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Bracing herself as the stairs shift beneath her feet, Cythraul manages to stay upright, but is obviously less than happy as she watches others tumble past her.
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Ignoring the laughter, Cythraul slowly moves forward, checking for additional traps as she advances.
Moving to the front of the group, Cythraul peers into the darkness.
Gwen, I could use your help. Pausing and concentrating for a few seconds, Cythraul pulls forth an eerily glowing glowing blade from the air before moving over to inspect the holes in the wall and the door, looking for anything that may trigger a trap.
In awe of the giant worm, Cythraul quickly follows the others, seeking to gone lone before the new attacker has time to notice her.
Seeing the scorpion approaching, Cythraul begins to sprint towards the yard's exit.
Nodding in agreement, Cythraul follows the others.
Growing frustrated with the constant indecisiveness, Cythraul crouches motionless in the sand. We need to be decisive. Either we fight or flee.
What ever we are doing, we need to do it now, that thing is not going to wait. Either shoot the thing or fill the waterskins.
Without the water we share the elf's fate, and there is little chance we can fill our skins before it reaches us.
Cythraul moves to stand about 5' in front of the others, assuming a defensive stance.
Signing deeply at the willingness of the others to fight, Cythraul shakes her head silently. I had hoped to avoid this sister, that thing is death, but it seems the elf will not be permitted his sacrifice. With but a moments pause to concentrate, Cythraul's hands ignite in an eerie pale blue fire.
I meant hide armor here. I updated to hide armor instead of a hide shirt.
Silently watching the others gather, Cythraul took one last look around the empty cave her clan once called home. Hearing the faint whisper of a long dead spirit, she smiles, fangs gleaming in the moonlight. I've not forgotten you Gwen. I always keep my promises, at least the ones I made you. Drawing the spirit of her long-dead sister into herself, Cythraul turns her back to the only home she has ever known and strides out into the yard to greet life, or embrace death.
Magic Items: Mostly stat items / cloak of resistance, though I may eventually try for something along the lines of Celestial Chain. It would not be until much later in the game. Alternately, I may eventually try to forge something if we ever find any mithral.
Switched over to the spiritualist. Less to worry about weapon wise and some additional healing should always be welcome. Cythraul Dig: Cythraul Dig
Female asura-spawn tiefling spiritualist (phantom blade) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Blood of Fiends 19, Pathfinder Player Companion: Psychic Anthology 4, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 264, Pathfinder RPG Occult Adventures 72, Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Combat 55, Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Magic 47) N Medium outsider (native) Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +4 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex) hp 11 (1d8+3) Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +5 Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee bone dagger +3 (1d4-1/19-20) or . . phantom blade +3 (1d6+1/18-20) or . . 2 claws +3 (1d4+1) Special Attacks spell combat Spiritualist (Phantom Blade) Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4) . . 1st (2/day)—chill touch (DC 14), cure light wounds . . 0 (at will)—guidance, mending, stabilize, touch of fatigue (DC 13) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 12, Dex 17, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 7 Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 14 Feats Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (scimitar) Traits two-world magic Skills Acrobatics +3, Appraise +3, Craft (alchemy) +5, Perception +4, Sense Motive +7, Spellcraft +5, Survival +4; Racial Modifiers +2 Appraise Languages Abyssal, Common, Orc SQ phantom blade: alertness, phantom blade: phantom touch, phantom blade: telepathy, phantom blade: weapon of the mind, prehensile tail[ARG] Other Gear hide shirt, bone dagger, backpack, bedroll, magus starting spellbook, sewing needle, thread (50 ft.), waterskin -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only). Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks. Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks. Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks. Phantom Blade: Alertness (Ex) Gain Alertness when wielding or harboring phantom weapon. Phantom Blade: Phantom Touch (Ex) Constant ghost touch. Instead of breaking, weapon harbored in consciousness for 1 day. Phantom Blade: Telepathy (Su) The spiritualist can telepathically communicate with his phantom blade if it is worn or held. Phantom Blade: Weapon of the Mind (Ex) 1 min store weapon in mind and gain unarmed strike enhance, full-rd to re-manifest blade. Prehensile Tail Your tail can retrieve small objects on your person as a swift action. Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other. -------------------- Always an outcast, even amongst those in her own cave, Cythril had long pondered the outside. Pondered but failed to act, always unwilling to risk the life she had for the life she might have. Being born cursed, there was little choice in the matter. But, it time, the true nature of her curse became apparent. She was cursed to live, even as her parents and siblings aged and died around her while only she lived. The same with her nieces and nephews, living their lives withing the cave they all called home as time passed slowly for her. Then came the time of dying, the time of the sand-sickness, and all save a handful of her family died a horrid death, coughing blood and clawing at the weeping pustules that covers their bodies. And she watched as they died, throwing their bodies in the yard far below, the others too afraid to touch their bodies or performs the proper rituals. In the end, the few survivors took the dying time as a sign from the gods. Gathering all that remained of the clan, they ventured forth, joined by the others. Those that lived in the other caves, spoken too only in passing by those how gathered food and water. Time now passes even more slowly, as Cythraul sits alone save for the lingering spirits of the last of her clan, listening to the lonely wind tell its tail of far away places. The traps provide less food with each passing moon now, and the oasis, the source of life slowly dies. The time for waiting and listening to the wind has passed and there is no more clan. Today the curse ends, and death is welcome. Or perhaps the wind is wrong and something else awaits beyond the yard...
