the Sidhe smiles; it floods your body with warmth and passion; "Very Good; beware of to much Truth at once, young mage; some illusions are to protect the fragile minds of mortals and immortals alike. The Truth of the Corrupters would shatter your mind and very soul, much like they have shattered this world and the Cosmos.
"now Embrace me like you mean it, and so much better for you if you do" she says.
Do you?
Kemnebi files away her words in his memory, even as his body reacts to the mere smile of the fae. It takes but a single heartbeat for Kemnebi's mind to race through it's usual bookwormish checklist,...
'Fae? Check.
'Offer? Or command? She's obviously used to commanding. Either way, it's not food or drink, and she's not asking for anything else,...'
Again, for good or ill, Kemnebi is used to making snap decisions. And truth be told, he's not used to even having to think about such an offer! And he has to admit, with the feelings that her mere voice produces in him, he is quite interested to discover what a hug feels like!
The magus bows his head with a smile and says, "My lady." He steps forward, arms open wide to embrace the queenly figure, trying not to look too eager,...
Ok; here goes as G rated or pg as I can keep it; fill in the blanks with a lot more hot and heavy.
The Sidhe slips into Kenembi's embrace and power flow from her; his hair stands on end and her hair encircles him; in a deep, passionate kiss they decend onto the river like a bed of water. Bliss, agonizing bliss and raw passion envelope the two and it seems heavon and hell decend upon them as their unrestained lust runs free. Ahem.
ok. Game terms; Kenembi; this will kill you; dead; so loose one point of constitution; but it also brings you back like rebirth on the water so to speak. You are not immune to death spells and have +10 resist to energy level drain; so it is a bit of a trade; also; you gain 1000 exps for the experience and a memory burned into your soul/brain in such vivid detail that you will never forget it. This can be used in the future in case you see something really horrible; you can hide your psyche in this memory.
OH NO; not X hours! hehe
all that and you STILL have to make a Will save or you cannot target the Shaman. lol. Due to Dumathion's alliance with the Earth Diety you are trying to save; you get a circumstance bonus +5 hps healed with your Faith Heal; so 18 points.
so; 20 will save does not overcome the DC of the shamans ward of protection; ie like santuary. you may change targets if you like or take another action.
Round 6:
My initiative was 26.My Garden ...
I hold action until the clerics rebattle their faiths power.
I hold action until the clerics rebattle their faiths power.OH NO; not X hours! hehe
all that and you STILL have to make a Will save or you cannot target the Shaman. lol. Due to Dumathion's alliance with the Earth Diety you are trying to save; you get a circumstance bonus +5 hps healed with your Faith Heal; so 18 points.
so; 20 will save does not overcome the DC of the shamans ward of protection; ie like santuary. you may change targets if you like or take another action.
Round 6:
My initiative was 26.My Garden ...
Ok; here goes as G rated or pg as I can keep it; fill in the blanks with a lot more hot and heavy.
The Sidhe slips into Kenembi's embrace and power flow from her; his hair stands on end and her hair encircles him; in a deep, passionate kiss they decend onto the river like a bed of water. Bliss, agonizing bliss and raw passion envelope the two and it seems heavon and hell decend upon them as their unrestained lust runs free. Ahem.
ok. Game terms; Kenembi; this will kill you; dead; so loose one point of constitution; but it also brings you back like rebirth on the water so to speak. You are not immune to death spells and have +10 resist to energy level drain; so it is a bit of a trade; also; you gain 1000 exps for the experience and a memory burned into your soul/brain in such vivid detail that you will never forget it. This can be used in the future in case you see something really horrible; you can hide your psyche in this memory.
hehe if you call death lucky; lol brings back the Clint Eastwood quote "feel lucky punk" hehe; he got lucky; got dead; there isnt any save from that and he didnt have enough hit dice to live; but then he also gets to take all the "I been dead and lived to tell about it" feats; and there are a few good ones.
------------------
ok; in init 22 Priestess Nebibit shines forth her holy token of her god; the holy symbol of power and it joing with Astinos' might focus of his Patron's power through is aura; the power blazes in a holy light and purifies the room; shattering the evil power pouring forth from the unholy symbol of the shaman; he is rocked back and falls to the ground, but remains aware.
