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Hungry and cold, Tristan the Waif attempts to pilfer the coin pouch from Darb the Merchant-Priest. If Tristan succeeds, he have a full belly and a warm place to sleep tonight.

Darb the Merchant-Priest - Wis 19 (He is very observant)

Tristan the Waif - Dex 17 (Yea, he's a slippery waif)

Tristan is a third level rogue needs to perform both Stealth [TB = AM + R + MM] and Sleight of Hand [TB = AM + R + MM] skill checks

Tristan has a guardian angel watching him so he gains a +02 circumstance bonus

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 28
Sleight of Hand/Pick Pocket: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 25

Darb is a seventh level LE cleric of Ayeares, God of Law and Taxes, performing an important courier service in the name of righteousness and government service. He gets two perception checks.

Darb has Owl's Wisdom in effect prior to the encounter.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 7 + 3 = 30
Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 7 + 3 = 25

Although, Darb notices the young waif behind him and of to his side he has yet to pay attention to him. Both tied on the Sleight of Hand and Perception skills check, so the dice must be rolled again.

Tristan - Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 17
Darb - Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 7 + 3 = 18

Darb spots Tristan by one. Darb reaches to grab the young waif and must roll a BAB [+8] to succeed verses Tristan AC. This is consider a touch attack, but Tristan is allowed to retain his dexterity modifier and circumstance bonus. Tristan's AC is 15.

Tristan's AC 15 vs. 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

TIE!

Tristan uses his Dodge feat against Darb and gains a +01 to his AC.

Tristan's AC 16 vs. Darb's attack roll 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Darb misses. Seeing an opening, Tristan makes one more attempt at Darb's coin pouch. Darb, wearing Bracers of Armor +04 neglected to wear his chain mail and settled for weaing his masterwork leather.

His AC 02 + 02 + 04 = 18 verses Tristans Sleight of Hand roll substituted for his BAB. Tristan's target is the coin pouch, not Darb

Darb's AC 18 vs. Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 21

Success! Tristan cuts the pouch free with speed and determination and is off with it while Darb is yelling for the city guards.

"Are you okay?" she asked LK, concerned. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm glad you thought it was cool, Tristan. I wasn't too happy about it. I don't like the feeling that I'm being used like a tool. I don't like this place. It's bad. Everything is fuzzy here. It's real but not. I'm glad the snake-thing is gone. Let's get what we came here for and get out quickly ourselves."

Arielle wrote:

"Are you okay?" she asked LK, concerned. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm.. not sure. It almost felt like.. something was missing, and it was harder to change without it."

After a moment, he stops shaking and settles down.

"That lightning, and Tristan's armor.. really cool."

:::Yea, the lightning bolt and the wolf ride. I can't wait to do that again.::: He smiles, :::Arielle, Kiba, are you all right. That snake-demon didn't hear you to much did it?:::

He gasps and he jerks his head suddenly to Solmyr.

:::Uncle Solmyr, I can hear the family and they want our help. They say there's more snakes. I can take us to them.:::

Without waiting, the proceeds towards the lower deep of the family home.

":::My armor! It's dissolving..."

Tristans looks in awe as his armor dissolves like so much smoke. He looks at Arielle.

":::That lightning was so cool...:::"

:::Fire a bolt of lightning into my chest. I think I can do something neat with my armor.:::

[Slice Beat Kill Repeat]

:::Go Little Kiba! I'm protected. We can attack.:::

Tristan the Waif wrote:

Little Kiba strikes true and flame races off the ethereal snake to some effect. He hisses in pain then roars loudly as it continues to fly pass the wolfling and out the reception room door. The doubles the paces and energy of its flight.

:::I heard my Uncle's thoughts. Oh no. It doesn't want me. It's going after the spell pool. Follow it!:::

Tristan somehow breaks away from the group and races after it.

"Get back here you belly-dragger! Slither on back here and fight like you have fangs!"

Shifting in a large wolf, he runs after Tristan and the snake, leaving a stone wolf next to Arielle so she can catch up. Once he's close enough to Tristan, he flips him up into the air so he lands on Lk's back, and keeps running after the serpent.

