"Vicious things, though I was prepared to give them a sound what-for!" She raises her fists in a mock brawling look. "Press on then? I don't know about you all, but I'm wanting to rest in a real bed at least once this week!"
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Arilyth sees the worgs approaching and groans. "Not some more nasties. Oh well, let them fall upon our blades, yes friends?"
"I'd like some solid sleep, if you all don't mind. Throats a little sore. I'll take last watch then, yes?"
"Eating their dead... Next thing you'll hear is that they think they're all mini dragons or something..." Arilyth shudders, but with a faint twinge of a smile on her face.
Recognizing the statue, Arilyth nods. "I agree. Help them. Worst that happens is we deal with kobolds. Best that happens is we make some kobold allies. Insofar as a kobold can be called an ally, of course. And Nedyr, in the future, you'll have to help me learn Draconic. Wonderful language. I'll help you with something in return, of course. Perhaps an opera piece?" She chuckles as the thoughts of an opera about an elven witch in the Stolen Lands would be like.
Slightly cursing under her breath for not knowing the language, Arilyth is pleased that Nedyr does. "Odd, parleying with a Kobold. But inform him that if their chief is willing to work with us and not against us, then we will do the same. No need shedding any more blood than necessary, yes?" She coughs lightly, her throat now somewhat sore from all of her arcane fueled singing. Will have to work on that...
Arilyth looks to her fellow Elf. Her voice is a little broken, but she speaks anyway. "Let's hope that that's the last of them. I don't know about you all, but whoo... I'm starting to get a little worn."
Sounds fine to me, though I'll be adding my spells to my spells known list at the fort. Just for ease.
Arilyth raises her shortbow once more, hoping beyond hope to hit the thing. Desna, Shelyn, Help me protect them. She continues to sing praises, but knows her voice won't hold for much longer...
That sucks, DM. :/
Arilyth simply maintains the song, a glorious ode of heroes long past who started from humble roots (eh?) and rose to greatness. But, being pragmatic, she also removes her shortbow and takes a shot at the creepy crawlie.
Despite her best efforts though, the thing dodges her arrow (yeah, she didn't miss, it dodged! <.< )
Arilyth stands back, but decides to use the last of her performance to inspire her comrades.
Arilyth shrugs. "Well, we either follow, or we can try to collapse the whole structure. Not sure how efficient that would be. So, who goes first?" She looks around at her companions with a cocked eyebrow.
Arilyth looks about at the fallen mites. "Shame, really. They were starting to grow on me. Wait, on second thought, I wouldn't want anything like them growing on me. After you Aluxion! I'll be right behind!"
Yeah, allergies have hit me hard these last two weeks, so much so I had to call in to work one day. Hope you feel better soon.
Hope everyone is having a fun holiday n_n
I will confirm one day, and it will be glorious!
As the roots recede, Arilyth moves forward towards the nearest one, lunging and attempting to strike it.
On Arilyth's turn, she raises her rapier high, attempting to pierce the hide of the 'Mite Rider'.
Arilyth steals her resolve despite being mildly sickened at the site of the flailing mite. "Vi estas abomeninda ..." In Common:
"You are filthy... She sways lightly before lunging forth to try and pierce the hide of the mite before her.
On Arilyth's turns, those words of arcane power finally ring out in a crescendo, and an area of Grease appears beneath the nearest Mite's feet, as well as under the feet of the two adjacent to it.
On Arilyths turn she shall step forward enough to see the mites, her hands rising and contorting as arcane utterances begin to leave her mouth.
Arilyth prepares to battle these deadly foes! "Mi mortigos miajn malamikojn en bela maniero!"
Arilyth readies herself to advance further...
...but her nerves cause her to be jittery.
I honestly don't mind. I don't plan on training my horse more than a few simple commands (and pretty it up some). My vote goes 'yea'.
NO EXCUSES CERIAN. Lol, nah take your time, Cerian.
Arilyth simply smiles at the mild banter among her comrades before stepping forward. "Well, let's clear it out then, then head back and rest, yes?" She feels deep down as if something truly momentous has occurred...
I too, will wait until after the Mite Lair to add spells, but I've added my skills, Ref and Will and BAB bonuses and HP.
Woohoo! Bard level up!
Arilyth chuckles at Aluxion. "Indeed! I say we stop our regular lives and become exterminators. If only because they dare speak ill of our dear Mme. Pindles."
Arilyth goes to Rodric, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, we search then move on. LAst thing we want is for more of them to wander to us." She mutters a small prayer in Elvish. "Desna gvidi miajn okulojn."
translation:
"Desna guide my eyes."
Moving forward towards a nearby mite, Arilyth mutters under her breath in Elven. "Mi timas, ke vi estas la malpuraj aĵoj ĉi tie."
Spoiler:
"I'm afraid you're the dirty ones here." Her rapier rises as she elegantly twirls before jabbing forward with the deadly instrument.
I know, but I try to do at least 1 post a day. Just habit, I guess since this is my only outlet for play right now. Gah! Hope I can get my Second Darkness game running soon...
Hey, sorry for lack of posts, life blew up this weekend ._. But it's settling now. Gonna head to bed and sleep, and will start posting again tomorrow.
Arilyth steadies her breathing, hoping this next fight goes as smoothly as the last, if not better. Desna bless me, Shelyn sing praises...
Arilyth visibly cringes at Rodric's attempt at subtle infiltration. Hoping to put herself away from him, she attempts to sneak as well.
But she is so rattled, she's tripping over her own feet...
"No sense of humor, obviously Mme. Pindles. And here I was about to sing them sweeping arias. Looks like a dirge is in order instead..." Arilyth wipes the blood from her rapier, resheathing it.
As Miri. My work has decided that I need to work last shift now, so I tend to be most open for a game Sunday evenings after 8 (CST). Might be pretty cool!
Round 2, Init 12 Swirling as if this were a dance, Arilyth steps forward And attempts to pierce it with her rapier.
And what are we? Chopped liver <.< ? *Hugs* There there, it's fine. My group is still heavily splintered too, though I'm trying to get them back together...
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