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    Chapter 16: The Ant and the Grasshopper

    The Great Library of Palanthas, Fourthday, Thirdmonth, 356

    Six months. It had taken Lanadon six months of too-precious time to copy the book six times. Six months of sneaking into the Library each night and taking the book - removing a book from the Library! - back to his cell. He remembered the first time he had read it, disbelieving the words before his eyes. But what if it were possible?

    Once he had read the book, he had known what he needed to do. Six times he copied the book. It went against everything he had ever been taught, everything the Aesthetics stood for, but he did it. He did it so that others would have the chance to decide their roles.

    As Lanadon waited for the ink to dry on the final page, he thought back to a year ago. He had been in the Library, doing his part in the endless duty of maintaining the books lining its shelves. Astinus the Chronicler, sitting nearby, had filled one of his voluminous tomes, a rare occurence. His aide Bertrem was ready with a fresh volume, and placed it before him.

    “We will begin preparation of the next volume immediately, master,” said Bertrem, noting the short stack of blank books beside the Chronicler.

    “That won’t be necessary,” said Astinus as he put his pen to the first page and began writing. Lanadon had been as stunned as Bertrem, who asked for an explanation. Astinus had merely gestured at a nearby shelf. Lanadon had watched as Bertrem ran his fingers down the spines, then drew out an ancient volume. When the aide read the first page he went white and thrust the book back onto the shelf as if it had burned him.

    That very book now sat before Lanadon, along with the six copies he had made. Lanadon’s hands no longer trembled when he stared back at what was called “The Triumph of the Twin” and began to turn the pages, but he still felt a chill whenever he read the words on the page before him - the last page...the original penned by the infallible Astinus:

    “As of Fourthday, Fifthmonth, Year 358, the world ends.”
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    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    “I will,” Darvig uttered.

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    Ashtari Windglade

    Present Day, some seven months later

    In a field one summer's day, a Grasshopper was wandering about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant walked by, grunting as he carried a plump kernel of corn.

    "Hullo there, where are you going with that heavy thing?" asked the Grasshopper.

    Without stopping, the Ant replied, "To our ant hill, you doorknob. This is the third kernel I've delivered today. Now go away."

    "Why not come and sing with me," said the Grasshopper, "instead of working so hard?"

    "Silly grasshopper, can't you see I am helping to store food for the winter," said the Ant, "and if you had half-a-mind, you would do the same."

    "Why bother about winter?" said the Grasshopper. "We have plenty of food right now."

    But the grumpy Ant stomped on its way.

    The weather soon turned cold. All the food lying in the field was covered with a thick blanket of snow that even the grasshopper could not dig through. Soon, the Grasshopper found himself dying of hunger.

    He staggered to the ant's hill and saw them handing out corn from the stores they had collected in the summer.

    Then the grasshopper knew.


    Ashtari squished the grasshopper, to see what its insides looked like. She'd seen the gully dwarves do it all the time. If it was gooey, it was good, Ashtari had learned from the gully clan.

    Then the Grasshopper knew: He should have tried harder to make friends with the Ant, so he would have a nice place to stay during the cold winter months.

    Ashtari's wanderlust took hold. By the light of her torch in the dark tunnel, she was playing with the ant and grasshopper (now squished) and she looked up into the privies of the tunnel. At last, after seven months underground, there was a light at the end of a tunnel, not that there was anything wrong with tunnels - they were filled with all kinds of interesting things like gully dwarves and carrion crawlers, rust monsters and urkhan worms and the mysterious shadowfolk.

    The she-kender felt the breeze of surface air wafting over her from above. She couldn't wait to find some of her best friends and tell them all about the shadowfolk and how to squish a grasshopper like a gully dwarf. Gully dwarves were so smart. At last, Ashtari, torch still in hand, followed the light and climbed from the tunnel to somewhere on the surface of Ansalon. Where was she? It sure looked deserted. She sneezed from a scurrying dust cloud.

