Dusk motions for her zomgob to chase the slithergob, then cautiosly approaches the edge of a pit, peering in.
"Hello?" she calls a little hesitantly...
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Dusk waves a hand to quell the zombgob's fruitless whacking.
Dusk moves in to stab at the serpentine goblin...ordering her zombgob to attack the slithergob... Move Action: Close to reach with Tethiqua
[+2 str, +1 BAB, +1 Weapon Focus]
While awaiting Estria's scholarly translation Dusk orders her shambling zombie-gob to approach the entrance to the site/dig. She knows it is slow and will take time to get there. "Minion. Move there..." Dusk turns back to her companions. "I'd get it to guard the entrance, but if our target escapes the slithergob only to be killed by my minion...that would be...bad." she finishes lamely.
"So - inside - just the slithergob or more gobs with it?" Dusk asks matter of factly.
Dusk's face calms down as the goblin's vitality is drawn out of the corpse and into the girl, her physique warps, muscle-cords thicken and her movements are more adroit. She hears Nerak, and as she reaches for the next goblin murmurs: "I'll be right with you Nerak. Now. None of you panic, but this could get a little dread..." Her face tortures itself again, yawning and splitting and twisting as she sends rather than takes energy, but this time the energy is debased and dark. Dusk's eyes glimmer, losing their pupil momentarily and a keening, somehow deep voice speaks unintelligible whispers. The dead goblin shifts, then shakes and then finally begins to lurch on the ground, animating and rising before Dusk.
"There." she smiles at the undead goblin. "Wait!" she commands it, and it stands to rapt if lolling attention. "Now, Nerak - I can heal you..." Assuming he lets her, Dusk's touch heals:
points of damage
Dusk looks at the fallen goblins, a spark of something odd in her mien. She moves toward one and touches it, her chrono-tripartite faces shaking and wobbling as she does so. Move Action: Move to dead goblins by campfire. Standard Action: Use 1 spell point.
: Dusk will reanimate one of the goblins as a goblin zombie for 2 hours (lingering necromancy) with +4 to Str and Dex (empowered reanimate)
If it wasn't such a high level/mythic game I'd totally be up for it...
"Very well then..." whispers Dusk. The temporal warrior's face once more contorts as she lays a hand on Rammbock, altering his subjective relationship to time. She then moves forward to the oncoming battle. Standard Action: Time sphere ability: Haste.
Free Action: Spend spell point on Haste - Rammbock's Haste will last for two rounds...I guess this surprise round and the round after?
Move Action: Move 30' closer.
Dusk knows fate, and she knows the knife-edge it rests on. She places a cautioning hand on Rammbock's armored shoulder, whispering to the dwarf. "Ramm, how about we come in as the second wave? I know, neing a dwarf, you are more than hell-bent on armageddon on goblins, and coming in late might feel dishonorable, but those four seem to have done well not to alert the gob..."
"Foul little runts. Well, may fate smile on us!"
Serendipity: You may bestow luck upon your allies. All allies within range gain a +1 luck bonus to attack rolls, skill checks, ability checks, and saving throws. This bonus lasts as long as you concentrate. You may spend a spell point as a free action to allow this effect to continue for 1 round per caster level without concentration. Dusk weaves a mystic sign in the air, as she foes so her face contorts along a temporal line, somehow motes of her old, young and middle aged self warping across her features...
Dusk blinks. "Rammbock. How well do you see when you sleep? It's dark then as well. I'm not drawing foes to me with a torch at night like a flame for moths. Let us rest." Dusk replies earnestly, a yawn stifled by one tired hand.
"I'm in no hurry to get ambushed, but then I'm not the one who is missing. I just don't see well in complete darkness." Dusk's posture slumps a little. "Sandwiches, however nice aren't exactly filling nor the mightiest sustenance for a trek into the Tickwood to get killing someone that wasn't an enemy in the morning - that all took it out of me - I'm bushed. I'd rather start fresh in the morning and have all my wits about me."
Dusk smiles, and replies in a similarly hushed tone. "Tekk, I think Estria knows this man, so the randomness is moot. However, since we were victorious at the Festival - repelling a concerted attack on the town, we do seem to be féted heroes".
Dusk studies the man's comsternation, then looks to Estria. "I for one am willing to assist."
"I guess Rammbock eased his bladder." offers Dusk diplomatically. Having an...elastic view of mortality and the requisite uses of former living entities left her ill-equipped to carefully navigate the nuances of burial rites or their proper ministration. A part of her wanted to raise Gregan from the dead but she got a quite distinct impression that might be frowned on.
