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Indeed, thank you for trying. I was enjoying the adventures of Drusellia, but as a GM myself, I fully understand that if your heart isn't in it, it's time to quit. Dru, by the way, was working her way towards becoming a monk/sorcerer. That's what the mysteriousness was all about.
"We can't go after it!" Dru shouts, "And I'm almost bereft of spells!"
Dru decides, with the luck of the lipstich working, to try one more time with a magic missile.
Spells: U/1/3/6/4
"Noooooooo!" Dru screams in anger. Desperate now for any edge, no matter how small, she tries again to lipstich the dragon. (DC 16)
Just so everyone is aware; convention season is upon us again! I serve as the Game Operations Director (that is, the Director of the Game Room) at CoastCon, a local convention in 1.5 months, and this takes up a lot of my already pressed time. So if I am slow to update or respond, please bear with me and bot me as needed.
In a state of desperation, Dru gets an idea. Knowing that it probably will not work, she decides to try anyway. She casts lipstitch on the dragon!
Lipstitch:
A rare spell without verbal components, lipstitch sews the target’s lips tightly together if it fails a saving throw, such that no clear speech, bite attacks, spellcasting, or use of command words is possible. The target takes 1d6 points of damage as the stitches weave through flesh. The victim can still make enough noise to be heard at a distance with a DC 10 Perception check.
The thread created by lipstitch can be burst with a DC 20 Strength check as a standard action or can be sliced open with a piercing or slashing weapon (wielded by the target or an ally) as a full-round action. Cutting the thread provokes attacks of opportunity, while making a Strength check does not. Either option causes 1d6 points of damage and 1 point of bleed damage. The target has a 20% chance of failing to cast spells with verbal components until the bleeding is stopped. The effects of multiple castings of this spell do not stack. Optionally, the thread can be removed more carefully over the course of a minute with a DC 20 Heal check. If the check fails, the target takes damage and bleeds as described above. If the check succeeds, the stitches are removed with no harm. Creatures with no mouths are unaffected by lipstitch. Creatures with multiple mouths lose the use of only one mouth per casting—the particular mouth is chosen by the caster. Spells: U/2/4/6/4
Dru intones a prayer and tries yet another magic missile, hoping against hope to damage the dragon. She sighs and swears under her breath as her magic does nothing to the beast.
Spells: U/2/5/6/4
Dru stays under cover, assuming that she was able to find some, and throws a trio of magic missiles at the dragon.
Spells: U/3/5/6/4
Dru throws herself to one side, avoiding the brunt of the attack, but still suffering a serious burn on her left side. Realizing that she cannot survive another blast like that, she draws a scroll tube from her belt and opens it, unfurling the contents and reading the spell aloud.
As soon as the ray hits (assuming that it does), she begins looking for any cover that she can hide behind and will get behind it post-haste.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Joyous Yule, and Glad Kwanza, as appropriate.
Dru throws another trio of magic missiles at the creature.
Spells: U/4/5/6/4
Dru sends another fusilade of missiles in that direction.
Spells: U/5/5/6/4
Dru uses the only spell she has that will have any effect; magic missile. Three missiles spring from her outstretched fingers to fly unerringly to the target.
Spells: U/6/5/6/4
Congratulations! Like Galahad, I am very busy but for other reasons. My wife has glaucoma which has already claimed the sight in her right eye and is eating away at the vision in her left. To further complicate matters, she had a cataract removed from her left eye, but during the operation, there was some minor temporary damage to the optic nerve. Long story short, it should heal in two to three months, but until then, I am her official reader. She can make out blurred images of people and if they speak, she is pretty good at recognizing voices, but she can't read anything.
"Interesting," Dru states aloud, considering the creature before them.
Dru intones throws yet another scorching ray, in hopes of bringing the beast low.
