"Well. At least there is water. Hopefully we can drink it", Davod sighs. The suli goes close to the water to investigate.
Vivi brought nothing but her complete gear, as well as the tome she was studying.
Plane shift? probably? Maybe? I have actually been off plane yet.
Also, our big boys and girls are gone she says as she notices Aukans and Alexandrias
She draws her blade. And casts an incantantation.
I am picking up 4 magic auras, be on your guard, where there is loot there are threats!
Following her magical divinations, Tiesa rummages around like a beachcomber, slowly gathering a random array of found objects that she displays to the others. “These all radiate magic—though I’m not yet sure why.” She points to a pink, hand-sized conch shell; a small silver-backed mirror with a silver handle; a red- and orange-tinted shard of glass; and a weedy-looking plant. With all four items exposed, she takes her time to carefully examine them all.
Vivi escorts Tiesa being within 5 feet of her as she goes around investigating.
Grim frowned as he approached the thing that had attracted his attention.
"What is this?" He wondered aloud, staring hard at the object on the ground.
"There is a bare hint of the taint of evil here." He explained.
The object of his attention was mostly covered with sand. You can only see a two inch black blade of either a sword or knife poking out of the sand.
Grim picked up a branch and carefully brushed the sand aside, revealing more of what the blade is.
Tasting the water you find it not salty at all and refreshing.
Grim finds a one sided short sword, with a metal hand brace. The whole thing is solid black.
Shell of Sending
Source Pathfinder #124: City in the Deep pg. 56
Aura moderate evocation; CL 7th
Slot none; Price 12,200 gp; Weight —
Description
This conch shell measures only a few inches long and shimmers with a delicate pink color. Shells of sending always come in pairs, with each shell attuned to the other. If pairs are mixed up or lost, a shell of sending can be attuned to a new shell of sending in a process that takes 24 hours.
Once per day, anyone holding a shell of sending can whisper up to 25 words into the shell. The sender’s words emerge from the second shell, audible to anyone holding the attuned shell, as long as the receiver is on the same plane of existence. If the receiver wishes, she can send a return message of up to 25 words.
Anyone eavesdropping on either sender or receiver must attempt a DC 14 Will saving throw. On a success, an eavesdropper can hear the speakers normally. On a failure, the speakers seem to be relaying gibberish and nonsense words to each other. Creatures who fail this saving throw by 5 or more are deafened for 1d4 minutes.
Construction
Requirements Craft Wondrous Item, sending; Cost 6,100 gp
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Spellcraft-mirror: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
Loathsome Mirror
Source Ultimate Equipment pg. 308
Aura faint enchantment; CL 5th
Slot none; Price 9,000 gp; Weight 10 lbs.
Description
This buckler-sized mirror magnifies flaws and faults, presenting the least appealing image of any creature reflected in it. The mirror must be held in one hand to function. As a standard action three times per day, the bearer of the mirror can project a reflection onto the creature that produced it, making them appear utterly loathsome to all onlookers. The subject must be within 30 feet of the mirror, and must be able to see the mirror to be affected. For the next 5 rounds any creature attempting to target the subject with a beneficial spell or effect must make a DC 14 Will save. On a failure, the creature must choose a new subject for the spell or effect is wasted. Once a creature succeeds on this saving throw, it can target the subject normally for the remainder of the mirror’s effect’s duration.
Construction
Requirements Craft Wondrous Item, unadulterated loathing (Ultimate Magic); Cost 4,500 gp
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Spellcraft-glass: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
You know this item has two abilities, first it seems to be able to summon someone that it is attuned too. Secondly, if you have produce flame cast into it, it will transform into:
Koriana's Blade
Source Pathfinder #128: Songbird, Scion, Saboteur pg. 79
Introduced In Pathfinder #128: Songbird, Scion, Saboteur; Suitable For PCs of 4th-6th level
Aura strong abjuration
Slot none; CL 17th
Weight 4 lbs.
When the brave knight-commander Koriana of Zimar fell within the ranks of the Fifth Army of Exploration, her remains were returned home—along with her sundered steel shield. Her brother Tadric, distraught, focused only on creating a fitting legacy for Koriana’s daughter. Devoting himself to the study of metalcraft and magical crafting, he eventually turned a shard of his sister’s shield into a protective longsword. Though records indicate that Tadric’s niece took up the sword and joined the military, her full tale and the blade’s fate were lost to history. Rumors that she went into clandestine service for the royal family still circulate.
Koriana’s Blade is a +2 defending longsword. It’s strangely curved, betraying its origins, and has five gemstones in its pommel. Four are broken, but the white gem in the center is intact. Once per day, the wielder can trigger this gemstone as an immediate action to absorb and negate all darts targeting her from a magic missile spell.
