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Round 3:
Ava's pale skin seems to shimmer in the dancing light of the raging inferno, a veneer of sweat forming on her face as she tries to stymie the creature's advance. "I cannot tell if our steel even has purpose!" Ava shouts, her voice barely carrying over the roar of flame. Was trying to hold it here a fruitless endeavor?
Round 2: Ava continues her barrage of jabs, thrusting into the flames with her crystalline blade.
Round 1 addendum, double edit:
Round 1: Ava pushes forward next to Lucon , narrowing her eyes as she brings her glaive to bear on the creature, delivering a keen-eyed strike through the door frame.
"That's new." Ava swings back around into the room, pushing herself against the wall. "We've got company. Fire monster. Big one." She doesn't take her eyes away from the steadily approaching light. "Might need a little more... power." She lifts up her glaive. "Anvengen, it's time to kill."
Whatever's manageable is fine. If you've got the time, you don't have to worry too much about getting any big posts out. That said, most of my GMs are MIA at the moment, so it's not a huge deal if you want to take some more time either.
"Watch the stairs. I'll check it out." Ava says, glancing across at the others. With that, she heads towards the southern door, passing through and pressing against the wall as she edges east to the corner and peers around.
Ava's holding onto it for now, for use with UMD. Still got a bunch of charges in it. We've got like, three wands of it now.
Well yeah, but you also have a ton of healing options available to you already.
Cool, cool. We'll give Ava, Caladius and Lucon 2 lesser restoration and CMW pots each, with Lucon and Caladius getting one normal restoration as well. Ava'll split the gaseous forms with Sabinus, unless somebody else wants them. The rest we'll divide as Sabinus and Enko have said. Tables updated, sans the gold values of the scrolls and wands.
"Much appreciated." Ava says, nodding at Sabinus as her wounds begin to close up.
"We should take the fight to them before they can prepare properly." she says, pulling Anvengen's Edge free from the ground.
Oh yeah. While there's a slight break in combat, we need to sort out this: Potions
Scrolls
Wand
Ava wants some of those Gaseous Form potions for sure, as well as a Lesser Restoration and a CMW.
"She got me pretty good." the dwarf says, glancing down at her bloodied side. "Looks like whatever poison they're using isn't a match for my dwarven blood. I could use a touch of healing, though."
Attack of Opportunity:
The metallic taste of blood fills Ava's mouth as the punch makes contact, but the dwarf refuses to yield for even a second, continuing her relentless assault. As the sister turns away from her she siezes her opportunity, bringing down her hammer squarely between the woman's shoulders with a devestating crunch. She grins maniacally, her teeth stained crimson, as the woman ragdolls with the force of the blow.
Round 3: Ava winces as she pulls the crossbow bolt free from her flank, dropping it to the ground with a clatter. Pressing a hand to the wound she reaches into one of her many pouches, retrieving a steel flask and taking a sip of it.
oh... er... I guess seventeen is the logical next step.
Round 2:
Ava presses the attack, swinging at the sister once more.
Round 1: Ava quickly appraises the situation as the battle begins, planting her glaive in the ground as she rushes the left-most sister. She reaches back as she goes, pulling her hammer free of its sheath and bringing it down in a massive overhead swing.
"Will do." Ava quickly shuffles to the door just north of the group. She'll listen for a moment before opening it quietly.
Ava pulls Anvengen's Edge free from the sister's flesh, allowing her to drop onto the floor. She takes a deep breath, shuddering as an unfamiliar feeling washes over her. A foreign, sadistic glee not her own - the faintest remnants of a wicked soul roused by violence: Anvengen's Edge. First blood. "Anger?" she says, staring down at the quickly-growing crimson pool. "No, I'm sure whatever fiend they worshipped will be glad for more fresh souls."
Round 1: Ava quickly dashes towards the woman, her banner a silver streak as she thrusts Anvengen's Edge forward.
Ava enters the building as quietly as she can, taking care to keep an eye out for any sisters as she enters.
Having some ISP trouble, so might be a little patchy until it's sorted out. They say they're "down for scheduled maintainance", but it's the middle of the day... So I don't really know what's happening with that.
