To be somewhat frank about the ritual was boring, ten or so hours watching some ridiculous cleric prance around the group.
I played babysitter for ten hours. I was sufficiently annoyed with this child, turns out this little shit Morty? Mordin? Morderd? Something like that, Is rather blunt when it comes to his ‘Dislike of the drow.’ Under normal circumstance, he’d be right, but well, I’ll get to that in a second. I had him take notes on the event for portions of the events so we would sit still and be quiet.
Nothing too fancy happened with this ritual, standard practices from what I could tell. With Ashlyn standing on a stone pedestal and other nonsense. Ugh, magic is so odd?
A fight broke out because of course, it had too. It’s us we find trouble whether we like to or not. Revolution's here, an evil demonic plant, daughters of an elven necromancer (well that one wasn’t so bad). Being dragged into the newly created veil of light, I was blinded like usual. The fight wasn’t horrible but after a minute of it ending we were still left with a giant mask of light around us... We were left with our Ashlyn and a younger looking Ashlyn.
This outcome wasn’t pretty.
It turns out this little aasimar copy is what is known as Star Child, a creature from outside our plane. It latched on to our paladin's memory and had been consuming them for the past unknown amount of year. Ashlyn could not bring herself to kill this child.
I warned her.
I warned her several times in fact. Without going into gruesome detail, the paladin of everlight, to drink herself under a dragon. I believe I left her with some mental scarring.
Honestly, sometimes I think they genuinely forget that as a drow I’ve done far worse than that on when was in the Underdark.
We lost Licia before the fight; she was pulled away by her god right before I was blinded. Replacing her was a half-drow girl named Lirian. She is somewhat shy and timid from what I can tell. She tried to sign in Drow Sign Language, asking who I am. I ignored her, giving my name to people is a horrible idea.
Pin ‘fucking’ Whisperbreath about a minute later called me by my name.
This is when we found out Morty is a TAD bit racist by asking “so which one of your parents was the person?”
I wanted to punch him in his stupid human face. Should have done it. I didn’t
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It brought up some painful memories, besides that Ashlyn invited us to be apart of some talk with her some High Priestess.