As the search for the missing crew turns out to be as fruitful as she expected, though less so than she'd hoped, Anduriel heads back, her mood somewhat subdued.
Nodding in agreement with Amrus' approach to unloading the extra items retrieved from the burning ship, she is both surprised, and touched by Elann's ritualistic vigil for the taken. Sad, yet beautiful and uplifting despite the mournfulness of it, she finds that it helps, and eases some of the sting of their failure in that respect, giving her a vehicle for her wishes for their safety, or at least a quick and painful end to anything unpleasant.
Heading back to the inn with her companions, she shares a meal in relative silence before heading to the room to fall into an exhausted sleep, arising early to prepare for their journey.
"If we return without the crew, only to find the loom stolen or damaged, this may well be out last mission in addition to being out first."n Anduriel says wryly, though she does follow as the group sets out looking for the missing crew.
Splitting the party to go after an unknown number of enemies, capable of taking out a ship's crew does not sound like a great idea. Aside from the fact that it leaves on player sitting on their hands for however long.
"Well we'll have to choose between returning the loom, or following the tracks. I doubt we'll get far following them while trying to carry this, and leaving it here...we might as well have let it sink." Anduriel points out.
"Well we'll have to choose between returning the loom, or following the tracks. I doubt we'll get far following them while trying to carry this, and leaving it here...we might as well have let it sink." Anduriel points out.
As was quite evident from looking at her, Anduriel was build for speed and agility, not strength. After tossing a few of the wine crates onto the pallet to be salvaged, she doesn't manage to even budge one of those filled with iron, letting out a tired sigh as she gives up, and hopes that the dense metal survives the fire of the boat, something that shouldn't generate anywhere near the heat of a forge. They would just have to have those collected as salvage afterward.
She calls out, giving the signal to hoist the loom up, stepping onto the pallet as it begins its journey up.
With the temperatures of a wood fire, even with an entire boat burning, the iron ingots would likely be fine, though the wines would soon be ruined once the heat got to them.
Appraise:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Taking a quick glance at the unpacked bottles to see if anything of their likely value jumped out at her, she quickly heads back to ensure that the loom is gotten off the ship safely, as the main priority.
Running back to the deck to make sure the loom gets safely off the ship. Will mention to Amrus and D'witt what I found in the rest of the cargo area.
It would have been nice if our GM had given us a little more information about the winch and what was expected or if one of the two people who are in the hold had offered to help.
Once we have an idea of what we're seeing below in terms of the areas we're checking out, that would be the next step. This has all been basically a couple of minutes.
On a side note Elann's casting (if non-stop) would yield 20 gallons per minute, for a better idea of how much we're able to affect the fire.
"Thanks!" Anduriel says, accepting the strip of cloth and tying it over her nose and mouth as the water falls over her. "Alright, lets see if we can save the cargo, if not the ship."
Completing her climb onto the ship, Anduriel races across the deck, to get a better grasp of where the fire was inside, and where the cargo was that needed saving.
Riding up to the ship, Anduriel dismounts, quickly casting a spell that sends a euphoric rush of energy flowing though her as she launches herself into a spectacular leap to get up on the grounded ship. "The ship's abandoned, looks like it was attacked...but we need to deal with the fire...NOW!!"
Perception:1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19 Acrobatics (Jump):1d20 + 8 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 10 = 33 DC for 20ft vertical jump is 32
Noting the attractive halfling directing things, Anduriel takes it all in, memorizing the businesses and trying to commit notable faces to memory, before they note the smoke ahead. "Whether it's the boat or not, smoke of that color usually isn't good." she says, guiding her horse into a run as well.
Anduriel stifles the grin of amusement as she watches the boys bristle at the dockmaster's leering, ready to jump to the rescue, while being entirely oblivious that it was the exact desired effect of Elann's approach.
Anduriel chuckles as D’witt lays out the options for how thier interaction with the dock master was likely to turn out.
"I'm sure they can be convinced, one way or another. And the sooner we get underway, the better" she adds, her own preferred means of problem-solving involving action over discussion.
Chuckling at Amrus' indecision, Anduriel spends a bit of time studying the horses, before walking over to a sleek, energetic mare as black as her own hair. Reaching up to pet her, she speaks to her softly for a few moments, before selecting her and signing her out.
Yúyal. Elven for twilight. Fitting
Looking around she notices a large strawberry roan Percheron docilely standing by. "I think you should go with him, Amrus, he should be an easy ride."
Anduriel gives a slight smile at the sight of the dwarf girl’s lamenting over the after-effects of the night before.
