(Connected with The Temple of the Divine Mother -- The Cleanse Storyline. Feel free to post for your character's experiences here)
It wasn't often that Pharlen was summoned. She discouraged that, along with the knowledge that as she could be summoned, she could also be banished. And she did not care to be banished, at all.
The timelord appeared in a wavering of reality, a rippling of ectoplasmic matter which splashed and coated her as she stepped from it. Smelling strongly of brackish water, Pharlen stood, impassive, white hair slowly shedding the translucent ectoplasm, her battered trenchcoat and green denim jeans coated in it. It puddled around her feet and rather quickly evaporated.
"This better be good," Pharlen noted flatly, removing her glasses and shaking the goop from them while regarding her summoner.
A troll woman of some ten feet in height glanced to the awestricken young centaur male clinging to her side, then bowed to Pharlen.
"I honestly didn't believe this would work, but Aaron insisted. Accept our apologies, Mistress, but once you promised young Aaron that you would come to his aid if he called, and he and his family here needs your aid desperately now," the troll announced, inspecting the woman, "I am Mother Gau."
This was not the hero she expected and prayed for. This was a displaced desert rat. A creepy albino who'd been in the sun far too long.
"Aaron?" Pharlen frowned, peering at the centaur, her head tilting as she replaced her glasses. The youth was a fair twenty summers, with a pinto's body and a kind featured face reminiscent of a wide eyed colt.
"Spots," the centaur echoed in a whisper, "You took me from the people forcing me to work for them a long time ago."
"Spots," Pharlen laughed once, "I remember. Why are you still in the orphanage?"
It was an orphanage, she realized. There were dozens of little faces watching her in alarm.
"I work here now," Aaron explained, exhaling, looking up to the troll woman, "And something bad is happening tonight."
Pharlen frowned faintly. Mesteno had told her of mercenaries and soldiers alike starting to show up around town, Jackie and Desdenova spoke of tensions and protests, and now this.
"We don't know what is happening," Gau admitted, "But we know that my children are in danger. There has been a lot of unrest in town. None of us here have any real powers, we're just... an orphanage. Oh, certainly, I'm sure I could do a bit of damage if I could find my old war mace, but I'm no spring chicken."
"Alright," Pharlen nodded, turning a circle. She wasn't actually sure where she was in the city. She could easily have the children moved to one of Andu's or Thorn's holdings, even to Chryrie's. But, there really was no need for that.
Pharlen held out her hand. A small, delicate bubble spun into existence within her palm. She exhaled over it, then sang a strange melody over it. It was a distant song of coming rain, the soft rushing of a springtime stream pushing through the dry grasses of winter.
Lifting her arm, Pharlen tossed the bubble, singing to it, gesturing a wide circle. It began to grow. It continued to grow as Pharlen turned, walking a perimeter around the property. Aaron and Gau followed her, struck silent.
The bubble settled, and shimmered under the winter sunlight. It was thick, four feet or so, and completely encapsulated the orphanage and grounds.
"The children won't be able to walk through. The adults will be able to. You can leave and bring in people as needed, but for the sake of the Spirits, be certain that they are with you. If you aren't certain, leave them in the space between outside and inside," Pharlen explained, turning back to Gau, "Hold their hand and they will be able to walk through it with you. Release them to leave them in the null space."
"Very well," Gau nodded, staring at the shielding.
"If you find dead, or badly wounded, leave them there as well. I'll get to them when I can."
"Thank you," Aaron whispered, abruptly hugging Pharlen tightly. She laughed somewhat, patting his shoulder.
"Don't be a hero, darling. I will be most displeased if I must go looking for your soul to put back into your body."
Pharlen narrowed her eyes before she faded away from reality into the flow of time. A lot of people had her card. She resigned herself to suffering at least a few more summonings before the night was over.
It wasn't often that Pharlen was summoned. She discouraged that, along with the knowledge that as she could be summoned, she could also be banished. And she did not care to be banished, at all.
The timelord appeared in a wavering of reality, a rippling of ectoplasmic matter which splashed and coated her as she stepped from it. Smelling strongly of brackish water, Pharlen stood, impassive, white hair slowly shedding the translucent ectoplasm, her battered trenchcoat and green denim jeans coated in it. It puddled around her feet and rather quickly evaporated.
"This better be good," Pharlen noted flatly, removing her glasses and shaking the goop from them while regarding her summoner.
A troll woman of some ten feet in height glanced to the awestricken young centaur male clinging to her side, then bowed to Pharlen.
"I honestly didn't believe this would work, but Aaron insisted. Accept our apologies, Mistress, but once you promised young Aaron that you would come to his aid if he called, and he and his family here needs your aid desperately now," the troll announced, inspecting the woman, "I am Mother Gau."
This was not the hero she expected and prayed for. This was a displaced desert rat. A creepy albino who'd been in the sun far too long.
"Aaron?" Pharlen frowned, peering at the centaur, her head tilting as she replaced her glasses. The youth was a fair twenty summers, with a pinto's body and a kind featured face reminiscent of a wide eyed colt.
"Spots," the centaur echoed in a whisper, "You took me from the people forcing me to work for them a long time ago."
"Spots," Pharlen laughed once, "I remember. Why are you still in the orphanage?"
It was an orphanage, she realized. There were dozens of little faces watching her in alarm.
"I work here now," Aaron explained, exhaling, looking up to the troll woman, "And something bad is happening tonight."
Pharlen frowned faintly. Mesteno had told her of mercenaries and soldiers alike starting to show up around town, Jackie and Desdenova spoke of tensions and protests, and now this.
"We don't know what is happening," Gau admitted, "But we know that my children are in danger. There has been a lot of unrest in town. None of us here have any real powers, we're just... an orphanage. Oh, certainly, I'm sure I could do a bit of damage if I could find my old war mace, but I'm no spring chicken."
"Alright," Pharlen nodded, turning a circle. She wasn't actually sure where she was in the city. She could easily have the children moved to one of Andu's or Thorn's holdings, even to Chryrie's. But, there really was no need for that.
Pharlen held out her hand. A small, delicate bubble spun into existence within her palm. She exhaled over it, then sang a strange melody over it. It was a distant song of coming rain, the soft rushing of a springtime stream pushing through the dry grasses of winter.
Lifting her arm, Pharlen tossed the bubble, singing to it, gesturing a wide circle. It began to grow. It continued to grow as Pharlen turned, walking a perimeter around the property. Aaron and Gau followed her, struck silent.
The bubble settled, and shimmered under the winter sunlight. It was thick, four feet or so, and completely encapsulated the orphanage and grounds.
"The children won't be able to walk through. The adults will be able to. You can leave and bring in people as needed, but for the sake of the Spirits, be certain that they are with you. If you aren't certain, leave them in the space between outside and inside," Pharlen explained, turning back to Gau, "Hold their hand and they will be able to walk through it with you. Release them to leave them in the null space."
"Very well," Gau nodded, staring at the shielding.
"If you find dead, or badly wounded, leave them there as well. I'll get to them when I can."
"Thank you," Aaron whispered, abruptly hugging Pharlen tightly. She laughed somewhat, patting his shoulder.
"Don't be a hero, darling. I will be most displeased if I must go looking for your soul to put back into your body."
Pharlen narrowed her eyes before she faded away from reality into the flow of time. A lot of people had her card. She resigned herself to suffering at least a few more summonings before the night was over.