"Hmph! I happen to know a beautimous dryad that knows things about fey realms and stuff." Elaina isn't happy about it, this guy still seems evil to her, somehow, but she's ready to depart.
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"Ok so we find the flower, then how do we get to there fey realm?"
"So you just come here every once in a while to answer the questions of whomever for no reason? Who does that!?" Elaina has had quite enough of this man's nonsense, and she has a healthy appetite for nonsense, being part fey herself. She is certain he is only wasting their time, setting as he has spoken of Desna, Shelyn, and Zon Kuthon. Obviously he's taunting her. Even if such spells are not her forte, she was never very good with magic that acted to directly harm others, she does have access to spells that can make others more amicable...
Elaina scowls. Matters of dryad murder are not matters of silliness, and this guy is being way too silly.
Elaina puts her fists on her hips. "How do we find Rhoswen?"
Elaina marches up to the exchange. She might be stomping, but her feet are small and not made for such aggressive, masculine actions. "You're supposed to be meeting someone here! Who are they and when are they gonna be here!?" She demands super tactfully. You can't even tell she's angry, really.
We need to figure out how to enlarge a dragon. For scientific purposes.
Elaina's eyeballs narrow in fury at the cultist. She leans over to Mizuchi and whispers "What's the largest thing you can eat? Could you eat a person if it was an emergency?"
Elaina offers a magical hug or handshake to those who don't want a magical kiss. If Mizuchi doesn't want a kiss she might actually die from depression.
When the baddies appear to start arriving, Elaina casts a litany of protective spells (which she dispenses via some very warm kisses) designed specifically by the goddesses for slaying unicorn-attackers. She casts the longer duration spells first, and saves the spell that grants general protection against general evil for when she knows things are about to go down, as the number of people to be protected will stress its duration. Everyone feels super powerful and super safe.
Wait are we just goin' with Elaina's plan of smash-without-diplomacy? Elaina has quite a few buffs to cast...
This is what I was thinking. 1st — divine favor 2/2, remove fear 2/2, shield of faith(D) 2/2
"I don't wanna be out hereeeee, this is dumb." Elaina whines. What a terrible day to be in the middle of nowhere for a chipper, social bard. "These buildings are gross. None of them are even real hotels." She continues. "I could prepare spells to let a couple of us walk on water, since there's two rivers here. Two stupid rivers... And spells to protect us from evil, because obviously anyone that would attack a beautimous unicorn is evil. I could prepare a spell to disable evil fey, but I-I was never very good with that kind of magic." She looks at Saito. "I'll just fill you with the fires of Sarenrae an' you can smash 'em with your sword. Then Mizuchi can eat 'em!" She says and nods, satisfied. The cleric of the goddess of Forgiveness doesn't seem to think there's any reason to parley with the unicorn-attackers.
Are there any particular spells anyone wants Elaina to have prepared for out meeting with the cultists?
Healing spells aren't super efficient, more useful in an emergency, but there's a reason Empowered Fireball is a meme ;p
Elaina also watches the fire. Normally she liked a good bonfire, especially on a wedding, but not today. A wedding ruined, a dryad murdered, bees also murdered. It isn't a pleasant bonfire, the flames bringing no comfort. "We have eleven days until the next full moon." She tells the others. She's an expert on the cycles of the moon, for obvious reasons. "I guess... we should get back to the wedding and try to salvage what we can."
Elaina's saves are good for now =)
Elaina sighs, her head falling back. "The Butterfly is at Her zenith on the full moon." She whines. "I don't wanna meet cultists on the full moon, I wanna celebrate the full moon." Cultists are always ruining Elaina's plans. She perks up as she sees something interesting while she looks around the room. Approaching the pile of kindling, she plucks one stick from the lot. "Hmm. This is a wand or something. I could tell right away it wasn't a regular stick. I'm an expert on sticks."
Elaina grimaces at all the awfulness before her. There hadn't been many answers to be found. None of this explained why the dryad had to be murdered, or the wedding interrupted. But then, there was rarely an explanation for evil. No answers, only a rising sadness. She looks around the room for anything telling. "I'm not convinced this house can ever properly be free of this evil. We should bring Sarenrae's cleansing flame to this place. The hives as well, bees are vulnerable to infectious diseases."
