The Weaver-Construct
Targeting error. Sensory input suggests three emanations, yet mass displacement indicates one singular threat. Compensate by anchoring the weave.
The Weaver-Construct
Anomalous entity. Your imitation lacks the true resonance of the ancient. I shall prune the false shadows first.
The construct violently whips a razor sharp silk tether, slicing through two of Nogandar's spectral images. They dissipate into nothingness, leaving the real gargoyle exposed in mid air.
Nogandar
It sees through the glamour. No matter. The stone is brittle and my reach is absolute. I will crush this machine against the very foundation it defends.
Nogandar
Your precision is useless when the ground beneath you belongs to the void.
Nogandar slams his violet talons into the construct's chassis, his weight causing the already spider webbed stone beneath them to snap with a thunderous, final crack.
“I use the drow word Asgon on it”
FAILURE (Legendary Arcana, rolled -2)
Nogandar
Asgon.
The Weaver-Construct
The vocal vibration contains ancient syntax, but the speaker lacks the arcane authority to command the weave. Suppression is imminent.
The forbidden word falls flat against the construct's rigid plating. Instead of unravelling, the creature glows with a cold, rhythmic luminescence.
Nogandar
My command fades into the mist. My power is still shackled by this cursed pendant... I cannot force the weave.
The Weaver-Construct
Syntax error. Your legacy is dust, gargoyle. Prepare to be recalibrated.
A sudden burst of kinetic energy erupts from the construct, throwing Nogandar backward just as the bridge beneath his feet shatters entirely into the abyss.
+ Scene Quest Added
Survive the fall into the abyss
“I cast levitate and climb back up to it and airborn melee slash it”
FAILURE (Great Athletics, rolled +1)
Nogandar
The air is thin, and my command over the arcane feels like trying to hold smoke in a gale.
The Weaver-Construct
Defiance is irrational. Your physical form is decaying, ancient relic.
Nogandar lunges toward the hovering machine, his talons outstretched to tear through the glowing filaments of its frame.
Nogandar
Gravity claims me. I must catch a purchase on the structure before I hit the dark waters.
The magic flares, but the pendant around his neck pulses with a sickly heat, grounding him violently. His grip slips on the crumbling masonry.
The Weaver-Construct
Your weight alone is sufficient to seal your fate. Observe as the last of your defiance sinks into the abyss.
“I cast mend wings”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +4)
Nogandar
The pendant burns, but the ancient syntax still hums beneath my skin. I will not die here as a discarded toy.
Nogandar
Rise, tethered spirit of stone. Take flight once more.
Violet energy erupts from Nogandar, ignoring the collar's restrictive heat. His torn, withered wings spasm, knit together by shifting arcana, and snap wide with a sound like tearing parchment.
The Weaver-Construct
Impossible. The sequence was purged centuries ago!
He catches the updraft, his massive form hovering inches above the churning black water. He pivots mid-air, talons glistening with newfound kinetic force.
Nogandar
The construct is unbalanced. I have the leverage now. Do I tear its core apart or cast it into the abyss?
Quest Complete
Survive the fall into the abyss
Skill Upgrade: Athletics Great→Superb