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He looks around and frowns. "It seems we lost Merwyn during the fight... I hope he is all right. Shall I send a message to Mordenkainen to ask for help?"
"NOO! Brother!"
"Well, that was difficult."
"Do any of you possess the ability to conceal Krynn? Or else to disguise us all as some of the denizens we've seen already? We are mighty, but Self fears that if we have to fight our way through the entire city, even Self could be overwhelmed, over time."
"I... apologize. Perhaps if I had a way to hide as you did, we could have avoided those fights," The white-haired elf says. "Among my people, use of magic in general is looked down upon and considered dishonorable. As a wyred, what you would condiser a slave of sorts, I am granted some leeway in its usage. However, deception magic is something most of us would never consider learning or using, myself included."
"Of course," he adds, with a slight grin. "If someone else were to use it on me instead, in a moment I was... say, caught completely off-gaurd by such an unthinkably dispicable act, that wouldn't be my fault, now would it?"
He looks around and frowns. "It seems we lost Merwyn during the fight... I hope he is all right. Shall I send a message to Mordenkainen to ask for help?"
The base of the stairs below the Gul'thang Guild House, the small fortress through which the archmage Mordenkainen's company of adventurer's had just fought, opens onto a cavern and a tunnel that appears to extend eastward, towards the center of the city of Sundaraman, where is located, according to the group's previous reconnaissance, the Great Slave Market. It is here that they may, at least initially, seek the vanished apprentice of the great arch wizard.
Eladithas effortlessly does a flip off the ledge and into the cavern further, stopping to get his bearing.
Rook will pause to see if others need assistance down. If so, he will let them sit on him and fly them down. If not, he'll continue to use his nomad's step to teleport down.
Rook will pause to see if others need assistance down. If so, he will let them sit on him and fly them down. If not, he'll continue to use his nomad's step to teleport down.
[dice=perception]1d20+41
Having learned his lesson very well, Krynn hangs back as Rook and Eladithas do the scouting, moving silently after them at 30 or so feet of distance, far enough to not hinder them but close enough to help should something go wrong.
Having learned his lesson very well, Krynn hangs back as Rook and Eladithas do the scouting, moving silently after them at 30 or so feet of distance, far enough to not hinder them but close enough to help should something go wrong.
The tunnel extends into darkness for as far as Rook can see. There are no traps or other obstacles in evidence. A faint gurgling, as if of a stream of water, can be detected in the distance -- the subdued tingling reverberates off the walls of the tunnel, producing a ricocheting echo.
I will continue to move forward, searching for traps.
Eladithas motions for others to follow, as the elf godling keeps pace behind the floating construct.
Having learned his lesson very well, Krynn hangs back as Rook and Eladithas do the scouting, moving silently after them at 30 or so feet of distance, far enough to not hinder them but close enough to help should something go wrong.
Having learned his lesson very well, Krynn hangs back as Rook and Eladithas do the scouting, moving silently after them at 30 or so feet of distance, far enough to not hinder them but close enough to help should something go wrong.
A portal opens and a elegant and refined looking women enters through it.
She seems to be an unusual mixture of Aasimar and perhaps half Succubus, and holds a modern looking rifle with a Bayonett, surrounded by a considerable variety of magical auras.
Greetings, Mordenkhainen implied that you are in need of a degree of violence based support capable assistance? It is not unprecedented for those of your alignment to avail themselfs of Alyushinyrras mercenary guilds for this. While you may have totally sane reasons to doubt my allegiance, my dear Lady in Shadows has recently been called "Big-Boned-Bat-Barbie" be a certain not-even-insect with amusing pretension of relevance.
She looks at the party, as if trying to guess who has which buff spells on, and then begins casting heroism on anyone who does not have it on them yet.
You can call me Liliya good Sirs, I am reasonably hard to hit, effectively fight at a distance and am a bit akin to a bard in terms of additional support.
An extremely handsome male elf walks out of the gloom to introduce himself.
