Flix the Faerie Dragon's page

Flix sighs despondently as he carefully places the materials he was carrying down on the table by Grundersnutt.

"I apologize Mr. Grundersnutt, sadly she's been in a buzz ever since our mission to Averaka. I suppose encountering Thassilonian magic and its effects firsthand was inspiring for her." Flix finds an empty spot to land and seat himself, procuring a much more neatly managed journal of his own, "She said that the research hall would be much less active today, though I suppose with an organization as big as the Pathfinder Society, one can never predict when and how much activity there will be in any one place at any one time."

He thumbs his way through his journal to his most recent entry.

"I believe the strangest thing we encountered there was a automatically resetting magical trap that bestowed the oddest effect to those with a weak will. Essentially it provided the effected being with Spell Resistance, but only against spells that would be described as harmless." Flix scratches his chin, "Perhaps Wyra wants to try to channel that sort of magic into something useful." He mutters before flying over to lend Wyra a hand.

"Thunderlips? Sheesh, he sounds like a handful. Something tells me he'd be able to easily shake off my breath though, it's not extremely effective against anything save newer and less experienced Pathfinders. However I'll certainly give it a try." Flix replies with an expression of slight frustration. "After all, I owe you a favor. I may suggest a Silence spell, perhaps one with a smaller area of effect, though, it may be more effective as opposed to my breath weapon..."

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"Yes, thank you Mr. Grundersnutt, your services have been most appreciated. I, myself, have nothing to offer you, save a favor, but I do hope there will be someway I can repay you." Flix says, bowing his head politely.

"And you!" He exclaims, turning to Wyra with an expression of frustration, while still maintaining a rather carefully firm grasp on the research materials. "You said to meet in the main hall with all of these research materials. But where were you? All the way up here, sitting in your disk as you watched everyone going about their day." The little dragon, for all his bluster, still looks rather cute as he fumes at Wyra for her irresponsibility.

"Wait!" Flix exclaim, his foreclaw withdrawing from an offer of a handshake to slapping his forehead. "I keep forgetting that I have these abilities!"

Flix begins gesturing in an arcane manner, muttering a few words.

An unmoving completely life-like replica of Wyra appears before the group.

"Her robes are rather special, Mr. Grundersnutt, she's told me that they help amplify her bloodline, or something like that. Nevertheless she rarely removes them. As for her hair, well...she never has the same hairstyle for long, and she often changes it over the course of the day with Prestidigitation." Flix elaborates as he flitters about, making sure the illusory copy of Wyra is accurate. He then notices the strange fox who had been on Grundersnutt's head and had scampered off. "Who? Is that...a Pathfinder? There's something odd about that fox. Oh well, no matter..."

"An empathic link? Oh, right, yes!" Flix replies, scrunching his brow, clearly trying to focus his thoughts. His concentration quickly breaks as he hears Grundersnutt's observations on the research material.

"Oh, Wyra loves making effective use of fire spells, something of her specialty, though I have seen her make effective use of her school understanding. An acid infused fireball is rather interesting to watch, though likely less so to feel. Anyways, Wyra has had a recent fascination in the concept of overcoming the elemental resistances and immunities of creatures so that she could rely less on her school understanding." Flix deliberates, clearly quite knowledgeable on the subject, "Actually, did you know that Water Elementals posses no elemental resistances? And thus they actually can be injured by fire spells."

Flix attention quickly shifts to the heavily armored man with the bow and quivers slung over his shoulder. "A picture or footprint? No, I don't think I have any of that, sorry. Its nice to meet you Bart, I am Flix, Faerie Dragon familiar of Wyra Fraym." Flix offers a foreclaw for a handshake.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"Oh! Ok, yes, I suppose getting away from duties such as those might be nice. I wouldn't really know, the extent of my duties are essentially wand-wielder, go-for, research assistant, and best friend." Flix continues, smiling pleasantly. "I suppose my only problem is when Wyra gets distracted and runs off. I guess its the fate I've been served as the familiar of a Gnome."

"Oh, no offense intended Mr. Grundersnutt, and I presume you may be wondering if I can contact her telepathically. Unfortunately, no, she is not within one hundred feet of me."

"Oh yes, how foolish of me, Wyra is my...I hate to say master, it sounds so...unpleasant, but I'm her familiar. She's a Gnome like yourself, good sir, though perhaps she's not like you at all. At least not beyond sharing a similar biological makeup. She's got flaming red hair, bright orange skin, wears brilliantly colored robes, and has an undying fascination of fire." Flix sputters, clearly trying to be polite but still in a bit a of a flurry. |"Ohh...she's usually good about this...I really hope she forgot, I'd hate this to turn out to be some elaborate prank..."

Just inside the doors of Skyreach hovers Flix, his forelimbs filled with parchments, quills, a couple journals, and what appears to be several tribal fetishes.

"Can anyone help me? Wyra told me to get some things for her research and said that she'd meet me here. But I can't seem to find her..." The little dragon's expression quite clearly belies concern, frustration, and slight exhaustion.