The blessing upon the party are restored and fast heal begins to work again. The negative modifiers from the the evil aura are gone and all those of good alignment are blessed for +1 to all actions for the next round; anyone standing within 5ft of Astinos or 10ft of Nebibit will have their fast heal doubled for the next round; if they are standing within each others auras and you are standing in each; then it is tripled.
Val:
I just don't want y'all waiting for me, especially when I'm likely to say "nothing this round, thanks!" Enjoy!
Arriving out of thin air next to Fox; The Jewel of the Drow Empire; stands, a young elf with a couple large glasses of maybe sparkling wine with something like a small gold fish swimming in it; complete with umbrella; streamers in her very exotic and amazingly made up and woven hair with silver and gold thread. Her clothes; probably cost a million gold, but she wears it like she doesnt really care; though it makes everything; well amazing; even so; still does not have the raw beauty and confidence of March or June and even her elven body pales beside them. She of course has all kinds of rings; on fingers; ears; toes; bangles and bows and like that and smells of booze and exotic fragrence.
but still; she is perky and at this moment...jovial.
"now THAT was a party, still is actually, here Sister Fox, I am the Jewel, I am the Oni Mask in our Order; this is for you <hands Fox a full glass of sparkling wine; the glass itself is probably worth a hundred or so gold; cut crystal and has a dweormer to keep contents chilled>, so what have we here; ah; the Ancient Enemy; how fairs the fight...it would appear your guardian is injured; permission to heal him Sister Fox?"
"all, we must hurry at this task; My Declared Champion, the Prince Llvenoc, shall finish his task and return with the Artifact of Unmaking, as I directed him to obtain in moments; this will set many things, powerful things, in motion; we must be ready my allies. I have just updated the Emperor on our progress and the battle at the surface may yet smash all these caves yet; Princess Ariel, Kojan's Beloved, from her cruiser stands ready to assist when we have our goal."
With that; she drinks the contents of her glass in one swallow, fish and all, and throws the glass down shattering it against the floor.
<smirks to Fox in a sister friendly way>
"hahahaha my Father is gonna be livid; hahahaha wait till he finds out Prince Llvenoc is my lawful and declared champion; I sealed it with the Seal of the Jewel in MY blood in the Hall of Champions this morning!"
Fox
here is what you know about The Jewel. She really is an elven princess; of one of the most powerful Drow faction their is; she is the jewel; meaning the prize that the Drow Empire flaunts in front of everyones noses; a dare that they touch her; she has no life of her own; she is a political device of the Court, and she HATES it; so she joined the Order of the Mask, as she is a mage; she is also a priestess; and like all in her family; has psionic powers, but she is young and like you; fairly inexperienced. Her blood relation sister is Akiko; a titled Wizard not far from Archmage status; tough enough to fight upstairs with her lover Balfic Graa and Kojan, both which are high priests; Archmage of the Light Fystor and the rest of their crew. Balfic has been declared by Emperor Sebastion, the head and founder of your Order of the Mask as his First Cousin. As through your mask you have connection and communication through the Imperial Orb with all members of your Order; you may speak silently through your mask to the Jewel or any other member of the Order.
as far as elves go; she looks to be maybe 15 if she was human though she wont admit to a day past 70. She is wearing black elven chain and has a mace of power, but probably would use it; might break a nail, regardless, she is your ally and apparently Llvenoc serves her much as Durr serves you.
Round 6:
After Nebit/Astinios shatter the evil snake clerks faith and I break his body.
My initiative was 26 But was withheld until after the Clerics battled it out.
My Garden Snake is dead. Mage is engaged and Cleric is being fought through Faith with Nebibit/Levonic while others are abit weary of him.
I Pickup my Axe/Hammer (have quick action feat if it applies). I twist the handle of my Axe/Hammer and from a secret spring loaded area in the hilt out pops a potion I break over the Axe portion of my weapon (+5 Greater magic potion - so as I read the PH my +2 weapon is now a +5 for X hours).
Out loud I say: Dumathion heal me and help me kill this Clerical abomination (use Faith Heal ability and get back 13 HPs). If needed (too far from Cleric) I use my birthright feat (Born Under the 1/2 Moon) and use my Expeditious Retreat ability (+30 speed, so now have speed of 50).
