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"Found something interesting?" the pixie asks, floating beside the lizardman's shoulder, paying more attention to the bones than the items adorning them. After several long heartbeats staring at the remains of the lupine creature, he turns to face the still conscious member of the group rescued from the sacs. "How exactly did you find yourself being digested by this creature?" he asks the half-troll. Seeing where Al points, the pixie darts to the centre of the room and hovers above the group. His dark eyes lock on the mass of fleshy tendrils and a similarly dark cloud forms around them. Initiative 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
The pixie waves his arms up towards the slimy creature, unleashing a wave of stomach churning energies, relying on his invisibility to aid his attack. Flitting back down the tunnel to conceal his location, he looks back to gauge his options. I'm assuming this is an ooze creature so I'm not including the bonuses for invisibility.
"Very well then, we shall follow the black veins." The pixie hovers for a moment looking at each of the four black veined tunnels, briefly suppressing his invisibility before moving towards tunnel number 1d4 ⇒ 4, "this one looks the most promising." EDIT: Perception 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 Only 28 if not sight/sound based (+ See Invisibility) "Interesting..." Luff whispers to himself, hovering before the sugary wall blocking their way back. He draws a finger along it slowly, then holds the sample beneath his nose for a moment. "It would seem that the way on, at least, is clear." he states, whirling around to face the open corridor before them, "Shall we move on?" Luff raises an eyebrow suspiciously, then smiles coldy, "oh, I see your game!" He calls out into the darkness. The pixie raises his arms as he hovers backwards, then the water before the beast begins to bubble violently as a serpentine form of steam begins to form, wrapping itself around the strange creature. Its misty jaws lash out to bite at the flank of its watery victim. moves back, then casts Permanent Image
Lucien Brightwing wrote:
Maybe the elder spirits of our forest? They're pretty vague entities at the moment. The invisible pixie flaps backwards instinctively. Drawing up the energies invested in him be Svetlana, he prepares to unleash a wave of sickening force against the strange creature should it attack one of his allies. Nightflier:
action wise, back away 5', then ready an eldritch blast should the creature attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 touch attack, 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5 + sickness for 1 minute unless it succeeds against a DC18 Fort save. Raven34 wrote:
Beyond what is in the background on my character sheet, you would probably know that before leaving the forest, Luff was always very protective of his environment, but still eager to interact with any humanoids that might come along - usually by chatting with them about the outside world, but if they didn't prove friendly, by causing them no end of frustration. You might also know about some of the various oaths he swore to the elder forest spirits, I've not really gone into much detail on them yet, but one of them involves Raven34 and Nightflier:
not revealing personal information about another fey unless the information is directly requested three times. Luff looks back to the new addition to the group with a suspicious glance, but seems to conclude that the others' trusting demeanor towards him must have some reason. "We know very little of the missing infants," he replies to the question, "only that several have gone missing recently and there are indications they have been brought into the sewers." The pixie seems somewhat hesitant to continue, but adds a final comment, "I believe that The Folk may be involved in this..." he seems to struggle for a moment, as though unsure he should continue, "but if they are, they do not seem to be abiding by the old customs." Jack Ketch wrote: "What a strange place this is. Makes one wonder what these tunnels are really used for. Or by." Jack will begin moving forward at around half speed, drawing his silver sword cautiously. "Indeed," Luff whispers, following the 'halfling' forwards cautiously, "the denizens of this place seem very strange indeed - though I have yet to see them I feel they are oddly familiar to me..." Nightflier:
Admittedly, there's only been the voices so far, but your desciption of the laughter makes me think of the fey... is that enough to go on for a knowledge(nature) check to glean some information? Nightflier:
The pixie flaps his wings urgently at the sound of laughter, lifting him from the ground as his keen eyes scan the interior of the tunnel for the source of the unfamiliar voices or any other sign of ill intent.
Perception 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
nightflier wrote: As you stand betwixt and between, not inside the tunnel, not outside it, not under the earth, not in the air... you start to feel strange. Like you are becoming lighter than you are. Lighter than air. Fortitude check, please. Luff sways back slightly at the odd sensation, reaching out to the side of the tunnel to steady himself. Fort Save:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
"Hmm..." the pixie muses as he begins to beat his wings faster, slowly gaining altitude, "if the trail leads here, I wonder how the girl was taken past the grates." Luff then flies off to find a large group of people to question regarding nearby sewer entrances. Gather Information 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 "Very well," Luff chimes, "I shall question those that call this area their home in order to discern the location of an alternative entrance to the sewers. When my investigations are complete I will meet you back here." He looks over to Jack with a tilted head, "is this grate near location your sources said the sugar smell was located?" "I may be able to loosen the rivets, so that one of you can remove our obstacle," the pixie casually mentions, hovering over the sewer grate. "But even if I do, you three might have some trouble fitting down there," he looks from Alderthane, to Zissaren and finally to Arathalia, "though you seem quite... flexible." "I fail to see how my loyalty to my mistress demonstrates a lack of reliability," the pixie says coldly to the archon, "and I would much rather not swear any oaths - they are extremely binding to we fey, and there may be unexpected consequences should the wording of the oath conflict with a course of action that may be for the good of us all." nightflier wrote: Perception check by all players, please. Perception 1d20+12=30 or just 28 if the check isn't sight or sound based.
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