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Ziua a venit, Caleacăutător! translation:
Your day has come, Pathfinder! 322 glowers at the Pathfinder wizard — or at least at his outline — and raises her hard, pointing a finger.
Aklo:
Let me introduce the embrace of the Dark Tapestry... A black tentacle snakes out, stretching across the room and wrapping itself around the wizard in the blink of an eye. The tendrils constrict as Aram Zey's face goes ashen for a moment, and then the darkness vanishes as quickly as it arrived. GM: 322 uses her interstellar void ability, dealing cold damage (DC 17 Fort for half).
322 glides into the room on her black wings, swooping toward the center of the room. She sees the figure in the middle of the room and points at it with unbridled fury. Ziua a venit, Caleacăutător!
My highest is a level 5. Can I assign it to him and just apply it once it's appropriate? Yep, works fine that way.
Chris Rathunde (a.k.a. thunderspirit, a.k.a 322)
322 will nod to Shirohaj in farewell as she joins the Tapestry army, then do the same to Gazwyr in welcome. Reaching the doors, 322 pulls a scroll from her backpack and clutches it in her hand as she whispers a word and the dark, translucent tentacles erupt from her mouth again, enveloping her in shadows. As Rataji casts haste, 322 sprouts her black tendril alien wings once more.
Yep. Dragon. :-) There's a reason I built my future Battle Herald with 3 levels of Brawler (Exemplar). Even giving up unarmed strike and maneuver training, martial flexibility is still pretty darn strong.
The elf eyes each of the delegates in turn as she speaks, uncharacteristically clear and direct. How long has this Pathfinder Society held you captive in this tapestry of theirs, without a passing thought to you and yours? No one has heard her talk like this since the first mention of Aram Zey. Longer still has this same Pathfinder Society murdered our friends and companions, all in the name of glory to their "collection." The time has come to collect our due...and payment shall come in their blood. Let your blades and claws and magic have its fill.
The elf smiles coldly as she hears the Pathfinder's neck snap. Aștept cu nerăbdare să auzim de gâtul Zey facem asta... She moves forward and casts a spell. În cazul în care au făcut acest lucru înainte. Aklo:
Want to hear Zey's neck do that... Should have done this before. GM, Rataji, DC 16 Spellcraft: 322 casts deathwatch.
322 targets Teladril with her Gift of Madness (DC 17 Will negates).
322 just stares at the blade until Marnarius takes it away. 322 nods to the Pathfinders on her way in, keeping silent but looking about the room...
322 moves to the other side of Zurnzal and stands staring at the blue chameleon, as though she were waiting for something. Readied action: When the blue chameleon is no longer confused, 322 will use gift of madness on it again (DC 17 Will negates).
I'm still here. I actually just got back from a con and was hoping to see the fight wrapped up. Ditto.
The elf pulls out a wand and taps the struggling half-orc without so much as a nod about him fighting for his life.
She does notice, however, that Zurnzal's wounds simply heal, without any additional effect. She looks curiously at the wand. A şi ceva... Aklo: Odd...
The elf steps forward and wordlessly takes out a dagger, attempting to help Jorilyn get free.
The elf darts past Rataji and Jorilynn, appearing behind Menarius and touching the slayer's arm like a feather while whispering a foreign word.
The wounds on Menarius' body erupt with thin, wiry strands of black, knitting the flesh together in disturbing fashion. Ca nouă, she whispers in his ear. Aklo: Good as new.
The elf does not even seem to notice the action going on around her, instead stepping a bit to her right and focusing on the green frilled lizard with a soothing voice. Cu siguranță știți că partenerul tău încearcă să-ți facă rău. Poate ar trebui să-i oprească înainte să ataca atunci te aștepți mai puțin. Aklo:
Surely you know that your companion seeks to do you harm. You should stop her before she attacks when you least expect it, perhaps.
Murderous command. DC 15 Will to negate.
No, I was saying that in case you needed this chronicle to qualify for the tier you signed up for. Which reminds me that I really should choose to whom I want to apply this, huh? LOL
Zurnzal continues to push his advantage and pins the chameleon to the ground, pounding it into submission with its tongue still lazingly wrapped about his waist.
