Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Drake is unable to cover his ears fast enough as his ear drum is hit with a shattering sound. He hears a muffled voice from Avendryl and looks at him slightly confused. "WHAT?" Reading his lips, he nods slightly "I THINK SO, NOT SURE UNLESS WE TRY!" he practically yells being unable to hear the volume of his voice.
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18 Drake holds up the blade as it continues to bleed, as if it had just stabbed someone, he looks at it with interest and feels the temperature of the room change. "Hmmm, just what I was expecting, either a curse... or a haunt... Not as familiar with curses or haunts."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake picks up the weapon and sighs slightly, both at the show of disgrace to the gore still upon the weapon and that the Dawnflower was still changing his fate. He grabs out his waterskin and a strip of cloth from inside his bag and cleans off the gore before showing it to the group. "Scimitar dedicated to Sarenrae... going to continue to clean this, make sure it gets the respect it deserves."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake makes sure to mind himself as he enters, he will keep a sharp look out for any spirits that he notices, above and beyond the ones he usually sees. "Bigger place then I was anticipating. Keep a sharp eye lads, and let me talk to any of the ghosts if we see any..."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake rises from the table he had been breaking his fast on. His plate was empty but still contained a bit of the yoke from his eggs. He brushed his hands together to rid himself of the crumbs from the crusty roll of bread. "I would certainly like to treat with these spirits first to see if they are hostile or if they can be reasoned with. I've some experience with ghosts and haunts before..."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake chuckles at the futility of his inquiry, Guess I will need to find out my fate on my own... He holds out his hand to the new comer, Xandius, good to meet you, I am Arcturus Drake, some also call me an oracle, but I prefer to be known as a doctor. And I believe we also share the same racial parentage, although I am not aware of any type of "blooded" that I am.."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake looks confused for a moment, Scion? A descendant of the sun? what did he mean about that? And why is he referring to Circe as the Daughter of the Darkest Night? Drake shakes his head, "What do you mean when you speak of the birthing chamber? I'm not sure what you mean, you may have the wrong person."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake will walk about the gnoll corpses and get if anyone of them are still alive. Heal Check - Take 10 - 21 Finding any that are dead, he will murmur a quick prayer to Pharasma to make sure their spirits are properly looked after in the boneyard. Standing up he will slap the dust off his hands and moves to the party. "Anyone injured?" He will look them all over to injuries no matter what they say.
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Perception Check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 Noticing the army of Gnolls withdraw, he breaths out a sigh of relief. "Well thank god for small miracles..." Drake holds out his arms and lets the holy energy take him as he channels to all of those around me, deselecting the gnolls. Channel Energy to Heal Everyone 1d6 ⇒ 3
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
So you joke in the discussion forum but hold a grudge in the gameplay... Just to point out that the chemist has been chucking bombs and missing, and battle is pretty loud, so Drake isn't concerned as he believes people can handle themselves unless they say otherwise.
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
If I may weigh in, I've played a lot of alchemists. They only time the main target makes a reflex save is when the alchemist has the explosive bomb discovery. The reflex save at that point is to avoid catching on fire, but still takes the main fire damage. Jon is correct in that the reflex save is only for the splash damage.
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
No need to explain the excitement of kids and family, I believe most of us are parents, Joy, myself and Jon included. Not sure about everyone else. Also funny that you mention about our party being 2/3's with Darkvision. My carrion crown group is worse, we have six people, one is a human, and the rest have darkvision.
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake finishes the rest of his drink and looks to Circe. "Looks like we will need to finish this conversation another time..." He gets up and heads outside. Perception Check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 Seeing the village people so well organized, he ponders and says to the group. "Seems this is a rather common thing, wonder if they will even need our help"
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake's smile fades from his face and he takes a long sip from his ale. He appears to think something over before leaning close to Circe to whisper. Circe:
"I see spirits everywhere, it is part of my "curse". I see them even in this tavern. An old man crying over there, a young girl playing with a doll on the other side. But the worst is the ones I know, my patients that died on my table...." He pulls away from her and leans back in his chair. "As for useful spells for ghosts, most won't work to their full extent, but holy energy will do the trick..."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake shakes his head and gets serious for a moment, "Only use I have for poison is for medical purposes, never for lethal actions. If I had wanted to kill you, it would have been face to face with a weapon in each of our hands. Not that I would have wanted too..." Drake loses his train of thought for a moment, looking over the top of his mug of ale for a moment before shaking his head and resuming his smile. "I'm not much of a violent person."
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake will find a table and hold out a chair for Circe, "Not a guess at all, just an excellent memory. Back at the Halfblood's manor you grabbed a red wine, and then again back at that bar in Port Peril a few years back you expressed your love of Chelish wine. Remember the one? You chased me out of it and down a few blocks?"
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake walks into the tavern and takes a quick look around. "Seem like my kind of place..." He says as he takes an ale for his free round of drinks. He looks to Circe and then back to the bartender, "Chelish Wine, Red for the lady." Once he has the drink, he hands it over to Circe.
Male Angel-Blooded Aasimar Oracle of Life
Drake watches the wasp, "Seems to be getting agitated by our presence." He turns to all of the townsfolk. "Let's clear out for the time being, last thing we want is someone getting stung. I will send the word once we deal with the wasp." He turns back to Tolias. "Hopefully that will help for now"
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