As a heads up, I will be leaving early next Wednesday morning for a week and will have no Internet access. I will return the following Tuesday and should begin posting again late that night when I arrive at work.
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Cocking her head to the side, the oracle murmurs, "It's moving toward us but it is farther away than it sounded." Shen then continues to follow the others.
Disa follows the rest of the group through the tunnels.
"The patterns of the weave are blending within the chest. There must be some sort of spellbook inside."
DMBD: K Arcana or Spellcraft? I can only get a DC 10 Arcana (I am no longer trained in it), but I am trained in SC and can roll for that.
Disa thrusts out her hand again, with emphasis, repeating the word.
Sesi, BD mentioned we're both aasimar. That means you have at least cold resistance 5. How could you possibly be cold?
Disa moves about the room, carelessly glancing at, but not really paying any attention to, the various accoutrements scattered throughout the room. At Luke's warning, she turns to the chest. "I have no abilities with locks, but let's see if there some lingering aura of magic upon the chest." Raising a hand, she invokes a single word and peers intently at the chest for several seconds.
Sorry all, I selected my spells, but I then realized that without the skirnir archetype, I need to switch out all of my feats and traits. I am awaiting our illustrious liege's response to my queries. I doubt anyone would remember, but Disa is a volva, a diviner of runes. I asked BD about using words of power for my spell casting. He may have actually looked at the rules and thus may be stuck in his chair helplessly drooling down his chest. This may be what is holding him up.
I'm all but spells. Working on that now.
Welcome back! Black Dow and I were wondering what happened to you. Yeah, sorry about that. I sank a boat on the Colorado River. One of my grandmothers died. I had a heart attack. The first three weeks of August sucked. Are there any specific divine spells that the group is looking for out of an oracle? CLW will be there, but are there others that are needed?
Hi all. Thanks for having me back. I see that arcane is no longer a need for the party, so I will retool for something divine. Going to go for Oracle of Fate from the Northlands book.
Disa reporting for duty. She can start chittering if it will help speed the game along. =D
Disa moves to Ragnar, pulling out a scroll as she approaches the barbarian. Unfurling the parchment, she reads out the words of magic, in a foul sibilant hissing language, and a wan red light suffuses the Ulfen. The glow malevolently pulses every few seconds as his wounds began rapidly sealing themselves.
Once done, she pulls out another scroll and reads it, bathing herself in the same red light.
Disa charges to back up Ragnar. Stepping up beside him, she ploughs the spikes of her shield into the disgusting creature.
Disa cries out in pain as the monstrous jaws clamp shut on her leg. Marshaling her thoughts, the shield maiden channels her own innate resistance onto the spikes of her shield causing them to glisten with corrosive acid. Grunting with the effort, she slams into the beast with the weight of her whole body through her shield.
Just a heads up. I am leaving for California this morning and will not be back until early Tuesday morning. I won't have any access until that time, so I will not be posting until late Tuesday.
Nose wrinkled in disgust at the overpowering stench, Disa narrows her eyes as she glares at the beast.
Wow, that is so weird. I had this epic reply all typed up in response to your epic post that was eaten by the board outage and I haven't summoned up the gumption to rewrite it either... =P
Meowz, sorry to hear about the setbacks. It's never easy and the holidays always makes it worse. It's very good to see you back, hale if not yet healthy. Take your time. There's always room at the table for you.
We'll be here, brother.
Disa peers at the creature. "Do you not have any food to eat?"
"By all means, come taste the stiele and ácwudu of my skold." Disa walks into the room ready to spellstrike whatever comes at her.
Disa snorts at her companion's words. "Less talk, more blod."
At Ragnar's warning, Disa readies her skold for trouble.
Without glancing back, Disa remarks, "There was the sound of footsteps and a ragged breath, but it has now stopped. Be prepared." Disa begins moving steadily forward down the main tunnel keeping her shield up in a careful position.
Preceding her two companions back out of the side passage, Disa steps out to see scorch marks in the main tunnel and smell the burned flesh. As Muli moves back to help Ragnar, she steps up, carefully stepping over the tripwire to take point. Keeping her skold up, she maintains a defense against anything coming up from the deeper reaches.
With a hurried glance, Disa does a double take at the bone handled blade. "That is heinous, Ragnar. That is crafted from the bone of an infant. That blade is discolored with what seems to be blood. I would guess you managed to find some kind of sacrificial tool. Not the good kind of sacrifice."
Disa braces herself as Luke and Ragnar work to get Ragnar out of the pit. She keeps her gaze pointed back toward the main passage as the wail echoes throughout the cave.
Disa drops the rope down the hole.
"Wha-? Fell into a trap? Gah!" Disa moves farther into the passage, reaching back into her backpack as she does to retrieve her fine rope. Moving to Luke, she hands back the rope. "Here take this." She says as she keeps her eyes looking toward the main shaft and her skoldur in position in front of her.
"What are you talking about? We three are all standing here."
Disa shakes her head and calls in a stage whisper to the two out in the main passage, "The shield doesn't offer much protection when you stand on the pointy side of it. Come down here, racoon, from the smell of it there is carrion for you."
Disa follows the rest down the right hand branch of the tunnel, but stops once inside the entrance. She places herself in a crouch, facing out toward the main tunnel with her shield at the ready. She quietly waits to see what may sneak in after them.
At the words of the déor hwerfung, Disa adds, "Muli is correct. There is a faint line in the dirt just ahead."
Disa hazards a glance forward, but the press of bodies obscures any signs from her vision. She resumes her rear guard stance and awaits the actions of her comrades.
Disa waits as the others line up to enter the low opening. She assumes the last position, keeping an eye back.
Disa slams the spiked shield into the beast's maw a second time
Disa gathers her will and the spikes of her shield respond, arcs of electrical energy passing between them. She slams the shield into the face of the hideous creature as it appears over the lip of the enbankment.
Take your time, BD.
At the movement of the others, Disa belatedly realizes that she is standing atop the entrance to the lair. Moving as quickly as she may, the skirnir moves to get alongside the other scildwiga in order to prepare a scildburg or bordweall.
Hi folks, I'm still here as well, just been a bit busy this summer with a new job. Congrats on the new job!
At Muli's words, Disa immediately stops her clumsy progress through the snow. She slowly looks to her left and right, wondering where exactly is the lair. She hunches her shoulders, giving a questioning look towards the others.
Stumbling through the snow even with a pair of snowshoes strapped to her feet, Disa pulls up short at the sight of her allies approaching from the other direction. "Seems I found you in time, after all."
DMBD:
From beyond the ruined wall the snap of a tree branch sounds out like a shot from an Alkenstar firearm. "Ic i áwierge!" The mutterings of a feminine voice carries over the quiet snow.
Disa notes the dweorg's first blod on Ragnar. She purses her lips at Ragnar's return blow. This will not end well... as the duel continues.
Disa impassively watches the duel, beginning to mentally calculate the weregild of each combatant based on their competency and how the loss of such will surely impact the party of the loser.
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