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Blink nodded. "I'll caste Haste on whoever wants it before we head in."
She had no idea what the forgers were, but Blink snuck back to the others to report. "I think I found some kind of forge. It's still working, it seems, which I can't imagine they'd be doing during an attack unless it was important. Do you want to charge in, or shall I lure them out so we can fight out here?"
Blink did so, hoping nothing exploded in her face. Once she was sure there were no invisible axe-wielding minotaur spellcasters lurking behind the door, she began to move along the passages length. Hopefully it's secret nature would meant they hadn't thought to trap it.
Blink took a deep breath, trying to focus after the hideous message and the all-encompassing, soul-crushing guilt that came with it. She examined the door to try and figure out how to open it, and if it was trapped. Hopefully it didn't involve the standard loose stone/torch/manacle lock.
Sniffing, Blink replied, "One of the masters of this place. A necromancer, I think."
"...someone needs to buy this one a pen." Blink said, looking around. "I mean, if he had..a..." Slowly, the scout wound down. She just kept slowly looking around at the desecrated remains, her already pale skin becoming more and more sallow. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. If she'd been faster, if she'd been better, if they hadn't had to stop so often because she'd been hurt or wounded and had just been able to press on one more room they could have saved these people. Just one more room...
Shaking off her momentary reverie of the room full of very dead minotaurs, Blink looks around. "OK, let's do this clockwise. It worked before." She stretched, feeling the freshest batch of scars, and headed to the door to the East, and checked it for traps.
Oh crud, I'm sorry! Paizo hasn't been notifying me of any posts in Gameplay since my last post. Let me get all caught up and I'll go post.
I haven't added back my HP from resting overnight, but yeah, I'll probably want healing.
But then what would I have to moan about? Other than the weather. ...there is always the weather.
Well, I was still intending to scout - it's what Blink is good at. Also, moan about being debuffed. Because slowly driving everyone to madness with a continuous low grumble is very British. But if we wanna arrange some kinda standard modus operandi so we can speed things along, that might help.
"Not worrying in the slightest," Blink muttered as she looked at the doors and moved up to them. She moved cautiously, scanning the area for traps and pitfalls and rather hoping that she was not going to end up getting stabbed with anything poisonous, diseased, cursed or magical as soon as she reached the doors.
Blink looked at Valissa blurrily. "That sounds...kinda spooky, actually. I think I get into enough trouble without any invites to share my mind." She took the rations anyway, but eyed in like it might explode and offer her a deal for her soul at any moment.
I swapped out going super fast for hitting super hard, so I'm good.
...I thought it was just yourself and Valissa that was joining us this time?
Blink nodded and drew what she'd seen in a rough outline, noting what remained of the defences and damage to the structure and defences of the building.
...*Whimpers is abject terror.* I know Blink is probably the weakest in terms of actual combat utility and survival since she's built with two squishy classes. I just need to work on using my powers to avoid being attacked less in the first rather than tanking hits that do happen, as I have neither the saves nor AC to make that viable.
"The upper levels are clear," Blink responded as she sat down and stretched her legs out tiredly, "And we've explored the first level of the dungeon. Unfortunately, the enemy has apparently pulled back its defenders to the next level. There were some especially vindictive minotaurs." Rubbing her eyes for a moment, she added, "We also recovered the banner, the Sword of Valour, but can't do much with it until the fortress is fully in our hands."
Blink would like to stop being affected by every status effect Pathfinder has, and a few that I suspect Samnell made up made up just to keep it interesting for me. However, that would involve me not rolling terribly, and I think we all know that's not likely to happen.
But is it the nice list or the naughty list? I did once have my party find a fat guy in red unconcious in a cell. Or maybe it was dead? I am quite mean. And speaking of mean, my party looted the sack he was carrying. It seemed to be a modified sack of holding with an unlimited number of random wooden toys...
We seem to spend a lot of time underground, so you might not wanna go for the flying mount. We're underground right now! ...I got beat up again.
