| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar flashes a glance at Rev, "Another one? Do you think there's something we need to do to shut this thing off?" he grins, "I can stay here while the rest of you search things out, if you'd like." he sounds like he'd probably enjoy that choice, "but if it's a matter of shutting it down...maybe we need to get to where the mirrors can't see us? ..or maybe try to break them? ..or the passwords?"
Azhar does not appear to be worried. Yet.
AC:18
hp: 55
Fort:5 ref:5 will:2
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
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Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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For some reason Azhar does not entirely believe Rev's words. His eyes narrow slightly before returning to normal. He does believe in his big brother, and if not, he will be there. "Awright, Rev. But if you need anything, you let me know. Y'hear?" His eyes drift to where Rev placed the papers. Not like he could do anything about it now anyway, even if Rev isn't telling him the whole truth, this was Rev's bailiwick after all.
Rev nods. "Alright, I'll let you know."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Mathalen looks at the rope, one eyebrow raising. "If you get yourself killed, I will be quite cross with you." As she takes her end of the rope. Gravlax touches the metallic-seeming surface and, like for the previous two, the surface warps. Gravlax is gone from the room.
So is Mathalen.
A few moments later, looking ill, Mathalen rematerializes in front of the door. A shrug, "It's two-way."
"That's two I owe you," Cassian says to Mathalen as he goes through the door.
** spoiler omitted **
Rev gives Azhar a very unhappy look. It's a we are going to talk about your actions, later expression.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"That's a terrible idea Az." Rev chimes in.
"Really?" Rev asks Melilot quite seriously. "Talking to me again, are we now?" Is he amused? No, still serious. "...I don't know, maybe it doesn't teleport you fully, or the spaces in between are inhospitable to life, or you get to wear your insides on the outsides when you pop through... The possibilities are endless and it's not a terribly bright idea to push one's luck when one doesn't know the consequences of the odd teleport effect in the middle of a giant trap we are breaking into." Rev says levelly. "Azhar is young, he doesn't understand or fully appreciate risk, dying, and things worse than death. One would think you'd know better."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Rev gives Azhar a very unhappy look. It's a we are going to talk about your actions, later expression.
"What? There was a dead body. I had to make sure it was safe for you guys to come over." Azhar appears mildly amused.
"Really?" Rev asks Melilot quite seriously. "Talking to me again, are we now?" Is he amused? No, still serious. "...I don't know, maybe it doesn't teleport you fully, or the spaces in between are inhospitable to life, or you get to wear your insides on the outsides when you pop through... The possibilities are endless and it's not a terribly bright idea to push one's luck when one doesn't know the consequences of the odd teleport effect in the middle of a giant trap we are breaking into." Rev says levelly. "Azhar is young, he doesn't understand or fully appreciate risk, dying, and things worse than death. One would think you'd know better."
Azhar stops smiling. Attempts to look as serious as possible.
bluff:Doesn't want his brother mad at him after all. Oh no, perish the thought.
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"Same reflected as I can see with my own eyes," Gravlax says.
Gravlax moves into position to give Azhar flanking on the shadow creature.
And puts his mirror away.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Fiosa in the carriage
She giggles, a well to true giggle, when he does so. And when the carriage stops just outside of the small back alley that leads to the walled garden, she smiles at the larger man. "Thank you for inviting me to help backstage, Rev." A fantastic smile, "It was horrific, but I did feel somewhat useful."Fiosa dress
She smiles, nods, but there is a hesitancy in her movements, a second guessing of what would be her natural instincts would normally be. But her smile gets a little stronger, "You don't have anything to apologize for. Really."Standing up to her full two and three-quarter height, "Thank you for the dress and for the coffee."
Jask
Jask looks around the small, neat, but cluttered abode. And, yes, many of the surfaces are covered with books. "A few," the old man muses, "There was one that was a treaties on the other planets, theories in a network of teleportation portals that connect all of the local celestial bodies."
"Thank you for coming, you were a bright spot in an otherwise dreary evening." He smiles at her, helps her out of the carriage, instructs the driver to wait for him a moment, and then takes her hand. He bows, and lifts the back of her hand and kisses it, in the manner of a gentleman bidding goodnight to a lady.
"If you say so." Not convinced. "But on the same vein, neither do you." Sincere. "And, you're welcome. I'll pick up more coffee soon. Would you like some when I do?" He asks.
"I thought those portals were just a myth. You're saying there's proof that they're real? That would be something... to see other planets... around other stars... imagine... what would we find there?"