:::You're a kid mage right? Got any magic that can slow down or hurt it?:::

:::I can try!:::

Grasping Little Kiba's fur with one hand, and extends the other hand. Tristan concentrates then fires a bolt of blue energy at the ethereal serpent and strikes it in its mid-section. The entwined creatures lurches at the impact stops and turns to face the wolf and it rider. It begins to grow in size.

As Arielle and Devlyn catches up to the others, she too see the serpent growing larger. Angry, it's poised to attack!

Little Kiba strikes true and flame races off the ethereal snake to some effect. He hisses in pain then roars loudly as it continues to fly pass the wolfling and out the reception room door. The doubles the paces and energy of its flight.

:::I heard my Uncle's thoughts. Oh no. It doesn't want me. It's going after the spell pool. Follow it!:::

Tristan somehow breaks away from the group and races after it.

Arielle wrote:

Arielle examines the goo, her green eyes wide. "Well, this is new. I've never seen anything like this before. I think it's probably from someplace my mom wouldn't let me go. It's all....oh, what's that word? I don't know. But it's not something friendly, that's for certain."

"This place feels like it's moving. It's like a kite being pulled along by the wind. We don't have long."

"That's a nice way to put it. Since the boundaries of the Abyss are most likely not on your list of safe places, we should hurry and get that gem."

"Tristan, any chance you may know where it is?"

:::I think it's this way.:::

:::Gross! Demon loogies!:::

He wipes some off his eyes and face

:::Kiba, Is it me? Why do you look darker.:::

Tristan takes Arielle and Little Kiba and motions them to join him.

:::This is bad. I can feel it.::

The roof window shake and quivers a the heavy rumbling grows louder as it approaches the estrate yard. The rumbling sounds louder, more like hoven footsteps and the party looks up and verses through the ceiling from their particular locations in the front room.

Above them, they see large demonic minotaurs, Goristo stepping over the house, but their appearance is almost ethereal. Their threat however is not.

:::What was that?! Why am I shivering?:::

:::...but...:::

For Little Kiba and Arielle only. No peaking.

Okay everybody, see you at the House at the Edge of Eternity

:::Uncle Solmyr, anyone, someone, make that snake go away!:::

:::Not really, but it needs to be done.::: He looks at his uncle glumly. :::You'll keep us won't you Uncle Solmyr, Sir.:::

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

He huffs.

I hate venturing into the unknown.

"But it's so much fun! There's even enough of us here to use pack tactics..."

Tristan smiles and tries to laugh. It's a harsh sound, but it clearly comes across to the others.

Tristand tugs on Solmyr's cloak.

:::Are you going to finish the rest. You know, about Zhalail.:::

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

Thuhl also has a pet, a spell guardian called Thrasher, heavily modified and is capable of holding multiple enchantment. The Spell Guardian can also absorb matter to increase its bulk, strength, and durability. It can also duplicate the physical properties of what it absorbs."

Lk looks at Tristan and Arielle.

"Could Thrasher be the big rock thing we fought that day in the Bazaar?"

:::No, I think that was Nailz's doing. But maybe he had help.:::

"I'll take care of Nailz if he shows his ugly face again."

:::I'm with you. I have a score to settle with him.:::

"So does Tristan have to absorb these gems in order to neutralize their effectiveness? And if Zhalail has to have all three to do what she needs to do, why exactly do we need to take Tristan to his old home, other than to secure this third gem and keep it out of her hands?"

Tristan looks at Devlyn.

::That's were my spirits are telling me to go.::

Tristan the Waif wrote:

Tristan look dumbfounded and a bit astonished at his uncle. His youthful ear not quite grasping the complexity of the situation. His telepathy broadcasting for all those to hear.

::My mother and father, they loved me, did they?::

:Based on what I felt from them during my brief contact with their spirits, I believe that they did love you, Tristan. Very much.:

Arielle wrote:

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

The Dalesman wrote:

"Conceived and bred?" Devlyn repeats, doing his level best to keep his voice calm and even.

