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Blink... blink... "Ahhhh!!" Analise springs up, electricity crackling at the tips of her fingers, and then seeing no immediate threat, calms down. "Ahhh... Sorry about that, whoever you are. Living for three months in the Badlands gives you a quick trigger finger. Gremlins, you say? Hmmm..."
*Uses Paizo Boards magic to cast guidance, resistance, and bear's endurance upon Tactic's wife to boost her Fort save.* Wishing you wife well also!
Okay, ought to be more interesting this way...
Analise goes over to check the body to see if it's Khonnir.
Will go to the South with the rest of the party.
Hmmm... I wonder... I bet Wicket and Rav would love that!... Just need to find the parts...
Analise takes a look at the disks.
"Oh! Nice finds, Raven. These are power-drained batteries. Completely bereft and useless of any electrical charge, but sometimes people use them for currency. When they're charged, however, they can be used to power all sorts of devices!" I wonder...
Analise nods sadly, and goes up the corridor, making sure the meat shields-I mean, valorous warriors!-were taking point.
Analise sighs, sits down, and closes the halfling's eyes. "So much death... Too much death..." she murmurs, then says more loudly "Come on. We need to cover more ground before the spell wears off." The young mage stands up, and with a sad gaze at the halfling, follows Jack.
Analise prepares to cast again. "And here's hoping to another falcon punch! Kovir nazilon!"
[oooc]Targeting pinky.[/ooc]
Although the slime leaves a small bruise, Analise gives a droll smile. "Really? That's all you can do? I've seen Wicket do better. No offense, Wicket." She then adpots an Autralian accent and says "No my friend, that isn't a punch. Kovir nazilon!" and tries to cast the spell without drawing an attack from the mold...
Analise's fist rushes towards the mold, crackling with a frightening amount of electricity. As it connects, Analise gives a smirk and says "Now that is a punch."
"Hmmm... I think I am going to follow my @@@@@ instincts and go where those things are. Care to follow me?" One of the words Analise says has no equivalent in any language (except Earthling). Analise tries to ponder about what they are...
Analise's face drops even further. "Then maybe we're in deeper #!^% than I thought we were. Oi." She rubs her face. "Okay, so if Zyphus' game is to cause accidental and pointless deaths, then his clerics probably have unluck magic of some sort to help manipulate fate to create more death. Which means that we're going to have to find Khonnir quickly, before something happens to him."
Analise sits down to take a breather. "Oi," is all she says, and waits. "Soooo... My question is: what is a follower of Zyphus doing exploring these caves, mmmm? We may have more than two problems on our hands here." She then stretches out like a cat, and starts writing strange symbols on the floor with her hand.
The young mage's face abruptly turns pale. "I have a feeling we need to find Khonnir-and soon. Allen, divine magic can influence luck and outcomes, right?"
Analise manages to look right in the creature's eyes when the blinding light is so instense, and her eyes flash into a milky white. "Argh! Ain't a picnic for me either, cupcake." She then fires blindly at the toad... thing.
Analise miraculously manages to hit the thing... but it feels like it just poked an electric fence.
Analise scutinizes the creature, attempting to figure it out.
Unable to recall what the hell the thing is, Analise yells, her words yet again reverberating with power. "Kovir nakoroth!" As she speaks the words of power, the young mage reaches out with her hand and splays out her fingers, the appendage crackling with electricity. A small burst of lightning arcs out from her hands...
Analise stares silently at the body for a moment. Then, she kneels down and shuts the corpses' eyes. With great weight to her voice, the young mage says "When we make our way out of here, we're carrying her back with us. She must have friends, or family, or maybe even a husband and children. I don't care what any of you say. We should at least give her a proper burial."
Analise attempts to climb the ledge as well.
Analise rips out a gland, like Raven had done, and holds it up as a light source before following.
Analise follows cautiously, keeping towards the back of the group.
Analise turns to Rywokit, deadpanning. "Wicket, is the word idiom in your database?" She then continues. "If not, let me give you a crash course. An idiom is a form of figure of speech, an extremely commonly used saying with metaphorical connotations. What I just said is an extremely commonly used idiom-at least where I came from-that means I would go to drastic measures-albeit not murder, at least hopefully-to get it, and it is most often used in overstatement. Do you get it?"
Analise gets out of the pool, then begins to shake herself out like a dog. [smaller]"Sometimes I would kill to be able to cast prestidigitation," she grumbles, then looks around.
Analise sighs. "Oh, why the hell not?" She then dives in after Locke.
Analise looks at the spring, then at the party, then at the spring again. "I'm not taking point. As a matter of fact, I'm taking middle. It's either the ones in the back or the one taking point who gets gobbled up by the mysterious monster. I've seen waaaaaaaaay too many movies to take that chance."
"And that, Val, was the four basic gesticulations of the light spell. Are you ready to learn the words?" Analise says to Val as the young sorcerer teaches the Kellid the basics of cantrips.