Unsure what this Asmodeus appears to have done to incite such hatred Dusk hovers nearby, refraining from any actual interment activity. When the group decides to leave Dusk still feels perturbed by something. "Melissa - the symbol of the Tickwood Hag - what is its derivation? I...somehow know it from somewhere - it is wholly familiar to me bu t I don't know it - if you take my meaning."
Dusk watches with little empathy as Rick attempts to save their aggressor. Then looks up after but a moment. "Now what?" she asks brightly. "Do we take his things to a church of Asmo....dood?"
Burnt and more than a little irritated, Dusk gets mean - the warpwarrior steps back, and jabs cruelly, trying to pin the Asmodean in the leg with her glaive. She grins with more than a little malice as her weapon finds flesh... (+2 str, +1 BAB, +1 Weapon Focus, -2 impale)
Impaled: An impaled creature cannot move and is battered for as long as it remains impaled. An impaled creature who attempts to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability must make a concentration check (DC 10 + your CMB + spell level), or lose the spell...
...This impalement may be broken when you lose control of the weapon used for the attack (such as by being disarmed), or by the impaled creature making a combat maneuver check as a standard action with a DC equal to your CMD. ...
"Graaaaoeww!!!" yells Dusk as the hellfire burns. She stabs out with her glaive reflexively as the Asmodean invades "her" "personal space". Her strike is forceful, but perhaps a little hurried... (+2 str, +1 BAB, +1 Weapon Focus)
Unsure of whether the madman can be reasoned with Dusk runs toward him, glaive barring his way. Move Action: Move to Close range as specified in ability.
I prefer Paizo as all my other games are here.
Level 2 Changelog: +1 BAB
+1 talent -Greater Ghost Strike
+1 bonus Feat - Necrosis Feat: Numb Mind
Got a few clear days coming starting tomorrow...
I'm getting hammered by RL, so still no level up yet. Maybe tomorrow...
So in addition to normal advancement, we get a free feat AND +1 to an ability score because 2nd is an even level? It might take me a lil bit until I get a chance to level up...
Knowing the bigger fighters will want to charge, Dusk defers to them, taking her time to thread a path through the boles and trunks to get into a flanking position. Her distaste for the bloated creatures is evident as she finds a path not near the satiated ones. Full Round Action: Double Move to get behind one of the ticks if that is possible.
"Mhmm!!!" adds Bloom, her mouth full of sandwich. "Mangks for the samwidges!" she manages, holding one up as evidence.
Sorry to hear that Vrog! Take care, and look forward to seeing you hear again in the future. Safe travels!
Dusk looks startled for a moment, as if shocked by something, though Tekk can tell it is not anytging he said, more something prompted in herself. "Umm. Since the festival. A few days? We really don't know each other that well..." she finishes lamely.
Dusk smiles politely at Tekk. "Dusk Bloom. Well met Tekk."
Dusk nods a greeting to the dwarf. "Dusk. Dusk Bloom. Well met Asguard Rammbock." is all she says in a calm voice. The pale girl wears her black hair long, tied back high. The ease with which she waers her baroque parade armor, buckler and spiked gauntlet attest to martial training and the glaive she holds appears well-maintained.
Events proceed from odd to strange. Dusk shrinks from the Sherriff's outburst, and just as quickly recomposes herself when Nerak recovers the situation. When K'pu speaks out Dusk nods. "I'll just bet she doesn't!"
Never one to shy away from enduring awkardness Dusk enjoys the uncomfortable silence as it fails to spoil this most interesting constitutional.
"Yes! Let's do that too!" agrees Dusk with a little forced enthusiasm and a genuine smile.
From reading that thread I didn't get the feeling they were certain about much to be honest.
"O....kay! I guess you may accompany us to Sandpoint, where we will accompany you to meet your contact. Agreed?" Dusk asks, the openness of her face attempting to clear the situation.
Dusk stifles a giggle at Nerak's quip. She relaxes her grip on her glaive and waits for an equally huffy answer from this Gregan character. Given the way he has answered almost all of their queries and comments she is fairly sure she doesn't like him, but has no actual reason not to trust him. Yet.
Dusk cants her head to the side. "Nerak. We need this fellow? Can you smell the hag out, you think?" she whispers to Nerak.
"No... we followed the creatures here." replies Dusk, becoming somewhat visibly irritated, hands clenching on the haft of her weapon. " I ask again. Who are you?"
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