Heh, could have sworn I had seen mass barkskin. perhaps it was left over in my brain from 3.x? :/
using 2 of my 6th level slots for Bulls Str/Mass & Barkskin/Mass :) So all get a +4 enhancement bonus to Str, and a +5 enhancement bonus to your Natural armor. It DOES stack with your nat armor, but NOT with any other Nat Armor 'enhancement' bonuses. It DOES stack with 'armor' that you are wearing. :)
"Oh Ah'm reddy aw'raight. Les' git dis show on deh road! Altee, make wit' deh dissapearin' trick. Everwun stay close. An iffn yew gots a charm o' quiet an' sneaky-ness, Dis iz deh time teh try it out." Elgan says very leaderish-ly. HE clambers upon Claws' broad shoulder plate, shifting fluidly into a monkey as he does so. From his perch he awaits the applications of magics, and does his own pre-battle/imminent mayhem checklist.
Druid buffs incoming,... tomorrow. G'night! :)
"Das' no dreem Pipsteh'. Das outteh sumwun's nightmare!" Elgan shudders.
I guess we're all ready to go? Long term buffs up? and we'll hold off on the shorter ones until we actually need them? Do we want to go all sneaky? Or do we want a distraction for us to use to make sneaking easier? I was thinking a swarm of bugs or JGG through the front gate, as we sneak in invisible through the tower?
Elgan looks thoughtful as he ponders the possibilities of the pummeling he could dish out while under the effects of such a spell.
"Dats deh wun whut don' last so long, raight? Mebbe save dat fer when we git into deh scrap dat's comin'. If'n yews gots deh time." He grins conspiratorially.
"Oooh,... Pretteh." Elgan smiles, relaxing for the first time in a while at the sight of the colors he can see.
He reluctantly turns away from the sight to the others.
"Yeh, Les' magik up. Dese guys iz gonna larn a lessen ur tree bout' messin wit' muh frens!"
"Iz not nice teh mess wit' mudder natuh. Cuz she's a b!tch. An ah'm her messengeh." He smiles predatorially.
Yep, Elgan prepped that spell at Altai's suggestion many pages ago. :)
Elgan swings over and perches upon the rigging next to Satari. He shimmers into a form that more closely resembles his 'normal' wood elf appearance, but as he looks at Satari and talks, his features slowly shift into an approximation of the Monks'.
"Yeh, dis whole place iz jes',... OFF. It ain't raight. Dere's livin' here, and ah kin feel ah kinectshun. But iz lahk tryin' teh talk unnerwateh. Ah'm surprised dat Plantzilla ansered deh call."
Now bald headed Elgan gestures to the desolation below them. He shivers once at the cold, but seems otherwise unaffected.
"Dis place ain't quite as ded az it luuks. But iz dang close. An dere's sumthin' else. But ah can'ts,... tell whut it iz."
He shrugs and points at the caravan below. "Ah guess we'll finds out soon 'nuf."
"Yew don' t'ink DAT wuz deh wun whut wanted 'Sheldon' dere back frum us, dew yeh?" Elgan asks no one in particular.
ELgan spends most of his time in the rigging, or talking with the others. He seems, depressed, at the sight of the wasteland below them.
"Yeh. Dey wuz jes' ithchin' fer a faight. Which ain't nurmelly a problem. But ah gits deh feelin' dat sumwun',... ur sumthin',... in dis place iz tryin' teh keep us frum gettin teh Beldin. Er mebbe iz deh place isself. Ah dunno."
ELgan scratches his tangled dreadlocks, still hanging upside down from the rigging. He has unconsciously assumed a half-elf, half-monkey form to do so. With a shrug he scrambles back up the rigging, hanging from hands and monkey feet.
"Ah don' knows." Mutters Elgan.
"Duz 'Zura' mean 'Tahme teh git muh ugly butt kicked?" He snickers. (Hopefully they cannot hear as well as they can see)
CLearly, hanging out with this particular group of murderhobos has affected his usually gentle personality.
Or maybe its the Plane of Existence they are currently on. Yeah, that's it,...
Elgan whips out a couple of wands, and lays down a beat for Pip by tapping out a healing beat on Emrael.
Sorry. Was inspired by Pip's posts! :)
AFter realizing, yet once more, that he has almost no sense of rhythm, (Unless that rhythm is being pounded out on a bad guys head) Elgan stops trying to tap on Emrael's armor, and simply heals her with the wands instead.
CCW wands. A few taps should set you right up!
Elgan glares at the monkey-macaw critter, then shrugs.
When the critter is right, it's right.
"Sew waitaminute. Yew mean dem t'ings kin hide in purt near anyt'ing?!? Naw how inholyheck ur we suppozzed teh fine sumthin' that kin hide anywhere's? Kin they jump frum one tew deh udder real quick? Er does it take tahme? If'n they's quick deys gonna be hard teh ketch."
Elgan looks at Altai, then shrugs in his usal, calm, all-accepting way.
What is unusual is his muttering in elvish afterwords.
"Crazy@$$ humans. Gonna git me kilt, an' ah'm gonna git reincarnated as eh BugBeah! Jest yew watch an' see."
To those who speak elvish, it is a sign of how upset he is that his quaint common accent is being reflected in his native tongue.