Looks good. What are your plans if you don’t find metal right away? I know that you have other means of attack, but I am concerned because you have invested a feat into using a scimitar? Are you ok with a bone equivalent? Bladebound gets their Black Blade as a class feature at 3rd level. If this would be an issue, I could go Phantom Blade instead of magus. Phantom Blade gets their ectoplasmic weapon at 1st level. Something like this: Cythraul Dig:
Cythraul Dig
Female oni-spawn tiefling spiritualist (phantom blade) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Blood of Fiends 22, Pathfinder Player Companion: Psychic Anthology 4, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 264, Pathfinder RPG Occult Adventures 72) N Medium outsider (native) Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +4 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex) hp 11 (1d8+3) Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +5 Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee bone dagger +3 (1d4/19-20) or . . phantom blade +3 (1d6+2/18-20) or . . 2 claws +3 (1d4+2) Special Attacks spell combat Spiritualist (Phantom Blade) Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4) . . 1st (2/day)—chill touch (DC 14), cure light wounds . . 0 (at will)—detect magic, guidance, stabilize, touch of fatigue (DC 13) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 14, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 7 Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 15 Feats Weapon Finesse Traits two-world magic Skills Acrobatics +4, Disguise +0, Intimidate +0, Knowledge (geography) +5, Perception +4, Profession (trapper) +7, Spellcraft +5, Survival +4; Racial Modifiers +2 Disguise, +2 Intimidate Languages Abyssal, Common, Orc SQ phantom blade: alertness, phantom blade: phantom touch, phantom blade: telepathy, phantom blade: weapon of the mind, prehensile tail[ARG] Other Gear bone dagger, backpack, bedroll, magus starting spellbook, sewing needle, thread (50 ft.), waterskin -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only). Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks. Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks. Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks. Phantom Blade: Alertness (Ex) Gain Alertness when wielding or harboring phantom weapon. Phantom Blade: Phantom Touch (Ex) Constant ghost touch. Instead of breaking, weapon harbored in consciousness for 1 day. Phantom Blade: Telepathy (Su) The spiritualist can telepathically communicate with his phantom blade if it is worn or held. Phantom Blade: Weapon of the Mind (Ex) 1 min store weapon in mind and gain unarmed strike enhance, full-rd to re-manifest blade. Prehensile Tail Your tail can retrieve small objects on your person as a swift action. Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other. -------------------- Always an outcast, even amongst those in her own cave, Cythril had long pondered the outside. Pondered but failed to act, always unwilling to risk the life she had for the life she might have. Being born cursed, there was little choice in the matter. But, it time, the true nature of her curse became apparent. She was cursed to live, even as her parents and siblings aged and died around her while only she lived. The same with her nieces and nephews, living their lives withing the cave they all called home as time passed slowly for her. Then came the time of dying, the time of the sand-sickness, and all save a handful of her family died a horrid death, coughing blood and clawing at the weeping pustules that covers their bodies. And she watched as they died, throwing their bodies in the yard far below, the others too afraid to touch their bodies or performs the proper rituals. In the end, the few survivors took the dying time as a sign from the gods. Gathering all that remained of the clan, they ventured forth, joined by the others. Those that lived in the other caves, spoken too only in passing by those how gathered food and water. Time now passes even more slowly, as Cythraul sits alone, the last of her clan listening to the lonely wind tell its tail of far away places. The traps provide less food with each passing moon now, and the oasis, the source of life slowly dies. The time for waiting and listening to the wind has passed and there is no more clan. Today the curse ends, and death is welcome. Or perhaps the wind is wrong and something else awaits beyond the yard...