Initiative:
Channel Positive Energy
Bad guys save:
Rev steps protectively in front of Fiosa, and channels the power of Pharasma, letting positive energy flow from his holy symbol. It is not the blinding sunlight the halfling unleashed, rather it is soothing and cool and as filled with swirling purple and greys as the tiefling himself.
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"Really?" Rev asks Melilot quite seriously. "Talking to me again, are we now?" Is he amused? No, still serious. "...I don't know, maybe it doesn't teleport you fully, or the spaces in between are inhospitable to life, or you get to wear your insides on the outsides when you pop through... The possibilities are endless and it's not a terribly bright idea to push one's luck when one doesn't know the consequences of the odd teleport effect in the middle of a giant trap we are breaking into." Rev says levelly. "Azhar is young, he doesn't understand or fully appreciate risk, dying, and things worse than death. One would think you'd know better."
Melilot considers Rev's comments.
she says,
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Melilot considers Rev's comments.she says,
"I didn't say that." He regards her with a somewhat evil smile. "But not while we have a job to do." He adds more seriously.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Really?" Rev asks Melilot quite seriously. "Talking to me again, are we now?" Is he amused? No, still serious. "...I don't know, maybe it doesn't teleport you fully, or the spaces in between are inhospitable to life, or you get to wear your insides on the outsides when you pop through... The possibilities are endless and it's not a terribly bright idea to push one's luck when one doesn't know the consequences of the odd teleport effect in the middle of a giant trap we are breaking into." Rev says levelly. "Azhar is young, he doesn't understand or fully appreciate risk, dying, and things worse than death. One would think you'd know better."Azhar stops smiling. Attempts to look as serious as possible.
bluff: 1d20+2
Doesn't want his brother mad at him after all. Oh know, perish the thought.
To Melilot, he says, "See. No appreciation for how serious something is. ...Azhar, not while we're working." He informs his brother.
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"I didn't say that." He regards her with a somewhat evil smile. "But not while we have a job to do." He adds more seriously.
she says.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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To Melilot, he says, "See. No appreciation for how serious something is. ...Azhar, not while we're working." He informs his brother.
Azhar's expression changes to one of complete innocence, in a what? me? sort of way.
bluff: and apparently at least looks fairly genuine. guess he's been picking up tips from his brother.she says.
A grin slips through temporarily, disappearing as soon as his eyes move back to Rev, replaced by his previous expression.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"I didn't say that." He regards her with a somewhat evil smile. "But not while we have a job to do." He adds more seriously.she says.
"Exactly." Rev says.
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Janiven shots at the mirrors
Fiosa channels
Amaya pulls longsword, hangs crossbow from waist
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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He follows her lead, watching her with his eyes, feeling her with his skin, moving to match whatever pace she sets. "Alive," he agrees. "And," he swallows, "a very good enticement to stay that way."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Really?" Rev asks Melilot quite seriously. "Talking to me again, are we now?" Is he amused? No, still serious. "...I don't know, maybe it doesn't teleport you fully, or the spaces in between are inhospitable to life, or you get to wear your insides on the outsides when you pop through... The possibilities are endless and it's not a terribly bright idea to push one's luck when one doesn't know the consequences of the odd teleport effect in the middle of a giant trap we are breaking into." Rev says levelly. "Azhar is young, he doesn't understand or fully appreciate risk, dying, and things worse than death. One would think you'd know better."
Cassian snorts in amusement.
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Mathalen, unable to do anything to hurt the shadows, goes light on her feet, ready to dodge the creatures takes a step back into the hallway so as to not block anyone elses movement. Janiven takes careful aim with a second arrow, however her arrow doesn't go near the shadow striking at one of the mirror behind it. The surface of the northern mirror cracks slightly as the arrow slams into it. Amaya switches to her longsword, clearly getting ready to help with flanking even though she can't damage the shadow either.
Rev steps protectively in front of Fiosa and channels the power of Pharasma, letting positive energy flow from his holy symbol. It is not the blinding sunlight the halfling unleashed, rather it is soothing and cool and as filled with swirling purple and greys as the tiefling himself.
Next round let me know if Rev wants to wait until after the shadow goes, in case another one pulls free from the mirrors.
The newly risen shadow moves past Azhar not caring about the closer targets. Trying for the creature that struck the mirror instead. () His carelessness enough to destroy him. Only to be replaced seconds later by another shadow.
Gravlax moves to give Azhar flanking on the shadow creature should it head towards the pair that can channel positive energy. And puts his mirror away.
Fiosa moves back, considering the ever appearing creatures, and holds until there are more to damage at once.