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    It was the brink of morning, and the sun was about to appear over the horizon, sending a red glow across the dusty flat plains. An endless expanse of nothing was all Ashtari could see in all directions. The thrill of wanderlust overcame her. What direction should she go? It all looked the same, so she spun round and round with her eyes shut, then opened them as she stopped. That way. Dizzy, her eye suddenly caught the glimmer of a bluish flash of light off in the distance, followed by the foreboding rumbles of thunder.

    She turned. A storm like she had never seen was approaching. She had never seen a storm move so fast, and it was crawling, like a spider, low in the sky. Hot wind engulfed her, and driving rain began pelting her. If the wind got any hotter it might burn her skin. Roiling black clouds spread across the sky were approaching. Another flash. In the distance, a blue lightning bolt struck the earth, followed by another to the east, another to the west, followed by echoing rumbles of thunder. Jagged webs of the blue lightning sizzled through the smokey black clouds threatening to pass overhead.

    Ash stood in awe and wonder. It was the most fascinating storm she had even seen.

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    Your turn Dal! Two basic choices: try to find shelter from the storm (make a Survival check); or stand in fascination and let the storm pass over you.
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    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    “I will,” Darvig uttered.

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    Ashtari enjoyed how the light of her torch flickered and spat, especially when a rogue drop of water from the ceiling managed to find it. It was even more remarkable to see how it shined in the moisture along the walls of the long tunnel she was moving through. At points where the moisture had collected deeply in the ground, or in large quantities along the walls, she marveled at the flaming reflections. And oh, look at the bugs!

    "Squishy!" she giggled and struggled to extract the crushed bug from her boots with the non-flaming end of her torch. You do not know how hard that is until you try it. Imagine trying to clean the bottom of your shoe with a flaming stick. After a bit she shook her head and pressed her foot against the wall to slide it down the rough surface.

    "Gotcha! Sticky, gooey, annoying buggy. Grobber would have liked that one. Oooh, is that the sun, or maybe a fireball?"

    Her pace picked up and her heart began to race as the surface finally loomed before her. She was hungry for adventure and wanted badly to feel the breeze on her skin. A nice bath would do her nicely as well. As Ashtari stepped out to the flat plains she tossed the torch behind her haphazardly. It was a distant memory by the time she had skipped her way toward the rising sun.

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    What direction should she go? It all looked the same, so she spun round and round with her eyes shut, then opened them as she stopped. That way. Dizzy, her eye suddenly caught the glimmer of a bluish flash of light off in the distance, followed by the foreboding rumbles of thunder.

    "Lightning! Oh I didn't bring my pole!"
    she kicked a stray rock in mock anger.

    "I'd really like to catch some of it and maybe save it for later. Maybe stick a gobbo with it!"

    She went on for a while with nobody in particular to hear it, but that wasn't a problem at all. The whole world could be a barren wasteland and she still would have a lot to talk about. The white-gloved hand wiped a bit of dust from her forest green stockings and she continued skipping along.

    "Warrrrrrm!" Her voice took on an annoyed, whiny quality. But when the lightning strikes picked up, and it appeared that the clouds might be trying to eat her, the skipping ceased and she stared at the heavens in awe.

    "Weird clouds."

    Ashtari's head tilted to the side a bit as she considered what was consuming the sky above. She looked not unlike a puppy trying to understand the words of its master, and twice as innocent. A brow arched and she chewed on her lower lip. It almost seemed that the clouds were playing a game of tag with her.

    "You're expecting me to run, but ohhh I'm on to you! If I run you'll just fly faster and get me. But you won't expect me to run right to you. Haha! Sorry clouuuuds, but I'm way smarter than you. You can't catch me!"

