More monk RP/creative writing
He sat near the fire, letting the warmth of the flame remove the imagined chill from his bones. As he hugged his knees to his chest, he struggled to replay his last moments in his mind’s eye, but his memories were hazy and incomplete.
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The group had been attacked by the honor guard of a corrupted god. Elven sisters, numbered three, standing guard over that decayed slimy husk for who knows how long. The guardians attacked the party as soon as they stepped foot on the stone platform where their deity resided. The swordswoman rushed the group as their wizard started slinging spells and their archer fired volley after volley. Thar had seemingly softened the guardians up with his Fireballs, but the swordswoman was very tough, taking both a Stunning Strike and a Radiant Punch from the monk before she fell, in addition to the many other attacks landed by the party.
The half-elf rushed forward to engage the other two, letting whatever anger he felt at the mental goads of “Halfbreed” fuel his strides. None could move as fast as he!
Once he was close enough, he invested most of his Chi into a flurry of Sun Bolts. Small orbs of golden light repeatedly left his palms and zipped through the air, landing on the elven sorceress while the archer dodged out of the way.
The elven sorceress, bleeding dark ooze from her numerous wounds, cast something as she thrust her staff forward with a shout. Ice streamed forth.
And that was it. He died.
Just gone.
And then back. His light surged back into his body from elsewhere. A seemingly familiar bird was merging into a stone cube held aloft by T. Feanoth; then it wasn’t a bird, but a crystal. The elven sisters were melting into ooze and that vile flow was seeping into the stone. The husk of a god was not in sight, and his companions were picking themselves up as well.
Then he could move again.
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He felt sort of stretched inside, in his spirit. It was hard to put into words. Maybe the feeling will go away at some point.
Not much point in dwelling on it.
His attention turned within, summoning his inner flame in his mind’s eye; feeding it everything. Anger, sadness. Rage, despair. Chills. Sweats. Hunger and Thirst. All fed the flame until his mind was empty, save for his flickering inner light.
He stretched his arms out to his side and abruptly sprang to his feet, inhaling the crisp night air deep into his lungs. As he exhaled, his eyes settled on a patch of grass near the treeline that looked suitable for formwork. The physical exercise would help nurture his body, and thus his spirit. The half elf excused himself and walked over to the spot he had picked out.
He stood there, feet and knees together. Hips lightly tucked. Back straight, eyes forward, ears up. Left hand over right, both resting just below his navel. Breathing slowly and deeply and fully.
After assuming the First Position, the monk held still for an endless moment.
He had access to all the many different exercises and meditations that he knew from this pose.
Which way to go? The initial thought upon seeing that patch of grass was to go through his martial art form exercises. He knew how each routine should feel, and the monk wanted to ensure that there was no lingering stiffness from being magically frozen to death. It would be a good choice. As long as he kept to the Initiate forms, there would be no disturbing his companions with the Radiance displayed in the advanced knowledge.
Then in his mind’s eye, in the void around his inner flame, a Golden Orb appeared. It hung there, in front of his Fire, glowing with soft light. His normal perception of Radiance came through as a clear piercing light, but this orb was translucent. While the majority of its light was reflected within itself, the small portion that was escaping exuded great power.
The Golden Orb meditation. He considered it. It was the most advanced meditation he had learned before leaving the monastery. One had to demonstrate thorough knowledge of it as one of the prerequisites to Sojourn. A complete working of his Chi, it had many applications, insight and understanding among them.
Very well. He inhaled deeply, pulling a large amount of air into his belly, then chest. He opened his feet while keeping his heels pressed together, creating a wide angle. Once opened enough, his weight shifted to the front pad of his feet, rising up on his toes as his heels then opened up. His hands dropped from his belly and then rose, each one slowly lifting up each side until his hands were over his head, palms facing the night sky.
His feet now shoulder width apart, he settled back onto his heels, and he exhaled slowly as he brought his hands down in front of him, parallel to his centerline. When his floor facing palms reached a spot below his navel, he stopped his motion and continued to breathe, feeling his Energy engage and Flow.
We got a Discord channel set up for written roleplay now, so between in person DnD sessions we can share RP and work on our characters.
I credit a UW:X bloom for this, and for my writing in general lately.