I Charge at the Cleric and Hit him (I hope):
Will Save (if needed): 10 (1d20) + 3 (Adj) = 13, Use resurgance ability to reroll = 18 (1d20) + 3 (Adj) = 21.
Hit #1: 15 (1d20) + 8 (Base Atk) + 11 (Mod 8 + 3 (Potion)) + 5 (Bless from Horus) + 2 (Both of us are on the ground) = 41.
Damage: 08 (1d10) + 11 (Mod 8 + 3 (Potion)) + 2 (Both of us are on the ground) = 21 + 10 (2d6 if he is Ch Evil) = 31.
Note: I DO NOT heal my 1 point from Osirus' heal benefit.
In the mind link: Princess Lady Jewel If you can find the time Blast that *&^%(^&^72$ Wizard. Oh and nice to have ye back lass.
Out loud: For DUMATHION...
Arriving out of thin air next to Fox;
...
but still; she is perky and at this moment...jovial.
The halfling mage starts a little at the sudden appearance, relaxing when she recognizes an ally.
"now THAT was a party, still is actually, here Sister Fox, I am the Jewel, I am the Oni Mask in our Order; this is for you <hands Fox a full glass of sparkling wine; the glass itself is probably worth a hundred or so gold; cut crystal and has a dweormer to keep contents chilled>, so what have we here; ah; the Ancient Enemy; how fairs the fight...it would appear your guardian is injured; permission to heal him Sister Fox?"
"Jewel, it is a pleasure to meet you, though a bit of a surprise." Looking at Durr, "Yes, it would appear so, wouldn't it? I would be honored if you could provide some healing, yes -- then he can get back to doing what he does so well."
She drinks the contents of her glass in one swallow, fish and all, and throws the glass down shattering it against the floor.
Fox sees her throw back the contents of her glass, takes a breath and drinks as much as her smaller body can handle in a single swallow with some small amount of grace, working to polish it off quickly lest she offend the princess.
<smirks to Fox in a sister friendly way>
"hahahaha my Father is gonna be livid; hahahaha wait till he finds out Prince Llvenoc is my lawful and declared champion; I sealed it with the Seal of the Jewel in MY blood in the Hall of Champions this morning!"
Wide-eyed, the halfling looks at the elven mage, "Really? What do you think he will do?"
That drink was amazing; tasted like liquid happiness. Roll fort save; lol is dc30 but hey; this is a drink of some of the best vintage elderberry elven wine there is; with that special something from magic mushrooms. And that little fish swimming around in your stomach now; that tickles.
oddly; you can now understand every language spoken; even the snakemen speach though you sort of wish you didnt...yes, you just swallowed the legendary Babblefish; +6 to all social skills; must make a fort save to stop talking; everything takes a more light and happy tone, you gain back 10hp just from all the tension leaving your body; hehe and just wait till you pass or fail the save.
Kenembi's match with the Lord Marshal is fast and feirce; tooth and nail; bloody to the extreme; rings upon rings of combat on various realms and fields of play all centered around the central thrust of the heroes.
Then it is done; 100 moves chimes in the air; the lord marshal gives a deep flinty stare into Prince Llvenoc's eyes; draws his sword and salutes. Kalona/Crow caws out in a mighty voice "it is done; advantage Prince Llvenoc" <Llvenoc; you have a couple seconds to salute or say something if you wish>
Then the scene whirls and changes. Prince Llvenoc; June, and Magus Kenembi are back in the corner room; it is bare with only a ice pedastal in the center holding the Weave of Unmaking.
Hathor leans casually but haughtily upon the slumbering mage's shoulder. A tiny lioness surveying her domain, and protecting her cubs. The kitten hops on and off of his other shoulder, rolling on it's back as it bats at the end of the centipede's tiny antennae. The centipede's feelers wave slowly back and forth, tasting the air, almost as if it is playing with the kitten, but otherwise unmoving in it's place around the mage's neck.
Kemnebi himself lays curled up in a ball, compact but relaxed. The remnants of a very content, very satisfied grin still upon his features. He moves slightly, and moans something soft and unintelligible, and gives a soft snore.
Looking away in apparent disdain, the merest brush of Hathor's tail changes the position of the centipede's antenna, and the kitten pounces once more with the unrestrained energy of youth. The antenna floats out of the way, leaving the kitten nothing to land on but Kemnebi's upturned face.
