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Corvus is in two minds. One one she is delighted that her friend has regained consciousness and the smile on her lips is real enough. But for those that know her - and that includes Ameiko - her eyes betray real concern. Whatever put her friend into the coma hasn't been resolved by finding the seal. And the fact that her grandfather's spirit seemed so distressed suggests their challenge isn't over but only just beginning. To avoid sharing these thoughts with anyone - for Ameiko would be able to read her like a book - she goes out walking with her hawk, allowing it to hunt and stretch its wings.
Corvus was impressed with Jean. Not at his terminology which was almost comical but his insight to use the seals. The thought had not occured to her. "Good work," she muttered under her breath.
Corvus reviews the vault.
Corvus smiles at the harpy. "My friends may have some more questions but otherwise, go in peace. I do know that we are searching for a vault and if you could point us in the right direction, it would save us a lot of time."
Corvus is torn. She knows Jean has gone from the room and heard the scream but the harpy in front of them is still under suspicion. How do we know she's not in contact with Kikonu?' Corvus will stay with the harpy for now, regardless of what the rest of the group do.
Corvus relays the information from the harpy and then asks. "What is the significance of the play?
Corvus relays the information the harpy gives her word for word.
Corvus quite literally jumps when she receives the mental bombardment of Zaiobe's thoughts. She calms herself and smiles at the harpy. "Yes, I can hear you and yes I understand you. I now have to let my comrades know what you told me. They may have questions, I know I do." She speaks calmly and in a friendly manner in order to keep the information flowing.
"She is speaking to me - at least, I can hear her in my head. She says that she wants help. She is imprisoned here by someone called Kikonu. He was her lover but it sounds like he isn't any more. She's frightened if she leaves he will track her down." She looks to the group to see if they have any questions before she asks her own.
As György speaks, Corvus feels a little sorry for the creature, standing there with an outstretched hand - so she shakes it, smiling warmly.
"Well, she's either choosing not to speak or she can't speak, as she clearly understands us." Corvus realised her words were not great insight, but vocalising what she was thinking seemed to be better than saying nothing. "And I guess Zaiobe is her name as I don't recognise it as a word in any language." She looks at the harpy to see if she reacts to her words.
Luki Mukluk, Corvus is eager to scan the books once the creature is catalogued as non-offensive. But a quick scan is all she can afford them as she realises that she should take nothing for granted in this place and returns her gaze to the winged woman.
And then there was wifi! I have the Internet again – thanks so much for your patience…
I get internet back properly next Monday. I'll follow the posts on my phone and if I need to jump in, I will. Auto to me if it seems more sensible. Sorry for the lack of posting - it's as frustrating for me.
Apologies for the delays...I'm in the middle of a house move and vacation - and the plan to have uninterrupted internet has been dampened by the news I'll have to wait 6-10 working days! Please NPC me as appropriate until normal service is resumed. I may be able to do some posting from my phone but I can't be 100% sure how often.
Corvus winces at the others' attempts at convincing the creature. "We know you for what you are - Oni. And you know that for us to reach you, we will have dealt with the various minor obstacles in our way. I do not know what treasure brought you to this place but rest assured, you will leave empty-handed. All that remains to be decided is if you'll leave with your life."
Corvus readily appreciates what they're up against, but struggles for a succinct way of describing it. Instead she thinks frantically for a few words that might sum up its likely strengths or weaknesses.
Her focus entirely on the troglodytes in front of her, Corvus continues where she left off, using her rapier to inflict as much damage as she could. So she spins and dips before slashing at the nearest foe.
Corvus had forgotten she was wearing the Scholar’s Ring until she heard the man calling out to his comrades in Tian. Realising none of her party would be able to understand what was said, she lowered her voice and warned them. "Two of them plan to go around the back and attempt to flank us." And then she twirls her blade theatrically before starting her dance of death.
Corvus identifies the closest adversary. Blade in hand, she attacks with speed and her usual grace.
Corvus shows some interest in the cloak but does little more than glance at the others. She doesn't even check the magical nature of the items herself.
Unsure what they're precisely doing, Corvus follows along with the crowd - silent. The thoughts of her friend are now more and more frequent and the general banter and lack of urgency are starting to antagonise her.
A bit late - but all the best Treygan...
