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Ambriel harrumphs in agreement. "Would have been nice if it had happened yesterday or before though. They're making things so slow for us."
Ambriel, who wishes to be done with the criminal element so they can move on to things that matter, cuts to the chase. "So what are we doing this time? Killing her? Tying her up? Letting her go? Can we please get on with whatever it is?"
Glad you're feeling better DM Dickie!
Riffraff? And that coming from thieving street trash?" Ambriel walks over to take a look in the pot and see what street gang members get for dinner.
Ambriel holds to see what the woman will do.
Ambriel recognized the subject of the statue, but decides that very moment probably isn't the best time for a discussion of historical trivia.
Ambriel continues to quietly follow along.
Ambriel keeps moving along as well.
Having no particular opinions regarding gender ratios or politics within mercenary bands or street gangs, Ambriel remains silent and continues to follow along as the group moves forward.
Ambriel daydreams about a nice hot cottage pie for lunch.
Ambriel prepares to cast if needed.
Ambriel leans against a wall and checks the cuticles of her fingernails.
When Krystal calls out the tripwire and mentions her intention to disable it, Ambriel moves away to the rear.
Ambriel gives Krystal a pat on the shoulder and walks away to escape Ragnar's dreary one-upsmanship and bragging. For all his exotic claims she finds him the most human in his habits.
Ambriel, who is looking ever paler than usual if such a thing is possible, mutters "that was the.... fourth, no, fifth worst experience of my entire life and I'm around 135 years old."
Ambriel is 5'10 but only 114 pounds. Not much different than carrying a bundle of whiny sticks around.
Ambriel eventually relents, although she does point out that cross means she'll have to also come back eventually. In reality it's less she climbs across with some help than she's ported across by others while she strives to not vomit.
Ambriel takes a look out the window and moves back away from it horrified. "This is the worst thing so far. There's no way I'm going out there" she says stubbornly.
Ambriel sighs and collects the silver coins from the table.
Ambriel rolls her eyes at all the talking the humans around her seem compelled to do. She passes the captives to have a look around. Bleat, bleat, bleat. Always bleating to each other about each other. No wonder my head is throbbing.
Ambriel chooses the one of the two whom she has the best line of sight on and hits her with a quick bit of magic to stun her.
Ambriel gets ready for something or other to happen.
Ambriel freezes on the spot and waits. Unless they're going in offensively she has no magic readied to help.
Ambriel finds her ad hoc experiment quite satisfactory in outcome. She makes a mental note about the effectiveness of mind affecting spells on lycanthropes in animal form. As for the woman's fate, Ambriel reveals nothing about her thoughts. She doesn't seem distressed by the possibility of her death, nor does she complain about waiting while she is stabilized and restrained. She waits for most of her companions to start down the stairway before she does so herself, putting her almost at the rear.
Ambriel finds herself confronted with a very interesting puzzle. If there are wererats about, how should she think about them depending on their physical form? This might be a good time to use my dazing cantrip, but it doesn't work on animals. However a rat might be a wererat in this particular case. Is a wererat in rat form a person or an animal? Ambriel makes a mental note to research this question the next time she is able to make it to a library, and casts the cantrip on the rat. Sometimes experimentation is the only path to knowledge.
Ambrial has some candles?
Wow! I somehow neglected to level Ambriel up. Done now. HP: So average then.
Ambriel doesn't worry to much about what the yellow stuff is specifically. Of course it's something awful. She touches nothing, avoids getting close to anything that looks weird, and keeps people both in front of and behind her.
Ambriel follows along to the north if that's where everyone has decided to go.
"We might as well go. Talking about the boat doesn't get us into the boat." Ambriel leaves for the boat.
Caroliss startles Ambriel with her outburst so completely that Ambriel reacts instinctively. She spins around and gives Caroliss her well-practiced death stare. "Quiet, this is a library."
Libraries are Ambriel's domain so she is all business, fast and efficient at finding the resources available. She directs Caroliss in assisting without much chit-chat except that initiated by Caroliss. Caroliss's admission and request catches Ambriel unprepared, she is not at that time mentally attuned to the need to show empathy, and teaching Caroliss some basic uses of magic is a larger project than the woman probably realizes. "Your experiences with them match mine. I could tutor you, but you should know that your first successful casting will be the most difficult one you'll ever face. It may be some time before that happens."
The Shield scroll and Mage Armor wand would be very useful for Ambriel. They're not exciting spells and she already has them in her book, but it would free up some extremely limited space for other spells to be memorized. She'll take them.
Ambriel goes to the library with Caroliss. Aside from the Crow, information about lycanthropy and, if it can be found, information on sin magic could be very helpful.
The more Ambriel hears about the magical metal shard, the more fascinated she becomes. There are a couple of points she would like clarified though. "Captain Heidmarch, you mentioned greed as the next shard. Is there a necessary order for them, and if so, why? If the order is set, what is the full correct sequence?" "Also, what is the logic behind particular ioun stones working to dampen the curse on the shards? Must it be one kind of stone only, or is it shape, color, or the stone's effect that matters?"
Ambriel relieves Natalya of the magical items aside from the one taken by Anansi. Until she can properly identify them, they are no less potentially dangerous than swords and daggers.
"Anasi, I should probably take a look at that. Let me examine it at the manor at least. It's unusual and we should know more about it for sure."
Alright, I'll pick up that spell this level. I asked because I've taken it in the past only to have nobody want to be enlarged so it was a wasted choice.
If Ambriel picks up Enlarge Person is anyone interested in being the recipient?
It has been a hectic and very confusing day, but Ambriel is feeling alright. They seem to have accomplished what was required of them, and she has made to through all of it unscathed, and with having to climb rotting wooden structures or wallow about in sewage. Not bad at all. "So, we can pack up nad go back to where it doesn't reek now?" Ambriel checks Natalya for items of interest, starting with a casting of Detect Magic.
So... I've read through the posts in gameplay a couple of times and must admit I haven't the slightest idea what's going on. Not that it matters much, all Ambriel can do is cast a Daze cantrip, which as been the case for a few weeks now. Tell you what, bot Ambriel if a Daze cantrip is needed for some reason. I'll jump back in when things shake out and I can pick up the plot thread again. Until then, Ambriel will just let the current take her where ever this is going.
I'm very sorry for the long absence everyone. I was getting badly burned out by work especially, and life in general so I took the long holiday weekend to go to the beach and get away for a bit. That made coming back hard, and I just couldn't muster the energy to start back up with regular life. Took few days off for laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling, walking the dog a lot, eating a different kind of salad for every meal including breakfast, and spent one day doing nothing but laying on the couch and binging the entire 4th season of Stranger Things. In sum, avoiding everything. I'm feeling better now so I'm in the process of getting caught up. Thank you for your patience.
Ambriel sighs. They should have gone to get a ladder, maybe some wooden planks as well. Instead we're starting a conflict most of us can't even get to. This will be harder than it needs to be.
Ambriel runs her fingers through her hair, checking to make sure crap from the awful building hasn't gotten into it. Finally she decides to say something about the predicament. "We could go buy a ladder. It's not like we're somewhere out in the wilderness."
Ambriel crosses her arms, her patience running thin. She weighs suggesting they go buy a ladder and come back the next day, but the others seem awfully eager.
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