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Yes. Doing fine. Thank you for asking.
Feeling good in the neighborhood.
With Anton healed and a threat still immediate Delin will throw a daze cantrip in the face of the sin.
Seeing Zomeraand seething and wounded Delin will place her hand upon him and use her healing hex to try and close the wound. "Be strong." she offers, "We've already beaten one of these."
Delin will move forward and toss her lighted bead down so there is clear illumination for Anton.
Delin remains at the previous door, watching behind the group and waiting for any signs of trouble. She thumbs her lighted bead to calm her nerves.
I am as well. I check my new campaign several times a day, so whenever something gets going here I will pipe up.
I would guess on hiatus now given the complete lack of posting by half the remaining players and the DM having issues.
Were you waiting on me to make another post?
Anyone else watching the several Talden campaigns starting up?
"Should we start with the closest door?" Delin asks as she retrieves her lighted bead and pinches it between two slender fingers. "I feel that's the simplest answer if we're canvassing up here."
Delin has trouble making out details in the changing light. Unsure of if her eyes needed to adjust or not. Even when the group pulls close she has no recollection of who the statue is of, but the fierce expression makes her delicate features scrunch. "Better than an enemy." she admits softly, "Which direction now Zomeraand?"
(Will follow with a post in the morning.)
Delin will toss her lighted bead to the feet of the big humanoid. Her keen almond shaped eyes fall over it, inspecting it with curiosity.
Delin doesn't have knowledge: religion. She was just inspecting the door?
"As usual Zomeraand I find myself in agreement." Delin admits with some cheer despite their situation, "So who fancies the big scary doors?" Looking over those ominous doors the half elf inspects the construction. How they are mounted to the frame, what secures them closed, how large a gap exists between the doors and the doorframe, and how much room specifically exists between the doors and the floor. She does not touch them, leaning forward a bit but remaining back on her heels as she inspects them with her lighted bead.
Honestly, it's not a huge issue. We haven't drilled as a unit in two months, corona isn't hitting us hard, we're a trans company doing a home station AT so most will be convoy and return to armory, and people drive their trucks in isolated pairs. Then there is the very low mortality rate coming from spotting it early/having a healthy patient to start/knowing how best to treat it as opposed to following bad treatment advice from the WHO and China. I'm not the least bit worried, though I am definitely going to do all I can to minimize risk.
So the door opens to a different passage? Just to give advance notice: I am in the Iowa Army National Guard and my current annual training dates are the 2nd-20th of June. As I am currently using a burner phone (phone was stolen) I will be unable to post on those dates.
I have the same issue where I think I have posted and it turns out I didn't. It's killing me because it's really inconsiderate of my to not post. I apologize for the delay.
"The door?" Delin suggests, "They might be coming in through the torn down wall, but the door is pre-existing structure. It might prove the safer option."
Delin notes the discomfort of M'ara's bird, but oddly smiles. Her own familiar was a barely felt weight on her collar. For all she could feel Ibbit was likely sleeping. She fingers the knot loose on a strand of beads hanging from her garments, then retied it after slipping one free. She replaced her light cantrip, palming the light source in case it would need to be thrown.
In all seriousness Delin is far from a ranger. Luck of the rolls have been with her.
"I've just been fortunate with my shots." Delin remarks as she first reloads her crossbow before peeking past the others at the horrid thing they had slain. The frightening design of it made the toothy goblins they had fought paled in comparison. "I hope there aren't more of those." she added.
Delin frowns at the situation the group was in, but follows suite after M'ara. She takes a painfully long time aiming as Anton was directly engaged with this horrible thing. Worrying first about hitting the man, and then really seeing the horrific creature she shrinks back. But hearing M'ara's crossbow release Delin stands up to her full height, closes her other eye, and pulls the trigger on her own crossbow.
My fault. I held us up.
>_< I missed all the posting!
Delin aims to daze the creature if she can, hand shooting up in alarm as she shouts a word in elvish to command it's attention.
I feel like we're missing something.
Delin watches M'ara cats her spell and quickly follows suite with a smile. Looking at the tunnel ahead she checks her crossbow is still secure. Rather than draw it though, she pulls her dagger out and steps into line behind Anton.
"That seems sound." Delin admits, "Lest we end up surrounded when we go deeper." Looking to Anton since he was leading the way, she shrugged.
I was very fortunate that while I had to do a fresh install on this computer... it did not set me back very long.
