"I hate sewers." Cassandra mutters as she drops down. "No room to maneuver, all dark and smelly..."
It could be the agile little teleporter is a bit claustrophobic.
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"Now I want a sticky bun." Cassandra complains. She begins investigating the ruins, looking to see if there's magic on the "Emperor's" payroll.
Cassandra's lost interest. Sad. Sad. People dead. She begins looking around, making sure the "Emperor" doesn't have men playing spy.
Cassandra can't help but giggle. "Even if you hit me with that, mate, my friends behind you would break your arms." She ignores the sword and happily coils the rope attached to her grappling hook. "We're new here and we need to know the territory. What are the factions and who is in charge of each one?"
"No one's making new stuff, probably. They're just pulling the old stuff of corpses." Cass says as she points down to the boy. "I think we need to have a chat with him." Cassandra leaps off the rooftop, throwing her grapple as she does, and swings down in front of the man in the too big armor.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"When people are weak sometimes crap rises to float on the surface and takes charge." Cassandra says. A shiver runs over her spine. "I think Amira and I should shadow you two from the rooftops. If we get ambushed I want to be able to attack from two sides." Cassandra vanishes, flickering out of existence and then reappearing on the roof of the nearest building.
"We did move through another dimension. Just too fast for you to see it. Trust me. You're glad of it." Cassandra says as she regains her focus.
Cassandra and Amira are already waiting at the rendezvous point. Cassandra seems to be in the middle of... something. She's standing on her hands, one foot out and one eye closed as she uses the toe of her boot as a focal point for judging distance. When the others arrive she leaps upwards, flips, and lands on her feet once more. "Everyone place a hand on me. There will be a sensation a bit like what it feels like to drop from a height suddenly, as if your body is falling but your stomach is not. Except it will feel like you are going sideways instead of down. Best to have a weapon drawn. Just in case. Don't throw up."
"Ouch." Cassandra winces as the would-be assassin is, himself, assassinated. "Couple of possibilities here. One, she's got a fancy magic item like that new crown of her's that makes her effectively immortal. Might have to be a major artifact. Two... oh. She could be a lich. Wow. A plague would be a fantastic way to raise the energy you need to become one. This early into being a lich, she'd even still look good or could use illusion magic to make herself all sexy." Cassandra wiggles her fingers, casting prestidigitation to raise the volume on her voice as loud as can be.
"See you at spot where we're jumping over to the island!" Cassandra says to the others before she takes off running.
Cassandra closes her eyes and her lips begin moving. Those who lean in close can hear her performing... well, some pretty complicated mathematical equations. Her fingers twitch occasionally, though not at random. They're forming specific patterns in time to the numbers. "Not exactly like that." Cassandra mutters during her calculations. Finally, she sits up and opens her eyes. Yep. Cassandra the flake just did dimensional calculus in her head. "Different spell for this kind of distance and mass transference. I don't use it quite as often. We'll need to find a point less than eight hundred feet across and I can take all three of us in a single casting. If I make sure to focus on the spell twice in my morning prep we can even go back if we need an escape route. I'll be useless for about ten seconds after doing it, though. So be ready to defend me in case we end up in something hostile."
Cassandra's face scrunches. Amira would recognize this as her "thinking expression". Park mimics her and the two chitter back and forth to each other in a language no one else seems to recognize. It might be monkey. Finally, Cass comes out of her brooding fugue and offers an idea. "We can't go over since its an island and the only bridge is being guarded. Swimming isn't a good idea. But can we go under? Do the sewers extend to the island? And could our friends the rats show us the way?"
"Amira really wants to get to Endrin Isle and take Pilts Swastel down, in case you hadn't noticed. Unless we've got a way to infiltrate the palace or something, it might at least give us something to do to make the city better."
"Things are getting worse out there. Especially on Endrin Isle. Even I'd have trouble getting out there." Cassandra notes as the group meets up for a rooftop picnic. "I don't like the Hellknights but they're being driven out and Sable Company and the Guard are being diminished. Meanwhile, the queen is building a force of brainwashed women who will defend her and do her bidding at the costs of their lives."
She knows all the planar languages but none of the actually useful ones. :)
Updating Cassandra to 8th level now. BAB, CMB, CMD +1
I finally solidified my language list. Cass's languages: Common, Draconic, Celestial, Infernal, Sylvan, Abyssal, Aquan, Auran, Ignan, Protean, Sphinx, Terran, Necril Here's my new inventory list, bumped up to 33k: * Teleporting Climbing Rig/+1 mithral grappling hook (8,600)
Changes made to my tagline. Sorry it took so long.
Cassandra steadies herself, getting to her feet. Then she does a handstand. Just because. "Thanks, Amira. I think that bird is the same one that crapped on me the other day. It was obviously evil and hated me."
Thanks. Not only do I need to do this inventory adjustment I apparently need to level up to 8th. Huh.
Wait, are we level 8?
What level was I when we started? 5th? 6th? Man. My eyes are itchy today.
