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Episode 119: Predathos Awakened
As you’ve watched Imogen overtaken by the essence of Predathos, and crack and grow (the multi limbs, the extension of the crystal and body), this massive entity that has essentially forced the entire timeless pantheon of Exandria into a fit of fear and desperation, now grows before you through your friend.
Imogen. In this space, your friends fade away and you sit in a dark red-black space with mist floating around. Glimmers of light on the far horizon. You just see this lightless expanse of a place between worlds. You can sense the massive sphere that is Exandria, and the realms that overlap it and beyond. Dark except for the distant red tethers of Ruidusborn. The entire population is dark to your vision but the few seeds of Predathos all of a sudden come into your essence. You can see the numerous little seeds of… you? Of us? The lines beginning to blur between you and whatever this entity is that is part of you now. Beyond that you sense their dreams woven together, where they’re all connected through this endless sleep that Predathos has been pushed into. That need to awaken; that need to be brought past the threshhold. Because beyond that darkness, there is light. Burning bright light. Numerous vibrant entities hiding in their distant golden realms. Quaking. They cannot escape and you are so hungry.
Right now Imogen is not focusing on any of you. Just standing and (you can’t tell if it’s basking or is presently not concentrating on the chamber) it’s like the distant stare of a creature that’s mind is a thousand miles away. You watch as her mouth cracks open and you see the dozens and dozens of sharp fangs as a mist escapes the open mouth and a bit of slobber drips from her chin.
As you all find yourselves pulled from the chaos, the fear and the tension of this throwdown with Predathos. You sit in a facsimile of the Matron’s Realm at the distant edges, you still feel the oppressive buzz of Predathos’ psychic power pushing into your mind. You are still present where you were physically, but in this moment, it seems that time has paused or slowed to give you a moment to talk.
Here the wind picks up in a whirl of black feathers, encircles you and scatters off. The Matron looks down upon you and you all glance at each other, seeing yourselves here (though your forms are immaterial and still shifting with the buzzing of static). Imogen in particular is barely present, held strongest to Predathos. The rest of you see a spectral image of her that is staticky and ready to pop out at any moment. As the Matron stares down amongst you,
“My tether within the Heart of Hunger holds but for a moment. But a moment I can stretch to a few. You who has bound with the entity, your body is beyond my sight and I imagine is beyond all our wrath. You and The Red End together have become the nightmare of my brethren. Well done. What have you learned of the God Eater?
RQ:”What was once lost cannot be restored.”
Travis:”I don’t care about you.”
Taliesin:”And if I don’t go down. I’m taking you with me.”
5d6 roll
Ashley gets a 28 (out of a possible 30) for the spell slot restoration from Convalescence.Level Up 16
Level Up 17
Mark of the Messy End
Until the end of his next turn, critical strikes count on rolls for 18 and above for the entire party.Cerebral Shockblight
on LaudnaLiam:”That’s my favorite flavor of Gatorade.”
Braius:”I don’t normally do that. But as a show of good faith…I always liked you, little one…and I’m gonna steal your boyfriend.”
Ashley:”I’m legacy? I don’t know what…”
Matt:”You’re so legacy.”
Chromatic Orb
thanks to Ashton’s buffHDYWTDT
Dorian remembers the last time he cast this spell was when Orym was nearly devoured by a Mimic Wall and sends a thunderous fastball right at the head of Predathos.
Robbie:”The form of Predathos! Of course not!”