Corvus shows no interest in the morningstar amnd defers to Mukluk's appraisal of the weapon, despite a desire to check it out herself. She then fidgets as she waits for the group to move on.
Corvus listens to the creature and tries to take what he says at face value - the prospect of death being just as likely to bring lies as the truth. Anything to prolong life.
The more she listens, however, the more she is convinced he's not like the others. GM: Having suspected what he is, what do I know about a yamabushi tengu?
Her enthusiasm tempered by her swing and miss, Corvus is less sure she's getting the hang of her new blade so focuses on making contact, although this is against her natural style - which is to allow the attack to flow - but figures that she'll get to grips with her new sword sooner or later. And with huge brutes standing in front of her, sooner seems the better bet.
Buoyed by her better performance with her new blade, Corvus trusts she's getting more familiar with the heavier weapon and continues to swing at the creatures.
'What is it they say? Pride comes before a fall?
Standing firm in the face of the rushing troglodytes, Corvus picks her moment and winges her sword in a wide arc - hoping that with four to aim at, she's bound to hit one of them.
As soon as Corvus gets the opportunity to get a blow in, she swings her sword - the frustration that's built up in her being spent as the blade sings through the air.
Corvus snaps out of her fog and moves into the throng - scimitar held high.
Corvus remains inactive. You can almost smell her grey cells working overtime as she tries to work out what to do. Finally she gives chase but does not lead the way.
If in doubt - go with good old-fashioned pen and paper... Level-2 spells updated - and Corvus can join in next round.
Good spot. I've checked the Excel spreadsheet I use and compared it to the PRD and see that L2 spells have been omitted and all others have been moved down one - so the list of L2's I picked from were in fact L3 - which I can't cast until I'm L7! Ignore my post and I'll re-stat my spells in the next 24 hours...
Corvus raiseds her left hand and points her index finger at the troglodytes. A glowing, pea-sized bead streaks her outstretched digit and blossoms into a searing, roaring fireball when it reaches the creatures.
In such close proximity to her comrades, Corvus readies her scimitar for whatever might lay beyond the door.
Corvus follows Sir Gavin's lead and checks each of the doors.
She nods at his observations and adds, "I smell something foul from behind the fourth door and the door itself feels a bit cold to the touch. I wonder if there's something moist on the other side?"
Corvus is aware that she's just going with the flow and the self-doubt is starting to rear its ugly head again. As she walks, she is deep in thought. 'I'm not the warrior and I'm not the scout. I'm not the go to person for matters arcane and I'm not the diplomat. It's back to my life as a mage all over again. What am I? What do I do? What value am I?' Outwardly Corvus just appears quiet. They are in the belly of their enemy's camp after all.
Corvus continues to keep her attention on what's around them, rather than the bickering from the lads in front.
"OK...lads, let's go...
Corvus takes the gem from Mukluk and has a look. He's been accurate in his assessment thus far, so she's not confident of finding anything to add to his views but...
Not sure how to point out that Mukluk mistook the item without offending him, Corvus hands it back to the dwarf. "I think you were on the right lines. If you re-check it, I think you'll find you were correct, it's an Earth Elemental Gem." On the basis that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, Corvus greets the newcomer with a smile - but is wary that the enemy of my enemy might be an even greater enemy!
Corvus ignores the missed arrow and sets to loose another one.
Once more Corvus will position herself at the periphery at the group. With a target as large as the ogre to aim ait, she's sure she can get a direct shot away without risking her comrades. So she fires an arrow at the giant.
'One of these days men will value a woman that doesn't need saving! Testosterone? What's it good for?'
Corvus is paying specific attention to her surroundings, in case the scouting Jean has missed any details.
Corvus shows no interest in the pearl but picks up the ring, and looks at the others enquiringly, clearly hoping nobody else wants it. She tries it on for size (and waits to see if anyone asks for it). "The thing with eggs is - something bigger than the young lays them. If this creature came from the egg, its mother must be nearby - and won't be pleased we killed junior!"
Corvus looks at the egg. Something about it seems familiar...
She then scans the items, looking for what their magical properties might be.
Corvus hopes the slight shift of position has lasting consequences as once more she fires off an arrow.
Glad she has kept out of his range, Corvus is also a little guilty when Jean is hit by the tentacles, Corvus continues with her ranged attack.
Corvus put out of her mind the missed shot as she calmly fires off another arrow.
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