When the wielder transfers at least 1 point of the weapon’s enhancement bonus to her AC using the defending special ability, she also chooses one creature other than herself within 10 feet to gain a +1 bonus to AC until the wielder’s next turn. This bonus is always +1, regardless of how much of the weapon’s bonus the wielder transfers to her AC.
First Triumph: One of the gemstones on the sword’s pommel (determined randomly) repairs itself. Once repaired, a gem can be activated as an immediate action once per day to make the sword’s wielder immune to a single effect of a particular type, as described below, just before she would be affected by it. She must choose to activate the gem before attempting any save or other defense against the effect. The black gem protects against negative energy, the red gem protects against fire effects,the pink gem protects against mind-affecting effects, and the green gem protects against poison effects.
Second Triumph: Koriana’s Blade is a +3 defending longsword. Another randomly chosen gem repairs itself.
Third Triumph: Another randomly chosen gem repairs itself. The wielder of the sword gains a +1 insight bonus on all saving throws against effects of any type corresponding to one of the sword’s functioning gems.
Fourth Triumph: Koriana’s Blade is a +4 defending longsword. The final gem repairs itself.
Know Arcana-plant: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Spellcraft-plant: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
It is a spell thistle a kind of magical plant used to enlarge stinking could. There are other uses for it but that is the main reason.
After deciphering the properties of all four magical items she shares what she knows with her companions. “I’ve no idea who has the second shell, but should we risk speakin’ into the conch, in the hopes that whoever’s on the other side is friendly?” The toe of her boot nudges the colored glass. “Same here—it should be able to summon someone it’s attuned to. Pity none of us can cast ‘Produce Flame’—it would grow into a mighty weapon indeed.”
She wanders over next to Grim and eyes the sword.
“Strange,” her brow wrinkles with confusion. “I don’t sense any magic, but this is a legacy item, one that will grow in power as it’s wielded. If it’s evil, we’re best off burying it again.”
I have heard of things called black blades, mysterious stuff for Magus like spell swords. Could it be one of those? She pauses
Thing is, the one Black Blade magus I know, definitly Pharasmin influenced. Doubt his blade would have pinged as evil.
I am personally using a 2 handed weapons, but it could be good on our sneaky types?
Davod quickly drinks more than his fill of fresh water, then starts to refill his waterskin, when Varvara's voice peaks his ears.
"What was that about a thief's weapon?"
I spy with my little eye
a shot black sword quite spry
in this place rather dry
it will hopefully make the bad guys cry
In this very strange wild land
it is in our pallys hand
hopefully there wont bee needs
for some party splitting deeds
She chuckles
And now I shall stop my poetry before you all get feebleminded from how bad it is. It is best if I save my poetic energy to crush the will to live of some enemy bard or something.
Davod makes his way over to the half-buried blade pointed out by Varvara.
"She fights and can perform poetry. Careful, Mighty Miss Vladimirorva. I am but a simply man. Perhaps too simply to resist thy outlander charms", Davod smirked roguishly.
I am not sure if you want to encounter my leauge of evil unpleseant exes. I mean, Ragnar is dedded now, so there is an Erinye, a Succubus, although both of these were in my brain not in my bed, currently I have a Valkyrie riding around, I dont actually know what she thinks of
The oracle stops as her eyes suddenly glow with a golden light
She says, almost shouts with a quite different voice.
Vivis eyes stop glowing.
Ok, could have been worse. Seriously, the Succubus was trying to get me laid with literally everything and the Erinye was the total opposite. There is a creepy f*&+ who was turned on by the Erinye detailing what she would do to him if he didnt bugger off, an elfen "totally not red mantis assassin" and the obligatory Paladin who tried to redeem me. He is from one of the virginity orders, so I dont actually know if he technically counts as an Ex.
She continues in her normal voice as if nothing happened.
At first, the rogue was taken aback, then Davod began to chuckle.
"Interesting. A one-woman orgy. Perhaps when we are out of this frying pan, I may show you my fire"
To accentuate the point, the suli's arms momentarily burst into flame before snuffing themselves out.
The suli thief leans down near the half-buried blade, extending his hand to it's grip. "Hello, Dark One. I am Davod Mohidoon. Let us make an accord." Davod's hand grasps the grip.
As Davod takes hold of the dark blades handle it begins to radiate heat and a purple miasma begins to emit from the blade.
You notice a few reptiallian heads skimming just under the water. Their eyes poke out like a crocodile. It is about 40 feet out.
