"I told you!" yells 322 gleefully. "I told you that you were going to die!"
322 dances around his dead body with the lantern, collecting his essence in the metal-wrought container.
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Aram Zey wasn't that bad for me. There was one of my PFS characters who disliked some female VC, but I can't remember who the VC was.
322 unleashes her scroll on the pain-in-the-ass next to her. "Time to die, Zey!" she yells with venom in her voice.
322 will draw a dagger in her hand after trying to kill Zey. "Shohiraj, use this as a distraction!" she commands the rogue.
"Mwahaha! Face the wrath of the Dark Tapestry and the Aspis, Pathfinders!" yells a pink-haired woman before she disappears in a flash.
322, sure that this is the real thing, unfurls her scroll and slams her hand down on it. Her voice takes on a somber tone as her hand becomes coated in darkness.
As she tries to pull the darkness from the page, the runes harden and she can't quite pull the spell from the page. "Blast!" she yells before just running past Aram Zey into the room.
322 easily overcomes the spell as she readies her scroll, but first she tries to determine if this is the actual Aram Zey.
322 hangs her head in shame. "Even the newest of Pathfinders comes prepared with something to heal themselves. No wonder they have been getting the best of us in the past few years."
322 sighs as her teammates clearly came unprepared. "You owe me." she says as she lays her devilish power into Rataji, healing most of his wounds.
322 pulls a long stick of birch from her pack and casually taps it upon her skin, healing her burns and electrical scorches. "We need to end this. Let's kill him and be done with it." 322 reasons, readying a scroll as she edges back up to the door.
322 snaps her tongue in displeasure as her comrades fall to pieces from a few spells. She throws the other door shut and slams the flat of her hand on Shohiraj's chest, imbuing the woman with a dark energy that seems to repair her wounds. "Don't die before we kill him. You can die after, however." 322 says grimly.
GM:
I guess I don't understand the Will disbelief party of the spell then. Doesn't that mean I realize it is an illusion and it can no longer harm me? What is the point of disbelieving if I can't attack it (it isn't a creature) or it isn't real? This is mostly because I have no idea what to do. -Posted with Wayfinder
"It is an illusion! Probably a Programmed Image. Thoughts? " 322 yells before taking the brunt of the fire snake.
She retreats to behind the door, hanging on with a barest of health.
She quickly casts a healing spell to keep herself upright.
322 avoids some of the blast of electricity and tries to work her own magic in response. "You will die here today, Zey. I will take your soul and make it mine." she says grimly as she waits for him to cast another spell. Ready Action: 322 will counterspell the next spell cast by the Master of Spells.
322 follows dutifully. "At least they will strike down this blasted party for us. Who cares if they come after the Consortium next as long as the Society is in shambles..."
The pink-haired Aspis agent ushers up Rataji in the best Aspis way possible, a swift push with her foot on his rear end. She then follows it up with a step back to join Rohiraj.
322 stands by silently. Send their minds into the darkest reaches of space!
322 creeps closer with the aid of the Dark Tapestry, trying to discern what these Pathfinders speak of.
While in the Archives, 322 will hunt for any persons or large creations from which to start her miniature revolution. "Off to see the Master... The wonderful Master Zey... He really is going to be dead, whichever way..." she sings to herself as she moves about the area.
Is each weapon special or is it just a flavorful description of a +2 Vicious weapon? If the former, what do the scythe and mace do, since Marnarius chose the longsword?
322 feels angered by the perfection found in the supple muscles and scales of the foo lizards. She scowls as she summons a foul substance to her hands. She moves up to the foo lizard and tries to apply the coagulant to its flesh, hoping to disfigure the creature beyond recognition.
322 casts her spell and quickly draws a knife at the behest of Shohiraj. "If you insist..."
I got four daggers for ya! I could let you have them or 322 can use them for 1d4+2 damage! 322 has very thematic spells, but lacks good, no save options. Especially for a caster with good Dex and Str, she has 0 no-save Touch Attacks to make the most of her low DCs and high +hit. Frustrating when looking at her kit to think that most monsters have a 50% chance to resist her spells, thus making her waste her actions and resources for nothing.
Growing tired of these games, 322 decides to blast the room with Bane hoping to weaken the enemies before they can harm her compatriots farther.
I don't even think my character was built with a purpose in mind. 14 strength and 14 dexterity with only 18 Charisma by level 7. Her DCs for spells are pretty bad. :( And that's mostly what she's got to play with. They also really messed up her point buy. Essentially, they spent more on Charisma in the point buy, then used her 4th level bonus on either Strength or Constitution to even out the score. :(
322 ponders why her mental manipulations didn't work. Maybe my connection to the darkness isn't as strong as I thought...
322 sees the chamelons flanking her and takes a step back into the hallway, to avoid their teeth. She targets the rear foo lizard with her gift, probing its mind with his dark thoughts. باطل میں اپنے آپ کو کھونا. she whispers into its mindspace.
"We should hurry. Aram Zey might be around any corner..." she mutters, hoping for the chance to face the legendary spellcaster.
322 floats down from the dais, sour that the grouping of Pathfinders was too much. Perhaps another opportunity will present itself... --- Once the guards leave their post, 322 will deftly move with the group through the door, choosing to stay in the middle of the pack. "That seems to work too..."
322 tries to discretely attach the conduit to the statue, hoping that her ploy might work with these simpletons. --- 322 meekly follows the party towards the guards and offers that she might be of help to lure them away, if you can slip in unnoticed. "We might... umm... drag them over here to be handled by the rougher of this lot." she says with a head nod towards the gnome. "Or perhaps you can sneak in while I distract them."
322 stands on the platform and speaks of how the statue of Durvin Gest came to her in a dream. "My visions have shown that what Durvin Gest has started. This... Here..." she says with a wave at the group. "It will be continued by the brave people here and he would be proud of your accomplishments." She turns away from the crowd and kneels at the base of the statue, her giant shadowy wings folded behind her, blocking her partially from view. "We should honor what he has started... Perhaps we close our eyes, give a moment of a silence for all that have been lost to the cause." she asks of the crowd.
Oh. She came to help me... 322 thinks offhandedly, a bit surprised that another Aspis agent would think to aid her of their own free will. No one ever helps me...
322 looks up at the statue and a shimmering cloak of darkness envelops her as she floats up towards the statue, she tries to hide herself from the crowds around her by hiding in the shadow of the stone giant. The darkness turns into giant wings that erupt from her back and carry her to the pedestal as she tries to apply the conduit.
I am leaving for vacation to North Carolina tomorrow evening and I will be gone until the 4th of October. I should still be able to update every day, but some days might prove inconsistent.
Statue near Skyreach... 322 murmurs over and over in her head. Is that suitable, I wonder. She will wander that way to inspect the statue after nodding in agreement with Shohiraj's words. "Meet here if possible." She speaks little with the Pathfinders, but picks up bits and pieces of the local chatter. I should poison the kegs to rid ourselves of most of the weaker Pathfinders, but Zey is the one who needs to be erased... she thinks as she passes by the festivities.
322 decides to wander around the party, examining the celebrations and such. She sees a table of foodstuffs and fills her wooden bowl with strawberries and a single apricot. GM: I will be searching for an appropriate receptacle for my first mission, though I'm not quite sure what that would be. Something "grand" to animate.
"..." 322 stares off into the distance as Rataji and the rest talk. Once they start moving, she will follow.
"..." 322 stares at the small redhead impassively, the numerosity of the cosmos travels through her mind. |