"Greetings and welcome, Liliya." The ebon-haired elf said with a bow. "I am Eladithas Starchild. Your help has come at at most opportune time." The handsome elf offers his hand. "How much have you been told of the present situation?"
I will continue to move forward, searching for traps.
[dice=perception]1d20 + 41
The twisting caverns continue for several hundred feet -- the tunnel continues with approximately the same size and dimensions. The sound of the gurgling water gradually increases, the rising burble managing to be somehow ominous. After a considerable distance, the tunnel widens into a larger chamber that contains a following stream that runs perpendicular to the main tunnel through which you have just progressed. The floor and lower walls of the cavern around the river are slick with algae and seemingly permanently darkened by the damp. The flow of the underground river produces a rush of wind which is slightly chilly. The torrents are fast. The dark water is approximately fifteen feet in breadth. Slender stone bridge, wide enough only for only humanoid of an ordinary size to cross, fords the dark water.
A portal opens and a elegant and refined looking women enters through it.
Another elf of sorts turns around sharply as Lily appears, his hand reaching towards one of a pair of exotic curved blades sheathed on his belt.
He was in extremely good physical shape, lithe and fit, and almost but not entirely as handsome as his kindred, Eladithas. Perhaps it were his unusual, tribal-like tattoos displayed prominently on his face, his greyed out, cloudy eyes, or the odd welded-shut gauntlet that hung off a necklace around his neck, giving the other elf the edge.
Still, there was something about the way he moved, as if he flowed from one motion into the next, that was entrancing. As if every single moment was carefully considered and then executed to deadly perfection.
His attire and weapons (see profile for an image) marks him as a high-ranking military figure of the elven nation of Tromek from the far-east. They have an unusual, samurai-like society usually closed from outsiders. The hirglaif blades he uses are a closely guarded secret, for one, and the facial tattoos mark his place in society. Though his appear a bit... messy, as if the one applying them was confused on the issue himself.
Finally, the welded-gauntlet completed the image. Displayed so prominently, you can only assume this man is Krynn, the right hand of the Divine, the spiritual leader of the Tromek elves. Krynn killed the traitor Garwina at the end of a recent Tromek civil war. The gauntlet, which he wears as a pendant, is rumored to contain the last bit of her physical essence. Why he does so, no one knows.
Krynn relaxes slightly when Liliya appears to be alone and doesn't attack, then slowly raises himself back up fully when she drops Mordenkainen's name. He looks as if he would have introduced himself, however...
"...While you may have totally sane reasons to doubt my allegiance, my dear Lady in Shadows has recently been called "Big-Boned-Bat-Barbie" be a certain not-even-insect with amusing pretension of relevance."
"Ah... well-met, Angen. Though, I confess I do gleam any meaning from those words," he admits, confused, and looking at the succubus (?) for some kind of further explanation.
Krynn, seeing the water, frowns and concentrates momentarily. A pair of spectral wings form from his shoulderpads and carry him off the ground. He floats up a to try and gaze down upon the water from his elevated position. "Does anyone know anything regarding odd waters or rivers found in this region?" he asks the scholars with them.
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As far as my contract information goes
Liliya opens a strange device and reads out loud.
Troll the hell out of the She-Spider b&**#, ideally in a humiliating fashion, make he inane stupid and childish plans for planar conquest fall harder then the average meteor and look fabulous while you do that. P.S. Tell Mordenkhainen I said Hi.
These mythic more or less mortal mythic murder hobos
She pushes another button on the device that shows images of the heroes.
Are the group you are to support, now go forth, smash the servants of the so called queen of chaos, humiliate them and waylay their plans. Signed, Nocticula, Lady in Shadow
Honestly, as far as Mission briefings from her goes, she is surprisingly straightforward. As to what I am, I used to be a Succubus, then I shot a Malebranche in the face as that prick was doing a ritual to adjoin the world he was trying to conquer to hell, rampant magical and divine energy happened and I was suddenly an Aasimar. It has some good points, I can actually get drunk now.
