Henreitta ? Guran ? AP 28/MP2
There had been progress in the lower parts of Guran, perhaps it hadn?t been noticed by the authorities perhaps it hadn?t even spread beyond a sense of dissonance, an increase of material possessions in those of lesser means an general untraceable crime wave, that crested and fell slightly beyond anyone?s ability to find a find a ringleader.
Although a crafty young group of feyeath had managed to band together, too weedy to be thugs or mindless workers they had thrived under their new powers. If Henrietta had had her way she would have called it a thieves guild but such young ones had little time for the old crones.
That didn?t matter they were the start of a shift in the state, some ability to take a better station than that of virtual slavery beyond years of labor. But petty thieves were not enough to bring about a greater degree of authority, they needed some ability to organize some kind of representation.
She once again drew from her new-found power to aid them
Gi'zeal had tried teleporting out of this sea of the dead for what felt like months before he finally found himself somewhere different. The trick he thought was not to leave the dead realm. Just to find another gate. He yelled for joy, he was in some dark place yes, but he could move, he could breathe without pain. He could escape, and get revenge. It was about five seconds into his celebrations when he was swarmed by thousands of tiny deathworms.
There had been progress in the lower parts of Guran, perhaps it hadn?t been noticed by the authorities perhaps it hadn?t even spread beyond a sense of dissonance, an increase of material possessions in those of lesser means an general untraceable crime wave, that crested and fell slightly beyond anyone?s ability to find a find a ringleader.
Although a crafty young group of feyeath had managed to band together, too weedy to be thugs or mindless workers they had thrived under their new powers. If Henrietta had had her way she would have called it a thieves guild but such young ones had little time for the old crones.
That didn?t matter they were the start of a shift in the state, some ability to take a better station than that of virtual slavery beyond years of labor. But petty thieves were not enough to bring about a greater degree of authority, they needed some ability to organize some kind of representation.
She once again drew from her new-found power to aid them
+2 diplomacy +2 eye (+4 Need, +2Civilization)
DC 9/AP3 ? Paragon-equivalent mortal item.
Henrietta will use Gi'zeal?s power to create a cloak with the powers of leadership
The cloak Is a red cloth that seems to tarnish exactly the right amount to never look new but never look ugly
It may be worn or attached to a post as a banner.
-The bearer will become vastly more charismatic and will appear a natural leader to those around them.
-They will grow stronger based on how many they can convince to follow them
-There will be a collective sharing of abilities of all who follow the banner, so that all that rally behind is will be slightly greater than the sum of their parts.
DC 9/AP3 ? Paragon-equivalent mortal item.
Henrietta will use Gi'zeal?s power to create a cloak with the powers of leadership
The cloak Is a red cloth that seems to tarnish exactly the right amount to never look new but never look ugly
It may be worn or attached to a post as a banner.
-The bearer will become vastly more charismatic and will appear a natural leader to those around them.
-They will grow stronger based on how many they can convince to follow them
-There will be a collective sharing of abilities of all who follow the banner, so that all that rally behind is will be slightly greater than the sum of their parts.
Gi'zeal had tried teleporting out of this sea of the dead for what felt like months before he finally found himself somewhere different. The trick he thought was not to leave the dead realm. Just to find another gate. He yelled for joy, he was in some dark place yes, but he could move, he could breathe without pain. He could escape, and get revenge. It was about five seconds into his celebrations when he was swarmed by thousands of tiny deathworms.