Delin will set aside her crossbow and her pack as she prepares to go below. Touching a marble hanging from a chord of leather at her breast pocket she will cast the light cantrip on it. The act seems as simple as signing a quick prayer. Then, as the small bead glows bright she sweeps her hand out and mutters a few Varisian accented phrases to complete another spell as an invisible field of force manifest itself around her. There is an odd tactile sensation those near her feel as she does this, but it is hard to place. She kneels there near her belongings a moment, seeming to be collecting her thoughts before she draws up her pack and her crossbow. She carefully racks back the lever action of the weapon and slots her first bolt before readying the weapon. "Alright." she says, "Who is to go first?"
(OOC: Nothing that springs to Delin's mind. She's ready.)
I am really thankful Anton and M'ara are playing things out as I have been having personal issues and insomnia. Completely spaced this campaign for several days. >_< I'm sorry.
Delin nods to her companion's suggestion. "You couldn't pay me to go down there without the others."" she admits warily as she watches the illuminated part of the tunnel for threats.
"Of course Zomeraand." Delin answers with a smile, "I apologize. I'm used to getting an idea in my head and acting on it alone. Having people who might want to follow me is... new." The half elf waits for him to collect himself to leave, and then will set out walking alongside the mage. As the guard notices them and comments Delin's features sour ever so slightly. She wasn't sure why, but being called a light witch bothered her. "My name is Delin." she corrects in as polite a tone as she can, "What is your name sir guardsman? Have you noticed any activity within?" Later Finding nothing new but the tunnel mentioned in the diary Delin collects a stray piece of glass and casts light on it and tosses it down the tunnel before drawing her crossbow. She made no move to proceed, wordlessly watching the tunnel for any threat.
"I will go to the glassworks in advance and see if there is anything else to find before we look for this tunnel." Delin explains, "I have a feeling there might be some detail I can find while you finish your business." (OOC: Delin will do as she said. Going to have a scout around the glassworks for anything interesting they might have missed.)
https://youtu.be/JWKSmPO3p4M?t=73 Nevermind this much more accurate: https://youtu.be/cCOwQKYd8Yc?t=243
So with "Wrath of the Righteous" coming as a follow up to Owlcat's "Kingmaker" title I have been looking at mythic paths. That led me to Aerial Assault. An absurd power that let's you jump obscenely high into the air and grapple foes to the ground without taking damage. They instead take the damage. So if you made a grappler fighter and paired them with a barbarian who has taken body bludgeon and hurling/greater hurling/ect you could have them throw an enemy into the air and then spinning pile driver them into the ground ala Zangief. ...or have your wizard teleport them sixty feet into the air. ...or have your wizard make you huge so you could power bomb a dragon out of the air. It's a fun concept. Maybe I'd call them Feignaz (Zangief backwards).
"If they have convinced these quasits to aid them we should investigate there first." Delin reasons, "As soon as word gets out about Tsuto they might attack from there." (OOC- I am giving everyone else time to resolve their threads through the day before Delin tries to commit the group to any course.)
Delin will keep a careful eye on Ameiko and offer her more healing on the new day. She suspects the innkeeper might try to push things and not properly rest, so she sits in and looks through the diary with Zomeraand if the mage will humor her. "Golbins, bugbears, a demon, and plans to bring up... quasits from below the glassworks?" she remarks as the plans were laid out in the journal, "Egads but the town seems in for a lot." The scope of the plans against Sandpoint seem overwhelming, but a slight rueful smile come across here features. Noticing yet another look from some of the locals she lifts a hand and waggles slender fingers at them. "Does this mean we'll all end up quasit hunting?" she asks the mage.
"I have closed some of your wounds, but do not try to move." Delin cautions, "You are still terribly hurt."
Delin takes her knife, cutting away the leather gag and then turning her head to listen carefully to Ameiko's breathing. She tilts the woman's head back with both hands, trying to open her airway. It did little to help the shallow breaths. "At least her airway isn't obstructed." the half-elf reasoned. She let her more innate witchcraft come to her, still cradling the woman's head as she used healing power on her. "Ameiko? Can you hear me?" she asks, looking down with concern.
I am aware. I don't normally format my text because I prefer a more classic script. I'll keep it in mind that others might have different preferences. Thank you.
Delin nods to M'ara, grateful for the help. Though the other witch could likely manage without the naueated half elf. As they head back inside and see the poor victim Delin rushes over to care for them.
(OOC: Will use healing hex if needed. That was supposed to be a heal check.)
The decidedly petite half elf manages to pin her opponent with the aid of Zomeraand's magic and the threat of death made painfully apparent by Lief's arrow. "Can someone else take over?" she asks through heavy breaths as she wrestles the enemie's arm behind their back and pin them, "They stink."
Delin fumbles in her attempt to grapple her opponent, panicking as she claws at their clothing for a hold. "Help!" she shouts in panic, "I got a bad guy!"
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