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Some of my relatives had a brush with Corona too, it's no joke. I wish you a speedy recovery!
Please let him know he'll be in our thoughts and prayers.
It's from Githyanki Gish who are fighter/wizards, pretty sure those go all the way back to 1e.
I liked the idea of 2e rules, but when I last looked (9 months ago or maybe more) it wasn't possible to make a decent gish. I'm sure splat books will change that ofc.
I've had a run of games folding due to GM disappearance and dissatisfaction, always happened of course - feels bad because some of them I'd played with for a long time. Ah well.
I get the impression this one is quite hard to run, it's older and not as well written as the newer modules and the game changes dramatically after leaving riddle port. This is the furthest I've got with it so far. I hope Dak comes back :) On a side note has anyone else found the forums to be a bit less welcoming than in the past? Perhaps it's a side effect of not many new tables starting up anymore.
Hope your classes are going well GM! :)
I know Sarai is on a road trip, but is anyone else still here? :)
"Right then, do we know the way from here?" asked Cameron? If they didn't he supposed they could ask Zinchers men, no doubt getting a sarcastic reply.
I did Glacier and the Teatons a while back, beautiful country.
Cameron grits his teeth as the skeleton rends his flesh but thank Goddess it was disposed off shortly after. He whispers a prayer and casts a spell which stops the bleeding before asking, "Did anyone else get hurt?" . Later on he discussed plans with the others, "So Zincher wanted us to gather skymetal from the large crater site, and to capture alive one of those blue beasties. He promised to pay us handsomely for the effort too. Anyway so how about we check out the crater? If we come across a beastie we can try to subdue it although they roam in packs so perhaps just the last one."
No worries GM, sometimes life doesn't leave much room for gaming.
Cameron steps back and tries to attack the zombie in front of him but the ground was slippery and he nearly fell as he tried to attack!
As the undead approached, Cameron sets about them with his spear, thrusting and parrying!
Once they where upon him, he thrust his butterfly pendant towards them and cried, "DESNA!"
"TO ARMS! UNDEAD APPROACH!" cried Cameron as he saw the zombies approaching the camp. He whispered a short prayer before rushing to intercept, spear in hand.
Cameron's heart skipped a beat and it seemed to flutter round his chest. "Uh..." he breathed not entirely sure what to say. The Ekujae wouldn't have approved of Nessa, he knew that much for sure, however his Father told him on many occasions that only an idiot looked a gift horse in the mouth. He still didn't know what to say but he decided he didn't have to. Thanks to the Ekujae he'd visited Callistrian temples on occasion so he wasn't exactly unaware of what was being offered. In the end it wasn't a difficult decision, this was a horrible island and it was very likely one or more of them might die here so they might as well take what comfort they could. He also had the feeling Nessa wasn't quite as strong as she made out perhaps she had a softer side... "...Sure" he said as he allowed Nessa to take his hand and lead him away.
Fingers crossed its just a nasty cold!
Yikes that sounds awful! Hopefully good news today.
Cameron nodded his agreement at Sari's assessment before volunteering, "I don't mind taking a watch shift, although I will need a proper night's sleep to meditate in the morning. Perhaps first or last watch?"
Cameron considered for a moment before replying, "Sounds... Mutually beneficial, sure I don't see a problem with this." He glanced at Nessa before suggesting on the spur of the moment, "Perhaps two tents though?"
Cameron glances at Nessa before asking neutrally, "Mmm. Okay, what did you have in mind?"
"Uh..." grunted Cameron as Nessa handed him her spell component pouch, he did not like the idea of her walking alone into the lion's den one little bit. So he handed his spear and Nessa's pouch to Hedran whispering, "If something happens tell Kwava for me will you?" That this implied getting off this god forsaken island and living to tell the tale was something he left unspoken. He hurried after Nessa and standing by her side he let her do most of the talking, however when ZIncher asked about other groups he spoke up saying, "When we arrived we met a bunch of dwarves, something spooked them, they couldn't wait to leave. There's defiantly something uncanny here, something that casually knocked over a perfectly good tower for example.". He paused for a moment before asking, "Hey Mr Zincher, mind if I ask a question? Have you or your men seen any funny looking elves on this island? Might sound like a strange question but if you've seen one you'd know what I mean..."
Cameron sighed, Scarnazi were all the same just as he'd been warned, or were they? He considered their words and body language, were they just being cautious with obviously armed folk or was a more sinister motive?
