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Zane stood at the top of the ladder for a moment, processing everything that had occurred. There was an ominous sense to the descent, as if once down that ladder, everything would change, and with it the intense intellectual curiousity that drove him. "Until we get back, don't trust anyone previously associated with Saul's business dealings. If he returns and comes after you, find Maelorn's mother and both of you get to Samaritha at the Wizard's enclave. You'll be safe there, even he wouldn't be insine enough to rile a host of mages." With that he descended after Nakoda. Me'mori wrote:
Zane can's use anything besides the potions so he'll just take a shre of the cash value after eveeryone gears up. Will need to replenish his scroll collection and probably pick up another wand. My magic is almost tappeed for the day, but I have scrolls and the wand. The longer we let him run the harder he'll be to find. Besides, if he's in the wind, your mother, Samaritha, the people at the Shoanti enclave, there's no telling who he'll go after to get back at us. I say we finish this." Zane looks down at the pit as if preparing to jump in. "No we wouldn't, but after everything he's done, everyone we care about is in danger until we get a hold of Saul. He's going to be looking for a way to stike back, but first, he'll try to get to somewhere safe." Zane looks over at Nakoda staring down at her hands. "It's normal, adrenaline wearing off and the realization of the stakes. No shame in it." Somewhere in the back of his mind Zane marvels at the sheer ruthlessness of Saul's defenses. His conscious mind however is quite aware of the viscious boar trying to kill him as he onece again lashes out with his cane, this time swinging with a pwerful blow,the head crackling with electricity. 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
In desperation Zand grips his cane, focusting on his bond with the item he calls on the link to summon a spell currently gone from his mind, yet still contained within his spellbook. Casts Spontaneous Immolation via Acane Bond. 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6) = 11 Fire damage to Borjask, DC 16 reflex save or burst into flames again. Zane draws a scroll, shaking his head at the insanity of what he is about to do. With a rapid series of acane pronouncements he summons a horse into the midst of the wild boars, adding to the chaos and providing an alternative target for the crazed animals. Casting Mount to summon horse next to Bron Realizing that he is in the most dangerous position in which a spellcaster could find himself Zane's focus intensifies, his defensive movements leaving no opening as he grasps his copper shod wand in one hand. Concentration1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 The swift movements of activating the spell summoning the spell as he channels it through his body into his cane as he reaches out to touch one of his opponents R1, unleashing the brutal shock. Shocking Grasp1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Red 1 has 50% chance of hitting Bron's double Zane shouts to Bron and Nakoda, "Fall back!" as he hurls the alchemist bomb across thee room at the second attacker through the door. Aim at #2 before moving behind the desk. 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Standing in the doorway Zane casts a grease spell into the hallway before it, ccoating the floor in a thick layer of viscous slime before closing the door and striding over to the desk. Zane quickly glances at the files on the desk, trying to determine what the information may have been uused for. Int check1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 "For a place that was supposedly hemmhoraging money before we came along, these furnishings are rather expensive." 2 rounds worth of actions Zane's mind races, keeping pace with events and reactions, some part of his awareness calmly calatoguing details. Perception 1d20 ⇒ 10 "We should go for the upper windows, they'll be calling reinforcements to this door and if they're smart, expect us to try the front one." Pulling a scroll he rapidly casts a spell, his whole body seeming to ripple for a second, a pulse in the air centered around his legs. Cast Jump Zane looked at the two bursting through the door and quickly pointed at one of them, arcane syllables sputtering like flames while he ran a pinch of saltpeter through his fingers. Abruptly flames erupted around the man, Red 14 lighting up the night. Spontaneous Immolation 3d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 4) = 11+ on fire. DC 16 Fort save for 1/2 and avoid being on fire Zane barks out the arcane trigger word, the symbol on his cane flaring with a silvery sheen. Immediately each of the group was matched by an illusory double shifting in and out makingint almost impossible to determine which was which. Move action to trigger latent spell. Each party member has a double, 50% miss chance, when double is destroyed new one appears next round. Lasts 10 mins as long as within 60ft of Zane's cane Quickly he swung at the attacker, providing a distraction at the least. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
As the group approached The Golden Goblin, Zane utters a rhythmic chant, a shimmer spreading over him as he warped realiity to his will, armor of pure force surrounding him before fading into invisibility. Mage Armor The moment it completed he followed with a more intricate chant,syllables almost sounding like the reverse of the ones immediately before them as he scribed a silvery mirroring sigil into the palm of his glove, donning it and keeping the hand closed around his cane to conceal the effect. Symbol of Mirroring Knowledge local1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 Zane frowns thoughtfully shaking his head. "I know I've heard of were ratsworking for someone in the city but the details escape me. I agree that after a night's rest we should move on the Goblin. Better to strike before Saul has any idea that we aren't all dead."
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