Tonight’s update reveals the harsh truth of the price of power and the hunger of knowledge. But before we dive into this there isn’t always a darkness in motivation of individuals. Sometimes it’s just fate and sometimes its coincidence. But before I go on another tangent let’s get back to the adventure!
The Price of Power
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Stepping through the portal as the connection and presence left her mind Lucile stumbled towards the figures waiting on the calcified webs. She recognised Alex instantly and had seen Viktira once or twice before but she didn’t know the drow. That was until one of them, Qistra, walked at her with a blade drawn. A coin dropped in her mind and she could see the resemblance to the head of the Melarn family – wealthy silk merchants who did business with the surface world occasionally.
But the young drow quickly changed her pace as she saw Lucile. A look of worry appeared and then hesitation as she stopped completely. “What happened to you? You look horrible.” Qistra said.
“I don’t remember much,” Lucile began before a wave of tiredness took over her. “I remember following a voice that called me to the deep dark and then finding myself in a trance in another space. The chanting I was doing was in a language that I didn’t know but it left a foulness in my mouth that it must have been infernal or abyssal. But I feel fine now, just a bit tired. I think the presence lost interest in me. Where are the adventurers that were with you? I must warn them…” she began before being cut off.
“They went in to stop you releasing whatever was trapped in there. Last we saw them the portal closed and they were hurrying across the fields in the other dimension. But you don’t look fine, were you attacked or touched by the fiend or a creature in there?” Viktira said as she approached Alex.
“Lucile, you better look at yourself.” Alex said as he fished out a mirror from a bag. Lucile looked down at her reflection and couldn’t believe her eyes. She had aged significantly. It was like she had had her youth, drained by a ghost or spectre. Her youthful face was wrinkled and sunken, her eyes were cloudy and the colour from her hair was receding. The hair she could fix easily enough but the rest she just simply couldn’t believe.
“I guess, this is the price of power. I got too close to real power and it took all that it could and now I have to live with the consequences.” she said as she touched the image in the mirror. Somewhere behind her the portal shimmered as a battle raged on in the dimension and the visage of a fiend flickered and wavered as the heroes that Andrasa found fought for their lives, and the future of all.
Thanks for joining me tonight. Tonight I toyed around a bit with the “slicer” that you can do in Artbreeder by taking an existing image you have created and modifying it slightly. This gave me the ability and freedom to tweak the age of Lucile and make it look like she had aged. If you haven’t given it a try already I can’t recommend Artbreeder enough for personal use. Now don’t forget that we have another day left before we completely wrap up this year so don’t forget to come back tomorrow and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 