explosions are always useful, if a bit dangerous. They also look really cool He smiles as he speaks
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"Ooowww…" Yelis said, having taken the full force of the blast. He shifted back into his natural form, picking out glass shards with his much longer nails. "Ow, ow, freaking ow…"
Waya, lower down and out of the worst of the shrapnel, whined softly until Yelis stooped down to help her as well. "Heh. Well, job well done, hmm?" he said, finally standing up again.
I have one more spell in me for the day, if anyone is badly hurt let me know.
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While visibly trying to hold in a smirk, Devic says You see? You are safe now. Ehh, Ammon? Should patch him up. You seem to enjoy doing that to the litso-pokhititeli. Devic pulls out another home-made grenade and inspects it while she waits, seeming to be content with it.
I did enjoy, yes. What was that music you played? Devic looks ahead as she speaks.
"As good as the song was, I prefer electric guitar. I can power it, you see." Ramiel jokes. "Your Aegis is very cool though."
I just enjoy helping people Devic. I found the song relaxing as odd a word as that might seem. for the future, if ever i get out of hand in a fight i hold leviathan with a loose grip, disarm me. my blood tends to get a bit out of control sometimes
Ammon walks over to Yelis, holds his hand over the wounds and chants.
Ammons breathing grows a bit heavy as the light fades.
are we all ready then?
Helping others is why we are all here, no? Some of us just need ehh, funding. For the big projects. Devic stays with the group, ready to go.
Yelis nodded gratefully as Ammon patched him up. "Thanks… I needed that," he said, accompanied by a few faint clinks as his healed wounds pushed out a few smaller glass shards. Yelis gave a slight shudder at the sound, his tail bristling a bit.
"It was, uh, very nice. But doesn't it go, y'know, up at the end of the intro riffy thing? Yours went down," he answered, gesticulating vaguely. Musical terminology wasn't exactly his forte.
"It was...intresting no doubt Skjor, but we really should head deeper" Moment speaks up from the front of the group where he was until now pulling a small number of glass shards out of the places his armor didn't cover.
"uh, on a side note; do any of you happen to have a napkin?"
Ehh, sure. What you need this for? Devic seems curious.
Lead then. Ve are ready.
"for my blood" Moment says nonchalantly as he pulls a cut up sleeve back to show a semi bloody arm "I wish to clean myself before it stains...blood is really hard to get off your cloths once it's set in"
He gives a light chuckle
"expecially when it's not your's"
The hall of mirrors gets darker the further iinward you venture.
The mirrors also change, from simply a multitude of clones of yourselves, to warped versions, proportions being shifted wildly, and limbs growing to freakish lengths.
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, M/DF (a firefly)
Range touch
Target object touched
Duration 10 min./level
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no
This spell causes a touched object to glow like a torch, shedding normal light in a 20-foot radius from the point touched, and increasing the light level for an additional 20 feet by one step, up to normal light (darkness becomes dim light, and dim light becomes normal light). In an area of normal or bright light, this spell has no effect. The effect is immobile, but it can be cast on a movable object.
You can only have one light spell active at any one time. If you cast this spell while another casting is still in effect, the previous casting is dispelled. If you make this spell permanent (through permanency or a similar effect), it does not count against this limit. Light can be used to counter or dispel any darkness spell of equal or lower spell level.
As it gets darker Ammon Casts light touching the mirrors.
that should help at least a little bit, it's getting a bit too dark. Also i still vote we break these mirrors, they are starting to creep me out. He looks toward the ground avoiding looking at the mirrors.
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"You owe me a bandanna." Ramiel says as he takes his neckpiece off and hands it over to Moment. "Or owe me a wash for it at least. And thanks for the light, Ammon."
Taking a few seconds for himself, Ramiel closes his eyes and concentrates on focusing his mind again.
anyone else still thinking about that mirror creature? it was made of glass or something.
Yelis waved a hand dismissively. "Oh don't worry about a bit of staining. I've got that covered." He made a pass of his hand over the affected area. "And the mirrors are easy enough to take care of without smashing," he added, making a slow pass over the mirrors and leaving an ugly dark coating over them so that they wouldn't reflect. "Better?"
I read a lot of books...bad things happen when mirrors are involved...and it's not the creature itself that's bothering me anymore, I have no problem killing bad guys, but he shattered into glass, he's in a fun house, and there have never been any bodies. if this were one of my books we would be end up in some weird mirror world, slowly getting picked off or separated. have you ever seen a creature like that? it can shape-shift, but something tells me that that was it's real form. thanks for handling the light, i'm still a bit new to magic.
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Skjor walked along slowly, his vision not impaired by the darkening light. When breaking the mirrors was brought up, he looked over at Ammon and stated, "Do not break the mirrors, that shall visit upon us bad luck that we do not need." He gave a nod of thanks to Yelis as he darkened the mirrors with his magic. [b]"There may be a secret passage behind one of these mirrors, we should check each one.
"gotta love presditigitation..." Moment apraised his new clean arm from the front of the group, only seeing as far as his ioun torch would let him.
"thank you anyway Ranmeil".
Skjor walked along slowly, his vision not impaired by the darkening light. When breaking the mirrors was brought up, he looked over at Ammon and stated, "Do not break the mirrors, that shall visit upon us bad luck that we do not need." He gave a nod of thanks to Yelis as he darkened the mirrors with his magic. "There may be a secret passage behind one of these mirrors, we should check each one.
