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Standing completely still, Alessia listens for any movement in the darkness.
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Standing completely still, Alessia listens for any movement in the darkness.
Alessia turns to look back at Justin for a moment, then begins descending the stairs, sword point scraping along the stonework.
The black rectangle… attracts her. It’s like a warm spot on a cold day for a human might be like. The rectangle is the perfect size for an outstretched palm, as if made to warm (or in this case to chill) her Alessia reaches out with her right hand and places her outstretched palm on the black rectangle.
Alessia stands like a statue in the center of the room, ichor dripping from her sword. Though it's hard to tell, given that she doesn't breathe or make unnecessary movements, to those who have spent significant time in her company, she looks exhausted. After a few moments, she walks slowly toward the door, the tip of her sword dragging on the stone floor. She stares at the black rectangle below the skull motif, cocking her head to one side like a curious kitten.
Defly sidestepping the dancers' sword strikes, Alessia repositions and aims a series of slashes at one of her attackers.
Alessia slashes again at the construct, her technique resembling nothing so much as splitting firewood.
Dancer Atk Alessia {Purple}: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11{Force dam} The attack bounces off Alessia's armor. She doesn't seem to notice.
Alessia charges the nearest enemy and hacks at the construct with her blade.
Wordlessly, Alessia looks at the rope, then looks back up at Justin, then begins climbing the rope.
Alessia stands statue-like at the base of the tower, metaphorical gears sticking and straining inside her head as she weighs the pros and cons of attempting to smash her way through the wall.
Alessia continues to walk steadily forward, heading straight for the temple steps.
Alessia slows her pace, then very deliberately cranes her neck to stare directly at the jackal golem. She stops entirely as Justin approaches, then turns her gaze toward the wizard. "What?" she hisses.
As the group slows in their approach, pausing to discuss their options, Alessia continues to walk steadily and purposefully toward the tower.
Alessia also makes her way to the front of the group as they follow the road, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "Tower..."
Alessia turns back around slowly, a few stray tendrils of negative energy creeping across the plates of her armor. One gets the sense that, were she alive, she would be breathing heavily, shaking with exhaustion and rage, but for now, she might as well be a statue. After a few moments of staring at the wizard, she finally replies. "What..."
"Um, Alessia? You can stop smashing things now! Probably shouldn't have STARTED smashing until we figured out what was what, But THAT ship has sailed,... We can TRY to hook this back up? But I'm not sure that there's much left to hook it to. Or much time left to do it." Alessia stops trashing the room (cockpit? bridge?), then slowly turns her head to look directly at Justin. After locking eyes for a few seconds, she stalks toward the doorway. Just before stepping across the threshold, she lashes out to smash one last control panel on the wall.
As Hamar sets about slicing the control chair to bits, Alessia turns her attention to the rest of the machinery, clearly still enraged by her encounter with the mummy lord.
Alessia follows closely behind Hamar, her eyes scanning the chamber for things to smash.
Hamar keeps gaining altitude while carrying Alessia, "Should we fly to Merle directly? I believe she can cast a fly upon you as well" the Barbarian shouts through the wind. Alessia says nothing, but Hamar is fairly certain he can hear her teeth grinding over the sound of the wind.
Alessia lands in a heap on the forest floor, her limbs and body twisted into unnatural positions. After a few moments, however, with a series of unsettling cracking and popping sounds, she slowly stands up, her joints and spine returning themselves to their proper orientations. Wordlessly, she begins walking toward the base of the pyramid.
Alessia’s damage: 3d6 + 1d8 ⇒ (1, 4, 4) + (1) = 10
Alessia lets out an enraged shriek and charges directly at the nearest retriever.
As Justin and Hamar discuss the magical gate, Alessia steps into the flames.
As Karrin finishes expounding, Alessia stops and stares at her blankly for several beats, then quickly turns and continues forward down the tunnel.
"Huh. Well I'll be an Imp's Uncle. Lookit that. Way to go Eagle-Eye Alessia! Issaac would be proud!" "...Who is Isaac?"
Behind a pile of rusting clockwork gears, Alessia sees a fissure in the wall that has a distinct greenish tint, like the copper pieces in Sigil. It is about half a kilometer from their position Alessia points toward the distant fissure. "Green..."
Alessia feels the life force of the creature flowing into her. She feels like her skin is glowing, her muscles swelling with raw elemental power. She gets snatches of visions from the creature’s life. Swimming in pools of molten metal. Striding through rock as if it was nothing but fog. Kneeling in glowing chains before a crystalline giant with blue glowing eyes and a literal cloud of ioun stones orbiting his head
Alessia abruptly turns and stalks off toward the entrance to the rightmost path.
Alessia lets out a low hiss like an angry cat and begins searching for the most likely way forward.
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