A few brief moments of frantic tiny claws scrabbling for a grip, and the spitting out of a mouthful of fur that isn't his, and Kemnebi props himself slowly up into a sitting position. His lips peel back in a very slow, languid, feline yawn and he blinks sleepily. His satisfied grin becomes idiotically large when he sees June.
"Heya June." He says huskily, his eyes narrowed in unabashed appreciation as he looks at her.
Then he stops as if frozen in time. He blinks once.
His eyes very, very slowly widen as his grin fades.
When the grin is gone, his eyes widen yet further. His eyes alone move with sudden panic as memories flood him like a wave. They flit about, taking in the room, Llivenoc reaching for his prize, June, his position on the floor, and the state of his clothes. (He seems infinitely relieved to be wearing clothes.) He finally reaches up to touch his neck, feeling the centipede resting there. He gives a small swallow.
"Oooooh,.... boy."
He looks at June again, his eyes narrow slightly again, but in contemplation, as if seeing her in a new light. His grins returns, but it is the old one, cocky and insecure and sheltered and adventurous all at the same time.
"So. Did our team win?" He asks. Hathor sighs.
I return the salute of the Lord Marshal. "Its been an honor." Still a bit stunned that I actually won the match. As the group of us are whisked away back to our reality. Wondering what ramifications will happen do to the days events. Both from my actions, and by Kemnebi's.
I nod at June's words moving toward the Weave of Unmaking. Before taking the artifact. "I give thanks to all that is Winter. Providing the instrument of the Earth Mothers freedom." I will then take the Weave of Unmaking after a respectful pause if any Agent of Winter wishes to reply.
Looking down at Kemenbi seeing him touch the necklace. "No I believe it to be a loss. I did win the Rruckles match. This is true only with Junes invaluable help. But you did make an enemy of the Centaur, and I warned you about the taking and the giving of gifts."
"There is an item amongest the Drow that is well known. Its called a consorts collar. To show you are the equal to the female you are to wed. If the male doesn't say or do what the female drow wishes she utters a command word. So then the necklace contracts choking the male until he begs or relents. Its a joke really. We are never considered equal, just property. It is only the rare matiarch who does love her mate that does not give him this gift."
Looking at Kemnebi seriously. "When we have time to talk. I need to hear what you all accepted from the Fey Noblewowman. You have lost terribly my friend. Lets return back with the others. They need our help."
I attempt to return through the shadow with my weapons drawn.
Kemnebi looks crestfallen as the weight of Llivenoc's words fall upon him.
"Aw,... bugger." He mutters, climbing hastily to his feet to cover his deep embarrassment. The others can almost feel him mentally kicking himself. Hard. Repeatedly.
He picks up his staff,giving the centipede a nervous, cautious touch.
"Let's hope the Drow didn't get the idea from the fae, right Hathor?" He asks with a weak grin.
Hathor does not deign to respond.
That drink was amazing; tasted like liquid happiness. Roll fort save; lol is dc30 but hey; this is a drink of some of the best vintage elderberry elven wine there is; with that special something from magic mushrooms. And that little fish swimming around in your stomach now; that tickles.
Fortitude save for the drink
oddly; you can now understand every language spoken; even the snakemen speach though you sort of wish you didnt...yes, you just swallowed the legendary Babblefish; +6 to all social skills; must make a fort save to stop talking; everything takes a more light and happy tone, you gain back 10hp just from all the tension leaving your body; hehe and just wait till you pass or fail the save.
Fortitude save to stop talking (if a second is necessary)
Fox; you feel great; I mean really great; like magical happiness in a bottle great; eurphoric. You feel like there is nothing you cannot do; nothing that can hold you down; your a bubble girl power; hehe.
ok; for the next hour; you may act as if you were two levels higher; complete with spells and everything; your charisma for these next two hours is a 20. you exude femininity; sexuality and all that plus raw power. You a bit sloshed; but in control; there are tiny colorful bubbles around you.
Caerwyns attack joined by Aahz; finish off the Mage; without the evil ward you steel cuts through is defenses and cuts him down.
the shaman; having taken backlash from his ward failure combined with a the mighty hit from Kosan; is struck dead and hits the wall; then the floor.
spot check dc 15
both the mage and the shammans bodies begin to smolder
I emerge from the shadows as the last of the Snakemens resistance collapses.
