CryptoLeak: Silence is Broken

Either reading a verse from the bible, holding a cross aloft of carrying any other similar items while prayer. Incense begins to float off the shoulders of the user almost unnoticeably. When the movement finally goes through, the user disappears in the latter mentioned gas,

David walks between the tombstones, and as he does, the air gets darker, heavier. He walks in a realm of sand and bone as the sights of the modern world fade away, only graves and the souls of the dead wandering the sands. Following a voice only he can hear (‘find me’), David seeks out one particular tomb among the sprawling sands. When he finds it, he enters inside, and depending on how the voice he can hear reacts, appears either above or below the tomb, either unharmed or buried alive. This was how it worked before David learned the terrain. Having wandered through the realms of death for some time now, David has started to learn which tombs to avoid, and when the voice is calling him into cursed ground. He no longer is misread by its occasional attempts to lead him astray.

To outside observers, this effect appears as a sand crusted bony limb reaching out of the grave or tomb to pull David within it in a whirling rush of sand. At the other targeted grave (or other targeted point if not using Spirit Paths), if all goes well, Vance appears rising from the grave, covered in a light dusting of sand and bone dust.

Coded script rolls over the glass eye, calculating distance before folding space to deliver the wielder to a location they can see. Works especially well through placed Wards -

Bu Fang Knife has been used to kill, butcher, to dismember and prepare many creatures and being. Drowning in their blood, their essence with a refined craftsmanship, over the years has tempered the blade into the natural enemy of all creatures. The blade, well maintained, has reached such a point that it cannot be damaged anymore either.

Mountain Spirit’s Leap

When Stinky Pete focuses his mind to teleport, his form becomes momentarily blurred, like a mirage dancing on the mountain wind. His eyes glaze over as he attunes himself to the earth beneath him, feeling the ancient paths and hidden routes that only he can sense.

As he exerts his Mind, the very ground seems to respond, sending tremors through the soil, and his form flickers, bending reality as if nature itself is plucking him from one spot and dropping him elsewhere. To an observer, it’s like he vanishes into thin air with a gust of wind and reappears where he intends, the faint sound of shifting stones accompanying his arrival.

If in a mountainous area, this ability becomes even more dramatic. The mountains seem to call out to him, their ridges and peaks aligning in his mind like a vast interconnected web. For one minute, as he traverses the rocky terrain, each step resonates with an ancient power. When he decides to jump, there’s a sudden, sharp pull as the very fabric of the mountains folds, spitting him out at the edge of another range, no matter how distant. The terrain doesn’t just connect; it becomes an extension of his will, bending space and time as if he were an avatar of the mountains themselves.

The aquamancer shifts into their elemental form and melds into a nearby collection of water, only to reform shortly out of a different source of water within line of sight.