Post by Thrym on Nov 19, 2016 5:39:06 GMT -5
//Hello hello! Monica is trying to learn Auran (she still has an int-bonus language slot open)! Now, I am well aware that (unless they were added during my absence) the elemental languages aren't scripted in game, and that's fine. I'm gonna document her attempts here, and if a DM feels like eventually giving me the okay to claim she learned it with a post here, or better yet, gimme some non-functional token labeled Auran in-game, that'd be neat!//
She hadn't been here in a long time. This place really rubbed her the wrong way. She didn't mind storms. The howling through the empty halls of the temple should have been pleasing to the Wind Mage's ears and heart. The gusts whipping her short hair about should feel pleasant. She should feel free and unbound here, where the winds did as they pleased. But the Wind's Song was tainted here. Not simply careless and free as it should be, but malevolent, a cacophony of hate assaulting her senses.
The old Shrine of Talos.
A huff escapes her as she watches the tremendous iron-clad ice statue that accompanied her smash one last quasi-elemental into the ground. They should be flying free, dancing with the storms where and as they pleased, not be forever bound to guard this cursed, long fallen place.
Still, stupid or not, there were few places more likely to hold tomes containing the knowledge she sought. A casual wave of the sorceress' hand let loose a tremendous blast of air, slamming the ruined gates of the tower open. From inside, the cackling of demons joins the corrupted winds, wicked forms slowly oozing out of the shadows... until they were casually dispatched by the statue and the little dragon with it.
Look at him punt those silly demons!
He was so cute, and so tuff!
Go get em, lil guy!
Calling out to the winds, she summons ones more to her liking, the grim stormhowls soon replaced with the songs of chilly northwinds, vibrant air from the upper planes and golden winds from beyond the skies... Apparently, a momentary distraction was all that was needed to pull the Wind Mage's flighty heart from such grim thoughts.
"Ah hah! A bookshelf!"
Cheerily, she skips over towards the first of many shelves to come...
Having filled her bags with whatever books seemed useful to the brim, she calls upon the Winds to whisk her away from the tower, teleporting somewhere safer to start sorting through her finds!