Ava gives the witch a nod. "As long as you can keep anybody from making a scene, it should be no problem. Two minutes." She pulls her hood of disguise up, her form quickly changing to match those of the sisters they just saw. "And be ready - if we can catch these sisters off-guard, all the better." With that, she slinks to whichever door is most out-of-sight, quietly unfurling her tools to begin working on the lock.
"That sounds fine to me." Ava says, nodding. "Though perhaps Signore Lucca would be willing to grant us access to the Venture-Captain's stony remains without a fight. I doubt he'd realize the significance."
"I think you might be right, Enko." she says, nodding at his observations. "In any case, we've got some questions to run by those pathfinders, should we come across them." Ava gathers up the papers, carefully wrapping them before placing them into her bag.
"We'll be back in a moment." Ava calls out to Caladius. She moves over to the bench, running her hand across the surface.
Ava gives Sabinus a pat on the back as he finally manages to open the door. "Got there in the end. Well done." she says. "Now, my turn."
Ava takes a step back, waiting for the wave to crest before leaping over the gap. She barely makes it, wincing as she hits the rocks, clinging onto the slippery surface. Waves crash over her legs as she pulls herself up and into the chamber, where she brushes herself off a little. "Ah, that hurt." Ava blinks, her eyes quickly adjusting to the dark. "Let's see what we have here..." Cavern:
"It's yours to do what you will." Ava says, handing it over to him.
Round 2: Ava quickly turns her attention to the shadow attacking Sabinus, leaning out from the boat slightly as she thrusts the glaive forward at the creature.
However, she overbalances and misses her stab, stepping back as she tries to regain her balance.
Round 1: Ava looses Avengen's Edge from its holster, swinging it around in front of her as she readies herself against an attack.
"Are you sure we've got the right place?" Ava calls out. "I'm not seeing anything at all."
"I can't see any sign of it." Ava says, peering out from over the boat's edge. "Caladius, any idea?"
Plrrrp. Looks like the servers ate my post. Ah well, it was just me failing a survival check; so I'll leave that to Caladius.
I might be unavailable for the next 48 hours, depending on whether or not I have access to the internet. If all else fails, I should be able to make brief posts from my phone.
"The high-class woman is a fun part to play." Ava says, nodding at Enko. "As for the wayfinder, I can cover whatever costs are required. But in saying that, it may be difficult to find. They're specialty objects made for the pathfinders, aren't they?" She folds her arms, considering the problem. "Maybe Dellano's heard of, or seen, one. It seems like the kind of curiosity that might end up in his hands. If he hasn't, I can talk to some people and see if there's any on the black markets or smuggling routes."
Ava remains quiet, trying to her best to absorb the information despite her thoughts laying elsewhere. No. It's time to focus on the matter at hand. She beats back her thoughts, and listens to Sabinus' theory. "I think you're on to something." She says with a nod. "Delvehaven itself probably holds the answers we need, but we're in no hurry. The lodge isn't going anywhere. I, for one, am itching to see what's been stashed away in Cutlass Cove all this time - Not to mention seeing it cleared could be... beneficial for those in my line of business in the future. And lets not forget about those Pathfinders - Knowledge is power after all. And the coin isn't bad either." She shoots Ailyn a half-smile.
Ava carefully looks over the ledgers, some small excitement growing in the pit of her stomach at the prospect of treasure. This venture would be a welcome change of pace from the frustrating and fruitless chase for Liesel. "We can start with gathering some information." She nods at Cornelius, as he begins to interrogate the severed head. "That's a start. We can see about those pathfinders afterwards. Ailyn said something about the candles being useful there."
Ava watches carefully as Sabinus puzzles out the box, giving a satisfied nod as he finally figures it out.
Though now barely able to keep her eyes open, Ava can't help but chuckle at the conversation. "Heh. Purple."
Yes indeed! Both of you have 3000+ left after buying from Dellano.
Caladius: "Brunhilde would agree. 'Ye cannae let your parents define who you are.' That's what she used to say." Ava stares down into her cup. "... A poor excuse to abandon a child, in retrospect."
"I've been tracking Liesel." Ava answers simply. "Or trying to, at least. She's been at the game as long as I have - almost three decades - and she's not making it easy." "She's always been better than me at these things, though. She was faster, smarter and definitely prettier. She had this sort of... grace, in both her body and her words, that I envied. I used to wish I could be like her... Tall. Slender. Beautiful. I guess I still do." She lifts her arm, gazing at her stocky dwarven hands as she opens and closes her fist. "But alas, I'm stuck with this unwieldy and... unappealing body. It makes the job difficult sometimes."