"Glaucite doors, hm? Considering the Torch, I'm guessing that there are some ruins down under there. Councilwoman Freddert, is there anybody here who sells things that could be useful for destroying robots? I'm fairly certain that we're going to run into some down there if there is such a high concentration of glaucite." Analise then turns to everybody else. "I really hope that Val's dad isn't dead. However, like Councilwoman Freddert said... We must prepare for the worst. We should at least try to find Khonnir's body and bring it back with us. At least we have a scroll of resurrection. Anyways, I'm going to go and talk with Val after getting some supplies. Hopefully, having some lessons with her will help calm her down."
Analise tips her cap with a flair at Dolga. "Hey, Councilwoman Freddert. You remember me, right? Newly adopted daughter of Khonnir?" "Anyways, me and a few others are trying to find out where Khonnir went-rescuing him, if possible-while simultaneously finding out how the Torch went out and restoring it-again, if possible. Val gave us some information, but she didn't know much. Do you have any sort of knowledge that could help us?"
Analise grunts. "Well, considering I have it on reliable information that the League has a spy here, as well as a gut feeling, I'd say... yes."
Analise heads out into town with the others.
Analise waves goodbye to everybody, then heads back towards the house to catch some sleep so that her mind would be nice and sharp for the expedition under the Hill.
Analise heads gets inside the house, and hears the strange humans talking in what sounds like Androffan. "Oh! I didn't want to intrude. Can you..."
"Oh. Oh! OH! Well... Um... Anyways... Ah... Uh... I think I'm just gonna hit the hay before I embarrass myself further. Um... Bye, I guess." Android walks to the room she shared with Val, and lays her bedroll down, her eyes wild with excitement. Holy @!%#!!! Androids! Never thought I'd actually meet them! Well... Seems like they want to keep it a secret. Don't think I'll tell the others.
If it's only nine... Then I can get up at about 5 in the afternoon and have everything ready to go.
Analise rolls her head around. "I would love to join you in your examination of the 'bot, Rav, but the best way for me to get up to full strength is to get some sleep. Hate to be slothful, but that's pretty much the best way to contribute. I need about eight hours of uninterrupted sleep for my brain to get back up to full strength."
Note: Anybody that would look in her notebook would have to decipher three languages of computer code encoded in binary with complex mathematical equations to even sift it down to common. And then, they would have to decipher her incomprehensible, inane shorthand. ;P
Analise gives Val a warm smile. "Yeah, I'm going to save dad." The young wordcaster then turns to the rest of the party. "I'm almost completely mentally exhausted. Wordcasting puts a massive strain on your mind, and I might be able to cast one more wordspell before I'm pretty much out for the count except in the case of some very basic stuff. If I have some rest, I'll be back up to full strength. But for now..." She shrugs. "I suggest we gather some more intelligence and recover some so we can head in fully armed-both mentally and physically."
Analise tries to step quietly inside the inn, the promptly dive-tackles Val is a massive, fierce hug. "OhgodsValI'm sooooooooo glad you're alright how are you anything important happen other than the Torch going out and your dad going down into the hill?!?!?!"
Facepalm. No. Sorry, was slightly incoherent and rushed for that post.
Analise spent a little while panting in the barn. Damn... I keep on not remembering that using so much magic burns me out. She smiles wryly at everybody's antics with Val, then sits down to catch her breath while everybody headed to the tavern.
Oh, hyerp a derp, sorry. I'll remove that from her languages and take Common, C#, Java, Binary, and HTML as her languages :) Computer geeks for the win! I also won't be available for the weekend, period.
Analise yelps in pain as the robot's fist slams into her ribs, cracking quite a few. Growling, she yells "Briakovir astaro!" As before, you feel the wind knocked out of you, but the effect is entirely different. Analise's hands are enveloped in bands of energy with swirling runes inside, which promptly discharge themselves into her hands. The young mage's curled fists are now crackling with electricity, and she attempts to punch the bot.
"How do you like that, you pile of junk!"
Analise looks coldly at the robot, the moves about ten feet forward, right next to Val. "I'm here, Val." "நெறிமுறை தொண்ணூறு மூன்று: உங்கள் கட்டளையை மைய சேதமடைந்துள்ளன. பணிநிறுத்தம் தயார்." Androffan:
"Protocol 93: Your command core is damaged. Prepare for shutdown." Analise yells "Briakovir nazino!" The words of power carry a heavy weight to them, as if you had just had the wind knocked out of you. As the young mage yells the words that thrum with power, lines of crackling blue energy spiral out from her splayed fingers. Another line encircles them, and strange runes flow out of a mysterious gate in the palm of her hand. The spiraling lines spread out from her hand, and highlight the robot and the area around it. And with a thundering boom, the area that the energy had highlighted is filled with white electricity.
I have roll20... but I won't be able to access it for the foreseeable future.
Analise bursts through the door with wild eyes, and goes to where to scream came from, preparing her spell of lightning. "VAL! I'M HERE!" shouts Analise.
Analise shouts "Nirakin Gonoli!" As she says the words, strange, golden circles interlaid with geometrical figures and mysterious runes appear at her feet, and Analise is a sudden blur of motion. Quite literally, as a matter of fact. She dashes to where the scream is coming from, fury and concern crackling across her eyes.
Analise was scribbling furiously until the mention that Khonnir was missing. She stood in shock for a moment, absorbing the information Annika was giving. She blinked. Once. Then: "GONE?!?!" She then rushes up the hill, catching up with Lazur.
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