Darius Finch

Ehlissa the Stand-In's page

15 posts. Alias of PsionicFox.


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Vesh wrote:
Is Fabes back or is PsiFox still running Ehlissa?

I'll post again.

Seeing Corran under assault, Ehlissa let out a bttlecry, and sprang forward, striking out at the little bugger, her glowing sword whistling through the air.

'Castle isn't working for me right now, so this is a manual roll. Apologies.

Charge attack. 1d20+9=19 (Roll of 10). Targeting Goblin in E11.

Damage: 1d8+2=10 (Roll of 8).


Assuming that Fabes can't post yet, I'll pitch in as our favorite Knight-errant for a bit longer...

"Hold, miscreant!" Ehlissa cries, seeing the thin man flee from the battle. Realizing she cannot pursue him without abandoning her comrades, Ehlissa moves alongside Malcom, swinging her enchanted blade in a vertical slash at the goblin Malcom is fighting.

Attack roll (includes BLESS). (1d20+7=23)

Longsword damage. (1d8 2=9)

Uh, can I say...wow? I kinda feel sorry for the little bastards now.


Vesh wrote:
Vesh's perception check (1d20-4=10). Boo.

Try this on for size! Sorry Fabes!

Perception. (1d20+1=2)


santinj@ wrote:
Close your eyes and pretend I'm Ehlissa--didn't feel like making another messageboard alias.

Sorry, I was having computer troubles...

Here's my post.

JSL wrote:
If Ehlissa delays until now (see revised initiative below), she can attack a red goblin since they are no longer flat-footed. Also, I have not put Veren on the map. I'm okay with him participating, but I don't think he would do anything helpful or fancy without Naelah or someone with Handle Animal directing him. So if you want to add him in, by all means, do so. But he must always take the most direct route to attack the nearest foe and stay on that foe until it is down or until another foe hits him. Does that sound fair?

That's cool with me.

Her strict code allowing her to do nothing else, Ehlissa waits for the goblins to become aware of their presence before leaping into the fray. "Die, goblin filth!" She cries, charging one of the goblins.

Longsword attack (+1 From Bless +2 From Charge). (1d20+9=15)

Attacking the goblin JSL mentioned via charge attack.

I'll post actions for Veren in a sec.


Ehlissa will not take the charge action. The Goblins count as being flat-footed, so she can't attack them yet (It breaks her knightly code).

Clearing the doorway, Ehlissa points her sword at the nearest goblin, her voice becoming strong and resolute. "Die, goblin scum!"

Move to J6. Using Knight's Challenge on Goblin in J10.

Veren: Veren will most likely move to attack the goblin in G11. Charging if he can, and making a trip attack. Unless you just want to NPC him JSL.


The moment the door is open, Ehlissa is through, moving clear of the entrance and scanning for any of the little creatures.

Perception (1d20+1=5)

Initiative (1d20+5=19)


"Vesh, will you do the honors?" Ehlissa asked, drawing her new longsword after ensuring her shield was secured to her arm. "I will take point." Despite her illness, she was still willing to enter the fray. "Corran, enter behind me, fan left. Vesh, Mal, and Salome, you're next. Slidell, bring up the rear, if you would. Lets try and stick together."

Her recent battle experience seemed to have changed her - she was stronger, more sure of herself, willing to lead.

"Ready?"

Okay, Ehlissa would have to be Zoe - she's tough enough.


Almost ridden over, Ehlissa spits out an unladylike curse in surprise, before letting out another surprised sound, decidedly a happier one.

"Iomedae's Grace! Veren!" She cries, tears springing to her eyes at seeing the stalwart wolf in such a condition. Thinking quickly, she realizes, along with the others, that Naelah must be nearby.

"Salome, can you help him? I know he is a wolf, but he is a dear companion." She asks, turning pleading eyes on the desert woman.


SUB_Corran wrote:

"Indeed." Says Corran simply. "This inactivity is...irritating."

He then busies himself helping Ehlissa don her armor. Under his breath he asks her, "Are you up for this?"

Smiling at the ranger, Ehlissa stretches a little as she settles the armor, grateful for the help. "I certainly hope so. I won't let Sandpoint down." She says, strapping her new blade securely to her hip. Tying her hair back to stop it bothering her, she faces Corran squarely, a smile on her face.

"Shall we?"


Vesh wrote:
“Ehlissa!” He says in surprise. “Are you okay? I heard you were sick!” He takes her hands in his, “You don’t look well, sit.”

"I'm fine Vesh, truly." She said, assuring her companion. "Salome here took care of me." She continued, by way of explanation and introduction.

"If it weren't for her, I would probably still be very ill. What has happened since I fell ill?" This question she directs at the group.


Salome wrote:
"If I am not needed here, Lady Ehlissa and I could go to the Rusty Dragon. She knows people there, and I believe that there is a good chance that others may have been sickened by wounds from the goblin attack."

"Salome, thank you!" Ehlissa says, pleased that this new woman is such a kind soul.

"Do you think I could borrow Salome, Hannah?" She asks, hoping that everyone is alright.

"Is someone hurt?" Ehlissa asked the guard. No doubt Slidell got himself into trouble!


My computer ate my post. I'll write up a new one on the train home, and post it when I get home - the post will thus be active in a few hours.

Cheers,

PsiFox


Ehlissa feels the afternoon warmth spread through the room, and for the first time since being tended to, her body reacts to the light. With a flutter, her eyes open to see the dark-haired woman before her. Groaning, Ehlissa sits up in the bed, and takes the offered water.

Draining the glass. Ehlissa sighs with relief. Her physical sickness seemed gone. But the loss of a woman who had fast become a dear companion - that was harder to bear. "I’m feeling much better. I suppose I have you to thank for helping me get past this." She said, smiling at the woman who was in such contrast to the last woman who had healed her. At the mention of food, Ehlissa’s body responds with a growl. "Oh, yes! I’m famished!" She says, responding with more energy than she has ever has in regards to food.

At the torrent of questions, Ehlissa begins to draw her mind out of the fog of deep slumber. "Attacked you say? Yes, the strike on the township here was quite savage, and, as you say, very organized. They waited until the height of the dedication to attack, catching most every off guard." She said, still gathering her thoughts. "Several of us banded together in order to push back the assault, I think we’ve become something in the manner of local heroes in these parts now!" Laughing, Ehlissa feels more and more life returning to her – if she can laugh, it can’t be that bad.

"Su-li-della?' She asked, confused, until the woman mentions his height. "Oh! That's Slidell. He’s not a 'burying-man', as you said, he is a mage of some kind, I think. Although, I will admit, he is very strange!"

"Naelah? He called you that? Oh, dear." She starts, drifting slightly into reverie as the image of a snow-blonde tibeswoman appears in her mind. "Naelah is... a companion. A shaman of the Shoanti tribes. She and her wolf assisted us during the raid here. She has left though. She said her path lay elsewhere. She was...is...dear to my companions and I. I think Slidell took it hard when she left. Vesh, I think, took it the hardest. He seemed enamoured of her. I'm terribly sorry for the confusion." She says, her voice catching a little as she remembers the quiet woman and her ever-present companion.

Lost in her thoughts a little, Ehlissa is surprised when a question is directed about herself. "Where do I come from? I was born and raised in Magnimar. Oh. The others? I think Slidell means the rest of us who helped fight off the attack. And what about you? How may I call you? What brings you to Sandpoint?" Finally, Ehlissa returned the barrage of questions back on to the healer.

Here. Have a mini-book


Posting during my lunch break, most likely.


Throughout all of the current events, Ehlissa remains unconscious.

Sorry, I just HAD to post something.