"I serve Desna, Queen of Dreams. And I will not forsake her!" Davod shouts. "I have no sacrifice! I am a poor thief and pickpocket. I don't have anything to sacrifice!! Everything I ever gotten in life, I've had to take or barter!! Right now, you are stuck in the sand of a former genie trap! And that is where you will stay, unless you throw your lot in with me!!"
Then there is another voice, it is gentle and feminine and yet stronger than the whispers as a whole, "How do you serve the Queen of Dreams?"
The whispers continue, "You have much to give. Your blood, pain, color of hair, strength, grace, health, intelligence, wisdom, or charisma. Without sacrifice or faith, a bond cannot be made."
"You want the color of my hair? It's yours if it will make the accord", Davod answered non-plussed. "I'll give you the hair on my head if you wish."
Then there is another voice, it is gentle and feminine and yet stronger than the whispers as a whole, "How do you serve the Queen of Dreams?"
"I am her servant, m'lady", Davod said with a bow. "She gives me rest and relief from a horrible world. Full of Treachery, Cruelty, and Want. Desna gives me good dreams to soothe my mind, or dreams laced with Wisdom to help me in ways I did not know I needed. She is also the Goddess of Luck; something a no-good thief like myself needs to survive! And occasionally thrive! It is my hope to die in my sleep; then when I leave this mortal coil and stand before Pharasma, that I might first visit Desna's realm one last time. I have never met Desna, but she has impacted my life like no other. And so, her servant."
Vivi hears Davud loudly proclaim his Desnan faith.
Desna is serious business, there are rumors that, when she doublekilled the demon lord Aolar for f~&~ing around, Lady Nocticula nearly became collateral damage because the Lady in Shadows was trying to kill Aolar at the same time as Desna was, and thus also got partly hit by whatever the star eyed Slayer unleashed on Aolar.
She pauses
I dont take contracts against Desnan interests, and anyone who does is dumber then me. She announces.
Aolar was a demonlord who sufficiently offended Desna that Desnar first blew up said demonlord on the material plane, and then, on her own, teleported into the Abyss and devastated Aolars plane, killing the demonlord permanently in the process.
Star-eyed Slayer is how demons, or people who took, voluntary or not, religious or planar lessons from demons, would refer to Desna. It is not intended to be rude, Desna is one of the few things that scare Demons, or at least smart demons.
Grim backed away from the heat and purple miasma, hefting the Gavel of Abadar.
"Davod? Are you all right there?" He asked warily.
He Detect Evil at a glance on Davod now.
With your proclamation:
The short sword transforms into a starknife.
Shooting Starknife
Aura faint illusion and transmutation CL 5th
Slot none; Price 7,724 gp; Weight 3 lbs.
Description
This bright +1 starknife is engraved with a beautiful moth icon. When wielded, it leaves a trail of harmless starry motes that shed light as a candle in any squares the wielder occupies or moves through. These motes last for 1 round before fading away. Once per day, the wielder can speak a command word to use jump (with a +20 bonus), but this effect immediately ends if the wielder loses its grasp on the weapon. Additionally, once per day the wielder can use it to fire a blast of motes, with the same effect as color spray.
The suli gathers all his strength, taking a big inbreath and shouts at the top of his lungs...
Tears form at the corner of Davod's eyes,
Then taking a big inbreath and shouts at the top of his lungs...
With his proclamation the short sword transforms into a starknife. This bright white bladed starknife is engraved with a beautiful moth icon. When wielded, it leaves a trail of harmless starry motes that shed light as a candle in any squares the wielder occupies or moves through. The handle is wrapped in dyed blue leather.
"Davod? Are you all right there?" He asked warily.
The void is gone. Davod stands where we was when he touched the black blade, only to have it be replaced with a shining jewel of a starknife. Starry motes drift off it's surface.
"I..I spoke to her.." Davod spoke shakily.
Desna has an interest in you? Cool, you are maybe worth flirting with.
The oracle smiles.
I would otherwise keep the connection a bit under wraps, you see, only idiots oppose Desna, but the Abyss in particular is full of them, and a sizeable subset of these idiots would see it as a proof of whatever they regard as courage to mess with Desnans.
She chuckles a bit as she says this.
Still in awe of what happened, Davod nods, "I shall keep that under advisement."
Choosing to not interfere, Tiesa quietly observes everything from a distance. From time to time she glances at Grim, as if trusting his ability to tell right from wrong to dictate whether they should interfere. Only when the rogue shouts and the blade transforms does she step forward, her eyes glowing with magic.
“I’m hoping we won’t have ta visit the Abyss any time soon,” she grins at Vivi before giving Davod a more serious look. “You spoke with Desna? How'd ya know it was her?” The half-orc eyes the starknife, wondering if its existence is sufficient proof. “What’s your history wit' Desna anyway? Were you a priest of hers?” The wizard seems a bit suspicious that the goddess would speak directly to an ordinary mortal, especially through a weapon tainted with evil.