But then I have to price out my gear. Wwwwwwwhiiiiiinnnneee! Though I think I just had what I started with plus the neat wand Amira bought me...
I should probably do this. I'll likely just buy, like, one massive magic item with the funds. Someone tell me how much money I had to spend! My brain is fried from writing Victorian Paris murder mysterishness.
Cassandra wraps one of the scarves, a daring number with lots of tassels, around her neck and leaps up onto the wall. She stands there in a daring pose, scarf flapping in the wind behind her. "Fear me, mortals! For I am... gack! AMIRA HELP!" Because her scarf just got grabbed by a passing bird and now Cassandra's being dragged along the roof and strangled at the same time. Its a strong bird.
Teleporting, goggles, short hair, AND she likes girls? Blizzard's been copying my ideas! Happy New Year all!
Happy everything!
Cassandra hunkers down and listens to the harrowing as she sips from very real coffee. When the spirit has finished laying out her cards, she sets her coffee down and throws up her hands. "Lady of Pain!" Cassandra cries out. "This is why no one at the academy likes divination majors. All cryptic warnings and riddles and 'You will meet a stranger who will be unhappy'. Well, of course I will! You meet strangers every day and some of them are BOUND to be unhappy!" While Cassandra rants, Park sneaks in and begins drinking from her coffee mug.
I got inspired by the Skyrim flavored game and am trying to start up a Quest for Glory flavored game. I can be a bit old school in my video game tastes. If you're interested, the recruitment thread is here.
The next morning sees Cassandra entering the meeting spot via one of the windows. Park leaps off her shoulder and begins searching for treats. "Amira will be by in a moment. She stopped to beat up a mugger."
"Last one there has to make dinner!" Cassandra shouts before teleporting out of Amira's arms and onto a nearby roof. ... and she's off. Poor Park looks vaguely bewildered. He's still on Amira's shoulder. Playing with her starknife. How'd he get that?
Technically we don't need another person. But I wonder if there might be more posting and group dynamics if we have one more? I worry sometimes this has become the Amira and Cassandra show except when we're in the middle of a fight. I hate hogging the spotlight.
"We'll see you in the morning, then." Cassandra says. "Meet for breakfast." If she's summoning a cottage for over twelve hours, she's going to sleep there and not flop on a borrowed bit of floor.
I keep waiting for more people to jump in.
Gosh. We're down to four. That feels so odd now.
"Pfft! No." Cassandra pauses. "Not yet. The thing's a cottage. Twenty foot square. Door and two windows with shutters. Fireplace. Whole thing is fire resistant. Impervious to arrows and bullets and magic missiles. Arcane locks on the shutters and door. Iron grate on the fireplace. Comes with eight bunks, a table with eight stools, a writing desk. There's an invisible spirit that serves you while you're inside. Lasts about... fourteen hours before it goes poof? Something like that. I've never needed it for more than twelve. I conjured one back when we were rescuing people, remember? We put them inside so they'd be safe in case the nasties came to take them away."
"Ugh! Fine! Cassandra moans when someone points out the baths are closed. "I'll summon my secure shelter and we'll haul in some water and heat it up. The unseen servant inside can give us all sponge baths. It isn't the same but its still awesome."
No. That's a bit outside the scope of the book. :)... do you have a brothels book? Not at the moment, no.
No. That's a bit outside the scope of the book. :)
"Are there even any around?" Geez, Wednesday, stop handing me lines to advertise my books!. There's three bathhouses, a laundry, a barber shop, and a hair salon in there!
Spots of color appear in Cassandra's cheeks. "Like I'm going to argue with that! Do we need to go right to the rats or can we stop at the baths?"
Okies,will get to it when I get home. You'll like it! The races include sewn together undead called wretched, human/werewolf hybrids, hauntlings (who are born possessed by ghosts), and dhampirs! As well as three types of humans (romni are my favorite) and smurf nibblers!
Hey all! Need a favor. My publisher just released a pay what you want book called Shadows over Vathak: Explorer's Guide, which is a preview of Shadows over Vathak: Player's Guide (I call Shadows over Vathak a combination of colonialism, Lovecraft, Ravenloft, and WWI). Since its basically free, please go "buy" and download it, if you find a moment? We're trying to drive up the numbers and get it more notice. The Explorer's Guide includes a full class, the Fortune-Teller, who focuses on divination magic and is pretty spiffy, if I do say so myself. Which should tell you I wrote it. Thanks!
Cassandra follows along, knowing that teleportation SAVED THE DAY! "You are so attractive when you're all dark, broody, and threatening." She says with a hip bump to her partner as they head to the surface.
Thank you. I need another day to swim free. I'll start posting again tomorrow.
Sadly. It was a good gig. I was literally being paid to be an expert in gaming. Sigh. Anyway, I wanted to apologize for vanishing like that. I'm glad ya'll were able to continue without me.
Hey all. Life has been life. There was surgery for breast cancer in my family, followed by many medical appointments and radiation which is still ongoing. The company I found a job with went out of business just a few months after hiring me. So... yeah. I'm sorry for my absence.
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