Cеlif's page

Sad news indeed. Thank you for letting me/us know.

I, too, have enjoyed this immensely, despite not being able to play as much and as consistently as I'd've liked. Even so, short of our local "live" group, this is the longest-running game I've ever been in.

Story Master, thank you so much for all the effort you obviously put into this campaign. I do hope we'll have the chance to resume someday but, in the meantime, here's wishing you all the best, both in regards to your new endeavor and to your health.

Celif shakes her head. "Septimus doesn't endorse such. Excepting crossbow bolts and my dagger, what I have is blunted."

Re: Joining Imowen, Celif is, yes.

Celif quietly confers with Nästród as they wait. "If we think these things are inherently evil I can ask Septimus for communal protection for our entire group; it will last for some time. Almost anything else i can do is on an individual basis."

Sorry for going quiet, got thrown a curve-ball. Should be back now.

"Agreed."

"Do we have the strength and numbers for that? Even if we march in the front we'll still need to cover the back somehow."

Good job, Imowen!

"We need to get to the bottom of what's going on around here. Do you think they're involved, or just taking advantage of the situation?"

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

"Not kill him, certainly!" Celif protests, seemingly offended at the very thought. "But we could have kept him with us briefly, or put magicks to use." She shrugs as she watches him run away. "Moot now."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Celif asks with a frown. "He may try to warn the others."

For everyone, I think. There's a big red notice/apology on the main page. Apparently Paizo's getting a huge influx of new users (which is a good thing). I just now got a "goblins in the server" page as well, so they may have moved to new/additional servers or something to help with the load. I guess we'll see.

I've personally had additional difficulties connecting thanks to the cell towers here being clogged (in response to a wave of tornadoes).

Celif stands quietly by, arms crossed, trying to look menacing.

Thomi... I know that name... :o)

Celif approaches as well, moving to stand within the scoundrel's field of vision. She nods her head slowly, solemnly. She looks at Flug with an expression of concern. "It is true," she breathes to the frozen man. "I have seen... things. Horrible things." She closes her eyes and shudders.

All technically true. ;o)

Bluff as Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Celif would like to delay/ready an action. If Bandito D succumbs to Flug's will, then she'll just hold. If he manages to block that and tries to bolt, she'll move the Spiritual Weapon (MA) and attack (SA). I haven't been adding the Bless so far but if it's still going, feel free. :o)

Spiritual Weapon (Force Mace): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

3 rounds remain.

"Now throw down your weapons and stop this foolishness!" Celif shouts as one of the bandits hits the ground. "Don't make me ask Septimus to drop more of you!"

Hopefully E's not dead dead...

"Now that's not very nice!" Celif shouts back as she stands her ground and directs her spiritual weapon to attack again.

Spiritual Weapon (Force Mace): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

I can't see the map from here. Attack same bandito as before unless unable, in which case move to the next most distant.

4 rounds remain.

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Celif begins an invocation and raises her arms from her sides, palms up. Bringing them together over her head, she pushes her palms forward and spreads them. In the distance (near bandito E if she can see him; otherwise whichever is the farthest she can see) the air near one of the ambushers shimmers and coalesces into a translucent mace, which immediately strikes at the enemy.

Spiritual Weapon (Force Mace): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 (Strikes as spell so bypasses DR, etc.)

5 rounds remain

"GAH!"

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Celif sinks to her knees, then sits on her heels as she lowers her head and offers a brief prayer over the body.

Stealth (with backpack on): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Celif nods. "Whoever it was deserves a proper burial too, though the ground's probably frozen too hard for that," she opines as she moves to help Imowen.

"Well this is less than pleasant," Celif frowns as she looks towards the frozen limbs. "Do you suppose it's another trap?"

Celif rolls her eyes. "Now why didn't I think of that!"

Celif frowns as she thinks for a moment. "Not from here that I can think of. Unless you want me to summon something big and extraplanar to stand next to you, so you can grab onto it?"

She frowns again. "No, wait; I didn't prepare that this morning!"

Celif gingerly ventures out onto the ice again to help Nästród...

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

... and quickly plops on her rump. Embarrassed but not surprised -- she is a klutz after all, and it was her good fortune the first time that surprised her -- she crawls the short distance back to land.

"Nästród," she calls out after clambering to her feet, "are you alright? I can't easily get to you from here!"

Owie, that's a Celif roll, right there...

Geez, you guys! And Celif a klutz with a heavy backpack. Okay, here goes...

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Celif shrugs. "Why that way in particular?"

"Careful, careful! It might be a... snow elemental or something!"

Celif studies the sign thoughtfully. "We're on a sanctioned mission. Would we be considered trespassers?"

