should know about how to use this?" She asked.

She also turned to the rest of the circle, "Before we leave, I wish to attune myself to this while in the safety of this tomb, so that I may better keep it safe. Should i need to, i will be able to store it in Elsewhere then, where others hands can't reach it."

 

[Psychie]

Gwen turns to the ghost and once more offers up a deep curtsy. "Thank you for giving us your blessing. I promise that we will return the Shawl here to you as soon as it is no longer needed to fight the demon and Fae army." She then turns to Hazel with a beaming smile, showing her dear friend how proud of her she is.

 

[Sherwood]

Renna looks at Hazel, and says, "Once you attune yourself to the Shawl, the knowledge of what you seek will come to you. Good luck, young Chosen." With that, the ghost fades from sight.

The Shawl takes a total of 8 motes of Essence to attune. Once you have done so, Hazel can feel the powers of the Shawl coming to her. It grants you the spell ability to summon and banish demons of all three Circles, just as the spell Summon Demon provides. Not only that, it also allows you to summon Elementals, same as the Terrestrial Circle spell.

 

[jaydude]

"Good for you." said Selket, reaching over and giving Hazel a proud smile of her own and a good pat on the shoulder. She then addressed the others. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm more than ready to head back south."

 

[D. Rex]

Hazel nodded. Spending some motes of essence, she retired her signature cloak, shaping it into a blue tunic with silver trim. And in its place, she sraped the shawl over her shoulders, summoning the essence to commune and attune with it.

And as she did, it granted knowledge. Knowledge beyond what she could have obtained on her own. To not just banish, but also to summon... this was not a power she expected it would have when she had first heard of it. A very dangerous artifact, especially in the hands of such a young sorcerer. Hazel would be sure to take great care with it.


Gwen promised its return. Hazel did not. As she had already let it know that the option to destroy it was on the table. However. She also knew that it would be unwise to do such a thing until it was certain that other such summoning artifacts no longer existed.

Hazel smiled back at Gwen. "The first milestone has been reached. No longer helpless are we to the demonic threat. Return with much haste must we, to Master One-Tusk. Time to rid creation of That which Calls to the Shadow."

Hazel raised her hand, palm up. A small Six winged cat appeared, a messenger. "Master One-Tusk. We have secured a way to banish the demon. We are to return soon. Please respond to let us know that the demon is safe. If a response is not given, we will assume the worst and take caution in our approach."

She ended the message, and it zipped off at lightning speed. An ominous ending to hopeful news. But she had not heard from One-Tusk in a while, best to be safe. War was to come to the valley, after all. For all they knew, it could already be there.

 

[Sherwood]

After a short wait, there is a reply in the form of another messenger spirit. You hear in One Tusk's raspy voice, he says, "Excellent news indeed. The war has started, but we here in the Valley remain hidden . . . for now. Our unexpected guests are doing much to help, and our one captured demon is still secure. Return in haste, and be careful."