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Gritting his teeth, Cecil charges through the hallway and into the doorway, hopefully before the spell can go off. He takes stock of the situation and shoots a ball of acid at the Derro.
Cecil will use detect magic to see if he can spot the trap's energy.
"The quiet option seems better to me." Cecil votes.
"Hmm... That's a difficult proposition." Cecil says. "We should stick together and trying to enter one by one through a tiny hatch will be a problem, do the tunnels go anywhere else?" He finishes writing a paragraph before closing his notebook. "Do you want me to look around too?" he asks.
Cecil will wait to hear back from Aloysia, taking the time to jot a few notes down in his notebook about the atmosphere of this place so he can better describe a similar locale in his books.
Cecil glances into the badly lit tunnel. "Majenko? Do you see anything?" he asks the little house dragon.
As Jolon heals himself, Cecil will look around the area. "Hey wait." he says, looking into the Owlbear pit. "There's a little door down here."
I'm about to get mauled by a skeletal owlbear!
Cecil backs away from the Owlbear Skeleton and decides that this is, in fact, worth a full spell use.
"Stay over there! Thank you!" he shouts at the thing.
"Sorry, Majenko. I'll try to keep them away from us." Cecil says quickly.
Cecil, having prepared a different cantrip than ray of frost, will lift a flask of acid and wave his hand through the air as he chants, seeming to draw some kind of green shimmer from the flask before he points at the owlbear skeleton.
Cecil sighs. "Well, IF there are Derros, they are little pale blue creatures with white hair and white eyes and they have a reputation of being sadistic descendants of fey." he says, standing up.
Cecil is glad for Majenko's presence, whether or not he'd be able to do anything. The grim reminder of death always made him feel a little anxious. Made him worry about his daughter. All those long nights fearing that she had been buried in a place like this without his knowing. Cecil looks over the area as he walks along.
He will then murmur some words and gesture with his hand, conjuring up armor of force.
Cecil nods. "Yes. Let's go." he says. Turning to the high priestess, he smiles. "Thank you again, we appreciate your assistance." he says before they depart.
Cecil coughs. "What we're trying to say, is that we're on our way to track down a necromancer that's been causing trouble, and would like to see if you can spare us some tools to handle the necromancer's tricks?" Cecil interjects, in case Aloysia's statement came across too threateningly or misunderstood.
Cecil sighs. "I don't see how this would be 'money-grubbing' when I'm doing this to keep my daughter safe." he grumbles. "I never really expected the Hellknights would be doing much good here at any rate."
Cecil will trot over to the civilians, careful of the rent in the ground. "Is everyone okay!?" he shouts. He will check to see if anyone needs assistance before they continue on. As they are moving, he will turn to the group. "We have an earthquake just as we go off after a necromancer doing shady things underground? I'm suspicious."
"Otyugh! Watch out for its reach!" He chants some words and flings a Toppling magic missile at the Otyugh.
Cecil nods. "Thank you, Knight-Captain. Sounds like we have some idea where to go next." After the questions, just as he's about to leave, he hesitates, his hand on the door. "By the way... what happened to the artist we brought in?" he asks.
Hah. That too! I'm just saying my force spells would be helpful against the incorporeal undead, so someone else take care of the corporeal, please? :P
"What kind of necromancy does Rolth specialize in? Raising dead? Curses? Spirit binding?" Cecil asks. "I mean, based on reported records and whatnot."
Yes! That's way useful. Seriously, just buy CLW wands though. The price of a CMW is like the price of 3-4 CLW wands and you technically get more healing from the CLW wands if you have the time to patch yourself up. It's also not a waste to use a CLW wand to stabilize a dying ally, etc.
Well I can hand it out to whoever wants it and the sword lasts 1 minute per level. Since it's force damage you do full damage to incorporeal monsters like shadows and ghosts.
That's it, just longsword prof. It's considered a +1 longsword and does Force damage instead of slashing. Which means when I can, I'll apply toppling spell to it and you can swat people with free trip attempts using my casting modifiers with every hit.
Can anyone besides me even USE the force sword?
Cecil considers the Shoanti man's words and contemplates it. He's not had much dealing with them, but if there's anything that his work had taught him, it was that people were people, and it was the individual's character that made them different, not their ethnicity. He opens his mouth to speak but closes it when Aloysia speaks up about money. He rolls his eyes but doesn't interrupt. It's important to her so let her talk money; I'm going to offer my help regardless. Instead, he mentally catalogs his spells and wonders what he has that could help with the undead.
Yeah, sounds about right. I've been spending money as I've been getting it, so I'm kinda out of cash either way. Next up is getting these spiked gauntlets enhanced so I can get spell-storing put on them.
That sounds wonderful! I've always wanted to go visit anywhere not the US, and each time I hear about these places the more it makes me want to leave! I just can't afford it right now.
Leveled up!
(added force sword to my stat block to represent when I have it conjured. It's a +1 longsword made of force, has no weight, and can be handed over to others. My -1 strength means I just have a +2 to hit and do the base 1d8 damage but others will get that +1 to hit/damage. And it's a force effect so when I can cast level 3 spells I can add toppling to it and hand it to someone else! :D ) I will also add that Cecil is probably my favorite character in all my play by post games ever.
Cecil nods. "Thank you for the work. I'll be at home if you need me. I can use the money to pick up more magic."
To Trinia, he says, "Good luck. I hope your situation is fixed soon. Once all this blows over, come visit me. I'll share a drink with you."
"Well you might be able to get away with brushing by someone, but if they feel something that doesn't match up with your appearance they might be able to see through the magic. Also talking might give us some trouble so try to use a deeper voice if you have to speak." he advises, looking the illusion over. "Perfect."
Cecil shrugs. "I find the concept of someone assassinating a king without the assistance of quite the series of circumstances or a large group aiding the effort to be practically impossible." Cecil replies. "So, in another word, I find the prospect of you being a kingslayer highly unlikely."
Cecil shrugs humbly. "Magic can be a great equalizer. I'm not very athletic. But with the right spells, I can be better than most professionals." he replies to Jolon's compliment. "Thank you though. I'm glad we were able to get to her before someone saw her and reacted."
"That's precisely why we're here. A captain of the watch wishes to get your side of the story, and wants to do so before you get lynched or worse." he tilts his head, a look of sympathy on his face. "I know, but she's been trustworthy and level-headed since this whole debacle started and I think coming with us is the only chance you have of surviving this." Cecil will gesture, casting mage hand and collecting the dropped wand. Looking it over, he nods. "You have some magical talent. Good; that will make getting you there safely MUCH easier." He will gesture for them to sit somewhere where they're not going to be seen from the street. While waiting for the rest of the group to show up he will relate to her, talking about his career as an author and the similarities they share in the artistic industry.
Cecil continues to bolt ahead, throwing himself at a wall and shooting up the side, magic guiding his movements to get him back up the roof levels.
If he gets up there, he steps in her path, pointing at her with a glowing hand "Hold! We're not here to hurt you, so stop running already!" he exclaims. "Or I'll have to knock you down."
Cecil will try to get ahead of the chase so he can then get up the building and cut them off. "Should have just toppled her." he pants.
I hope no one's waiting on me.
Cecil's just going to full round each round and push through on the ground. This is ridiculous. I'm a mage, not a constable!
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