Oh, She is a Succubus specializing in recruiting humans to serve Nocticula in life, frequently letting them go!
She focused her recruitment efforts on war torn planes, where Alyushinyrra looks like a pretty reasonable alternative.
She also engaged in Diplomacy on her behalf, Particularly with Pharasmin authorities concerning individual souls.
If summoned, she prefered gifts of knowledge, and was disdainfull of gifts of newborns or virgins, unless the virgin in question was a great inventor.
While she has corrupted and recruited less souls then many of her peers, those she did recruit came willingly, and frequently offered talents not usually found in Nocticulas armies and agents
Was rumored to have fallen and/or went native in an event called "Great Patriotic War" on a material plane called Earth. Proved this rumors wrong when she marched back into her meanwhile occupied estate, leading a crack force of mortal veterans in a brutal assault against those who opted to occupy her holding in her absence. Is now apparently an Aasimar.
Queen of Pain Dolaras has issued her major favor for her head, whatever she did on earth really must have pissed off hell.
"Pleased to meet you. It seems you've had quite an interesting life. I am Rook. My abilities are in psychic power and teleportation. "
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Her estates in Alyushinnyrra are heavily guarded by extremely pragmatic mortal veterans of the great patriotic war, backed up by hired mages to counteract teleportation shenangians. The last idiots who tried to teleport raid it found themselfs shunted into cold Iron Barbed wire.
An arrangement between her and Shamira exists, with Liliyashanina essentially running the booze and modern armaments sections of Alyushinyrras massive black market, while Shamira directly controls the rest, especially the Slave and drug trade. The two are on relatively good terms.
Liliya does pay a degree of tribute and protection money to Shamira for her business interests, the two cooperated effectively against a Hastur hating cult that tried to perform the King in Yellow in Alyushinyrra, with the aim of getting Hastur killed by Nocticula and Alyushinyrra invading Carcosa, however, both Shamira and Liliyashanina decided that all out war between an Outer God and a Demon Lord on their turf would have rather deleterious effects on local property values, and succesfully conspired to plane shift the theatre stage to Dis at an opportune moment. Which is incidentially the actual reason why both Doloras and Dispater hate Liliya.
"Ah... so it *is* you. Rumors reached even the far corners of the world of a former succubus leading a band of advanced-weapon users on exotic planes of existence," Krynn reponds.
He looks her up and down and grins slightly. "You certainly look the part on both accounts."
Performing a formal bow, he introduces himself next. "I am Krynn, of the Wyred. Sword of the Divine. My talents lie in Iajitsu, striking many enemies quikly and decisively from the sheathed position. Though, I am mainly a healer, even if I might not appear as such. Should you wish it, I would grant you the same blessing the others have."
- +21 untyped AC bonus against critical hit confirmation rolls.'
-You get a +4 morale bonus on saves vs death effects, can make a saving throw against instant death effects even if otherwise not allowed, and are immune to energy drain and ability damage unless you afflict those on yourself.
-Everyone always knows exactly where everyone else is, how injured they are and which status conditions and special afflictions are on them.
-As a free action, he can split the damage of an incoming damage attack between two party members.
-The first time you drop below half hit points, you are automatically healed by Krynn's cure effect per contingent spell. It heals for 5d8+95, grants a +5 luck bonus to all die rolls for 1 round, cures you of most status conditions and acts as breath of life which can resurrect you if you died less than 7 rounds ago.
-Everyone has the Lookout, Paired opportunist's and outflank teamwork feats as bonus feats.
-Everyone can, when rolling initiative, use one of Krynn's three rolled d20 dice (using their own modifyers) instead of their own die.
-Everyone can, at any time, use a point from his momentum pool of 26 to add 1d6 to a skill check or ability check or gain a +8 bonus to a combat maneuver check.
The water of the subterranean river continues to gurgle slightly ominously as it reverberates against the walls of the cavern.
