Magnus Duloch |
Who needs em! Bloody Arcanamirium!
Rips a deep swig of beer and then tosses out the empty.
Stuck up fools! No appreciation for the Evocation School! "Going in a different direction with our research." Bloody idiots. Arcanamirium...more like Moron-a-canium.
More drinking.
Well I'll show em! I'll show'em all!
He belches and unfortunately forgets that he cast the Firebelly Spell earlier. A large fireball blasts out.
Whoops.
Yellowstone |
"Evocation, you say?"
A short and rotund person in a slightly silly-looking formal outfit edges around the elder's field of fire and sits next to him on the steps. His rough, scoria-like black skin marks an obviously nonhuman ancestry.
"Without doubt, one of the fundamental studies of the magical art, and in my humble opinion, among the most fascinating. What objection could the scholars of Absalom have to such a practice?"
Cathran Casrua |
"Seriously, the higher-ups tend to take a dim view on such... displays. Trust me, there are far better places to drown your sorrows and rail against the unfairness of it all. If you promise to stop throwing fireballs and what-not, you could come inside and tell us all about it somewhere you won't get enforcers sicced on you."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Wow, I sure wiffed on that one.
Magnus Duloch |
Magnus is far too drunk to resist persuasion. You successfully get him to calm down and follow you inside. Once with in the lodge, he plops his ancient bones in a chair.
Do you know what those great dusty fops did to me? Forced retirement! Me a man of my youth! He is not youthful at all. Apparently they claim I was rude to some sort of bloody dignitary.
Yellowstone |
"It's not difficult for those who have wealth and position to take offense," Yellowstone admits, "My attempts to represent the Society have been very modestly successful. Luckily, before too long, those occasions called for evocation spells again."
"So have you planned how you'll spend your retirement?"
Magnus Duloch |
Position. More like piracy! The man in question was one of them masked mucky mucky mucks from my former homeland. The One ruled over by the bloody masked cult! I told him to stick it in his eye and jump off a cliff and they sacked me for it!
He hears the R word. Magnus scoffs, loudly
Retirement? Bugger that! I'm joining up. Full time, it's field work for this young buck. He is NOT a young anything. It's Pathfinder work for me!
Cathran Casrua |
"Thirty will do fine for me."
She makes some gestures and incantations before firing a ray of freezing air at a marker.
1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 = 15
1d3 ⇒ 2
The ray strikes and ices over a small portion of the marker.
She makes a different set of gestures and incantations and a tiny orb of green liquid flies toward the marker.
1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
1d3 ⇒ 1
The orb strikes the ice dead-center and boils much of it away.
She mutters something.
She raises her hand and mimics slamming into the ground.
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
A swarm of minute burning pebbles falls from the sky and peppers the marker, leaving it charred but otherwise unharmed.
Yellowstone |
Yellowstone makes sure to place his marker at least 20 feet from anyone else
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Linguistics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
"A wizard may be in dire peril if his brutish enemy threatens to step forth and beat his learned face in, before he can unleash magic!"
A tremor runs through the ground as crazy ridges and humps form, radiating from Yellowstone's feet. He steps back deftly among the slopes and shifting footing
He speaks a spell as he spreads his fingers wide. A blast of fire engulfs the marker, scorching and cracking the surface
4d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 4) + 2 = 14
"And if he's still standing..."
Yellowstone speaks a rapid word and fires a stream of white mist from one finger, much like Cathran's
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
1d3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Cathran Casrua |
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Cathran gives a nod of approval before closing half the distance between herself and her own marker.
"Ah yes, I just learned that one. Let's see what I can do with it."
She gives her own gestures and words of arcane power before releasing a cone of flame from her fingertips.
damage (fire): 3d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 1) = 9
The stone marker takes almost no actual damage but is covered in a barrage of bright sparkling silver lights for several seconds after the flames clear. Cathran seems a bit surprised at the sudden lights.
Aundriel Galandier |
"Sure I can give this a shot!"
With a wave of his hand Aundriel puts down what appears to be an extra dimensional pit with spikes at its bottom
"Try that one on for size."
"I find that when you place an illusion that looks like another spell, you can fool more dimwitted enemies. Set them where I want them before I blast them."