Thoroughly (and apparently needlessly) distracted looking over his shoulder to gauge the well-being of Marius, Burian fails to score a clean hit against his current foe.
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"Marius! Can you hold out a few more seconds?!" Burian attempts the same combination of attacks which felled the previous gargoyle... slash, grab, and squeeze....
Burian whips his hair at the attacking gargoyle. It wraps around the beasts waist.
The quick and explosive chaos within a delicate situation throws Burian off a moment.
After the blast from Marius, Burian notes the direction the battle is taking, and scales the stone in front of him. Welt shimmers for a brief moment, then suddenly swells to a slightly larger - significantly more muscled form.
Spotting the lowest platform, Burian makes his way to the shallow water. As he does, he utters a few words to Welt - an unintelligible dark speech and the name Ghirrak .. who floats up next to the half-orc.
Burian swims to a spot central to all of his allies, and quickly weaves a spell... a faint golden light emanates from his body, and encompasses all for a brief moment.
Burian draws his wand and begins healing.
"I'm confident in my swimming ability."
"Though the gargoyles are likely related, the beast which hunts us is still here. I'm sure of it... very likely watching us now."
DM: I'm basing that on my Knowledge roll... As far as I know, gargoyles can't do what the "beast" did to me.
As his feet leave the ground, Burian winces with pain as he looks at his attacker.
After murmuring an arcane phrase and gesturing, his form becomes raw electricity which leaps out of the creature's grasp and through the gargoyle to the east.
With some effort, Burian climbs to firm ground.. clearly shaken by the experience. Welt scans the edge of the jungle with his back arched and emitting a low growl.
Burian nods to Sunny and Marius in gratitude as he dons the rest of his gear.. overly warm yet prepared for a fight. He looks toward the crew "We cannot leave them." "There are more than one of these creatures.. they have language, and they are not from here. They are clearly supernatural.. profane.. somehow able to subvert my arcane abilities."
Stripped down to his body wrap and trousers, Burian's hair weaves into a parasol as they travel under the hot sun. In the morning after breakfast he spends time with Welt. After scritches and fur brushing, they perform an arcane ritual. Dark mottled mist rises in a circle. Welt becomes partially insubstantial.. merging with the mist. Burian's eyes turn dark - a pinhole light like a distant star within as he communes with the unfathomable cosmos. "Is this stalking creature indigenous to the area?"
Burian lobs a bead onto the beach.. in a puff of smoke, it becomes a campfire. He begins pulling his cooking kit from his haversack, and sets up a cooking rack above the flame. Welt sniffs at the nearest crab.. ".. smells alright...", then returns to Burian's side, and curls up. ".. wake me when it's ready... please don't over-spice.."
Burian draws his wand and approaches Sunny.
Burian sloshes through the shallow water toward the crab squishing Sunny. Once within range, he lashes out with his hair.
Seeing the brutal pincering inflicted upon Sunny, Burian rushes to Welt. He gestures and murmurs until his palm glows. He places his hand on the silvanshee, who immediately darts to the tawny elf - using its blinding flight speed to circle around the massive crab.
Burian holds his position, and whips at the crab again with his silvery locks.
Burian secures his footing in the shallows, and strikes with more precision and force.
Burian moves in a little closer, then whips his hair at the crab.
After having some time for the guilt to fade - their recent difficulties stemming from his choices. Burian considers their options, and suggests...
Welt floats above the water's surface as Burian wades in.
Taking level in Eldritch Knight
Still in a panic and badly bruised, Burian whips his hair ineffectively at the final mummy.
Burian pulls a wand from his belt. He begins to wave it.. and reaches out to Welt.
With his hair raised in tendrils ready to strike, Burian rushes in, and moves for the opposite side of the sarcophagus.
Burian repositions a couple steps, and gestures with a murmured arcane phrase. In a flash of light, His body becomes pure electricity, and passes through the mummy... returning to his natural form next to Sunny.
Burian strafes to get a better of view of Bryson and Ghirrak.
Burian continues his assault on the mummy between Sunny and himself.
Burian whips his hair about in a panicked flurry...
Burian casts a protective spell, as he backpedals... his heart thumps hard as the mummies close in around them.
Burian enters - keeps a bit of distance from Bryson, and moves his dancing lights to cast plenty of light from above as he inspects the walls. A second set of light globes emerge from his cat, Welt, and float further down the hall.
Burian calmly responds “We are here to clear the way.”
Burian gestures and chants until his free hand faintly glows, he reaches out and touches Sunny.
"Certainly Sunny. You're right... let's see what's here, and deal with it."
Burian rushes up behind Ghirrak to support. His silvery locks wildly whirl about his head.. ready to strike.
Burian steps back and heals himself with a faintly glowing hand.
Burian steps up beside Ghirrak, draws his cutlass, and whips at the centipede with his silvery locks.
Burian sends his dancing lights in a wide arc attempting to coax whatever might be lurking out of hiding.
Burian's eyes emit a pale glow as he inspects the spear and rod.
"I could send Welt back to investigate... unlikely he will be seen." Welt turns to mist, and disappears back down the tunnel.
Having sustained significant wounds, Burian cautiously withdraws as well.
Burian darts up next to the professor.. he splits his braids and attempts to deflect any attacks against him.
Burian breathes deep.. considering for a moment.
An androgynous velvety voice comes from Welt the cat.
The old lady reminds Burian of his past aboard the Ponderous Mist.. the witches whose old magics did not resemble what you'd find in most spellbooks. Though the power may have come from a dark place, they weren't all necessarily evil. The hag to whom he'd felt closest said more than once "There're far more grey areas than what can be judged as black and white." Burian lowers his hood, and as his long hair quickly braids itself, he bows "Thank you, Queen Lithira. Your hospitality is appreciated."
"There is something... something about the style of these structures within the ruins. Can't quite place it."
Burian follows along, and the black cat Welt silently pads behind... also curiously sniffing and peering around.
Burian strides up to the terror bird engaged with Ghirrak, and whips his hair again.
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