Satin Knights
First Post
Programmed illusions and silent teleports are a lovely thing. It lets her leave behind this mortal so she can prepare her work ahead. Fabricating a copy of Winterbite is not a problem, for she helped forge the original. Rollifilo has done some research. Apparently some primitive cultures lick toads to "enjoy" the mind altering toxins their bodies create that would kill lesser beasts. "This can be useful."
Calling up a servant, a hound archon arrives ready for battle. "Fetch me some euphoria mushrooms." Pausing, perplexed, the hound takes the trivial assignment, puts its sword away and obeys.
Having meticulously planned for days, she feels the time is ready for the rescue attempt. A few silent invisibility spells and she should be able to swap the fake for the real Winterbite while the people ride their horses. She brings along her own copy of herself as well. They are sheathed out of direct focus of the woman. No one notices as one blade goes invisible in its sheath, only to return a minute later, then the other.
The greater task, rescuing the slumbering soul from its planar prison also goes off without a noticeable hitch. Destroying the prison punted the two of them across the planes but once their travels stopped, the hostile environment was not an issue. With a bit more planar travel, she return home.
And now the trap. The blade still slumbers. With all the binder's power, this is the spell she cannot cast. She has to risk the secret of secrets, a thousand years of preparation are on the line. But she only trusts him to cast this spell. If she were to do it, a reflection could doom her to the same slumbering fate. Well, if he is going to visit, might as well let him enjoy the visit to the fullest.
Knowing the road and their destination, it does not take her long to find the party again. Tis night and they are setting up camp. Time to put these mushrooms to use.
Calling up a servant, a hound archon arrives ready for battle. "Fetch me some euphoria mushrooms." Pausing, perplexed, the hound takes the trivial assignment, puts its sword away and obeys.
Having meticulously planned for days, she feels the time is ready for the rescue attempt. A few silent invisibility spells and she should be able to swap the fake for the real Winterbite while the people ride their horses. She brings along her own copy of herself as well. They are sheathed out of direct focus of the woman. No one notices as one blade goes invisible in its sheath, only to return a minute later, then the other.
The greater task, rescuing the slumbering soul from its planar prison also goes off without a noticeable hitch. Destroying the prison punted the two of them across the planes but once their travels stopped, the hostile environment was not an issue. With a bit more planar travel, she return home.
And now the trap. The blade still slumbers. With all the binder's power, this is the spell she cannot cast. She has to risk the secret of secrets, a thousand years of preparation are on the line. But she only trusts him to cast this spell. If she were to do it, a reflection could doom her to the same slumbering fate. Well, if he is going to visit, might as well let him enjoy the visit to the fullest.
Knowing the road and their destination, it does not take her long to find the party again. Tis night and they are setting up camp. Time to put these mushrooms to use.