With a distant look in her eyes, she almost seems to be admonishing the statue-creatures as she speaks. Chiar și cel mai credincios dintre noi trebuie să îndeplinească blestemul binefăcător noastre, uneori, - pe care nu le sunt diferite. Aklo:
Even the most faithful among us must meet the bane of our benefactor sometimes — you are no different. Her left hand seems to transform into a twisted, writhing vine of near-substantial black, and it races about the room with astonishing speed, wrapping itself about the legs of the statue-creatures before appearing to fade into their skin.
The elf glides past Jorilyn and Rataji with a distant look in her eyes, which she turns on the blue chameleon. In an odd monotone, the elf speaks in a strange tongue. Ceea ce am considerat a fi o dată darul de Desna acum știu să fie binecuvântarea întuneric Tapiserie. Poate veți găsi îmbrățișare său plăcut ca am... Aklo:
What I once thought to be the gift of Desna I now know to be the blessing of the Dark Tapestry. May you find its embrace as pleasing as I have... As her words pour forth, a vaporous black tendril slips from her forehead and snakes like a horrid alien tentacle toward the stony lizard, reaching toward the eyes to get inside the creature's head as it wraps about it.
322 fades into the shadows as though they were her only home.
Wait, the elf says just before the party is ready to enter Skyreach. She utters a strange word and translucent, inky tentacles pour forth from her mouth, enveloping her in shadows, obscuring her from clear view. Afterward, she says another, different strange word, and black tendrils sprout from her back, taking the shape of nightmarish, alien wings. Moving faster than you have ever seen her act, she alights atop the statue of Durvin Gest, fastening an object to it.
Almost as fast as they appeared, the wings vanish and she moves with alacrity toward the towers of Skyreach. Now.
note to GM: I've held off as long as I really could, but I'm running this myself soon and must prep it, so I've begun reading the scenario today. I will do my very best to separate player knowledge from PC knowledge.
That said, of course, I now have a clear idea of what I'm supposed to do with 322's trinket. I'd ask for some check to get a flash of inspiration, (and also see that I'll need to find a way to make the objectives clearer to my players).
I know Sior's got little ones, too, so I just presumed Real Life was taking its toll. (I certainly know how THAT is, LOL.) No worries, amigo.
That sucks. Sorry. Take whatever time you need. Real Life Comes First [tm].
"Le gasp! Someone should tell Aram Zey immediately!" A proper commotion is starting to unfold, though you doubt it is enough to be able to get you into Skyreach. The elf nods emphatically. Someone should tell him, yes! She looks about the room, then to Shohiraj and Jorilynn, then back to the speaker. I don't see him. Have you seen him lately? I will share this distressing news, if only I can find him...
Yes... the elf begins slowly, as if contemplating something. Then suddenly her eyes snap open and a steady stream of words pours forth. Perhaps their time in Isger has soured them to the Society, and they are goblin sympathizers now, eager to destroy the blasphemous written words of Aram Zey. And they have come here to exact their vengeance on Zey and the Society that sent them to humiliation. Almost as fast as the words come they cease, and the elf falls sullen and silent again.
The half-orc looks around the room, weighing each team member in his mind. ”I’d suggest the more social of us—which sure ain’t me—circulate to try to determine where Zay will be when we need to hit him as well as get a feel for if Zay is a good traitor. Or, if not, find out someone who might be.” ”Then I and whoever else is good at getting places without being seen—and especially someone with some ability to bypass locks and such—could try to find the best way for us to infiltrate during that speech.”
322 skulks about about looking for a suitable "fall guy"; Zurnzal's idea is appealing to her.
The elf, silent and vacant during most of Rataji's outline, comes out of her reverie at the mention of Aram Zey. That one can undo us, she says, her voice hollow and distant. We must remove him, and seal his essence in this. She holds aloft a lantern, of all things, as she finishes. Only then is our mission complete; Zey cannot thwart us if he is unable to return from Pharasma's realm.
Sitting lotus-type silently in the corner is an elf with a black-as-midnight-sky cloak drawn about her. Her face is easily visible through the cowl, but she seems to take no notice of anyone in the room. Her open eyes do not appear to focus on the room at all, isteaqd staring out into some nebuolous void only she can plumb. A fine dagger balances on her fingertip as she sits and stares. |