Leaning on his spear and speaking in Varianian, Cameron added in a more level voice, "You're Clegg's boys right? We've done business with the boss before. Anyway mad as it sounds, she's not wrong about the light house, something really did knock it over the cliff. Dunno about you but in my book anything capable of doing that is bad news. Reckon your boss will want to hear about it."
Cameron laughed softly to Nessa, "That involves surviving till the evening! Look here comes Sarai with news no doubt..." He listened to Sarai's report and Headrn's assessment, it did seem risky. Smiling Cameron added, "Sometimes you just have to take a gamble. Fortune and lady luck, favors the bold! Finding some potential allies or at least non-hostile folks would be wonderful."
Get well soon!
Cameron nodded, it was true. Leaning on his spear like a walking stick he waited for Sarai's return.
Cameron wasn't glad to be waiting again while Sarai walked into danger but she was much better at sneaking than he'd ever be. Still he was pleased with how the last combat had gone. Nessa he remarked, "Your spell really did a number on those boars. Did you see the size of those tusks? Could have been nasty..."
As the boars charged, Cameron lashed out with a lightning quick series of thrusts. He couldn't afford the luxury of a careful aim and had to attack as fast as he could.
He then took a step backwards and thrust powerfully at the boar which had attacked him, putting his full weight behind the point of the spear!
I think we're doing this combat theater of mind so I can't answer this myself. Cameron has reach, how many AOOs does he make? Thanks!
Action at last! Bursting with nervous energy Cameron, superstitiously rubbed his butterfly pendant and whispered, "Great Dreamer! Please! Send us a little luck..."
He then advanced towards Sari and set his spear in the ground ready for them to charge.
"We may need to dispatch those boars." replied Cameron grimly, "Boars like to charge don't they? Well if I'm towards the front I can set my spear and make em pay for that. Also those with bows can maybe get a couple of free shots in."
Cameron paced back and forwards and paced some more. He knew Sari was much better suited for scouting, but the thought of one of them putting their neck on the line while the rest sat around didn't sit well with the young Desnan. He gave the others a helpless look before sitting down to polish his boots.
Waiting was always the worst, Cameron paced nervously as Sarai scouted ahead. "She's OK right?" he said to the others after a few minutes. Of course they knew little more than he did about how she was getting on.
Cameron looked up the cliff and felt a wave of vertigo. With a gulp he told Sarai, "Sure. Better make sure that rope is tied to something solid, I not good at this kind of thing..."
"I would very much like to know what did that, so I can run the other direction!" quipped Cameron. Whatever could knock a tower over was surely bad news...
Looking frazzled Cameron whispered, "What the hell was that, to push a tower over the cliff!?" Looking around he adds, "By the Dreamer! I can scarcely believe any of us made it out of there alive...Too bad about the other Cyphermages, no doubt we'll miss them soon enough, but for now I think we should give thanks to Lady Luck, and probably play the lottery." Noting the party's wounds he digs into his bag and retrieves the healing wand and gets busy.
Later with graves dug as deeply as they could, Cameron conducted a funeral service and did as best as he could to give the dead a respectful send off.
The problem with sliding down a cliff as Cameron soon realised was stopping. Soon he'd given up any semblance of control and started tumbling.
"Oh heck..." cried Cameron as he acted before his brain could stop him. The others where down there getting hurt, they needed his help now! So heedless of the danger, Cameron tried to surf the landslide down the hill!
GM how would the Travel Domain power Agile Feet apply to this situation if at all? Yes Cameron is thinking of taking a literal leap of faith, and chasing after the tower.
The tower rolling down a hill was too much for Cameron and shouting to make himself heard over the din he told Nessa, "On second thoughts your right, let's get the hell out of here!" He made a grab for a window and only just caught it. He pulled himself through and realized he'd traded one problem for another as he was riding down a landslide.
"Uhh!" managed Cameron suddenly blushing, 'Wow did I really see that?!' Of course there was little time for such thoughts, as the things outside where no doubt getting ready to tear them to shreds. Gulping Cameron replied, "Normally I'd agree but there's a lot out there, I'd rather make my stand at a choke point." Back on his feet with his spear in his hands, Cameron whispered, I'll try to keep them from you."
Glancing at Nessa, Cameron picked himself up flashed her a brittle smile and remarked, "Something tells me this is going to get rough... I'll pray for a boon to protect us." He whispered some strange words and then lightly touched Nessa on the shoulder and everyone else in the area.
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