Rolled 9, 9, 19, 8, 12 = 57 (5d20)
>>5901545>>5900819>>5900778>>5900711>>5900608>>5900606>>5900593>>5900577>>5900575Your first and foremost priority remains rectifying your instability, of course. It’s why you returned home to Dappulyet. It’s why you agreed to defend the shrine there—well, at least part of the reason—and why you came to the moon and began studying at the Scholae. Your inability to control your corporeality hasn’t yet cost you or a loved one their life, but it’s only a matter of time—you feel it. And anyway, it’s just really WEIRD, and off-putting, and you don’t LIKE it. And <Improved Aetherial Form> is a must. If came away here with only that, it would be enough. It’s all you really NEED.
…But you can’t help yourself.
You’re a curious guy. You always have been, ever since you were a child, and NOTHING stokes and stimulates your curiosity quite like the magic of life, of biology, of the wild, of healing and altering organisms. You love animals; that, too, has long been a fundamental truth. Now you’re being told you can see the world through eagle or owl eyes, smell it with the olfactory acuity of a hound, tunnel as a mole or swim as a fish? Maybe even shore up your, ah, physical deficiencies with <Wildshape>?
You dedicate the next few weeks to controlling your shape and substance while using <Free Movement>, guided by your patient attendants (friends? is that fair to say, you wonder, when their association with you is by divine dictate?) as you adopt exercises of centring and stability, a you go about your daily activities. For a long time, you rarely exist outside of your aethereal form—something only really possible here on Luna, where so many structures are so intrinsically magical that you can still interact with them. You hone your sense of self until seeing with mage’s sight and your natural elven eyes are on and the same—until you no longer need to think about whether you wish to be material or immaterial, to see into the space-between-spaces or physical reality. You are one. You are neither. You are both!
“I’m ready,” you tell Devi and Nym. “Let’s move onto the next step.”