    Suddenly she sprung as if shot out of a crossbow, bounding under the approaching storm at full speed. She hoped to rush through it before it had the good sense to fire crazy tag-bolts backwards. Maybe it would even trip itself?!?
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    Ashtari fought against driving horizontal rain in the hurricane-force winds, running straight into the heart of the storm. The rain was steaming hot as water in a whistling tea kettle. The roiling, black clouds came to roll over her. The red morning darkened to dark gray, except for the flashing - strobing blue lightning bolts pelting the landscape relentlessly in every direction. The storm was miles wide and the black clouds were preternaturally rolling in faster-than-she'd-ever-seen motion, like time itself had sped up. The blue lightning bolts, as if hurled by the gods, bombarded the barren plains by the hundreds around the kender. The ones that struck close dazzled her and blasted great craters into the muddying-sandy earth. The thunder was deafening. She'd heard the wizard Fizban could make fireworks like nobody's business, but they must be nothing compared to this!

    The inside of the storm became a gigantic obstacle course as Ashtari ran, and, as it turned out, it was kind of fun. She leaped out of the way of explosions of dirt and blinding flashes as the snap-hiss and smell of ozone clued her to jump away just in time. Her head swiveled this way and that as she ran. The storm was everywhere still, blotting out the sky. Time had sped up. The booming thunder ceased to cease. Her boots were sinking deeper and deeper into mud. Time was passing. The hot winds made her sweat. The hot rain was like having a gnomehose pointed straight at you, turned on full blast with a red dragon fueling the steamtank with its fiery breath. Yet the lucky kender deftly leaped from striking lightning bolt to striking lightning bolt for the better part of an hour, when finally, she zigged when she should've zagged.

    Ashtari was suddenly struck directly by a blue lightning bolt. Her body froze in time. Every hair on her body stood on end. Shockwaves jolted her body like she had mad shivers. The boom of thunder cracked above, and the bolt released her. Shocked badly, Ashtari dropped to the ground. Maybe this wasn't such a fun obstacle course after all. But she had little choice. She rose and kept running, soaked to the bone.

    As time passed like the sand through an hourglass, Ashtari dodged bolt after bolt. After an hour of running wildly through the storm there was a hiss and a deafening crack that flashed so bright in front of her eyes, she saw colored spots. Then grey. She heard the thunder booming around her, the jagged lightning sizzling in the black clouds. She could see nothing but gray in front of her eyes. Nothing. Ashtari felt her eyes with her hands. Both were still there, and it seemed like she could move them around. She felt herself rolling her eyes in circling orbits. Was this what it was like to be a bat? The kender's keen ears twitched and, slower now, to keep from tripping, foraged her way on through the storm.

    By some blind stroke of kender luck, Ashtari jumped when her instincts told her to jump, and it worked, sometimes. She was struck a second time, and fell in deeper weakness. She rose. Ears pierced, right when she heard the hissing in the sky right above her she would leap. Other times they would hit her but she felt no pain. She merely felt the blast of the crater into the earth and clambered back to her feet and out of the mud pit and on under the thunder rumbling above. It was like real life blind leapfrog. She was starting to miss being able to see the lightning though, as it had been spectacular.

    Suddenly the storm went silent as the ground burst beneath her. She rose again. Silence. She could feel the heat and the driving rain, but could neither hear nor see a thing.

    Is this what its like to be dead? Ashtari wondered. No, it wasn't, she decided. If she were dead, she wouldn't feel all wet and soggy - well, maybe she would - but she wouldn't feel the heat and rain of the storm in her face, and she'd mostly likely be laying down, unless she had been hanged...

    And so it was, quite a miracle of luck, that a blind, deaf kender zigged and zagged at all the right times, evading being struck again by the storm that silently and invisibly raged around her.

    After four long hours of madness had passed, the winds began to calm. The dreary downpour of rain that had Ashtari knee-deep in wet sand was raining downwards, instead of sideways on fierce searing winds. The storm had passed. Besides, the obstacle course was getting a little wearisome, and not being able to see or hear was getting more irritating by the moment. Being blind and deaf like - a Black Pudding'! The thought cheered the kender. But soon, that game became boring too.