Certainly. I'll be ehh, very careful. Lyudi nikogda menya ne slomat' chto-nibud'...
Devic pulls out a Gas Mask that appears to be very modern in make, but as with all of her possessions so far, heavily customized. Stylish dull red lenses cover the eyes. She wears the mask.
Ya mogu postavit' yego obratno vmeste... She continues to grumble to herself, though now muffled and even harder to understand than normal as she moves mirrors around. Ne trudno...oni delayut kley dlya nego.
Seeing some of the group look at the mirrors, and idea strike Ramiel and he kneels down to look at the floor, focusing on the direction the glassman came from in his search for some sign of the creature's path.
Ammon notices Rameil, and goes over to assist
need some help? learned a bit of tracking back in School
attempting to aid another.
Well, the light certainly made the funhouse easier to navigate. Not that a creature with darkvision, like Kavak, would be hindered all that much by its absence. It was just nicer since lighting in enclosed spaces pretty much removed all the parallels between the locale and the tunnels where Kavak had grown up. "Now then, I wonder who fixed the lamps in here." Lamps that on a closer inspection were still either turned off, missing, or broken. "So it's not electrical. Hmm, magic?" the goblin queried as he walked up to a site of struggle. The area was damaged and both floor and mirrors had suffered.
Quickening his pace at this sign of unrest Kavak was soon to come upon the group, they were only a few meters or so up the path. Slowing down to not appear threatening he called out to them. "So something happened in between my call with Ammon ending and my arriving here. What did I miss?"
Ammon making little to no progress with assisting in tracking , noticed Kavak approach.
A fight, the man i mentioned was a shape shifter or something. we killed him and he burst into glass. we stopped after the fight ot wait for you to catch up.
He shifts uncomfortably avoiding looking at the mirrors, he takes his place protecting the back of the group ready to continue
Devic adds Bomb exploded, he exploded, very enjoyable. Slightly dangerous. Now we delicately search for ehh, secrets. Join.
Devic suddenly bolts upright. She raises her hand as a signal, and begins whispering.
We must be silent, more are coming. You hear the feet, and glass? She retrieves her gun, backing away from the mirrors.
"Frontliners to the front then. I'll watch our backs.' Ramiel whispers as he draws a sturdy, thin knife from under his armor's left bracer. He moves so he's closer to their entry.
Ammon draws leviathan and moves to the front ready to strike.
we can't trust any one who comes out, agreed Ammon whispers
"Hmph. Let's see if we can't put them off balance!" Yelis hissed quietly. Judging the general direction of the noise, he centered a small bit of illusory magic in that area- sirens, muffled as if outside, and the faint sound of police cars pulling up and doors slamming.
Yelis nervously positioned himself near the rear, looking around and holding his hands up to cast another dazing spell. "If we can knock them out, then they won't explode, will they? Might be best."
The glass fiends come into sight, standing across the width of the hallway from one another, the tips of their fingers sliding against the mirrors, almost melding in with the glass as they touch.
Being masters of illusion themselves, the glass men listen upon the sirens and notice the familiar trappings of Ghost Sound, a duet of metalic laughter echoes through the halls.
[dive=Initiative, Waya]1d20+2[/dice]
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Have bad feeling about this...
"What in the scorching deserts are those?"
Geralt grimaces under his mask as he rushes in at the closest glass-man, Red Queen raised high in both hands and cloak billowing behind.
Ammon stands steadfast, preparing his assault moving to attack from behind. to flank with Geralt in possible.
[powerless prophecy takes the standard action]
Geralt takes a sizeable chunk of shards out of the glass-man's shoulder, he staggers against the mirror, putting his arm up to brace himself, but it melding against the glass instead. Weakly, it swings it's arm out at Geralt.
Missing by a foot.
The other Glass Man takes slow steps forward, walking more uncanily than the other, almost daring anyone else to attack him.
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Deciding to change things up a bit, Ramiel let's his power surge in a way he doesn't usually employ and fires off a small jet of fire before adding a bigger blast to follow. Both are aimed at the glassman that attacked Ammon.
"Stupid fire..."
Devic takes out another bomb. This one appears to glow faintly orange from within. She takes aim at the sauntering, unengaged Glass Man.
Plamya-poyezd ne imeyet tormozov, ublyudok!
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Heh. Good fire.
CASTING
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
EFFECT
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft. level)
Effect fog spreads in 20-ft. radius
Duration 10 min./level
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no
DESCRIPTION
A bank of fog billows out from the point you designate. The fog obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet. A creature within 5 feet has concealment (attacks have a 20% miss chance). Creatures farther away have total concealment (50% miss chance, and the attacker can't use sight to locate the target).
A moderate wind (11+ mph) disperses the fog in 4 rounds; a strong wind (21+ mph) disperses the fog in 1 round.
The spell does not function underwater.
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"More of these vile fiends?!" Skjor yelled as they were besieged by two more of the mirror creatures. "Thou shall feel the might of the primordial gods! Sing, Aegis, sing to the heavens!" With that, Skjor ran his fingers over the chords of Aegis, the sounds of heavy metal once more reverberating through the building.