Elaina gasps and takes a step back when she sees the horror before her. It doesn't rattle her though, as she is familiar with the twisted forms evil take, and she takes a step forward, scimitar held before her. She's not sure what the history between the evil beekeeper and lord D'Elagante, but the gnome seems obsessed. Still, she cannot just execute someone laying in bed. "Surrender, now! I don't want to hurt you, but I won't let you murder anyone else! You're outnumbered, and you and your corrupt swarms cannot hope to stand against Sarenrae's cleansing flame! You'll die for nothing, and it'll hurt the entire time."
With a prayer that fills her with warmth and confidence (well, she already has as much confidence as one can have), Elaina steps up to the cottage, scimitar in hand, and throws open the door, eyes peeled for the bee-murderer.
"Gasp!" Elaina gasps when she sees the sad state of the bees, or what remains of them. "I've heard of this kind of thing before... Cordyceps... The poor bees have been corrupted..." Her warm heart is saddened by this revelation. Bees are amongst the most innocent of creatures, wanting only to work and dance - much like herself. She leaves the bouquet atop one of the apiaries and, keen ears perking up, draws her scimitar. She approaches the cottage warily and casts a protective spell. "It sounds like there are bees in here, but that's not a normal place for bees to bee... Don't get too close, Mizuchi. I don't want you to get stinged."
As for the scaling items, I suppose Armor of the Celestial Host (Prize) and a scimitar version of the Sacred Avenger (Wonder) would work for her. She's a battle cleric and it would simplify her itemization some. Not cold iron, though. She has the Heart of the Fey race trait, wouldn't make sense :P
Despite all the recent terribleness, the equal amount of amazingness leaves Elaina in relatively high spirits. As a bee expert herself, Elaina loves bees. She gathers up a bouquet of wildflowers and takes them over to the apiaries. "Bees love me on account of my natural sweetness."
"No, you have to introduce me properly!" She whispers excitedly.
Elaina squeezes Elloise and Rhene tightly, tearing up. She's only known them for a few moments, but she hates to see beautiful things go. Hopefully they will indeed be reunited soon. Elaina sidles up to Yamato, so is one of the new people, or perhaps not. Grinning, she nudges him with her foot, then nods at the dragon.
The ever-empathetic Elaina is absolutely heartbroken for the dryad. She can only imagine the horror of losing a sister. As sad as she is, the improper use of fire makes her equally angry. While many only think of destruction when they think of fire, fire brings life, warmth, healing, and burns away rot and corruption. To be used to destroy a dryads tree is unthinkable to her. Still, she's an excitable young woman who loves the fey and beautiful things in general, and the less upset half of her is positivly vibrating with excitement at the presence of a dryad and a unicorn. She resists throwing her arms around the woman and telling her how beautiful she is and how much she loves her, doing her best to maintain self control while the fey delivers some kind of prophecy to lord D'Elagante. She's a farmgirl and, frankly, does not understand what the prophecy is about. Still, she stands by politely. Her relative stillness does not last long as she sways on her feet, overcome by some kind of vision. She swats at the air in front of her face, taking a step back as wings of some kind block out her vision. She begins to intone a protective prayer to Desna - not because she is frightened, Elaina is never scared - but in hopes the beautiful butterfly wings of Desna will chase away the terrible vision. It doesn't work, or maybe it does as the vision begins to fade. She shakes her head in an exaggerated, almost comical motion, regaining her sense as Christian speaks, his words sounding familiar. "I saw it too!" She gasps, cheeks flushing. She grabs Christian's arm and shakes. "Big wings!" Her brow furrows in disgust. "But not soft, beautiful wings like Desna, or like a unicorn would have if unicorns had wings." She nods to the beautiful unicorn. "Angular, sharp, spiky wings, like a demon or an aberration or... an evil dragon!" Elaina is, naturally, an expert on vision wings. She's tempted to compare them to bat wings, but bats are cute and misunderstood and she will not slander them in front of the unicorn. She looks at the others, blinking placidly. Wings mean nothing to her, but perhaps it would mean something to lord D'Elagante. She inches closer to the unicorn. By accident.
Elaina follows Cenna who was here before... or was she one of the new people? The Fey lands are strange. What remains unchanged is Elaina's unwavering faith in Sarenrae to guide her righteous blade!
"Hwatcha!" Elaina shouts, seemingly unaware of the size difference betwixt herself and her foe - though she is very short herself, so maybe she's just used to it - spinning and slashing again with her scimitar. "Go back to... wherever you came from! Wait, that's here, isn't it? "
Obviously Elaina needs the Armageddon Plate and the Rod of the Dreadlord for character theme reasons.
