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Awn's lips purse and eyebrows rise in appreciation of the concept as outlined by Jen and Guthruc. "I admit I had not considered the military value of our waterways. We feed them, they fight. They eat, they serve. We kill, they eat. I think it benefits us all..."
Awn looks at them doubtfully. "I have little faith that they are interested in contributing meaningfully to a confederated kingdom of sentient creatures. I think they eat, reproduce and die. Locally. I'm not sure that extends to travelling, nor joining in...anything beyond that. He looks up at his companions. "What do you think?"
That looks great Iorskan. Though I do see that perhaps some of the NPCs you mention may not be suitable OR up for it. Personally, as mentioned before I had wanted Awn to be the Diplomat, but if we reflavor High "Priest" as High Prophet he'd be tickled...green. Awesome interpretations of bright and dark btw... My only real concern is with Akiros. My non-existant spidey sense tingles when I see his name. If only I paid more attention to our intel from Happs to work out just who he was/what his connection to Stag Lord was... (Oh yeah, I can search the thread for "Akiros"...but Awn can't. Then again, Awn doesn't have a reason not to trust Akiros...yet)
Awn blinks as the captain speaks. "Well said Captain Garess. I guess in making the rich tapestry of life our patchwork runs quite ragged. Perhaps you shall be the darning needle to keep the warp and weft aligned." mangles the woodborn gently.
The Stag Lord's lifeforce ebbs and pulses. Awn noticeably shifts physically - his bulk expanding and a dark stream tracing thtoughout his form until it encapsulates the woodborn. The characteristic grin is gone, now, just a dark Bright Awn.
Awn sniffs the weft of causality, like a fatehound sensing the winds of change. It is here. A crux. A moment. Clarity. He steps forward and stabs at the man with T'lass. "Here".
Awn sniffs the weft of causality, like a fatehound sensing the winds of change. It is here. A crux. A moment. Clarity. He steps forward and stabs at the man with T'lass. "Here".
[+2 from second sight as immediate action...]
Awn chases after his companions, feeling the tide of battle almost as a tacit wave. Sensing that the tide might shift either way, and that a greater battle might shift that tide their way he adjusts the warp of fate accordingly.
No, Awn walks a path now shadow'd. Kill them all. Consider it done. 4 uses of second sight left. (Actually maybe more seeing as he leveled up...will check later...
Awn flies up the stairs, well, not fly flies, more moves swiftly flies. At any rate, or...a fast rate...he moves...fast. Up. The stairs. The woodborn concentrates hard...,causing the Stag Lords forces to get in each other's way, be seemingly in the wrong place at the right time for their enemies....or in the right place at the wrong time for their friends... Move Action: Up we go!
Wait, Sneeg is dead? [rushes off to read Gameplay] Oh. Ok. Will level up and post in Gameplay in the next few hours. Level 4 means...spells!!!
I don't think we need to know HP, IF we are given narrative/descriptive clues along the way to reflect relative health/damage done. Posting AC is probably a handy tool so we can narratively explain things when they hit or miss, and it might actually help Awn with his narrative-jamming (and Abaos too). Though some enemies might have interrupts/immediates that could also stop us. Definitely tricky in PbP, but where things are simple, by all means post the relevant AC.
Finally seeing a reason to move, Awn shifts the passage of immediate time, quickening those about him. He rushes after the rushing girl, rushily. Free Action: Drop Aura of Second Sight
Awn watches as the wizard *puffs* into smoke and disappears. He sighs. For some reason, he ardently wished to...kill... that man. Perhaps he will be afforded the opportunity again. Bereft of meaningful options, the woodborn tries to assist Dharak in chopping into Howlers... "Dharak - there, under the...yes. There. Ish."
@DM - actually reading Aura of Second Sight again again, I can only use it for free once per turn, which totally makes it next to useless in PbP. Awn (I) would need to interject after something happens (a dice roll), and then attempt to improve it.
The hairsbreadth contraction of Awn's eyes and the greater fading of his wolf smile attest to his dismay that Sneeg knows exactly who he is. If there is one thing a soothsayer doesn't like, it's his enemy saying...sooth. He reacts accordingly, stabbing again...knowing innately that his own effort is fateful enough to strike the burly spellcaster... [+2 Str, +2 BAB, +1 enhancement]
Awn used two uses before enacting the aura, and has expended two since then...updating my Gameplay post now...
Just going through Awn's posts to find ut how many uses of second sight he used before swapping to Aura of Second sight. He used the +2 version (which actually consumes a use during that Aura) twice - once for Guthruc's jump (if he saw that) and once just now.
Awn looks down at Sneeg. The woodborn smiles, a wolfish crease in his features that appears to be mostly teeth and illwill. "Hello Falgrim." Then stabs at the man with his blade. (+2 Str, +2 BAB, +1 enhancement)
His smile falters, and he wrenches the stuff of fate, attempting to drive the point of his blade closer to the fallen wizard. Immediate Action: Second sight (+2 due to Aura of second sight)
@DM: yeah, I was thinking it was in line with a Bard's inspire courage, but that is about the limit of my rules fu - I'm not sure what the designer was thinking given the parameters of the ability and the availability of immediate actions or the limits thereof within the action economy. But sure, let's go with what you and I think it should be now, ;)
Ooh, ooh!!! Pick my post to reply to as your post-for-the-day!!!