"Yes. His conception as well as any future children were in the works before Decca then later Vallashan struck. Tristan was to be the first of his family. A sorcerer with the ability to tap into his ancestral spell pool. He, and they would have a cornucopia of spells at their disposal. You have heard of a spell pool, have you not?"

Solmyr sighs deeply. "The Demachs, except for myself do not marry and have children out of fidelity and love. Our marriages are arranged and contracted, often before we are ten or eleven years of age."

"That's stupid."

He smiles at the wind sprite. "That's what I told them too."

Tristan look dumbfounded and a bit astonished at his uncle. His youthful ear not quite grasping the complexity of the situation. His telepathy broadcasting for all those to hear.

::My mother and father, they loved me, did they?::

"Let's go then! The longer we talk, the less time we have to get to Tristan's gem. Come on Tristan, Arielle, let's go."

He makes another wolf for Tristan and waits for him to hop on it.

::Kiba. Wait. Let's hear what my uncle has to say.::

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

"Tristan is my nephew."

He lays his staff down on the ground.

"Consider this a gesture of my good will."

The gnome steps forward, looking hostile. "Solmyr, please note that failure to comply with Servant procedure is seen as an open act of defiance and will be dealt with accordingly. So I strongly recommend you simply tell us: Exactly what is going on?"

He holds out his staff, blocking Tristan's path. "Patience. Remember that we are facing mages. Illusions are possible."

Tristan throws him a dirty irritated look.

::Stuff it pickle-nose. That's Uncle Solmyr. He doesn't do illusions.::

Tristan moves around the staff and proceeds forward.

When Tristan arrives, he steps forward. He looks and his eyes widen. Allura can sense his amazement.

::Uncle Solmyr?!::

Without a second thought, he rushes right towards him.

Even as the celstial pegasus forms in front of him, Oroth holds his Shield of Prator before him, causing a chariot to appear an attach to Brightwing. He pushes Aidan into the chariot and hops into the saddle. Warning his brother to hold on, he signals Brightwing and they take off, flying about 60ft above Allura and Devlyn.

"If you want a ride, there's room in the back with Aidan!"

Seeing that Arielle and Little Kiba left on or as their respective wolves, Tristan hops aboard the chariot and joins Oroth and Aidan.

On the chariot, as they approach the warehouse, Tristan develops a look a surprise and confusion.

::Who?! What?! Why am I hearing things?::

She nods in acknowledgement. The rain continues to fall gently.

"I called the storm too fast," she says glumly. "It's going to take days to untangle the mess I've made of the weather."

::That guy, Thuhl, I think he was stalling us. I think he doesn't want us to investigate the source of the smoke.::

A sense of urgency comes into his voice.

::We need to hurry. C'mon Kiba, Arielle. Let's go!::

The clouds above the Bazaar gather faster as Arielle becomes more upset, and the first fat raindrops begin to fall.

Tristan take Arielle's by the hand.

::It's okay. He's gone. It will be alright.::

The howling chain flings itself angrily at Tristan.

Using the magics in his blood, Tristan instinctively creates a small circular shield of hardened ethereal matter in front of him. The bladed chain punctures the shield and misses the young sorcerer's face by inches. It retracts, taking the shield, but not Tristan with it.

"Um...what fire demons, guys? What's going on?"

Tristan tugs on Devlyn's sleeve.

::Something's not right here...::

Good morning.

LK walks next to Arielle and Tristan.

"Do you realize we all meet here in the Bazaar?"

::Yup. Uh-oh.::

As Tristan sees the Mamluks marching towards their direction, he sidesteps behind the adults, especially Devlyn or Allura

"Oh for the love of.....well, this should be interesting."

;P

"Alright - my guess is that the city watch has cordoned off the Bazaar until they can find out what the heck is going on. If they have patrols around, we'll probably have to avoid them for the time being."

"Tristan - we're following your lead here. Show us where we need to go first."

