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Vainly thrashing around, Mordecai lets loose another spell, still holding his charge of black energy.
Reaching out, Mordecai charges his hand with black energy and strikes out for the creature.
Still composed despite the icy water surrounding him, Mordecai holds his breath and taps a hand against himself.
Marcel has just enough time for a deep, booming chuckle before water overwhelms him and he has to fight.
Mordecai stops Ezra before she begins her spell and, with her permission, motions for Aluria to pick up the sword rather than Ezra wasting her spell.
Rising slowly up from the ground, Mordecai dusts himself off carefully. Ignoring the figure, he faces his group. "Nothing there concerns us. Let us move on." He heads toward the lake.
Sorry GM, could I get an answer to my question? Thanks.
Heh, aye. So, given I just walked into Purgatory, am I dead or just lightly singed?
According to the rules clarification on D20PFSRD it is explicitly not allowed to be used on unintelligent undead.
Mordecai turns away from the outsider and gestures for the others to come for a quiet discussion. "I have an ability that will permit whoever I touch to become as if undead for a time. However it only last long enough that with my maximum amount of exertions it would last a little over a minute . If we load me up with spells of haste and flight it might be enough. Thoughts?" Death's Kiss: Death’s Kiss (Su): You can cause a creature to take on some of the traits of the undead with a melee touch attack. Touched creatures are treated as undead for the purposes of effects that heal or cause damage based on positive and negative energy. This effect lasts for a number of rounds equal to 1/2 your cleric level (minimum 1). It does not apply to the Turn Undead or Command Undead feats. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.
Good thing being Undead is my character's speciality.
Question, DM. Would Aluria's corpse as it is, or maybe affected by some disguising or disfiguring spell, count as a Statue for the purpose of Enter Image?
Mordecai follows Leon's lead, raising his amulet and letting it glow blue as he briefly closes his eyes.
Mordecai's eyes widen. "Invisible. There is something invisible here..." Raising a finger, he charges a thin blue light and strokes out with it near Leon, exploring the air.
Mordecai points towards the lake. "Bones- walk through the lake. Wait for me there." The skeleton obeys.
Mordecai frowns and taps the walls where the markings are. "This is Necril- the language of the thinking dead. 'Living are not permitted beyond.' I suggest we send my pet across first, if possible."
As the sun rises, Mordecai opens his eyes and slams his palms down against the remains of Aluria, muscles creaking after hours of not moving. And then the creaking continues. Slowly, the pile of entrails begins to shift- the sound of bones creaking fills the air as the few bones visible begin piecing together, crackling into place. Sloughing off the flesh and skin like thin air, the skeleton stands up at attention, turning to face Mordecai. Silently, it awaits its orders. Nodding with satisfaction, Mordecai washes his hands carefully in water and surveys his creation. "Thoughts, fellows?"
Mordecai finds an empty corner atop the ziggurat, overlooking the city. Spreading out the mortal remains of Aluria, he folds back his sleeps and punches his fists deeply into her shredded abdomen. Withdrawing his bloodied hands, he begins to draw upon the stone with her bodily fluids a simple pentacle, with the majority of her remains in the center. Finished, he concludes with a circle of spiked, irregular characters around it. Biting his wrist, Mordecai tears open a tiny gash and allows his blood to drip forth. One drop he lays upon the body, the other he places amid his blood-soaked hands, smashing them together in a loud clap. Sitting cross-legged, bloody hands and bloodier pentacle in front of him, Mordecai closes his eyes, hands still clasped, and quietly begins to chant as the sun falls and stars rise.
Not fussed- my minion can live without it.
No, I mean why don't you ignore Sorcerer entirely. Not entirely convinced by the animal companion anyway, but i'll settle right now for examining what's so wrong with going straight Heavens Oracle.
@Ezra- Why not continue with the Oracle levels? You'll get all the Patterns spells as Mystery spells.
Before the ascent back up the well, an idea occurs to Mordecai and he returns to the wretched remains of Aluria. Calmly gathering her up in a bag, he joins the group and ascends to the surface. "Ezra- I believe I have the solution to what to do with this... junk. Might I take possession of it until daybreak?"
"Hmm... perhaps Aluria may be of better use to us in death than in life..."
Mordecai surveys the devoured corpse calmly and shakes his head. "Tsk. I thought her stronger than this. How sad it is when one encounters something beyond ones ability to control. And then fails utterly." His piece spoken, he turns and joins the rest of the party.
Mordecai steps forward and follows suit with Leon, holding his amulet and letting out a burst of black energy.
Ezra, I want to have your brilliant intelligent babies.
Mordecai raises his shield and casts a quick light spell, augmenting Sir Leon's radiance.
Precisely. I'm sure she'd be filled with the spirit of generosity if she was here. Ahh it's DM hetero; apparently he's been silent on all his games since christmas. Wait, she only has a belt of strength? Really?
Only after we strip her of all her stuff.
Mordecai looks around, barking a light spell and scanning for magical auras. Eventually he lowers his amulet and comments, "I suppose whatever was supposed to keep these gladiators in the circle fighting was hidden down those tunnels; the gladiators would know not to flee down them or presumably horrible, terrible things would attack and eat them." Thinking for a moment, Mordecai reaches into his backpack and pulls out a crowbar; he hammers it against the brass disc and then against his shield, trying to send up a terrible cacophony to see if anything pokes its head out.
Mordecai strokes his beard thoughtfully. "I seem to remember that a great deal of time ago, primitive tribes of orcs and cyclopi would fight as gladiators; most were held on raised platforms suspended over a danger to prevent cowardice from ruining the events. The disc looks like one, and judging from those hoops and ropes, the disc was lowered down into the Ziggurat and then combat began. This means that down there is some hazard which would cause a terrified brute to choose to turn to his enemy rather than jumping off the disc to safety. Joy." Turning to one of the hoops, he pulls on it experimentally to test its strength and gets out a loop of rope from his backpack. "Shall we descend?"
Mordecai examines the brass disc at the bottom of the well and thinks back carefully.
Repeating his actions, Mordecai utters a quick prayer, clutching his amulet.
I'm presuming it's top of the round now, should we just all post our actions or should we wait for the next person to post or the next NPC?
I'd argue that summoned creatures act on their summoner's turn and so Eidolons should do the same, though it is true there is no rule saying so. I wouldn't be fussed.
Mordecai stifles an oath and grabs his necklace, raising his hand imperiously while muttering an entreaty.
Mordecai isn't one for scouting.
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