Since her first effort proved at least somewhat successful, Melilot repeats the action, although she adds a movement to the back this time, getting a better angle on the creatures as they emerge and on the mirrors that they crawl from. Her magical projectile does damage the shadow.
Azhar flashes a glance at Rev, "Another one? Do you think there's something we need to do to shut this thing off?" he grins, "I can stay here while the rest of you search things out, if you'd like." he sounds like he'd probably enjoy that choice, "but if it's a matter of shutting it down...maybe we need to get to where the mirrors can't see us? ..or maybe try to break them? ..or the passwords?" Azhar does not appear to be worried. Yet. He also steps up and swings at the newly emerged shadow, destroying it.
With a sigh, Cassian puts his bow away and draws his rapier, curious to see if anything will get through the gauntlet of Melilot and Azhar.
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R = Rev
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L = Mathalen
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax will move to provide flanking for Azhar, if he can, if more shadows appear. "I like the idea of destroying them," Gravlax says. "If that will work."
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Azhar flashes a glance at Rev, "Another one? Do you think there's something we need to do to shut this thing off?" he grins, "I can stay here while the rest of you search things out, if you'd like." he sounds like he'd probably enjoy that choice, "but if it's a matter of shutting it down...maybe we need to get to where the mirrors can't see us? ..or maybe try to break them? ..or the passwords?" Azhar does not appear to be worried. Yet. He also steps up and swings at the newly emerged shadow, destroying it.
"They don't seem to like it when you attack their home... so unless someone has a better idea, I'm going to do that first and worry about the undead abominations after." Janiven comments quietly as she nocks another arrow.
Janiven shots
Fiosa holds
Amaya holds
shadow emerges
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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AC:18
hp: 55
Fort:5 ref:5 will:2
If the shadow bypasses him again, Azhar will 5' forward and
destroy a mirror (or two with cleave and finishing cleave, if that
is possible)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
other:
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dam: Power Attack inc.
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Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
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She cuddles into his side, "You really don't think it was just an accident... do you?" Her voice is quiet, low. "If that's the case..." Her arms sneak around him for a hug, "That's really horrible for Delour. What if she had been killed?" A pause, "And... if someone did it so I would have her place... that makes it my fault."
She epps softly as he lifts her, her hands go to his shoulder, unnecessarily supporting her weight. Her heart speeding as he listens to it. When he pulls back she is quiet for a moment, then she nods, leaning forward brushing a kiss softly against his lips. "A full night sleep." Her voice serious, "No lying awake in bed thinking about you."
Before he lifts her down from the carriage, "The play may not have been to my taste, but I think you did far better in it than it deserved."
She curtsies as he kisses her hand, "Thank you, kind sirrah, for seeing me to my door." A smile, "Be safe, Rev." She moves into the garden.
Then, as she remembers something, she leans back out, "And if you need any help, let me know." A cheerful wave and the gate closes behind her.
She smiles, "Only if you come over to help drink it. After all, Cook will want to know how to make it correctly."
He smiles, "Depends on the planet. I've read tales of the most beautiful, perfect women mated to vile disgusting men. Four-armed savages and red-skinned humanoids. A planet of death."
Slow at first, languid almost, easy. Until his toes start to curl and his tension builds, then her hands move his to her hips. "I.. definitely prefer you alive." As she turns the control over to him.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She epps softly as he lifts her, her hands go to his shoulder, unnecessarily supporting her weight. Her heart speeding as he listens to it. When he pulls back she is quiet for a moment, then she nods, leaning forward brushing a kiss softly against his lips. "A full night sleep." Her voice serious, "No lying awake in bed thinking about you."
"Exactly. I'm glad you understand." he seems to be 100% serious, completely expecting her to follow his directions explicitly. "Good night, dear Princess." he doesn't say anything about what he might be thinking about tonight. He lifts her effortlessly until he can admire her at full arms length, turning slowly as he does so. He places her gently back on her feet. He mouths the words again, though this time does not give them voice. I love you, dear heart. and as has almost become his custom, he kisses her lightly on the forehead before pushing her lightly back towards her room.
Azhar goes looking for a library. He goes to see Arael first and asks him where he might be able to do research on possible night creatures like the gargoyle.
| Melilot Took |
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"They don't seem to like it when you attack their home... so unless someone has a better idea, I'm going to do that first and worry about the undead abominations after." Janiven comments quietly as she nocks another arrow.
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"I like the idea of destroying their home. Hopefully that will work."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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His hands firm on her hips, he sets a steady pace. His eyes are darker, and his attention more ... focused.