::This way. My home is near that pillar of smoke.::

As Tristan raises his finger to point in the general direction of the pillar of smoke, an alarming cry is heard.

Up from the street, several Mamluks and what appears to be a wizard is approaching the group.

"We can help," she says eagerly. "Well, I think we can help. LK can help. I'm still not really in control of my power. I might be more of a problem than a help," she added glumly.

::Show you what I do.::

Tristan presses his hands together and seperates them slowly. LK and Arielle look at the taffy-like ethereal substance globulate between his hands then solidify on the tips of his fingers. He clasps his hands then flings all four finger together in a single motion across the sanctum. One narrow thin blades flies from his finger and embeds itself in the sanctum's wall. A second blade pinballs across the hospitality room and punctures a large drinking chalice. Cursing soon follows. The third flies unerringly and is followed by a short yelp. The fourth blade zips pass Poetry the assassin and slices off a lock of her hair. Tristan seems oblivious to the assassin's presence. His eyes go wide as he realizes the blades have left his fingers.

::Ooops!::

He quickly ducks behind Devlyn.

Waiting for my copy of the Pathfinder Bestiary to show up this week. I hope I get it before my vacation ends. Go Paizo Go!

Little Kiba wrote:

Tristan the Waif wrote:

He sees Arielle and Little Kiba and races towards them. He almost trips over his own excitement.[/i]

::Hey! Where have you been?!::

Arielle and Little Kiba have only known him for a short time, but he looks older, now almost out of his childhood years.

But LK came with Tristan when Oroth brought him here! He's talking to Cyberdragonborn right now! Oh well...

"Well, I was just talking to the metal dragon upstairs, but I think it teleported me down here so I wouldn't miss Devlyn jumping like a scared rabbit."

He looks at Tristan for a moment.

"You grew bigger!"

"Yeah, Tristan, you look older than me now. You got a lot taller." Arielle says once she stops giggling.

::It's the magic I wield. It's doing this to me. I don't know why.::

He stops and looks glum. His mirth almost dying out.

::There's another gemstone. Its at my house and I need to go home again to get it before Zhalail does.::

Aidan has a hard time talking, since he's still laughing.

"What's wrong? Aren't you glad to see me?"

He looks like he did before the Flame took over, except for his eyes. They are still pure black except for two thin slivers of curved ivory*.

Tristan would laugh aloud if his voice would let him. This is probably the first time in many months that he's laughed so hard, especially with a jest played upon Devlyn. He sees Arielle and Little Kiba and races towards them. He almost trips over his own excitement.

::Hey! Where have you been?!::

Arielle and Little Kiba have only known him for a short time, but he looks older, now almost out of his childhood years.

"Seems like the kids are taking their sweet time to get up here. Guess I'd better see what the've gotten into, neh?" Devlyn asks with a smirk.

He heads downstairs to gather up the 'flock'.

Tristan shrugs his shoulders and follows Devlin,

"It flys where you want it, and you can't fall off."

He demonstrates with a few lazy circles and flying upside-down for a bit.

"It works off willpower, so those of good will can use it with ease. Those who are not of good will cannot use it at all. Would you like to try?"

He steps off the skyboard and offers it to Tristan.

:::Wow! Sure.:::

Tristan looks at the magical device and climbs onto it.

"Oh. You saw it, huh?"

With a slight hesitation, he pulls it back out and flips it to the floor, where it expands and floats a few inches above the ground.

"I was thinking about giving this to you in case we get into trouble and you have to get away fast."

Morning. Survived another week without another robbery. Two more days and I will be on vacation. Going no where outside Vegas, so I will be able to move this thread along further. Oh JOY!

:::What does it do?:::

"Other than rations and fresh water, in case we do find the Tunnels, I do not believe I need anything else."

He pulls a small rectangle out from within his sleeve, and can be seen looking between it and Tristan. After a few moments, he slips it back into his sleeve.

:::What's That?::: Tristan looks at Oroth with some curiosity.

Tristan the Waif wrote:

:::I don't know. I touched him once and it's like he wasn't there.:::

Tristan shivers with fear.