    Nagging at Ashtari in her dark silence was the weakness she felt from being struck by lightning, twice! Aunty Crackletoes up in Lemon always claimed lightning never struck in the same place twice. Wait, the bolts had been in a different place. What was she gonna do, she wondered? She could feel the seepage of sogginess in her boots, wading down her spirits. The heat of the storm had cooled to a wet chill. After that storm, Ashtari wondered if the sun had even risen. Where was she? Where was anywhere?

    Wait! she thought optimistically, maybe there's something in my pouches that might help...

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    Ashtari enters storm.
    10 minutes into the storm Blue lightning bolt strikes down at Ashtari. 3d6= 10.
    Ashtari Ref save, d20+13= 25, evades lightning bolt.
    Ashtari Survival check. d20+0= 9, fail. Ashtari is lost in the giant storm for the remainder of the hour.
    20 minutes into the storm Blue lightning bolt strikes down at Ashtari. 3d6= 8.
    Ashtari Ref save, d20+13= 21, evades.
    30 minutes into the storm Blue lightning bolt strikes down at Ashtari. 3d6= 12. Ref save, d20+13= 22, evades.
    40 minutes into the storm Blue lightning bolt strikes down at Ashtari. 3d6= 12. Ref save, d20+13= 18, fails. takes 24 electricity damage.
    50 minutes into the storm Blue lightning bolt strikes down at Ashtari. 3d6= 8. Ref save, d20+13= nat 20, evades.
    60 minutes into the storm Blue lightning bolt strikes down at Ashtari. 3d6= 23, evades.
    1 hour has passed, and the storm rages on. Ashtari may now retryl a Survival check to find shelter. Survival d20+0= 1. Ashtari is thoroughly consumed in the storm.
    Storm length: d?=4 hours.
    Hour 2
    10 minutes into 2nd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 7. The flash blinds her. She feels no pain from the lightning bolt.
    Astari is blind: The creature cannot see. It takes a –2 penalty to Armor Class, loses its Dexterity bonus to AC (if any), and takes a –4 penalty on most Strength- and Dexterity-based skill checks and on opposed Perception skill checks. All checks and activities that rely on vision (such as reading and Perception checks based on sight) automatically fail. All opponents are considered to have total concealment (50% miss chance) against the blinded character. Blind creatures must make a DC 10 Acrobatics skill check to move faster than half speed. Creatures that fail this check fall prone. Characters who remain blinded for a long time grow accustomed to these drawbacks and can overcome some of them.
    20 minutes into 2nd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 12. Ref save (even blind there is no penalty to Ref save) d20+13= 17, fails. 18 electricity damage.
    30 minutes into 2nd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 7. Ashtari feels no pain but feels the ozone snap-hiss and deafening crack.
    40 minutes into 2nd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 14. Ref save d20+13= 27, evades.
    50 minutes into 2nd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 9. Ref save d20+13= 23, evades.
    60 minutes into 2nd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 7. Ashtari feels no pain but feels/hears the strike.
    Hour 2 of storm completed.
    Hour 3
    Ashtari Survival check with -20 circumstance penalty for being blind. d20-20= -13. Ashtari is hopelessly lost in the storm for another hour.
    10 minutes into 3rd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 13. Ref save d20+13= 21, evades.
    20 minutes into 3rd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 11. Ref save d20+13= 21, evades.
    30 minutes into 3rd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 8. Ref save d20+13= 20, just evades.
    40 minutes into 3rd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 8. Ref save d20+13= 21, lol evades.
    50 minutes into 3rd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 10. Ref save d20+13= 20, awesome.
    60 minutes into 3rd hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 7. gets struck but feels no pain.
    Hour 3 of storm completed.
    Hour 4
    Ashtari Survival check with -20 circumstance penalty for being blind. d20-20= -6. Ashtari is hopelessly lost in the storm for another hour.
    10 minutes into 4th hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 6. kender are immune to this effect.
    20 minutes into 4th hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 15. Ashtari is deafened by the thunder. Deafened: A deafened character cannot hear. He takes a –4 penalty on initiative checks, automatically fails Perception checks based on sound, takes a –4 penalty on opposed Perception checks, and has a 20% chance of spell failure when casting spells with verbal components. Characters who remain deafened for a long time grow accustomed to these drawbacks and can overcome some of them.
    30 minutes into 4th hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 11. Ref save d20+13= 21, evades.
    40 minutes into 4th hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 11. Ref save d20+13= 20 lol, evades. good thing for that +1 racial bonus to saves and the Lucky feat!
    50 minutes into 4th hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 11. Ref save d20+13= 26, evades.
    60 minutes into 4th hour Blue lightning bolt strikes Ashtari 3d6= 11. Ref save d20+13= nat 20, evades.
    The storm passes and Ashtari has survived (that's bragging rights!), though she comes away with both the blinded and deafened conditions, and 42 electricity damage.
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    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    “I will,” Darvig uttered.