Either way, a scimitar is not better than claws for my character until 3rd level.
Corrected a few issues: Cythraul Dig: Cythraul Dig
Female tiefling magus (bladebound, kensai) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 264, Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Combat 55, Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Magic 9, 47) N Medium outsider (native) Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +6 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 14, touch 14, flat-footed 10 (+4 Dex) hp 11 (1d8+3) Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +3 Defensive Abilities canny defense +1; Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee bone dagger +4 (1d4-1/19-20) or . . 2 claws +4 (1d4+1) Special Attacks arcane pool (+1, 4 points), spell combat Magus (Bladebound, Kensai) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +4) . . 1st—shield . . 0 (at will)—arcane mark, prestidigitation -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 12, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 7 Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 15 Feats Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (scimitar) Traits seeker Skills Acrobatics +5, Bluff +0, Knowledge (geography) +4, Perception +6, Profession (trapper) +5, Spellcraft +7, Stealth +6, Survival +2; Racial Modifiers +2 Bluff, +2 Stealth Languages Abyssal, Common, Dwarven, Elven, Orc SQ chosen weapon, prehensile tail[ARG] Other Gear bone dagger, backpack, bedroll, magus starting spellbook, sewing needle, thread (50 ft.), waterskin -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Arcane Pool +1 (4/day) (Su) Infuse own power into a held weapon, granting enhancement bonus or selected item powers. Canny Defense +1 (Ex) +INT bonus to AC (max Kensai level). Chosen Weapon (Scimitar) Kensai abilities only function when wielding a weapon of this type. Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only). Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks. Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks. Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks. Prehensile Tail Your tail can retrieve small objects on your person as a swift action. Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other. -------------------- Always an outcast, even amongst those in her own cave, Cythril had long pondered the outside. Pondered but failed to act, always unwilling to risk the life she had for the life she might have. Being born cursed, there was little choice in the matter. But, it time, the true nature of her curse became apparent. She was cursed to live, even as her parents and siblings aged and died around her while only she lived. The same with her nieces and nephews, living their lives withing the cave they all called home as time passed slowly for her. Then came the time of dying, the time of the sand-sickness, and all save a handful of her family died a horrid death, coughing blood and clawing at the weeping pustules that covers their bodies. And she watched as they died, throwing their bodies in the yard far below, the others too afraid to touch their bodies or performs the proper rituals. In the end, the few survivors took the dying time as a sign from the gods. Gathering all that remained of the clan, they ventured forth, joined by the others. Those that lived in the other caves, spoken too only in passing by those how gathered food and water. Time now passes even more slowly, as Cythraul sits alone, the last of her clan listening to the lonely wind tell its tail of far away places. The traps provide less food with each passing moon now, and the oasis, the source of life slowly dies. The time for waiting and listening to the wind has passed and there is no more clan. Today the curse ends, and death is welcome. Or perhaps the wind is wrong and something else awaits beyond the yard...
Backstory: Always an outcast, even amongst those in her own cave, Cythril had long pondered the outside. Pondered but failed to act, always unwilling to risk the life she had for the life she might have.
Being born cursed, there was little choice in the matter. But, it time, the true nature of her curse became apparent. She was cursed to live, even as her parents and siblings aged and died around her while only she lived. The same with her nieces and nephews, living their lives withing the cave they all called home as time passed slowly for her. Then came the time of dying, the time of the sand-sickness, and all save a handful of her family died a horrid death, coughing blood and clawing at the weeping pustules that covers their bodies. And she watched as they died, throwing their bodies in the yard far below, the others too afraid to touch their bodies or performs the proper rituals. In the end, the few survivors took the dying time as a sign from the gods. Gathering all that remained of the clan, they ventured forth, joined by the others. Those that lived in the other caves, spoken too only in passing by those how gathered food and water. Time now passes even more slowly, as Cythraul sits alone, the last of her clan listening to the lonely wind tell its tail of far away places. The traps provide less food with each passing moon now, and the oasis, the source of life slowly dies. The time for waiting and listening to the wind has passed and there is no more clan. Today the curse ends, and death is welcome. Or perhaps the wind is wrong and something else awaits beyond the yard...
