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Hey dudes!
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I see what you are saying. I have the two inverted. Strange, eh? I will use Scorching Burst. May I use the same Attack Roll? Could we just split the damage on the other roll? Modifier is the same on the Damage rolls. I will also update my CS so I don't do that again. Thanks for pointing that out.
"The rats?" Dyrnwyn replies absently as he frets over the disappearance of the goblins. "Well, let us see what we can do about the vermin ..." Stepping to the edge of the pit-trap, the wizard motions quickly with his hands as a wave of fire washes into the depths.
Revived and anxious, Dyrnwyn moves between the pillars to target the crossbow wielding goblins.
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Looks right to me, sheew!
"I can't believe we just walked into this!" Dyrnwyn's cries in exasperation, ripping at the crossbow bolts embedded in his flesh. Noting the severity of his injuries and amount of blood lost, the Eladrin opts for countermeasures. Vanishing in a mist from the stairs, he reappears moments later between the pillars and alongside the pit which has swallowed Frivry. Calling upon his otherworldly constitution, Dyrnwyn gasps as a slight wave of healing washes over him.
Dyrnwyn cries out as the javelin strikes him and notes the source of the attack across the chamber. Leaning against the stairwell wall, he tears the missile from his body with an Eladrin curse.
"Your support is much appreciated," the Eladrin replies to his companion, as he makes his way down the stairs. Upon seeing the illumination at the termination of the staircase, Dyrnwyn hesitates for a moment. "Shall I extinguish this Light?" Dyrnwyn asks, pointing cautiously at the torch flickering below.
"Apparently so, Silo," Dyrnwyn laughs, pondering his confusion. "I would attribute it to my near fatality in our first encounter with the kobolds. There might be residual damage." "Either that or I need a drink." "I will lead the way," he adds, positioning the staff before him and beginning the descent. "Be prepared to aid me, friends, as I wear no armor!" "The tracks here suggest something different than kobolds. It appears that the creatures have shod feet."
Nature (which is Wisdom-based, BTW)
Dyrnwyn examines the ruins above the subterranean staircase with a keen eye for historical and theological significance and pauses before entering the underworld. With a gesture and a wink, the wizard creates an arcane illumination upon the staff he bears and admires the glow suffusing the head of the device. "Place your weapons before me," Dyrnwyn offers. "I will cast a spell that will preserve our resources, should we need torches or light once we are below."
"Indeed," Dyrnwyn concurs, preparing for the day's journey. "Shall we away?"
"I agree, Silo," Dyrnwyn says as he aids in the preparation of the campsite. "Our foes are not to be made light of." Using his well-honed cantrips, the wizard clears the detritus from the area and creates a small campfire for the company to relax by and heat foods. "I would suggest that we extinguish the fire after we have eaten," the Eladrin states, nibbling on a trail ration. "That will lower our presence from any enemies that are prowling about ... or worse." "I need only require a brief reprieve from our efforts, as does my companion, to gain my spells again. I can stand watch during this period and for the duration of the night, if that would please you," Dyrnwyn says, checking his weapons and preparing for his trance.
Well after seeing this I want to play a Swordmage now Just downloading this now. Drow too, eh? I'm not certain what to expect with FR with the destruction of the known world. I've been reading Richard Lee Byers Undead, which i sone of the places in which the tale of the blue fire and the death of magic has played out. Only half way through it, though.
Thanks for the XP update. Didn't see this until just now.
"Ah, victory!" Dyrwyn exclaims with obvious relief at their hard-fought success. "This encounter seems, by all accounts, premeditated when contrasted with our initial dealings with the kobolds." "Once we search these vile creatures, we should make camp ... perhaps off from the road ... and recover from this arduous battle." "I am particularly interested in what this caster may yield," the wizard states, starting for the fallen spellcaster in search of spellbooks or arcane devices.
Sensing that the melee has shifted and that momentum has begun to favor the company, Dyrnwyn advances on the enemy caster and unleashes another arcane bolt. Brandishing his staff and motioning with his right hand, the mage summons a missile of force and launches it at the kobold wizard.
Buoyed by his success, Dyrnwyn moves clear of the melee and focuses on the kobold furthest from the group. Calling again upon the ancient teachings of the Eladrin and the magics of the fey world, the wizard conjures another missile of force and casts it toward the enemy mage.
Dyrnwyn holds his position away from the probing attacks of the kobolds and launches arcane assaults against the closest of the creatures. His hand glowing with an acidic green haze, Dyrnwyn hurls an orb of caustic venom at one of the assailants which bursts to infect its companion. Pivoting his staff on the coarse terrain, the wizard evokes a luminous blue bolt of power and casts it with an Eldarin curse at the second kobold.
"Gran is surrounded! We must aid him!" Dyrnwyn cries, feeling the resurgent strength of his healing flow over him. Racing past the withdrawn Frivry, the Wizard crosses back onto the path to join the encircled paladin. Brandishing his arcane staff and calling upon the infernal pacts of ancient Eladrin magic, Dyrnwyn summons a column of raging flame about one of the three kobolds harrying Gran.
With a familiar sense of impending death at the claws of kobolds creeping over him, the severely injured and failing Dyrnwyn assesses his options swiftly and opts for caution over valor. Drawing upon his Eladrin heritage as his kinsman had, the Wizard phases from the natural world into the Feywild to reenter the realm of the mundane several paces away from the vile creatures assailing the company. Gathering his strength and composure, Dyrnwyn prepares to make another arcane attack on the kobolds after a breath.
"The one to the North is a skirmisher!" Dyrnwyn declares, shifting his staff to target the creature closing in on him from the east. "Don't let it flank you with the others or they will mob you!" Flourishing the staff and crying out the names of fey exemplars, the Eladrin wizard reaches out with his hands in a threatening posture and unleashes a torrent of raging fire upon the kobold.