Definitely been there
Turning to look up as the Company’s resident magical expert makes her way down the stairs, the battlemage instinctively finds herself standing straighter, years of discipline instilled in Erages Academy slipping into her automatic reactions.
So it seemed the dwarven spellcaster would be the newest member of their newly formed unit. ”Nice to meet you.” she says to the blue haired shorter woman, keeping her voice low out of a well earned understanding of hangovers. ”I’m Anduriel.”
Taking a look at the labeled potions on the shelves, she thinks for a moment, before picking one that could definitely come in handy under the right circumstances.
"I suppose after we get to Macridi, we'll have a better idea of anything we might need." Anduriel replies to Amrus.
She listens to Braendar, attentively, yet there was a feeling of being eager to be in motion, coming from her, not one specific thing so much as a series of subtle hints and cues.
"I definitely saw... something...the power of your god flowing through you, I suppose. You were surrounded, by a beautiful golden glow, and when you touched me...it was incredible. I knew there was no way I could fail whatever I did next!" Anduriel says enthusiastically, enjoying the rush of recent combat as well as the adulation.
Chaos erupts as her companions begin to react, taking out two of the offending little fiends. Turning her head, Anduriel sees Elann moving toward her, a beautiful golden glow enveloping her as she lays a hand on her shoulder.
The world erupts in possibility as Elann's magic flows into her, guiding her along the path of the best possible result and filling her with the assurance that she couldn't possibly miss. Dashing across the distance to chase down the fleeing imp, she neatly skewers the creature through the back of the neck.
As quickly as Elann is in motion, Anduriel is even quicker, her head whipping around at the sight of the books moving down the stairs.
By the time the imps become visible, she erupts into motion, her mind exerting the spark of energy needed to open the floodgates, filling her body with a torrent of pure kinetic magic in her next breath.
The world seems to slow down a bit, Elann's call to arms hanging in the air as the graceful half elf hops up onto the table, her movements astonishingly quick to her companions, running to jump from the booth to the floor, glittering silver thornblade drawn in the same movement as she races to the bottom of the steps
Without looking up, Amrus gives a sarcastic Verily. It is indeed morning.
Amrus' dry wit draws a snicker from Anduriel.
Fair enough!"
"I'd have to say, if they group us all together, it's not bad company to be in." she says with a grin, looking over her assembled breakfast companions.
Dragging herself out of bed with a soft groan, Anduriel, for a brief moment, regrets the extent of her celebration, the night before. Noticing the note that had clearly been slipped under the door, she pads over to pick it up, wincing at the cold stone on bare feet.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she brushes some of the mop of unruly raven-black hair out of her eyes, reading through the brief missive, as a small smile graces her full lips.
'Nice, looks like an assignment already! Would have preferred something later in the day, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.'
Folding the note, she sits cross-legged on the bed, poring over her spellbook in consideration of what the day might hold, her mind embracing the fluid motions, gestures, sigils and steps of Spelldance, the ancient arcane elven form of magic that was her stock in trade. Once finished, she moves through a series of stretches, limbering up her supple form as she prepares her body, much as her study prepared her mind.
Her preparations complete, she quickly attends to washing up, getting dressed and donning her chain shirt, in preparation for deployment. Using the mirror she kept in her pack she brushes her hair, before buckling on her silver thornblade, and finely wrought leafblade, before heading downstair.
"Ah that sounds wonderful Miss Hannah, coffee for me please, it's way too early for anything weaker." she says with a chuckle, flashing her a winning smile.
Moving to the indicated booth, she sees it mostly empty, save a tall lanky Shield member she remembered seeing at the trials yesterday, definitely carrying a touch of the lower planes in his blood. "Morning!" she says slipping into the booth with an amiable nod.
Near complete: Anduriel Silverthorn Spell dancer magus, who uses an Elven thornblade In battle.
Born of an impulsive tryst between a Kyonin noble, tasked with a diplomatic mission to Andoran, and a human guard, her mother’s scandalous indiscretion was not discovered until well after she had returned to Kyonin, the pregnancy a source of outrage and embarrassment to her family. Keeping secretive, the child was delivered to an orphanage in Erages ( the half elven community of Kyonin), almost immediately after birth, where she was raised among other half-elven bastards and outcasts, whether the children of other such trysts, or true-born children who had lost both half-elven parents.
Growing up in the fishing town, Anduriel thrived, showing incredible potential in both physical and academic pursuits, eventually leading to her being accepted to Erages Academy, where she continued to excel, drawing the attention and favor of Headmaster Sarouna Lei., especially with her performance on Blackash Training Grounds.