"Poor thing," Celif says as she hovers behind Imowen, vigorously rubbing the woman's upper arms to help her warm up.

"The thing I don't understand," she says thoughtfully as she works, "is that stag. It said it was there to warn us of coming dangers. But... why? Why was it there? To whom or what was it beholden? Perhaps it was even an illusion; I was so stunned I didn't think to check."

Looks like I got back about five hours too late; I was going to have Celif strike a heatstone to warm Imowen. But for future reference she does have one (only one) if we need it.

And yes, a joyous and fruitful 2016 to all!

Sorry gang, O/T at work is really sucking up all my time. Closer to the end of it than the beginning, though...

Celif gasps and shivers uncontrollably, barely managing to complete an involved hand gesture before reflexively hugging herself and rubbing her arms in an effort to warm up.

Invoking Prayer. +1 luck bonus to allies and -1 luck penalty to foes for just about everything INCLUDING damage for six rounds. (Range is 40' radius.)

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"What? Where?"

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"If we needed confirmation of fey involvement," Celif says as she studies the fetishes, "I'd say we have it." She looks around as a shiver runs through her... though whether from the cold or something else, it was hard to say.

Let's try that knowledge thing again...

Celif carefully studies a few of the fetishes.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"Well now that we have more to go by than 'red eyes,' let's see." So saying, Celif cautiously moves closer to the creature...

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

... but it doesn't seem to match any drawings or descriptions she can recall.

Initiative : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

I had earlier stated/requested to Ready Bless for the first sign of trouble; any chance that could go ahead and fire?

Also, VERY strong odds I won't be able to post again until late tomorrow. Bot as necessary.

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Celif shakes her head in resignation. "I don't know, Imowen. There are so many creatures and manifestations with red eyes, it's hard to say without more details. I can't think of any one specific thing tied to cold, ice, snow, winter..." She trails off with a shrug.

Sorry all, connection went out at home again. Trying to post during a few spare moments at work. Bear with me please, bot if necessary.

"That quill I picked up on the island seems to have some ability to foretell if we need it," she comments to Imowen as she thinks back over her studies for anything about red-eyed creatures.

Kn:Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Kn;Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Kn:Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Kn:Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"I think the odds are against it," Celif says as she squints in the direction Imowen indicated, "but alright."

Celif will Ready to invoke Bless on the first hostile action.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

"Sure," replies Celif. "As long as no one else needs any?" she adds as she looks around at the others.

I'll add a dozen bolts to Celif's inventory (Imowen, you can take a lucky 13, haha). If anyone else wants some, speak up and I'll adjust accordingly.

Celif studies the array of gear, then looks back at the area around the carriage. "Many guards," she says thoughtfully. "Whatever this is, it's not a pushover. We'll need to be cautious."

Celif clambers back to her feet and woozily brushes herself off. "Not carefully enough, it would seem," she observes in dry tones.

"Also: 'Ow.'"

Since there doesn't appear to be any other immediate danger, she invests time in individual attention rather than asking for mass aid from Septimus. In the order you listed us, Story Master, so as not to have the appearance of dice fudging:

CLW=>Imowen: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW=>Celif: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW=>Flug: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Celif eyes the chest, then looks at Imowen. "I suppose you're going to open that. I wonder what's going to leap out and attack us this time?"

Hey gang, my group is now into heavy overtime at work. I may not be able to post during the workday for a while, but will try to get at least one post up in the evening unless I'm totally burned out.

This shouldn't last more than another couple of weeks. Story Master, feel free to bot Celif if necessary to keep things moving. Thanks!

Turning to Celif, I say,"Thanks for the healing! I needed that."

"Well I don't think we're done quite yet!" Celif replies with a smile as she pulls out a wand and applies it.

Cure Light Wounds=>Imowen: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Harumph. Imowen is now down 8.
Cure Light Wounds=>Imowen: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Good heavens. Down 6.
Cure Light Wounds=>Imowen: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Unbelievable. Imowen is now down 3.

Celif pauses to shake the wand next to her ear. "I think this new wand might be defective!"

Cure Light Wounds=>Flug: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Flug is now down 3.

Celif cringes as Flug takes a hit even more vicious than the one suffered by Imowen. She holds her ground as the rogue dispatches the nearest zombie, and sweeps her hands up and out as she calls on the benevolence of Septimus.

Channel Energy (healing intent): 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 6) = 14 Both Flug and Imowen are within range.

I need to check distances for a healing effort but I can't access the map from here. I'll post a move when I get home this evening. Sorry about the resulting delay.

Sigh. Shoulda interfered. Imowen, we need to talk. :o/

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Undead!" Celif manages to call out.

A bit concerned that Imowen is preparing to open the carriage by herself, Celif moves to join her (but doesn't interfere).