After closing the distance with the near-invisible archer, Eladithas slashes with his rapier and starknife.
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The elf luckbringer tries to find the hidden archer.
Fly 60m ft. + Scion of the East Wind (Ex): Your godling powers allow you to call upon the sudden and powerful gusts of the east wind. You may charge as a standard action. When doing so, you are only allowed to move up to your speed (instead of up to double your speed) and you cannot draw a weapon unless you possess the Quick Draw feat. Your turn ends after you make the attack at the end of the charge. + Trickster Attack Fleet Charge (Ex)
Eladithas breathes out in pain. The elf luckbringer uses [i]Ill-Fortune (Su) against the armored foe. Ill-fortune (Su): You impart a streak of bad luck on the target. Any actions the target takes in the next round have a 50% chance of failing. A successful Will saves (DC 10 + ½ the luckbringer’s class level + her Charisma modifier) negates this effect.
An extremely handsome male elf walks out of the gloom to introduce himself. Description:
What stands before you..is something out of a dream. Perhaps the most handsome elf..the most handsome man you have ever seen. He's a tall elf with incredibly black hair and small pinpricks of light that shine when the hair is touched by sunlight or moonlight. An sculptor working for twenty years could not duplicate this elf's perfect body. He has deep blue eyes to get lost in. This elf is wearing the latest fashion, but he could be covered in mud and still look amazing. On his delicious-looking neck he wears a golden torc, and a cloak that looks like the night sky hangs perfectly off his shoulders. On hip, he has a beautiful starknife with Desna's symbol expertly crafted into it, and a masterwork rapier with a comet etched into the pommel. Once and a while, you may notice a pink and green ioun stone circle his head and shoulders. This elf even wears amazing gray boots that almost match the ground below him. There is not one speck of dirt on this man. And as he gently brushes a stray hair back into place, you melt. "Greetings and welcome, Liliya." The ebon-haired elf said with a bow. "I am Eladithas Starchild. Your help has come at at most opportune time." The handsome elf offers his hand. "How much have you been told of the present situation?"
Eladithas motions for others to follow, as the elf godling keeps pace behind the floating construct.
He looks around and frowns. "It seems we lost Merwyn during the fight... I hope he is all right. Shall I send a message to Mordenkainen to ask for help?" "NOO! Brother!"
Eladithas goes south, down the corridor, past the bloackade to find his entrance.
Stymied, Eladithas begins his search for another exit into the courtyard.
The elf godling examines one of the nearby windows to see if that can bypassed.
Eladithas begins to looks for a different way around the barricade.
The elf godling advances toward the door Rook teleported through. Eladithas opens the door.
"What is it?" Eladithas asked the others, sensing their tension.
Signature Skill - Perception (General): 5 Ranks: You remain alert to sounds even in your sleep, and the normal DC increase to Perception checks when you are sleeping is halved. The distance modifier on the DC of Perception checks you attempt is reduced to +1 per 20 feet. 10 Ranks: The distance modifier on the DC of Perception checks you attempt is reduced to +1 per 30 feet. In addition, you gain a +5 bonus on Perception checks to notice or locate an invisible creature or object. 15 Ranks: You remain alert to sounds even in your sleep, and the normal DC increase to Perception checks when you are sleeping doesn’t apply to you. The distance modifier on the DC of your Perception checks is reduced to +1 per 40 feet.
The elf godling unsheathes his rapier and starknife and attacks the ogre.
Elatdithas take his brother's hand and leads him into the nearby shop for safety.
Eladithas has a +22 Stealth skill. Sadly for him, it's easier to 'make an entrance' rather than an exit.
"Tried, and failed I suspect, considering the aptitude of those here? Also... you make it sound as if there is some feud between you and them. Regardless, you say you'd prefer to head to the Orc city, if I understand correctly. What about the others?" Eladithas just chuckled. Elven: The elf godling spoke with a slight bow toward the paladin. "Just the 'feud' between those who wish to monopolize your freedom and those who wish to continue to direct their own destinies."
The other elf sniffs deeply in trepidation. "Slavers. I'd rather not associate. If it can be helped. I'll dealt with too many of those ilk and their brutal attempts to enslave me."
Eladithas sits next to his human half-brother to catch up.
Once the dust clears, Eladithas sheaths his rapier. "Well done, gentlemen. You are truly very efficient. I didn't even have to lay a finger on these louts. If only the remainder of our journey together is carefree."
"Sounds as a good place to start, Mr. Rook." Eladithas smiled at the construct.
The elf godling thinks for a few moments, then shakes his head. "Nothing comes to mind."
The elf godling chuckles at the deception and the grandiose accommodations they all now share. With his hand on Myrwyn's shoulder, both brother walk to the study.
The elf steps out of the shadows with a beautiful smile.
Description: What stands before you..is something out of a dream. Perhaps the most handsome elf..the most handsome man you have ever seen. He's a tall elf with incredibly black hair and small pinpricks of light that shine when the hair is touched by sunlight or moonlight. An sculptor working for twenty years could not duplicate this elf's perfect body. He has deep blue eyes to get lost in. This elf is wearing the latest fashion, but he could be covered in mud and still look amazing. On his delicious-looking neck he wears a golden torc, and a cloak that looks like the night sky hangs perfectly off his shoulders. On hip, he has a beautiful starknife with Desna's symbol expertly crafted into it, and a masterwork rapier with a comet etched into the pommel. Once and a while, you may notice a pink and green ioun stone circle his head and shoulders. This elf even wears amazing gray boots that almost match the ground below him. There is not one speck of dirt on this man. And as he gently brushes a stray hair back into place, you melt.
From across the tavern, in a voice your hear, speaking your native language perfectly, answers, "The Sons of Desna will see it through!"
The road into the city-state of Malvent was dicey. Not once, but twice was Eladithas Starchild, elven godling son of Desna, accosted by robber bands. The first one, Eladithas was able to talk his way out of. The second one was a bit more messy, yet the elven luckbringer got out of it without a scratch to his perfect skin.
As he walked, a small crowd of music appreciators trailed behind Eladithas, lost in his melodic meanderings. As he walked, a noble couple belonging to House Zargurist stopped their carriage to speak with the elven newcomer and persuaded him to accompany them back to their estate near Malvent's East Side. Eladithas took them up on their offer, much to the grumbling of those who walked out of their way to listen to Eladithas's music. Both Lord and Lady Zargurist took the elven newcomer to their large mansion. After a day of conversation, eating Malvent cuisine, and enjoying each other's company , Eladithas took the Zargurist's advice, and traveled down to the old eastern part of Malvent to a place they recommended called Floating Fire Tavern.
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