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    Rushing through the heart of a raging storm started out as a great idea for the little Kender. It was a game of sorts, played against an unknown opponent who seemed to really like lightning bolts, dark clouds, and hot rain. Ashtari found herself to be quite adept at avoiding those deadly bolts and reveled in the exploding dirt the kick up with each blast. If only she had the time to observe the damage that had been done to the ground...but her opponent was trying very hard to beat her, so on she continued to run, skip, and zigzag.

    Then the ground started to fight against her and it seemed like the earth itself were sucking her boots down with a million muddy mouths. She wondered if it was punishment for crushing the grasshopper. Concentrating on one's feet is not the way to win at a game of thunder and lightning tag though. As she examined her boots she felt the unearthly tingle that was becoming commonplace in such a storm. Another bolt was coming! She attempted to dive aside but her opponent was too quick. The resulting explosion of pain rattled her body to the core and left her dazed for a bit. It was as if her muscles had all squeezed tight to her bones and wouldn't let go, and her body was sizzling with the stinky smell of burned hair.

    Undaunted, and surely not close to quitting, Ashtari rose, yelled at the sky for the dirty trick of distracting her, and was off running again. Her pace had slowed and she wasn't able to shake off the tightness in her muscles. She would later relate it to wearing a shirt and pants that were just too tight while trying to win a race.

    On she ran, slower and less agile, with bolts crashing down around her as her opponent wasted no energy to win. Another blast struck hard and threw her off her feet, and the greatest curiosity dawned on her as her eyes joined the side of her opponent.

    "No fair! I can't see!"

    What a cruel trick of the storm. How was she supposed to win if the earth sucked at her boots, the rain weighed down her clothes, and her eyes could no longer see? That just not fair at all.

    As she got back to running the Kender hurled insult after insult at the clouds and her mysterious opponent. If she were being honest, her opponent was quite rude, and she wasn't entirely sure if it were cheating or not. Making her blind was definitely not good sportsmanship. Her father would have rolled his eyes and made a whistling sound if he were there, and not for the first time did she wish the dragon wings on her back (gifted by her father) would work. It's too bad that artwork didn't come to life...

    More bolts rained down upon her and her smile returned a bit. Even against impossible odds she was still finding a way to avoid the bolts, and mercifully she no longer felt the burns, but then the ground exploded around her little form and she wasn't sure which way was up. With a face full of mud she pushed herself up from the ground but found that she could no longer hear anything. Could her opponent truly be this cruel?

    At that point she yelled more curses at the sky, but even she couldn't hear them anymore. She wasn't sure if she even said anything at all. Did the storm take her tongue? Nope..there it was. Probably shouldn't have bitten down to find it.

    She thought she might have said that she didn't want to catch lightning ever again, of course she couldn't hear herself to be sure. How weird an experience this was....