I would like to apply, will have a backstory written later today. Cythraul Dig:
Cythraul Dig
Tiefling magus (bladebound, kensai) 1 Neutral Medium outsider (native) Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +6 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 10 (+4 Dex, +1 Dodge) hp 11 (1d8) Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +3 Defensive Abilities canny defense; Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee Bone Dagger +4 (1d4-1/19-20/x2) or . . Claw(x2) +4 (1d4+1/20/x2) Special Attacks Magus (Bladebound, Kensai) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +5): . . 1st—shield (1) . . 0 (at will)—arcane mark, detect magic, prestidigitation --------------------
Special Abilities:
Claws 1d4 damage primary attack Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only). Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks. Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks. Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks. Prehensile Tail Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other. Spellbook: all magus 1st:Frostbite, infernal healing, keep watch, obscuring mist, shield, vanish
Carefully approaching the wooden door, Cythraul inspects the area for traps.
Examining the door, Cythraul shrugs, Clockwise it is.
Stepping into the new dungeon, Cythraul nods as she assesses the situation. 22 rooms. Do we want to move clockwise or counter clockwise?
I am good to go, and don't plan on sleeping in the dungeons.
Cythraul Update:
+1 level magus/wizard
With 10+ encounters / adventuring day, guardian is going to be important for resource conservation.
Cythraul will be sinking her 1k gold into a +1 cloak of resistance. I should be fully updated. I went Guardian and dual-pathed into Archmage.
I should have my updated posted soon. Are we picking up our first mythic tier now, or will that come later?
Cythraul approaches behind Elliomander, peering through the open archway.
With her initial target down, Cythraul steps up towards the remaining kobold, skewering the creature on the points of her blades. for
Following closely behind Elliomander, Cytraul moves to dispatch a second kobold, her shadowed blade reaching to its victims throat.
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I detox from the internet while on vacation, remind myself that life does exist outside computers. It'll be at least six months before I unplug again.
I am back from vacation. I hope everyone had as much fun for Christmas as I did.
Calling upon her remaining power, Cythraul gathers shadows around her blade as she inspects the door for traps.
Heading towards the last unexplored rooms, Cythraul moves slowly and carefully, checking for traps as she proceeds.
I've held a few tricks in reserve, just in case.
Seeing the morlock standing before the treasure, Cythraul smiles as she move in to engage the creature. Looks like we finally get paid. for
We should move in, in an organized manner. I doubt that scroll will last longer than it takes to open the door.
Backtracking to the previously explored cleared room, Cythraul inspects the unopened eastern door.
Cythraul charges into the flank, sinking her blade deep into the bugbears side. for
Quickly healing Elliomander, Cythraul moves to inspect the iron door.
Gesturing to Jason and Elliomander to follow, Cythraul charges the cave fisher, her sword failing to find its mark.
Catching up to Jason, Cythraul inspects the door before opening it.
With her opponent ignoring her, Cythraul drives hom a solid blow on the creature. for
Mildly disturbed by the creatures attempt to attack her instead of a nearer target, Cythraul charges the creature, blade arcing with magic as she closes.
Finding an unlocked iron door is both intimidating and disturbing. Cythraul carefully examines both the door and the surrounding area for traps, avoiding touching anything.
Following behind Elliomander, Cythraul examines the North door for traps, finding none.
With the bats swooping towards her, Cythraul raises a cloud of acidic dust from the ground, throwing it in the air between her and the swarm. DR 13 Fort save or sickened for 1 round.
Cythraul also moves up towards the door, ready to call forth another acidic cloud when the bats become visible.
Cythraul takes the lead, carefully examining the door to the next room. I should have little difficulty with another swarm. I would prefer to check the shelves for information and possibly spellbooks.
Moving in front of Elliomander Cythraul slashes at the nearest centipede with her rhoka, her blade sinking deep into the giant insect.
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