Her inquisitive nature, skill with a blade, and innate grasp of magic, brought the acclaim of her teachers, just as her wild recklessness and impulsive actions often drove them to distraction. Seeing the way in which the girl’s potential would be stifled by the traditionalism of Kyonin life, and wanting to give her an opportunity to explore options that wouldn’t be open to her in the traditionalist elven society, Sarouna set Anduriel on a Soujourner’s Path, a course of study where an exceptional Academy student would leave their homeland to travel abroad, learning of the world beyond and ultimately choosing whether to return with the knowledge gained, or remain apart from Kyonin, a fate, not too far removed from the status of Half Elves there in the first place.
It was on this path that she encountered the halfling paladin Colewin Binderbook, deciding to join the Silver Shields to both earn her way with sword and spell, and learn as much as she could of the region she found herself in.
Knowledge pool
At 7th level, when a magus prepares his magus spells, he can decide to expend 1 or more points from his arcane pool, up to his Intelligence bonus. For each point he expends, he can treat any one spell from the magus spell list as if it were in his spellbook and can prepare that spell as normal that day. If he does not cast spells prepared in this way before the next time he prepares spells, he loses those spells. He can also cast spells added in this way using his spell recall ability, but only until he prepares spells again.
Dance of Avoidance (Su)
At 7th level, while wearing light armor or no armor, a spell dancer gains a +2 insight bonus to Armor Class.
This ability replaces the medium armor class feature.
Improved spell combat
At 8th level, the magus’s ability to cast spells and make melee attacks improves. When using the spell combat ability, the magus receives a +2 circumstance bonus on concentration checks, in addition to any bonus granted by taking an additional penalty on the attack roll.
Magus arcana (Precient Defense)
Benefit: The magus can expend 1 point from his arcane pool as an immediate action after hitting a target with a weapon attack, granting him a premonition of his enemy’s intentions. The magus gains a bonus to his AC and on Reflex saves equal to his Intelligence modifier (minimum 0) against attacks by that opponent until the beginning of his next turn.
Fighter training
Starting at 10th level, a magus counts 1/2 his total magus level as his fighter level for the purpose of qualifying for feats. If he has levels in fighter, these levels stack.
Petite for one carrying elven blood and quite attractive, Anduriel blends the elegance of an elf with the kind of curves most often found in lucky human women, her body fuller than that of most elves, her waist still slender enough to facilitate a notable talent for dance. Hours of constant activity have left her with sleek toned muscle to complement her curves.
Almost crystalline blue eyes set in a perfect almond shaped face and framed by shoulder length raven-black hair, draw the attention of those around her, while lightly tanned skin clearly exhibits frequent time outdoors.
Those with the opportunity to see her naked would note the circle of arcane sigils tattooed like a belt around her hips as well as a large depiction of what appears to be an arcane compass on her lower back. Small rings of silver pierce both of her nipples.
Clearly the her preferred color for jewelry, she also wears a sliver ring on each hand, one a thick shimmering band, the other a slender lattice, as well as a few on her toes.
BACKGROUND:
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Born to an elven cyphermage professor at Valin's legendary magical academy, the result of a tryst with a wandering human Bard, Anduriel grew up steeped in magic, the wonders of the arcane as common to her as milking cows to the average farm child. As intellectual as her mother, the young girl soon displayed some degree of her father’s flair, a legacy of talent and performance, as well as her mother's gift for the arcane, leading her to seek the mysterious blend of magic and movement known as the spelldance.
Brilliant, yet finding herself bored with solely academic pursuits, Andi found herself enamored of tales of the Order, seeking them out when she came of age, not just out of a sense of duty, but for the opportunity to indulge her more adventurous impulses, seeking the kind of excitement most wizards avoid at all costs.
"$#&$! Fine, you want to play glory hound and handle this yourself go ahead. " Aduriel replies racing off after the others toward the town. [smaeller]"@^$er didn't learn a damn thing about teamwork. Good luck with any magiv they left behind."[/smaller] she mutters as she mounts up and takes off toward the town.
"No. It's a stupid move. If she's here all of us searching will take a lot less time than you alone and if anyone is still lurking here we'd be better equipped to handle it. Either we all leave now or we quickly scour this place, but I don't care how full of yourself you are, we aren't splitting up." Anduriel replies.
So I may not be around much for the next few days. My wife and I took a few days off to celebrate our 10th anniversary, complete with our son spending the week at my mom’s. I may get in a post a day but no guarantees.
