Airlon tries to target Rivereye with his elemental ray.
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Whispering: "That gnome is not Rivereye. The Resistance was compromised before we contacted you. We need to move fast! I can try casting Daze while the rest grapple and gag this traitor gnome, unless you have a better idea. We need answers and we need to get the hell out of town fast!"
For DM and Deitrich:
Spoiler:
Staying next to the fighter, Airlon whispers to Dietrich, "trap, not our contact, keep wary" For DM: Spoiler: Airlon will casually look around for anyone or thing lurking about and where the positions of any guards are. If we get to the second floor without mishap Airlon will feign shortness of breath and pain from an injury and will ask to halt for a moment to have Ellentara and Naria tend to him, at which time he will surreptitiously let them know our guide is not Rivereye. Will have Daze ready to go.
"Good sir, how would you propose we find a spooked weasel in all this chaos. It has probably done the sensible thing and scampered away to a safe hiding hole. Given the situation, you too should seek shelter. I am sure your weasel will turn up once things calm down."
"Great! Well, I suppose this is no time to be splitting up, but blast it all, hurry! I will not be captured, tortured, or inquisitioned in any way on the account of some pet! So, what does this Kiki look like and which direction did it sensibly run off in?"
"Ellentera, please hurry and keep safe. We will move on, before all is lost."
Perception Roll: 1d20=3
Airlon, trying to avoid the panicking crowd while helping his comrades also avoid getting hurt yells, "What in the nine hells is going on!"
Will save: 1d20+2=22
Airlon will lend his unimpressive physique to the effort.
Speaking softly: "Torrent, can you quickly check their parents and render any aid if possible. If nothing can help, we need to grab these kids and make a run to the rendezvous. We can't leave them here, but maybe the gnomes can help 'em."
"I agree with Torrent that we need to get to Rivereye quick and get out of town even quicker. Posing as guards once we are ready to leave has merit. If we can't get enough uniforms perhaps some can pose as prisoners, or maybe Rivereye or some other sympathetic magic wielders can provide some arcane disguises"
"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about. The bombs did that, not us. If the damned Ragesians hadn't taken out half our team you guys would be toast by now. Maybe it's not too late after all..." Without warning Airlon unleashes another electrical blast of energy at the thug who is speaking, hoping to catch him flatfooted. Ray = 1d20=20 +4 =24
"No one is taking my head or handing me over!"
When it is Airlon's turn he will cast Daze on the thug trying to whack Naria.
Airlon unleashes another electrical ray, this time at the thug threatening Naria. "Who else wants to get fried!" Ranged touch attack roll = 14+4-4=14
Free from the menace of the dog, Airlon unleashes the energy within him, shooting a ray of electrical energy at the thug attacking Torrent. Ranged Touch Attack 1d20=18+3+1(Point Blank Shot if it applies to rays)=22
Concentration Check = 1d20+4 = 15 If I didn't lose my spell I will attempt to smack the dog again with the Shocking Grasp. If I did lose the spell, I will grab my Rod of Hard Knocks (i.e. club) and attack that way instead. Attack Roll if applicable = 5. Doing great!
Airlon's eyes begin to glow with crackles of elemental arcane energies as fear and rage builds within him at the thought of being captured. Dropping his bow, he channels his energies into a shocking grasp attack and attempts to fry the dog.
Reflex Save 7+3=10, whew! Airlon will target the dog with his short bow. Attack Roll= 4+3(dex)+1(point blank shot)=8 Yelling, "We have to get out of here, fast!"
Perception Roll 9+2+11
After the door is slammed, Airlon casts Mage Armor on himself and nocks an arrow to shoot at the first hostile.
Missed my perception roll. Whispering: "I'll stay down here in case the roof isn't our only concern and cover the entrances, or our exit if we need an escape route. Can we kill the lights?" Airlon will move to put a wall behind his back with a clear line at the entrances and windows. If possible he will quietly tilt a table over to provide partial cover, having his bow ready; his silver-blue hair rising slightly as elemental arcane energies course through him.
"If my gnome friends aren't able to help us out, the only other option I can think of would involve testing the sewers for an exit. I am hoping someone has better options than that."
"I have spent several years with the gnome community here in Gate Pass and am welcome in their communities. The gnomes have not shared every secret with me, but I am sure they have ways in and out of the city, or at least know of them, and I believe they would be eager to help us in this task. I am Airlon, and the blood that flows through me will not abide the presence of Inquisitors. I must leave, and this Lyceum seems the perfect place for me to go if the Winds deign to sweep me along that path."
Airlon follows and in a soft voice expresses his concern as well.
"Indeed. It seems that our beloved city will become a dangerous place for the likes of me.
Airlon approaches without worry initially but as he catches sight of the others around the inn he instinctively readies the energies at his command. Continuing his approach he nods quietly to the others. Keeping an eye on the others, he glances sidelong at the posted note and frowns grimly at the implication.
My profile is up. I'll do some more tweaking soon. About Airlon Self-exiled from Shahalesti as the pressures of being "different" became too much for his family too bear. Found acceptance amongst the citizens of Gate Pass, especially within the gnome community. Eager to learn about his elemental heritage and where along the family tree this bloodline started. Very interested in the recent rumors surrounding Ragesian persecution of magic wielders and the existence of a school of magic to the south that may be able to help him understand and harness the energies that course through him. |