    Some time later she was certain the storm had passed and the Kender dropped unceremoniously to the mud and dirt. There she laid for a while in dark, silent contemplation. Would she remain blind and deaf for the rest of her life? That was an unsettling thought for certain. She couldn't very well continue her artwork this way, and how in the name of the gods would she be able to catalogue her journeys if she couldn't see the land around her? Her hands groped for her cloak and fingers absently slipped into one of the pouches on the inside lining, hoping to find a cure to her new and devilish setback.

    That was the last time she would play tag with a storm. Storms were just not fair competitors. Not at all. But...she did win.

    "I beat you, you stupid, wet, lightning bolty, thundery, hot airy, stinking of burned hairy, cheater!"
    She called out, or at least she thought she might have. It felt like she did, but she of course could not hear it. Would have been nice if she could at least see her words to know she had gotten them right.
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    Ashtari blindly, deafly, and soggily fished through her pouches that were many. *spongy* *cold* *sticky* *wet* *broken* *hard* *ouch!* *furry* *round*...

    What was round?

    She pulled out a medallion attached to a chain, she could feel. Hmm, she couldn't remember where it had come from. Wait! Fizban had dropped it, and she was meaning to give it back to him if she ever met him. She had acquired it when she'd run into a band of kender frolicking in Goodlund about a year ago, and the inevitable ensued.

    Pouches were dumped empty on the ground as the kender were all prattling at once over the fascinating things they had found in their adventures and the tales that went with them. Several exchanges were made without a second thought, for kender had no concept of ownership. Ashtari now remembered she had picked up a medallion that a kender claimed she'd borrowed from Fizban, on the condition that she give it back to him someday. Ashtari figured she could just give it back to him if she saw him. At the time she'd seen the medallion. It was silver, and had etchings on both sides. On one side was a valiant warrior. On the other was a wizard's hat. Now Ashtari could only feel its etchings.

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    Random Kender Grab Pouch (for today): d20+9= 20. d00=? finds medallion.
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    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    “I will,” Darvig uttered.

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    Ashtari lay upon the dust and castoff of the raging storm that had past. Her energy was spent, her body burned, and both her ears and eyes rendered useless. It was a confusing and spectacular experience, if she were to admit that, but at the moment she considered it more a nuisance than anything else.

    Her fingers traced the cold metal of the medallion she had fished from her pouches. It was a pretty thing if she remembered it accurately. Circular and two-sided, with a short length of chain that she wasn't sure if it was steel or silver, the medallion was certainly worth keeping if she could one day give it back to Fizban the Fabulous. Who wouldn't want the opportunity to meet the fireball tossing Kender friend?

    She continued to trace as her mind took her on distant adventures and she wondered how wonderful they could still be if only experienced by touch. Ashtari also started to plot how her Sithak could be used as one of those blind human pokey sticks. You know the ones. Where they poke everything they pass and get away with it. That could be fun, but people probably wouldn't appreciate getting poked by the sharp ends of her Sithak. Oh well...

    Fingers ran over the wizard hat and its splendid curve and she imagined what Fizban would have looked like. She also pictured how enjoyable it would be to lay in a pile of feathery pillows. By then she had slipped the chain around her neck to hang with the copper ladybug medallion, thinking the two charms would look pretty together. All she had left to do was get the strength to stand and start poking things with her Sithak.
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    All she had left to do was get the strength to...to...get the strength to that...that pile of feathery pillows...

    It had been the electrocution and its toll, and after the long climb. Ash drifted to innocent sleep with the speed of narcolepsy without a fear in the world - as kender did - as she needed of most all things, rest.

    And so, a blind, deaf kender slept in the sandy wet earth under Krynn's night sky somewhere in the vast Plains of Dust. And that night, no predators found her.

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    Ashtari was aware of herself again. She was shivering and cold. She instinctively willed her eyes open. Nothing but gray. The world was still silent. She was hungry and thirsty, for not only was it cold, it was dry and arid and dusty now that time had passed. She must have slept for many, many hours. She unclutched sore fingers from the medallion she'd found in her pouches now hanging from her neck, like she had clutched at it tightly all through her sleep.