Hearing commotion from the back of the party I turn seeing Durr on top of the Jewell. My relatively good day coming to an end with bile rising in the back of my throat.
"Durr it would be best if you quickly removed yourself from the Jewell's presence." My eyes and posture betraying no emotion. The same expression I held while I was in the Rruckles match. Weapons at the ready, but not in a threatening stance.
Caerwyn sheaths his swords and looks around. He tries to see if the snakemen were carrying anything valuable, whether it is weapons, magic, or anything that could help in this quest.
While doing this he tells Aahz: "Nice flanking there kid, the mage didn't know where to turn! Let's do it again sometime."
"Do you have what we came for?"
I watch Durr carefully waiting for his reaction. Pondering the best way to reply to Astinos. For it is only an aid in our quest not the culmination of it.
"I completed the challenge with no loss of blood on either side. Without June being my second I would have lost. My opponent was clearly the better."
Caerwyns attack joined by Aahz; finish off the Mage; without the evil ward you steel cuts through is defenses and cuts him down.
the shaman; having taken backlash from his ward failure combined with a the mighty hit from Kosan; is struck dead and hits the wall; then the floor.
spot check dc 15
Spot check
"Whoa."
"Watch out! The casters' bodies are beginning to smoke - Caer, you'd best finish your business before they burst into flame!" Pauses. "But while you are there, do you see any more of their magestones?"
"Durr, come now! We must help the Jewel to her feet." With this, she will move to aid Durr off of the drow princess, then help her up.
Caerwyns attack joined by Aahz; finish off the Mage; without the evil ward you steel cuts through is defenses and cuts him down.
the shaman; having taken backlash from his ward failure combined with a the mighty hit from Kosan; is struck dead and hits the wall; then the floor.
spot check dc 15
** spoiler omitted **
Pick Up my Throwing Hammers.
Spot Check: 9 (1d20) = 1 (Mod) = 10
I start searching the Clerics body.
Search: 17 (1d20) + 9 (Mod) = 26.
Then I move over to the Smake men Abominations and do the same.
In the mind link: Llevonic bout time ye returned boy. Missed a good fight. By the way ya may want to be weary it seems da jewel made you her proper champion at the ball, blood spilt, signed, and sealed all tiddy like, but your king hasn't a clue yet. By my reconning he will not be happy either. Thought she was yer freind. Yer pointy eared folk are a strange lot.
I listen to Kosan's words, and I feel my gut twist. The Dwarf has always talked straight so far so I have no reason to doubt his words.
In a cool tone I speak, "I am always weary. Speaking of which, Kemnebi made an enemy in the Summer Court. You all, exspecially Nebebit should be aware. There will most likely be reprecussions."
Looking at the Jewell; "Is this true?" Would she actually dare such an act without my consent?
"He is no king of mine."
"it is not to win or to lose; it is to survive; did you not survive; did you not gain power as I promised? are you not more able to survive future threats?"
Kemnebi smiles, blinking owlishly. He is apparently still trying to remember exactly what happened.
"Yes. Yes! I survived. Or, at least, I think I did,... " He mutters.
He absent-mindedly reaches up to touch the centipede once again.
"And I definitely gained,... something." He mumbles, then turns and smiles a small smile of pure,... happiness?,... at June.
"Thank you June!" He beams, following the others as they make their way back,...
In a cool tone I speak, "I am always weary. Speaking of which, Kemnebi made an enemy in the Summer Court. You all, exspecially Nebebit should be aware. There will most likely be reprecussions."
Kemnebi looks stunned, like a bunny caught suddenly in a bright light.
" Hey! I made a friend too! Sorta. " He sputters. He looks at Nebebit.
"What?! The centaur started it!" He declares petulantly, pointing back the way they came.
"Watch out! The casters' bodies are beginning to smoke - Caer, you'd best finish your business before they burst into flame!" Pauses. "But while you are there, do you see any more of their magestones?"
I looks specifically for the magestones, and try to hurry up before the corpses burst into flame. I throw any weapons and jewelry they were carrying into a pile a few feet away while I'm stripping them of valuables.