"'Wasn't there' as in you put your hand straight through him, or just the feeling that he was 'disconnected' from the world in a creepy way?"

:::No. It went through him. It felt cold, like a cold winter wind. I can't put it into words.:::

"Whoever he is doesn't know what we can do, Tristan. I swear I'll get you out of there if anything goes wrong. No matter what."

:::I don't know. I touched him once and it's like he wasn't there.:::

Tristan shivers with fear.

Anyone know someone or someones on the list willing to play a cleric of Sunny G. I haven't heard from Alaina in a while. I may need a sorcerer too.

*starts humming*

Ooops! Sorrry. :-D

Tristan looks at Sunny G with tears swelling in his eyes. He yells loudly across the minds of everyone.

:::No! I won't go! You don't know what he can do to people!"

The portal flashes and the trio walk out.

"Hey guys, I got the little terrors here!"

:::I'm not a terror, well, not like that white dragon that flies around the Eyrie:::.

Tristan sticks his tongue out in Oroth's general direction.

"Excellent. Tristan, this is Sunny Godhead, and I think he has some questions for you in order to help with what's going on. Sunny G, this is Tristan. You'll need to speak to him 'mind-to-mind for the time being."

:::Hello Sir. WOW! This is your place. I could see it from the Bazaar, even at night. It shines like a flowing bag of gold coins.:::

Seconds later, he takes a closer look at Sunny G. and raises his hand to shield his eyes.

:::You're too bright. You throw off too much magic.:::

"He'll probably think that's pretty funny. I'll fix your knee before we go."

"Thanks. I like climbing around the Eyrie. There's so much to see. And I stay away from the dragon too. Let's find Little Kiba and head towards the Omniportal."

Oroth steps out of the omniportal and cups his hands around his mouth.

"Hey Tristan! LK! You want to go to see Sunny G?"

Covered in a sweet layer of dirt, Tristan enters the Eyrie from another climbing expedition.

:::Sure, but I need to clean up first. I also skinned my knee. Who's Sunny G.? Sounds like someone who serves pulped oranges.:::

Aidan shakily gets to his feet, and begins to make his way down the mountain, turning down any help or attempts to make him stop, grim determination in his eyes as he heads for the omniportal.

Aidan hears Tristan's voice and it sounds concerned to him.

:Forgive yourself first, seek answers within yourself and the truth will council you on a path to recovery. They were words my mother told me before she was murdered.:

Somewhere along the lower edges of the Eyrie, Tristan watches in amazement and apprehension as the armored firebearer and the board-servants bring destruction to his new home.

.... wrote:

Outside the Eyrie, there are Servants of the Board. They don't even bother to hide now. They keep their distance, none being fool enough to try to enter. Likewise, the guards steer clear of them. The Servants seem nervous around the Eyrie, but thus far have not budged. They are not letting anybody out if they can help it.

At the top of the mountain, Sky waits, the rings he wears glowing faintly...

:::Mr. Sky sir, what's going on? I can see commotion throughout the Eyrie.:::

To pass the time, Tristan practices targeting and accuracy with his new sorcerer's spell. He adapts to it quite well. When he becomes frustrated with the boredom and loneliness, he hikes and climbs around the Eyrie. He enjoys the breath-taking view his new home has to offer.

Tristan the Waif wrote:

Sky Cloudgather wrote:

Sky tenses, his body trying to shift out of instinct. One hand goes to his bow, in case things go badly.

"Pray you see chromatics from farther away should you ever see another."

:::Are they really that powerful? I'be heard stories about that.:::

Sorry for the delay, vacations can cause them easily. ;) I'll be able o post more often Monday, when we go home.

:Aye little one, they really are that powerful. Why don't we see if you can aim that sword of yours huh? I'm sure the training dummies can handle it.:

:::Sure. I really don't want to use it on anyone unless I have to in self-defense. My grandparents told me that when I am stronger and more skilled, my blades can become, uh, what was it, Uh ghost-touched and wraithstrike weapons. I'm not sure what that means...:::