"As I prefer you."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Look at me," Cassian says sternly. When Calseinica makes eye contact, he says, "I want you to listen to me. It's not your fault. It's the fault of whoever did it. You can't be responsible for every maniac who takes a shine to you." He smiles, tone softening. "You're irresistible."
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She looks at him for a few moments after he sets her on her feet, suspicion in the purple eyes. Then she heads back to her tree and then her room.
Arael suggests research on city dangers. A library is found, although it charges a 5gp 'use' fee.
The worry in her eyes lessens as he speaks, then disappears into a bright smile as Cassian finishes. She leans up, kissing him,
Cuddles back into his chest, "Still don't like the idea of that kind of admirer." She says fervently, "I mean, imagine if he found out about you. I don't think he'd like you."
Focus apparently being a good thing, as Mathalen's eyes go a bit wider, and she tips over the edge of pleasure.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She looks at him for a few moments after he sets her on her feet, suspicion in the purple eyes. Then she heads back to her tree and then her room.
There is longing in his eyes, but he holds his ground until she is safely in her room. He tarries a few moments longer before turning and heading home himself.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Arael suggests research on city dangers. A library is found, although it charges a 5gp 'use' fee.
With a few hours in the library, Azhar can make a K:nature check with a +2 bonus. He can achieve DCs higher than 10 even if he is untrained in the skill.
know: nature: library included
After a few hours of counterproductive research, Azhar goes back to the Glassworks to see if Amaya would like to join him for an 'afternoon walk'.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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He follows her, gripping her hips as though his life depends on it.
He waits until she comes back to herself before moving his hands to hers, interlacing his fingers, clasping her hands. He makes a small happy noise low in his throat.
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Mathalen moves down the hallway, making sure that there is nothing in that direction creeping up. Janiven fires at the black surface again, cursing softly when the arrow doesn't strike hard enough to damage the mirror. Amaya readies to provide flanking for anyone who needs it.
Rev holds out Pharasma's symbol ready to channel.
Another shadow emerges from the mirror, immediately sinking into the stone, no doubt planning on moving to attack those trying to destroy the mirrors.
"I like the idea of destroying their home. Hopefully that will work." Gravlax moves up to the mirrors, thwacking at the surface. Sadly he doesn't have the muscle mass needed to break the metallic surface.
Fiosa continues to hold, waiting to see if she can be useful.
Melilot switches her aim to the mirrors. Both of her stones thwack against the southern mirror, greatly damaging the metal.
Azhar also swings (high over Gravlax's head) into the northern mirror (leaving the southern one to Melilot for now since she only has a proper angle on that one). His heavy blade hits heavily, partially cracking the metal badly.
Cassian does nothing.
shadow2 -28 destroyed
shadow3 -20 destroyed
shadow4 in wall
mirrorN -13
mirrorS -13
| Melilot Took |
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Amaya does happily agree to go for an afternoon walk, falling in beside him. There is a silent reminder in Yuuki's glance to bring her daughter back before the twilight hour.
The couple draws a few looks as they walk along, mostly by a few people that Azhar would recognize as common customers at the Glassworks.
She squeezes his hand back as he interlaces his fingers with his, soft smile playing over her lips. She lays back against him, still connected, a wiry human blanket. "hi"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Amaya does happily agree to go for an afternoon walk, falling in beside him. There is a silent reminder in Yuuki's glance to bring her daughter back before the twilight hour.The couple draws a few looks as they walk along, mostly by a few people that Azhar would recognize as common customers at the Glassworks.
Azhar smiles at Yuuki, as well as most of the people along the way. If he is not already, his hand seeks Amaya's to hold as they walk. He steers them in the direction he believes Mathalen had her altercation with the gargoyle. As they walk, he apparently becomes increasingly interested in the architecture of the buildings in the area. Especially with anything that might possibly have a chance of becoming mobile.
He glances over at Amaya, stopping and smiling apologetically while facing her and taking her other hand. "Sorry for being so distracted, love." He leans forward, looking to give her a soft kiss on the lips, which could easily turn into something a bit more depending on her reaction.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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hp: 55
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dam: Power Attack inc.
Azhar switched to his lucerne hammer, (if he hadn't already the round before), bashing the mirror over Gravlax's head. He may not say it verbally, but he is totally thinking two-handed power attack, bruiser, bruiser!