"Vengeance is mine," Dyrnwyn cries, wielding his staff with fury.
Dyrnwyn strikes out on the road, leaning casually on his staff and watching the skies for changing weather patterns. Turning his eyes toward the land about him, the Eladrin seeks out the flora and fauna of the unchartered, to his experience, region. "Why do you suppose that these villagers, from all stations of life, seem either ignorant or in denial of the Death Cult we were sent to investigate?" Dyrnwyn asks his companions, as he treads along. "Perhaps, we have been mislead..." he offers. "But to what end?"
Dyrnwyn glides a finger along the spine of an aged tome of an historical nature and turns to Valthrun. "Practically speaking, my specialty is the arcane arts," he offers in a respectful tone, appreciative of the scholar's interests. "However, I do dabble in History and the Natural world. More of a hobby than a vocation, I confess." "I would hope that, once our investigations are at an end, I might visit with you again to add to my own research." "Silo, I must say that I am in agreement with you," the Eladrin says to his companion. "And the sooner we embark, the better. Will we require any further gear?" he asks. "And Valthrun, are there any ... hindrances that you might make us aware of"
"Still this rejection of the cult's existence," the Wizard thinks, furrowing his high brow. Dyrnwyn is visibly intrigued by the vast, yet curiously chaotic, collection of tomes and parchment and struggles to make note of the myriad writings. "Valthrun, please pardon my inquisitiveness," the Eladrin apologizes. "It is merely an aspect of my nature. Are you, as am I, a mage, sir?" "I would dearly love to peruse you spellbooks and lore, if such relics are available," he asks with reverence, however fawning its appearance.
She looks at Dynrwyn, then back at her drink as she answers, sullenly. "Please leave me alone. I just came here to have a drink in peace. I've heard something about marauders on the road, but I haven't personally had any problems, so please leave me be. And I'm not your sister." "I ask your forgiveness," Dyrnwyn says with a slight bow before leaving the common room.
There is, however, also a permanent general store nearby, "Bairwin's Grand Shoppe."
Finishing his drink, Dyrnwyn rises from the table to secure a room for the evening. Passing the elven woman, the Wizard pauses and smiles. "I've just come from the road, sister," he explains with a genial quality. "I saw naught but the scourge of kobolds on the path. Do you seek someone?"
The Eladrin examines the carts and purveyors in the square, keen to note potions or exotic items that would enhance his arsenal and natural inquisitiveness. As the company makes for the chapel, Dyrnwyn thinks to return again once their interview is completed.
"Agreed," Dyrnwyn nods to Rhiannis's assessment, motioning him aside. "While I tend to believe Sister Linora's trust in her flock is sincere, I suspect that this well-intentioned faith in her followers is simply that ... well-intentioned," the Eladrin confesses in subdued tones. "Unfortunately, I have no spell to determine whether subterfuge is at play here. We should be cautious ..."
Thanks for the tip. I added the Cantrips, At Will, Encounter, and Daily text for my powers on my character sheet. I agree, the interface is primitive but the online resource is nice for pbp.
Dyrnwyn eagerly accepts the ale from the maiden with a sincere "thank you" in the common tongue and proceeds to empty a significant portion in his first attempt. Glancing about Wrafton's tavern with the veil of a whimsical traveler, the Eladrin notes the locals and more exotic patrons, particularly the elven woman guarding the door with her alert eyes. Familiar with the mannerism of his remote kinsmen, Dyrnwyn marks her watch with curiosity and hidden interest. At the approach of Eilinan the Old, he tips his ale and drains the remainder with an optimistic look toward the bar maiden. "I am Dyrnwyn, and it is true, I am not of these parts," he offers genially. "I am from a vanishing tower in the east and my folk make their passage when the Feywild manifest itself in your world." "I thank you for your welcome and confess that I know little of Kalarel, as well. It was our hope that one here might."
"Aye, and I could rightly slake my thirst with a goblet of wine! Perhaps several to wash the dust of the road from my lips," the Eladrin states with renewed vigor at the promise of libations.
Relishing the jaunt through the wilderness, the fey Dyrnwyn is a bit disappointed upon seeing the urban Winterhaven and its walled defenses. With a tap of his staff upon the path, the wizard approaches the guards with the group of adventurers and allows the others to present their request for audience. Hearing of the market, the Eladrin's ears perk up and he nods his approval for a visit to his companions, considering the potential for exotic and esoteric goods. Perhaps the city has its merits, he muses.
My first 4e XP!
"Uhhhhh ...," Dyrnwyn murmurs with a wince. "Many thanks. I felt myself slipping away for a moment." Wiping his thin fingers through his light hair, the Eladrin wizard stretches his arms out before him. "I must confess, I feel a bit different having closed in on death," he offers, mustering a small smile. Glancing about at the fallen kobolds, Dyrnwyn assesses the current situation. "Looks like we won. I have to say, I had some difficulty with that last one ... tough little bastards ... Do you think they were anticipating us?" Steadying himself, the Eladrin rises to stand. "We should search them to ascertain if their intent was more sinister than a mere ambush."
I was just reading this article, too!
Yeah, I thought that, in my reading of it, the Wizard gets the spellbook. I spent the 50 gold grudgingly, though. Just to be sure. I'll gladly use the cash on other devices.
Love Orwell and have taught 1984 a number of times! I have posted a new update to Dyrnwyn, hidden just beneath the Tiefling profile information.Give it a look and let me know if you see any changes that need to be made. I typed the rough up today, though I left the sketch on my desk. Anyone have any bandages?!
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