    There was then a cool breeze that caused Ash to lean up on an elbow and feel its touch across her cheek. It was somehow refreshing, unlike like the cruel winter winds blowing from "that way". This was like a springtime breeze, carrying on it the fresh scent of blooming flowers. Ash reminded herself to stop and smell roses more often. It was true. Being blind and deaf had its blessings. Never had she been able to focus on just smelling something, without looking, listening, tasting, and especially touching it too. Anyway, had she just slept for six months? It was early winter when she last remembered sitting down after the storm.

    Then the kender could feel a light trickle upon her face. Refreshing rain, it was, beginning to fall. Ash stuck out her tongue to soak it in. More came. The rain was like water for her soul, and she basked in it, mouth open wide. The cool springtime breeze and refreshing rain lasted for some time, when...

    Ash could suddenly see again. All was quiet. It didn't matter - what she saw would take years of wonder to gape at. The rain was silver and gold. She was soaked, glittering silver and gold, but it felt good. The ground around her was silver and gold as rain puddles began to form. She seemed to be in the same place she'd fallen asleep in. There was a bright flash in the distance. Ash saw a bright yellow lightning bolt strike the ground some few hundred jail cells away, but it made no sound.

    "Wow," she said, about to look up. She had spoken out loud subconsciously, and heard herself! She poked a finger in one ear and hummed, and another ear and hummed and, yep, she could hear herself. She knocked her fist on her noggin'. Yeah, she heard it knocking. But then her head swiveled back to where the lightning bolt struck, confused. It had made no sound. There had been no thunder afterward. There was no thunder now. She looked up.

    Time seemed to speed up again. Low in the sky, billowing white clouds rolled over her with preternatural grace. With the clouds came the gentle spring breeze and the gold and silver rain coating everything in the silent storm's path. Deep within the white clouds that engulfed the sky, there were sheets of bright flashes of yellow light. Across the flat landscape of silver and gold, another silent lightning bolt shot down from the clouds, silently striking a rock but not splintering it. There was no sound of thunder. She hiccuped, and could hear it. Unlike the dark black and purple storm, the lightning bolts did not pound the land relentlessly into destruction. These silent, yellow lightning bolts from the clouds were sparse, causing no craters. Ash gulped down more gold and silver rain, scratching her head. The rain was so good.

    She stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes looking downward. Yep, her tongue was silver and gold too. Even her insides maybe! she thought.

    She wondered, rubbing her eyes again at what she was experiencing.

    Had she eatin' some strange gully dwarf mushroom from underground? There was the purple one, and the gray one, and the blue-brown one, and the...

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    Chance for Wandering Encounter while asleep: d00= 73, no encounters.
    Ashtari gets a rest! (natural healing).
    NEW DAY! blindness and deafness still in effect.
    Blindness and deafness vanish simultaneously, and at that moment Ash is back at full hit points. Love this campaign!
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    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    “I will,” Darvig uttered.

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    That night she dreamed of Silver Dragons intertwined with each other, as if in some mating dance or ritual that she failed to completely understand. The great Silvers, her favorite of all the dragons to be sure, had dominated a starless sky. They were beautiful as they reflected the light of the white moon, which cascaded down upon her mesmerized form like a million brilliantly lit fireflies. Oh how they spun and seemed to dance in the air around her snatching fingers. The sights and sounds were so wonderful in her dream that she forgot that she was deaf and blind.

    She woke from her sleep and experienced a cold air that sunk into her bones and left her teeth chattering. Her fingers ached from clutching Fizban’s Medallion and even after she extracted the metal circle from her hands the fingers on her right hand still wanted to squeeze. It was as if they missed it. Slowly she opened and closed her fist and enjoyed the slight stinging sensation that came from the blood coursing through her fingers.