Yakopulio:
Ava rubs the back of her neck. "The General seems to think everything's powered by devils... and given what I've seen of the Knot, I wouldn't be surprised if it were true. Maybe the creatures have been feeling a bit testy lately and they don't have anyone with the talent to fix it. I'm no expert, but I would think some real skill would be needed for that kind of magic." Ava seems not to react to Caladius' approach, swirling the drink in her hand idly. Caladius: "Just... taking a break." she says simply. "Looking at the maps for so long made me dizzy, but the bright lights of the hall hurt my eyes." She takes a small sip from her cup, her eyes closed for a long while. She almost seems to be moving in slow-motion. "They say there are some dwarves who never see the light of the sun. Grey dwarves. Sometimes I wonder if their blood is in my veins."
Flextime, Yako:
"The power?" Ava mulls over the question. "I wouldn't be able to say. I wish I could understand the arcane a little better... But I've never been able to really grasp it. Maybe the Viscount would have a better idea." Ava's behaviour seems increasingly erratic during the interim. During daylight hours she plays the part of the socialite Lady Marina, disappearing into the city for hours at a time as she flits from place to place, lunching with actors and minor nobles of all stripes. She dines with the Visbaronetess, exchanging gossip and making derisive comments about the fashion sense of passers-by. To all who observe her, she seems perfectly happy. But by night, it seems that facade begins to fall away. Without her magical guise, her fatigue becomes apparent. Dark rings hang about her eyes, and she seems to have very little to say, spending much of her time poring over maps of Westcrown covered in annotations and thin red strings. When she does join her companions, very rarely is it without a mug in hand. Indeed, it seems very difficult for her to relax or enjoy anything at all while maintaining sobriety. She watches the others' interactions with a blank expression as the days unfold, trying to remember a time when she could find happiness in places other than a pouch of gold or the bottom of a tankard... But it seems that it had long since passed. Or had it? On the stage, there had been a moment where she had felt alive once more. The feel of eyes upon her, the metallic taste of blood and battle... The thrill seemed to pierce through her stony heart and awaken some semblance of true emotion. She longed to feel that sensation again, but at the same time every instinct she had, every hard lesson learned, told her to remain in the shadows, that she was a creature of darkness... That the spotlight was not for her. Shopping: Very early in the week, Ava dons the guise of Lady Marina and goes out shopping, seeking to purchase a +1 Mithril Agile Breastplate and Belt of Giant Strength with her pouch of ill-gotten platinum coins. At the smithy, she initiates a long-winded tale of her esteemed colleague from Absalom - a friend of both her and the Viscountess, in fact - who will be stopping in Westcrown for a few days, and happens to be in need of some of the finest armor in Cheliax. She goes on to pay in advance, stating that she needs to attend to some business, but her friend will be in the very next day to get fitted properly.
The following day, she'll don her usual form to meet with Signor Dellano and enquire about getting a Belt of Giant's Strength as well as head to the smithy and get the fittings done. While she's out and about, she'll also pick up a masterwork lance and a banner. Later in the week, she'll go shopping for wands as Marina - Picking up one of Lesser Restoration with the communal funds, subtly implying it's to nullify the after-effects of late-night parties at the Visbaronettess' estate, amongst others.
Craft wondrous would save us a lot of money in our down-time, but I fear that it will simply take too long to make the higher-level items in the long run unless we get whole weeks off for crafting.
I think Ava might be the only one who can use it to full effect, with Divine Favour being a Personal range spell. This level sees significant upgrades to her martial abilities with the power attack bump and enough gold for some shiny equipment, and that +3/+3 might even let her be a full-on frontliner alongside Lucon. If that's the case, I might even choose (glaive) for weapon focus.
"What would we do without you?" Ava says, neatly piling the gold into the coffers. "And the way that man lives? I'm not sure he'd even notice it's gone." Ava chuckles, then goes on to describe the luxuries of the manor, from the lavish feasts to the fiend-powered utilities. "It's almost obscene how wealthy he is. Oh, what I'd give for that kind of money. One day, Yako... One day..."
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