Calathes The Summoner's page

"It is that bond that allows such understanding." As Calathes states. "He is a fine specimen though. And many eidolons out there are based on what we have seen before, or a reflection of ourselves. But that was before the new ways summoners figured out how to infuse planar energies into them. Now a days, we seen summoners being influenced by those same planar energies. Be them celestial or fiendish. Or even across the chaotic and lawful spectrum!" The half-elf sighs. He waves his hand to dissuade concern. "No matter. As you probably can guess, I am from the time before the world discovered the planar way of summoning eidolons. As you can plainly see by Crimson." He gestures to the draconic eidolon beside him where it chomps down on another steak and looks confused for a bit when everyone stares at it. Calathes chuckles at the sight.

He turns back to Joel. "Anyway, I am curious. I must ask, what does Otherland evoke to you Joel? Or for that matter.." He gestures to the whole room and addresses every summoner in attendance. "What does your own Eidolon evoke... Feel to you? Hm?" Calathes smiles wide.

"Ah, greetings Miss Saiville. And yes, I do remember both you, and Legacy at Lady Avelina's gathering." Calathes bends down to shake the hand of the Wayang. He stands straight again as Crimson the eidolon moves around to his side and bows its head. "Though I believe you haven't met Crimson. He is my ally in our adventures of so long ago." Calathes sighs a bit with a slight shrug.

Regaining himself, he gives a warm smile towards the Wayang. "Anyway, looks like this is positively becoming a gathering of people that have partners bound to them." He turns and gestures to the barkeep. "I'll have a decent sized cask of ale, and a few mugs if you don't mind, and my partner here would like some steak."

Summoner gathering? Alright!
A half-elven man carrying different paperworks, walks over to a clear table in the room. After depositing the paperwork onto the table, he looks around the room. He raise an eyebrow and wonders what is going on. Huh? Is everyone here a summoner of some sort? Hm, wonder if they are aether or outsider summoners.

Kn. Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Kn. Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

He nods as if agreeing to something. He pulls out a little vial of crimson liquid and pours a little bit onto the floor. He seems to be focusing on something for a minute as a draconic creature comes into existence next to him, over where he poured the liquid onto the floor.

"Right, looks like something interesting has happened. Crimson, what do you think?" As he gestures to the people and eidolons in the room.

The Half-Elven man wearing green and purple walks forward and produces his invite. "Greetings. I received this invite, and I brought my Eidolon and a friend of mine I know when I was recruited. My name is Calathes Rudure." He gestures to himself with a slight bow, then he gestures to the draconic creature. "This is Crimson. He is my eidolon and partner in our adventures." He then gestures to the person in mithril fullplate. "And this is Dorian. She hails from Osirion and she likes her armor far too much. Anyway, thank you for inviting us."

Calathes's Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Crimson's Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Crimson notices what the fox is doing and points it out to Calathes. "Master, it looks like it wrote the mark of the open road."

Calathes takes a look, though it is hard for him to see, he agrees with Crimson. "I believe you are right, release the fox."

Crimson sighs and then somewhat stands up on its hind legs and releases the fox, letting it drop to the ground. Crimson takes a few steps back, Crimson makes a 5ft step back away from the fox. And sits back down. "There you go."

Crimson noticing the fox attempting to get through his hard scales to no effect. He somewhat laughs, somewhat growls at the little fox. "Okay, that is enough. Time to stop biting." He lands with a loud thump on the ground and attempts to muzzle the fox.
Grapple to Pin: 1d20 + 14 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 14 + 5 = 37

After managing to make the little fox to stop biting, Crimson turns to Calathes. "Master, what do we do about the fox?"

Calathes shrugs then looks towards any one else that is nearby. "Does anyone know if anyone is missing a fox?"

"Grah!" Crimson roars and leaps into the air. 5ft diagonal flight. He then tries to grab the fox once again.
CMB to grapple: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27 The sudden movement may have caused the fox to loose balance as Crimson claws enclose around the fox once again.
I got a feeling that has caught the fox

Calathes looks on in disbelief at what is unfolding. "Crimson..."

Crimson lets out a growl as the fox attempts to climb onto him. Realizing this, Crimson tries to grapple the fox again.
CMB to Grapple: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
The Dice Roller thingy doesn't seem to like me. -_-

Calathes hovers back about 5ft away from Crimson as he notices what happened. "Crimson, be careful. We do not know if it is a magical fox familiar, or a magical fox person or something."

Crimson growls in return. "Like hell I care right now, I am not something to be climbed!"

Crimson notices the fox going limp in its claws.
Er, master? I think the fox is playing dead.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Calathes becomes somewhat surprised by the notice.
What!? Um, okay, lets see...
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Calathes nods in agreement. He then puts a hand on his chin and thinks. He then begins casting a spell towards the fox.