    From the ground, upon propped elbows, she felt the cool wind pick up and her legs began to kick rapidly to ward off the cold. It was times like that when she wished she had stuffy old wizard robes to ward off the chill. But was it really so bad to feel when one could not see or hear? Probably not, so she ceased her kicking and let the chill do its work. Better to use what senses remained until the great cheater in the sky took that away from her too!

    Then the rain came and it tasted wonderful. She took great pains to catch as much as she could on her tongue, and even sprung up to her knees with her head leaned back and her tongue out in full. She realized then just how thirsty she was. When was the last time she had drank anything? It was the most refreshing drink she had ever had the chance to steal from the heavens. The drops that collected in her throat seemed to soothe her burns, stop the singed hair from seeming to sizzle upon her head and arms, and even restored her senses. Wait… She could hear and see again?!?

    “This is a much better storm. Very good work, cheater in the sky. I suppose I can forgive you for your meanness now. But I’ll be watching you the next time we play. You’re a tricky one!”

    She called out with gold and silver collecting all over her form, with hands on her hips and her eyes skyward.

    “Oh. And don’t you forget that I won!” she ended her reminder by pointing at the sky forcefully and laughing.

    “Well…I guess I should try to find everyone. But where to go?”

    After a few moments she opted to go the same direction the wind was blowing, to keep it from incessantly blowing in her pretty face.
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    Ashtari Windglade Kender Fighter2/Rogue7 Hourglass in the Sky
    Sparkskar Brambleclaw Goblin Fire Elementalist2 The Kingdom of Zog

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    Ashtari

    Soaked, Ashtari walked with the breeze of the lightstorm. Like a dream, the clouds passed overheard and the gold and silver rain drizzled gently to cover all over the ground as far as she could see. Hopping glittering mud puddles quickly became a fun game to play while making her way across the barren plain.

    There was a flash of light off to the left, dazzling Ash. Blinking her eyes until the spots floated off, she saw a giant beast lying prone someways off in the distance. It appeared where a yellow lightning bolt had silently stricken. The beast was as long as a dragon, but had a different, smoother contour and no terrible jaws or wings, but it did have a giant fish tail that flapped once heavily, the kender spotted. It appeared to be struggling, for it moved some but didn't get up. Maybe it was in the mood for a nap. Or probably because it had no legs, only a couple great fins, that flapped helplessly. Its skin was smooth and blue and white, but was rapidly becoming silver and gold. Was it a whale?

    Before Ashtari could think, the flash of another lightning bolt struck to the right of her. She blinked and turned. A hundred skips and jumps away, where the flash had come from, she saw a stunned giant standing 10 kender tall (assuming the kender were standing shoulder upon shoulder, balancing precariously). It carried nothing but a giant sack and a tree trunk. The giant grimaced, staggering, looking up at all the glittering silver rain pouring down on him. His head swiveled across the landscape, then up at the billowing white clouds flickering with flashes of sheet lightning deep within. His gaze had seemed to have passed over Ashtari unnoticed. With stupid anger, the giant suddenly struck the earth with its tree trunk, brutishly taking its anger out on the unexplainable.

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    1 hour into lightstorm travel...
    Giant [Knowledge (local) to know what kind of giant it is, as giants are considered Humanoids in PF, but I don't see that you're trained in any Knowledge skills Ash. She'd just know it as a giant cuz its definitely giant!] DC 15 Perception to see a lil' kinder nearby. d20+?= 13, doesn't see Ash yet, is preoccupied with what in the world's going on with the storm and where he is.
    Whale 100 feet to the left, and angry giant 100 feet to the right. Its the perfect kender day!
    Environmental conditions: none. it is muddy but not too muddy to move normal speed. the lighting is normal daylight. the gold and silver rain is light enough to be no hindrance to sight, granting no concealment. the soft breeze is light enough to not effect ranged attacks.
    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    “I will,” Darvig uttered.

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