Not cognisant of the creature in the wall, and unable to successfully impact the battle with Sneeg, Awn decides to wait where he is. Sorely tempted to ascend the stairs to ascertain the situation above, the woodborn wisely stays put lest he disturb or alert even more foes...
Boohoo, that totes-makes-sense-in-story Chaos Beast we never met that I planned to ride into battle (it resplendently arrayed in adamithriltantrium barding, Awn in a lap-lap and wooden armor) is off the table then? Dang, Awn better cosy up to a tree, or something. Any of the trees near the Stag Lord's crib look like they know how to wield elven curve blades? I mean, apart from Awn.
[b]Immediate Action[/i]: Second Sight! +1 to make Will Save...
If only being in another timezone were my reason for lacklustre posting! Awesome picture DM!!!! Awn looks cool, and I love Guthruc's face! Jen looks suitably wistful/mystified (wistified? mystful?), Ozzy right at home with her family and Abaos has just the right amount of "whelp!?!?" Fantastic. Except Iorskan. Iorskan needs to be much bigger. And covering most of us with his majesty. Which is bigger. And better. Than all of us. Much bigger. And better. Let's make the Broken Stolen Kingdom Lands Great Again.
My dreams are not this glimmering, nor as active! the woodborn muses, finally free of smoke, gas and web. Something appears to be happening in the cell to the northeast, but Awn cannot see a reason to investigate it with everyone and their maternal grandmother already there. Shaking out T'lass in the way an aristocrat might straighten a crumpled hat or cravat, Awn quickly doubles down on his control of fate, and moves to the bottom of the stairs to provide a guard to the party's rear...err...back. Free Action: End aura of whatever it was before
Aura of Second Sight:
Once per turn while this aura is in effect, the seer may use his second sight class ability without expending a use of second sight. If you spend a use of second sight to use your second sight ability while this aura is active, the bonus is increased by +1. This applies only to the basic use of second sight, not other class abilities, feats, or other prophecies that spend second sight (except for improved second sight).
What Iorskan said. Awn knows naught of wizardry or summonsing, but he knows, through the power of dreams, that perhapsmaybeoneday a great dragon could potentially be a great wreaker of havoc.
Yep. I'm lost in the whole initiative discussion. Which is fine.
Awn grapples with his current problem. He's been approaching this all wrong. Rather than try to escape like water, he tries to force, like a root bursting rock...
He frees himself, then attempts to move...but finds himself still rooted to the spot.
Awn sighs. As if this was going the way anyone expected. The woodborn tries to move north...the vapors do not trouble him, but the web holds him fast...
Sorry again. I'm fine with DM rolling my saves/checks if I'm being slow. As for initiative, use whichever is quicker for the PbP format when it is relevant to do so. If not so sensitive on time - use regular initiative; where it really will help speed things up - use whatever is expedient.
Bright Awn sees the strange fog, hears the web. He knows this is metaphorically but the weave in pure, physical form. He moves surely to meet it. Free Action: Drop aura of alacrity
Awn considers Happs' question. The woodborn's smile fades and he scrunches one eye, part wink, part signal to Jen that he intentionally disengaged from their impromptu ocular challenge. "Definitely not botanic. As for her loyalty, given her state, probable duration of incarceration and the answers she's given to questions posed...as well as the likelihood of the Stagnant Lord OR his cronies being witful enough to arrange such erudite chicanery...I would say no. Not a plant." The smile returns. "Which isn't to say she doesn't have an agenda or that she's completely trustworthy. Then again, who smong our ragged band of liars, cheats, ne'erdowells and ruffians is?" The wink follows.
Perhaps it was the shadows, or Jen's incarceration. Or perhaps it was all the weird personages that came after that confused her as to what entered before. One moment she was talking to Ozzy, and the next she remembered that the man seemingly made of roots and branches and wait, what...weird smooth skin...and flowers had been there for some time. He was wyrd. Like a piece of wyrd, perhaps folded in on itself, upside down. Twice. And then flattened and elongated and then rolled up into a wedge of possibility. At least that was what his eyes felt like. Because he was staring right at her. With a heady mix of nonchalance - the kind of nonchalance you are born with - and imperturbable...stillness. Which would be unsettling if he didn't then suddenly break out into a gickshit eating grin. Which was great, because then his eyes went back to...normal. For a tree. Then again, for Jen, as a tiefling, normal left a loooong time ago. Essentially, he wore a loincloth. Less essentially, but more practically the bark and roots covering his torso created armor. A blade, elf-curved jutted insouciantly from a scabbard at his hip. Mostly he stood. And watched. "I'm Awn. And you, you are the Change."
Awn watches with keen interest as Abaos approaches the fiendish woman, and with a distinct lack of weaponry or guile. A new strand is wound and woven into the tapestry...
Welcome Jen Undrell!
Is there a diplomat role? I can only think of that for Awn.
I'm happy to have more chaos added to the crew. |