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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he says back, gently kissing whatever part of her is closest to his lips.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, then opens them again. "Not dreaming," he says, pleased.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian laughs. "I'd be interested to see him try. At least then he'd have to show himself, and I could cut his throat."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Rev continues to stand ready to channel positive energy if a Shadow should show it's shadowy hide and hurt those breaking the mirrors.
Rinse and repeat.
positive energy - if can affect one or more shadows.
save for shadow
save for another shadow
save for another 'nother shadow, and lets hope there are no more than that.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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carriage
Before he lifts her down from the carriage, "The play may not have been to my taste, but I think you did far better in it than it deserved."She curtsies as he kisses her hand, "Thank you, kind sirrah, for seeing me to my door." A smile, "Be safe, Rev." She moves into the garden.
Then, as she remembers something, she leans back out, "And if you need any help, let me know." A cheerful wave and the gate closes behind her.
Fiosa Dress
She smiles, "Only if you come over to help drink it. After all, Cook will want to know how to make it correctly."Jask
He smiles, "Depends on the planet. I've read tales of the most beautiful, perfect women mated to vile disgusting men. Four-armed savages and red-skinned humanoids. A planet of death."
"Of course my lady, and you are very welcome." He replies, grinning at the halfling. Once she is safely inside, Rev gets back into the carriage, and takes it almost all the way home. He has the driver stop a little ways away, so that he doesn't know where Rev lives. Rev is very friendly to the driver, and attempts to leave him with a good impression, diplomacy
It's a deal. Of course, it will have to wait for after this blasted party." He says. His unhappy look at having to deal with the party and the vault turns to a wicked grin. "At least I'll get to stare at your pretty legs, and chase off anyone who does the same."
"Now that sounds like the pre-pubescent dreams of some teenaged wizard." Rev grins at Jask. "What does your book say? And... more importantly, is it legitimate?" He is, in fact, quite serious and sincere. This is a subject he finds very interesting.
A few days before the dinner at the mayors house, Rev, during his normals rounds with Larko, asks the tall dark skinned man, "So whatever happened to Yakopulio? I don't think I've seen the gnome... well... not since that one time."
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A step for a better angle, another arrow, another curse, another not enough power behind the shot.
Rev continues to stand ready to channel positive energy if a Shadow should show it's shadowy hide and hurt those breaking the mirrors.
Shadow from the north mirror and into stone. The other emerges from the other side of the stone curving wide around Azhar, avoiding the muscle-bound man, heading for the mortal whose first aimed for the mirrors. Rev channels, the cool soothing feeling eating away at the creature but not enough to destroy it. Its arm sinks into Janiven's chest.
Gravlax moves to provide flanking for Cassian and his magic rapier.
Fiosa channels, hoping to prevent the shadow from doing more damage. ()
Melilot's stone slam into the mirrors, pieces of the metal start to flake off.
Azhar also swings with the beautifully made lucerne hammer, bashing. He may not say it verbally, but he is totally thinking two-handed power attack, bruiser, bruiser! His mirror seems so close to destruction that it seems almost a spit in his face that shadows teem under the surface.
Cassian, looking bored and ready to juggle his rapier, instead uses it to stab the shadow (). The shadow, pierced by the magic weapon, whisps away into nothingness.
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shadow3 -20 destroyed
shadow4 -19 destroyed
shadow5 in wall
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mirrorS -25
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| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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There are many gargoyle statues. Many. Apparently a common theme of Chelish architecture.
She reacts well, moaning soft and low into his lips, until she realizes that you are in public and she pulls back hotly blushing.
She hugs him closer, "That is a far more productive thought than my worries."
She smiles, "And what about you, Cassian? I will be more careful about play selection but what are you going to do?"
"Dreams are over-rated. This.." moving against him, kissing his throat, "Is real. And... to be enjoyed while it lasts." Her voice sleepy, eyes heavy.
Rev does, in fact, leave the driver with a smile. His last small journey to his home safe and quiet.
She smiles up at Rev, "They will be too busy assuming I'm someone's pet to stare at my legs." With a shrug as she moves out the door, "At least not until they are sure what price it will cost them."
Jask takes a deep breath, "I'm pretty sure the book is half reliable..." He chuckles, "It's just figuring out which half is fantasy and whisch half is truth."
"It does suggest that the gateway the elves used to escape Golarion during Starfall is just one in a larger series of portals that connect all of the planets in the solar system."
Larko shrugs, "I'm sure she'd come around if someone asked her specifically for help, but she isn't the kind to risk her neck for altruistic reasons." That is a maybe a smile on the laconic man's mouth, it is hard to tell, "Plus she has a brothel and bar to run."
"If you need her, that is the best place to look for her."