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Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() Chel moves into the room, carefully picking his way around plants and dirt, examining the plants and vegetation to see if there is anything unusual about them. kn nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
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Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() attack with held action: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 ranged touch attack
Chel watches as the plants seem to come to life and nervously moves a step away from any plants near him, before firing another glob of acid at the plants. acid splash: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8Ranged touch attack
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Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() Round 1 Cheliandroshel pulls out a small blob of butter and mutters a few arcane words over it before flinging it out in front of him. The small bit of butter expands and coats the creature's hammer. Grease spell, wielder of the greased item needs to make a DC 15 reflex save each round or drop the item. ![]()
Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() Not sure where this'll be needed. Soo....once Chel moves in the door?will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Cheliandroshel moves into the room and holds a hand over his nose, "Ugh...what is that smell. Mouse, interesting way to avoid a situation you don't like, but hardly appropriate." He quirks his head to the side, towards the "jungle" and narrows his eyes, "We have company coming" Cheliandroshel pulls out a small shovel and makes some arcane gestures, waiting to trigger the spell for when he sees a group whatever is coming, together. Create Pit. Going to wait till I see a group of them and cast it under them. 10x10 Pit, 20' deep ![]()
Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() "Nonsense, Druneor, they are not beyond your understanding, simply beyond your experience. I am sure that once we are introduced to what these things are, we will understand them in short order." Chelandrioshel watches over the items eagerly, taking in all of what the man says about them. ![]()
Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() Cheliandroshel sighs and looks resigned to going back out into the sand and dirt, but puts on a satisfied air, gathering up his odd looking bow and travelling pack and slinging them over his shoulder. "So, do we know what to expect from this Trett person?" He nods to Baine, glad to see the man up and about, and rolls his eyes discreetly at Mouse's proclamation of being ready. ![]()
Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() Cheliandroshel raises with a slight air of annoyance and moves to the items. If I may?" He looks over the devices with a curious eye. kn local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 kn engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
After viewing the devices, Cheliandroshel will absently take one of the eggs, thinking they are out for the eating, since he's seen others eating them. 100: 1d100 ⇒ 29
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Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() Cheliandroshel watches as the flagon goes flying buy, nonplussed. "I am one of Khonnir Baine's apprentices. I came seeking knowledge, and to examine works of Engineering." He runs fingertips over a table, and then brushes them together with a mild look of distaste. "Judging from the look of the place, I should be in the right place. Sometimes ser Baine has a bad habit of giving less than adequate directions." ![]()
Male Elf Conjurer/3
![]() Cheliandroshel finally finds the Foundry and opens the door, He really could have given better directions Walking in, he brushes dirt from impeccably kept clothing, and hands his light riding cloak to someone near the door, Be sure to hang that, and brush it thoroughly. Thank you. He hands over a silver piece to the person. I am Cheliandroshel, and I am told that I can find Konnor Baine here? There is a certain matter of his still needing to teach me more that we need to discuss. |