I hope so too, we are far to green for even the nicest parts of it.
"Well, she addressed herself as such..somewhat.." Davod looked out into the distances, putting together the pieces.
"I mean, she did this!" The thief holds up the starknife.
"I am not a former priest of Desna. If I was, I would surely be dressed in better dinery", the suli motioned to his apparel. "I'm just a worshipper. I found about Desna as a boy. Figured she was a good god to follow. And was." Davod chuckled. "I am no righteous holy man, Tiesa."
“Glad to hear it,” the half-orc chuckles as she eyes the weapon. “Well, I s’pose the starknife is proof enough that she’s taken a shine to you. I might have to start worshipping her too.”
Tiesa turns and gazes down the beach. “Shall we investigate that small stone hut now? With stealth, or a straightforward approach?”
Information is ammunition, I am no longer as stealthy as I once was, but I doubt I give you away if I move 30 feet behind you.
I can create an obscuring mist, but it does not move with me, and a sudden mist cloud in a desert is likely the opposite of being inconspicious
The oracle offers.
"Allow me, ladies" Davod said as he put the starknife under his tunic.
"I am just a low-life thief, after all", the suli smiled at both ladies as he pulled the hood up on his cloak of elvenkind.
As Davod slips away a large hydra emerges from the lake/ocean. It's six mouths snap hungerly towards the group.
I dont think I can trip that, but maybe I can blind it!
BEHOLD BY RADIANT ABS! CONVENIENT FOR ME THAT YOU HAVE THAT MANY EYES!
Vivi casts burst of radiance, seeking to blind and perhaps damage the hydra, and only the hydra.
rounds
Tiesa gasps at the sight of the beast. Without the destructive magicks possessed by other wizards, the half-orc settles for aiding her allies instead. Stepping behind to the dwarf, she quickly lays a hand upon his shoulder. “Time to be a hero.”
"Still Davod, the feeling I get from that blade makes me unc..." Grim started, still frowning at the black blade.
Turning idly at the sound of splashing, he jerked in surprise, then wheeled about in a defensive posture, using Shield of Swings. [AC24]
"'WARE MY FRIENDS; A HYDRA!" He bellowed in warning.
Davod you can easily see the hydra as it charges the group, you are 60 feet from the group or 90 feet from the Hydra.
As the thief began his quiet stalking toward the hut, sounds of chaos erupt behind him. Davod turns his head to see a hydra rises from the waters, as various spells are cats by fellow party members.
"Well, my dear", the suli speaks as he takes out his gifted starknife. "Time to see how well you bite."
The thief double moves to return to the group.
Round 1
The hydra charges forward straight toward Grim. One of the heads takes the lead as it whips towards his shoulder.
Round 2
The hydra Likely continues to attack Grim but with all its heads.
Round 2
Davod closes the gap between himself and the hydra and slashes at the monstrosity.
Round 2
Grim wound up with Shield of Swings and power attack as he moved up to attack the Hydra with the Gavel of Abadar.
for a possible ()/2=8 bludgeoning damage.
Then gets hit once more out of many Hydra attacks.
Tiesa backs up away from the massive beast, draws her crossbow, and fires.
It does not appear that the creature took damage from the burst of radiance. Also it is not blinded.
Round 1
Round 2
The bolt hits home in the main body of the hydra as Grim's gavel comes down upon the creature. Davod goes for the flank and is able to stab just in the right place.
Round 3
The heads whip around and target different people, two go for Davod as the other three go for Grim.
vs. Davod
vs. Grim
Didnt get zapped so dont bother smiting!
Vivi shouts as she charges in, probably provoking an attack of opportunity
Should have made myself big instead
Tiesa grimaces as the hydra wreaks havoc on her companions. She knows that lopping off the heads will blunt its attack, but doing so is a high-risk tactic that is easier said than done. Recognizing that her quarrels, even if aimed perfectly, won’t do much damage against such an enormous beast, she alters her approach.
“Keep attackin’ the body! I’ll try ta blind it.” With her brow furrowed in concentration, she calls forth a black necromantic curse. “Eternal darkness!”
Round 3
Two of the hydra heads bit Davod vitally, the thief's clothes becoming crimson with blood. Fighting for his life, the suli repositions 5 fett and tries to drive his elysian gift deep into the monster.
Round 3
Grim swung wildly, using Shield of Swings to successfully fend off multiple attacks. Then he swung hard at the Hydra itself.
for a possible ()/2=7 bludgeoning damage.