As she was making pleaseant conversation, she intuitively begins to inspire her new comrades at the start of combat even if she in unaware of any actual hostiles yet.
+4 morale to Dex
+4 Dodge to AC, +8 vs Critical hits
+4 Dodge to reflex
1 extra AoO agains actions that would not normally provoke
Yay for dodge bonuses!
Just in case, AoOs.
Damage calculation:
I am gladly availing myself of that 41 in this case :)
I'll go with the 41 as well.
One more and we have the answer to everything :)
Emerging from the darkness on the far side of the cavern is a hulking brute of knight. Glad in a pitch black armor that seems to absorb what little light there is, sickly green flames seem to leap about it. It's only weapon is a massive gauntlet, though it also wields a shield. Red horns stick up from it's head, and it's face is completely covered in steel.
for
The Dark Knight goes on a 32.
However, a single arrow, barely seen, slices through the dead air, aimed at Eladithas
Haha nope
As a swift action, taps her rifle with some extra magical energy.
As a free action, she expends another use of her mythic power via amazing iniative to perform a startling shot on the adversary.
Startling Shot (Ex): At 7th level, a gunslinger with least 1 grit point can spend a standard action to purposely miss a creature that she could normally hit with a firearm attack. When she does, that creature becomes flat-footed until the start of its next turn.
Making it flat footed, until the beginning of its actual turn. How convient that for Krynn ability to essentially make all of the party go on her initiative!
She then unloads a full barrage unto the enemy.
Hitting vs his flat footed touch AC.
Some AoOs just in case
Given that the archer appears to be difficult to spot even with his expanded perceptions, he decides to remedy this.
Unfortunately, Eladithas is too far away for krynn to intercept the arrow from the unknown assailant. He instead looks at the death knight and nods. "To an honorable duel, Angen."
He focuses momentarily, then everyone in the group speeds up dramatically! Afterwards, he darts forward and strikes from the air. As he does, a keen sense of tactics seems to install itself in the group.
Eladithas breathes out in pain. The elf luckbringer uses [i]Ill-Fortune (Su) against the armored foe.
Ill-fortune (Su): You impart a streak of bad luck on the target. Any actions the target takes in the next round have a 50% chance of failing. A successful Will saves (DC 10 + ½ the luckbringer’s class level + her Charisma modifier) negates this effect.
Hmm, some religious figure?
Liliya attempts to identify what she is shooting at.
Meanwhile, during the fighting, Krynn also tries to discern something about this mysterious, plate-clad attacker...
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You are forgetting the +10 from Liliyas tears to wine booze, assuming you took a dip.
This is a Dread Graveknight, a much more powerful version of a graveknight who has likely existed for centuries, conquering many nations and decimating whole armies.
This is also a half fiend, as such, you know it has some elemental resistance, and it can smite good.
Graveknights have an elemental affinity, tied to their life, or in some cases death. They are immune to that element. Judging by the green flames, it's safe to assume this one's affinity is fire.
Before you hovers a ghostly dark orc, with two flickering pinpoints of light where its eyes should be.
This is a dread wraith sovereign, ancient and evil beyond measure. It often holds court over a host of undead, both those it created and those that bowed to its rule.
In addition to normal undead immunities, a dread wraith sovereign is immune to cold, and can easily shrug off the spells of lesser casters.
A dread wraith sovereign’s incorporeal touch attack deals 1d8 points of Constitution drain unless the creature struck succeeds on a Fortitude save.
A dread wraith sovereign is not powerless in natural daylight and does not flee from it like a normal wraith does, but it does take a –4 penalty on all attack rolls, checks, and saves when in natural sunlight (but not within the radius of a daylight spell).
A dread wraith sovereign’s incorporeal touch attack deals 1d8 points of Constitution drain unless the creature struck succeeds on a Fortitude save. Additionally, Any damage dealt by the dread wraith sovereign’s natural attacks ignores damage reduction.
Normally, a dread wraith sovereign is unable to wield weapons. That this one can should be a great concern.