"Weak. Wounded. I think I'll be OK if I can get the worst of my injuries treated." She shrugged tiredly.
Blink leaned against the wall. "I feel terrible." She paused, considering. "Again."
Still in no shape to fight, Blink cast Haste on Galin as well.
I'd like to continue. Of the options to continue, I'll pick the option that recruits new folks - share the love, many, share the love. ...I will agree that it's bee a f***ing awful year. I just lost my mother. But I like the game, I like the players, and I enjoy having you as a GM Samnell.
Blink was having none of this 'being grappled' business, and simply vanished out the creatures arms and back up the stairs. She was a little surprised that the bulky minotaurs had managed to dodge the pit, but that was an issue for another day. With a flick and a word she cast a spell on Staeve, granting him Haste.
Crying out as the various ferocious attacks obliterated her health, Blink jumped out of the close combat as quickly as she could. Glaring at the one that had just axed her, she waved a hand at the thing and opened a pit beneath its feet.
Blink headed down the stairs, hoping nothing would explode this time.
Blink started at the stairs for a moment. She double checked the stairs to make sure there weren't more screamy hellish runes.
Feeling much better and less like she'd had a good portion of her lifeforce and soul sucked out of her by an especially vicious pair of undead monsters Blink checked out the stairs, looking for traps. The problem with going slowly and resting when needed was that it gave the defenders the chance to prepare defences. ...although given the lack of organized responses it didn't seem like whoever was in command had noticed the loss of the upper levels yet, or didn't care. Which was odd, but they weren't leaving many survivors, and daemons and there worshippers didn't seem the sort to really care much about others of there ilk.
Refreshed, Blink considered there position over breakfast. "Should we move some of the army into the secured areas, and have them start purifying the more tainted parts, repairing the defences and the like? We won't be able to break the whole thing, but it'll help to get things up and running faster once we break the last levels, and will give the bulk of our forces - and ourselves - somewhere to fall back to."
Blink nodded. "Sounds good to me. I could do with getting rid of this lingering whatever it is that's making me feel so drained." She nodded to Galin. "Although that made me feel a fair bit better, thank you."
Thank you for the kind words.
Unfortunately, it's not the kind that has a good ending. I'm afraid my mother has cancer, and things are getting more severe, so due to a recent and sudden decline, I'm heading off to see her. Just in case, as it were.
I'm afraid I won't be around Saturday and Sunday, as I have a family emergency to deal with.
"Just the evil staircase left," Blink said cheerfully, padding softly back to the area. "Is everyone OK to continue? Those ghost things were unpleasant, to say the least."
Blink sighed and wiped her forehead before she started checking the area for anything useful. She'd just have to wait until the spell wore off to check the minotaurs.
Aiming at the fallen minotaur, Blink cast Glitterdust. They weren't going to sneak off so easily.
In her current state Blink didn't want to get to get caught by the monsters, and so stayed behind the bars, casting Snowball to weaken them some more.
Nodding, Blink grinned and used one of her arcane abilities to once again blur into the shadows and move towards the two monsters to attack them.
If they were still there, she focused for a moment, reaching into her spell components pouch for a small stalagmite shaped crystal. Shards of ice errupted from beneath the creatures.
As tempting as it was to strike before they even knew she was there, Blink was reasonably sure she could sneak up on them again. Instead she snuck back to the others and informed them, "There are two minotaurs eating the other residents of the cells. I wanted to warn you before trying to attack them."
Letting out her breath in a slow stream, Blink moved to examine the bars themselves. There should be a way through, or something behind them, to make the magic worthwhile.
If there was no other obvious way in and no obvious danger, Blink would use Shift to pop in and check it out.
Trying to focus her eyes, Blink used Detect Magic to try and work out if this was a Trap, or perhaps something else. A trap she could, perhaps, break. Something else and she was going to need some help.
Blink glanced down, wrinkling her nose. "I suspect that is where we need to go, but do we want to finish exploring this floor?"
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