STAYING POWER. Cassandra’s never been the magical ability sort. That had been left to some of her siblings, and some of her brother’s companions. Even her brother himself has his own... particular sort of powers. But she’d been curious when someone had mentioned this... vending machine (not that she knows precisely what that’s supposed to be).
It’s easy enough to figure out, and she’d given into her curiosity and pressed the button... and here she is. Standing outside and far enough away from... well, anyone and anything important. And trying very hard to get a handle on her new powers.
Which, if the small tornado whirling in front of her is any indication, is a work-in-progress.
“Oh, Pelor,” she mutters under her breath, trying very hard to order her thoughts, to calm the winds she’d manipulated instinctively in a moment of frustration and a hand gesture. Brow furrowed, she gazes up at her storm with stubborn blue-grey eyes, takes a slow breath... and then another.
And finally, the whirlwind slows, falters, before dying out entirely.
Taking a moment, she steadies her footing, focuses her thoughts... and tries again. She needs to be better at this if she wants to trust herself around others. If she wants to not cause a natural disaster. A thought, and a flick of her wrist (it’s silly, but she can’t quite help it), and a strong breeze carries across the clearing.
Better.
HIT AND RUN. What Cassandra wouldn’t give for the ability to communicate with animals. At this point she’d even take the ability to summon bees or control plants (even if they wouldn’t be as useful as other gifts they would be something). She might be lacking in the gifts given to her by the gods when she’d agreed to fight for them, but she has not lost what she’d learned through training with Daud and Sunny.
Which is fortunate, given that she’s apparently angered some of the local wildlife. The rather large cat doesn’t look pleased with her at all. In fact, it looks at her as though she’s lunch. “Oh Pelor,” she mutters under her breath. The stick she’s holding makes a rather useless weapon, but at least she has something.
Hopefully she won’t need to use it.
They stare at each other for several long moments, as Cassandra carefully evaluates her options. The trees are her best bet, and while they’re not rooftops, they’re good enough. The cat might be able to climb after her but might not be able to follow through the branches. She turns on her heel and takes off. The cat growls in response and gives chase.
Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role (+previous game memories)
Cassandra’s never been the magical ability sort. That had been left to some of her siblings, and some of her brother’s companions. Even her brother himself has his own... particular sort of powers. But she’d been curious when someone had mentioned this... vending machine (not that she knows precisely what that’s supposed to be).
It’s easy enough to figure out, and she’d given into her curiosity and pressed the button... and here she is. Standing outside and far enough away from... well, anyone and anything important. And trying very hard to get a handle on her new powers.
Which, if the small tornado whirling in front of her is any indication, is a work-in-progress.
“Oh, Pelor,” she mutters under her breath, trying very hard to order her thoughts, to calm the winds she’d manipulated instinctively in a moment of frustration and a hand gesture. Brow furrowed, she gazes up at her storm with stubborn blue-grey eyes, takes a slow breath... and then another.
And finally, the whirlwind slows, falters, before dying out entirely.
Taking a moment, she steadies her footing, focuses her thoughts... and tries again. She needs to be better at this if she wants to trust herself around others. If she wants to not cause a natural disaster. A thought, and a flick of her wrist (it’s silly, but she can’t quite help it), and a strong breeze carries across the clearing.
Better.
HIT AND RUN.
What Cassandra wouldn’t give for the ability to communicate with animals. At this point she’d even take the ability to summon bees or control plants (even if they wouldn’t be as useful as other gifts they would be something). She might be lacking in the gifts given to her by the gods when she’d agreed to fight for them, but she has not lost what she’d learned through training with Daud and Sunny.
Which is fortunate, given that she’s apparently angered some of the local wildlife. The rather large cat doesn’t look pleased with her at all. In fact, it looks at her as though she’s lunch. “Oh Pelor,” she mutters under her breath. The stick she’s holding makes a rather useless weapon, but at least she has something.
Hopefully she won’t need to use it.
They stare at each other for several long moments, as Cassandra carefully evaluates her options. The trees are her best bet, and while they’re not rooftops, they’re good enough. The cat might be able to climb after her but might not be able to follow through the branches. She turns on her heel and takes off. The cat growls in response and gives chase.
WILD CARD.