Calathes looks at the fox in a quizzical manner. "Does anyone here know if someone is missing a fox? Could be a familiar too. Any arcane caster would be sore if they noticed it missing."

Crimson, still large, looks at Calathes, while still holding onto the fox. It will attempt to hold it better so it doesn't bite anyone else.
Grapple CMB: 1d20 + 14 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 5 = 21
Crimson growls slightly at the fox before speaking. "We should find its owner soon, can't let a feral little fox run around. Either it will get hurt, or someone else will."

Calathes notices Mea's confusion. "Often enough, when polymorphed, items merge with their body. So if you change back to normal, you should be able to find it."

Crimson and Calathese look a bit surprise by the antics of the fox that just jumped into the acidic maw of Mea.

Crimson shakes his head at the sight before speaking. "Mea, let me help you remove that fox." He then sits down, and using his front limbs, attempts to grab the fox and pull it out of her mouth. "Come along little fox, that is not a safe place for you."
CMB to grapple Fox.: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Looks like Mea won. Crimson just didn't have any luck on his side today. At least before we began, I was able to figure out who you were.
Calathes casts a spell onto Crimson.
And it looks like a few bruises disappear from Crimson
Eidolon Restoration, Lesser: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
He then casts it again.
Eidolon Restoration, Lesser: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
And Crimson begins to move again. He growls slightly as he stands. "Grr... That hurt. You are definitely a fearsome creature in battle."
Calathes flies around to Crimson's side and hovers there. "Yes. It was interesting seeing you two go at it..... Um, Mea, you have a furry decoration on one of your horns." As Calathese points it out to Mea.

Calathes sighs when he sees Crimson batted hard by Mea.

Crimson growls, continuing the attack.
HP 91/91 37N/L AC 41

Bite
Bite N/L Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 13 - 4 = 18
Bite Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 35
Bite N/L: 1d8 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23
Bite Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
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1st Claw
Claw N/L Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 13 - 4 = 12
Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 18
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
2nd Claw
Claw N/L Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 4 = 22
Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 52
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Rend if a claw hits
Rend: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
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Tail Slap
Tail Slap N/L Attack: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 11 - 4 = 20
Tail Slap Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 44
Tail Slap N/L: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

[ooc]Looks like one may have hit. With the first claw and a rend worth 32 points of NL

"Calathes, I could use another spell."
Calathes sighs again and flies down behind Crimson and casts a spell onto him. Crimson seems slightly blurred.

"Mea?... Why have I heard that before..."
Kn. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Eyes wide as she recalls who Mea Culpa is.
"Wait Crimson She's-"

Crimson, the Silver and red dragon creature pounces.
Initiative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Crimson speaks as he charges Mea. "Here I come!"
High is good for me. Going Non Lethal.

Bite
Charge Bite N/L: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 2 - 4 = 27
Charge Bite Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 42
Bite N/L: 1d8 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
Trip attempt if Bite hits: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 14 + 2 = 27
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1st Claw
Charge Claw N/L: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 13 + 2 - 4 = 31
Charge Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 30
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
2st Claw
Charge Claw N/L: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 13 + 2 - 4 = 15
Charge Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 38
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Rend if a Claw hits
Rend N/L: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
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Tail Slap
Charge Tail Slap N/L: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 2 - 4 = 11
Tail Slap Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 88
Tail Slap N/L: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
AC now at 39 Due to charge.
And if I am correct, all of those missed.

Calathes just looks on dumbfounded after what Crimson did. He then shouts out loud to him. "Crimson you dolt! She is a Seeker of the Society! She has more experience than you!"

The large red and silver dragon looks at both the earth elemental and the black dragon. Its eyes faintly glow for a few seconds, and then tilts its head as if it is listening to something. It then focuses back on the black dragon before speaking.
"Elemental, you are a pathfinder, right? My master has let me know you hold a wayfinder, and as such, are an ally. Do you know who this black dragon is? My master believes it is someone polymorphed into such a creature.

The blurry half elf continues to float in his same spot.
Crimson's Kn. Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Calathes's Kn. Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Calathes's Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

A man floating 20ft off the ground, and about 40ft away from the Black Dragon is taking assessment of the situation. He happens to have a large size dragon next to him as well, red with silver streaks all over its body, and both it and his master have a mark on their foreheads.

"Hm. It might just be a real black dragon, but the possibility of one coming here is very unlikely. Might be someone heavily polymorphed." He speaks up towards the black dragon. "So what say you? You look to be a young one, rather brash don't you think?"

The dragon next to him speaks up. "I think so. Very odd to see one here like this. Shall I greet her?"

The half elf replies. "Sure Crimson, go right ahead." With that he casts a spell and he looks a bit blurry.

And the dragon, named Crimson, lands with a loud thump on the courtyard about 30ft away from the Black Dragon.