Spells: U/7/5/6/4
Dru intones another spell and twin rays of fire burst from her outstretched hand. [color=red]fire[/color]
Spells Remaining: U/7/6/6/4
"Gods! Is there no end to this menagerie?" Dru concentrates, causing the earth to shift beneath the render's feet. vs. CMD
Dru tries again with the only effective spell that she has, ray of frost.
Cold.... we need cold. Dru's mind races, trying to find a spell that will fit the situation. All of her spells except magic missile and ray of frost would be useless against the thing. In desperation, she tries a ray of frost.
"Slag shard!" Dru shouts, recognizing the creature for what it is. "Ware the heat it gives off!" Stepping back, she readies a magic missile and lets fly.
Spells: U/6/7/6/4
"A stone of alarm," Dru says, examining the object. "Give it a command word and it affixes itself to an object. If anyone touches that object without giving the same word, the stone shrieks. It will continue this way for an hour, unless we can somehow find the command word. Leave it. It will only attract unwanted attention. "From the sparse nature of the packs, I think it is safe to assume that they belonged to the fallen Hellknights."
"I agree," Dru replies, "But I feel it possible that the original owners may have alarmed them, not as a trap, but to warn them that their belonging were being disturbed. Given that no one has responded, we can conclude that they are either dead, or no longer within hearing range."
Dru notes the pile of gear with interest and moves towards it, approaching with great care, lest it be a trap.
I think that might get us back on track, GM.
Dru shrugs non-committaly. "It could be of use to us, though I would hate to separate it from it's master if it doesn't want to go. Why not just ask it?"
"Agreed."
"As I said, there are forms of magic that can accomplish this; most notably transmute rock to mud. However, such magic is as yet beyond my capability to draw upon."
"There are magics, beyond my ability I'm afraid, that can allow men to pass through walls, and might leave them trapped inside if the magic ran out while they were in the wall. A horrible way to die." Dru suppresses a shudder. "There are also magics that can transform rock to mud or mud to rock. Perhaps a mudslide began and they became trapped when someone turned the mud to stone." Dru considers the wall for a moment, trying to determine if this is natural or the work of a spell of some kind.
"I think that our friend is trying to tell us that they are inside the wall."
Just a heads up: I am going to be at a con tomorrow through Monday. Please bot me as necessary.
"Well, now we know what happened, at least. We just need to find their remains." (To the orb) "Where are their physical remains?"
"I wonder if it means the knights we are seeking?"
Dru watches the creature with interest.
Drusellia, knowing that she cannot reach the opponents, settles for a guarded ready. If any descend to their level, she attacks with her rapier.
Drusellia fires off a magic missile at the nearest cloud creature.
Spells: U/6/7/5/4
Not knowing what else to do, Dru settles for launching a fireball at the two closest to the ceiling.
Moving with careful trepidation, Dru follows the others across the bridge.
Dru follows the others, keeping to the shadows.
Drusellia says, "We should go soon. Use the magic while it is available. I recommend that we move forward."
"You can talk to it?" Dru asks. She is readying an action to cast her spell shifting sand if the creatures seem hostile.
Dru brings to mind a spell, but does not yet cast, waiting to see what transpires.
"The rock here was formed by magma, or other intense heat. We should be very cautious," Dru notes.
Dru turns to Symon and smiles. "I am fine, my friend. I have just been... meditating."
Dru spends her time in solitary contemplation, refusing to leave her room, even for food. When she reappears, she is... changed; not physically, but clearly she is not the same person.
7th level:
8th level:
In the depths of her hood, Dru's eyes take in the newcomer. A gem, embedded in his forehead? Most unusual.
Sorry to see you go, my friend.
"Armitron, you shall be keenly missed, I am certain. Your skill at arms is unmatched and Iomedae surely has a champion in you." Dru takes his hand as she speaks. She kisses him gently on the cheek before turning back to the business at hand.
Dru draws her hood up to shield herself from the harsh sunlight. No matter how many centuries I live, I shall never become accustomed to the brightness of daylight.
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