"Sarenrae sends her regards, idiot!" Some might label it not the wisest move, but Elaina fearlessly faces of against the suddenly larger sprigan. She whirls like a Dervish and slashes at the monsters legs with her keen scimitar. "And your kneecaps say 'goodbye'!"
I'm fine with whatever. I can always describe what I mean to move if I can't move the map, I'm sure we can all work it out :P
Alright I did end up making a change to Elaina. She was originally s bars when I made her years and years ago as one of my first Pathfinder characters. When I remade her for this game as a cleric, I contemplated using the Evangelist archetype, but went with base Cleric since evangelist loses some scaling on channel energy. But since we have a druid and a paladin now that can help with some of the healing in more comfortable going with the archetype. The flavor of the archetype obviously fits her very well, and a have a good group for inspire courage, which i can progress with one of the PrC features. I can drop the archetype if people are worried about the lesser Healing, it's not a big deal.
Elaina sways on her feet as something - though she is not sure what - changes. She is not, however, flummoxed by the high strangeness as she is herself high strangeness, or so people say. Whatever the change was, the unicorn is still in danger. Ever bold, ever unafraid, she surges forward, scimitar in hand and fire in her heart, intent on protecting the innocent unicorn.
Thank you so much, GM Kitsune! It's definitely not any easy task to pick up a game at this stage, you're very brave and generous =) I think I'll keep Elaina more or less as is, though I'll have to remake her profile. You can find out more of Elaina's mechanical aspects here! She a battle cleric who worships the Radiant Prism, a 2e pantheon that I'm very fond of. 5 levels of Cleric, 2 levels of Dawnflower Anchorite, which is one of the more functions PrCs. Her goals are to Build a church to the fledgling pantheon. Here is her introductory post. Warning: she comes on strong.
I'm still here more or less.
Hey folks, sorry about my absence. I'm going to drop out of this game, life stuffs changed, ya know :P Thanks for the opportunity and have fun storming the castle.
Elaina trots up to the gate. "There's been a massacre! A few hours back that way!" She waves her arm back in the general direction from which they came. "It looks like a trade caravan was ambushed! Hello, by the way."
Hey, what would yall rather have: Inspire Courage or better Channel Energy? We're a super martial-heavy team, so I could take the Evangelist Archetype which gives some Bardic Performances, but you lose several levels of Channel Energy. She wouldn't gain Channel Energy until lvl 3. On the other hand, we're super martial-heavy and there's a lot of us, so we're probably going to obliterate anything we face in combat without many buffs anyways lol.
"Centaur?!" Elaina squeaks, cheeks turning red. "I wanna see centaur! Centaur happen to trust me on account of my innate respect for the natural world." She declares boldly. She's never met a centaur, but the math adds up. Truly this venture is blessed if the first thing they need to do is deal with centaur. She chooses an old grey mare that she dubs 'Sato', and she names the mules Clarence and Blaudon.
absolut smolnes
Sufficiently smol dot for the sufficiently smol Elaina.
Elaina - who is normally an expert swordstress but has a severely sprained wrist right now, the wrapping on her sword-arm testament to this - spends the event stoking the ferocious fires of Sarenrae in the hearts of the noble defenders. Afterwards, she heals people. "Huh. I guess those guys were mad they weren't invited, huh?"
Elaina's profile isn't quite complete but I won't have a chance to update it for a couple days, going out of town for work. She's NG with Chaotic leanings. Her group looks good to me.
Hopefully Elaina doesn't annoy anyone OOC. She comes on strong.
There is a commotion near the back of the hall. "'Scuse me! 'Scuuuuuuuuse me! I was specifically summoned! Oh, what the... who closed this door?!" Someone struggles to shove their way through those dallying at the far end of the hall. Perhaps the newcomer is quite weak. Eventually the late comer extricates herself from the people near the entrance and is more readily visible, but it would be hard to miss her regardless. The freckle-faced young woman has large, vibrant aqua-green eyes and long, equally vibrant hair pulled into three thick braids dotted with small, colorful flowers. She wears thick, flowing robes that are almost certainly too large for her. The robes are all the colors of the rainbow, tied with a scintillating gold sash. Around her neck is a small, intricately carved holy symbol representing three women. To anyone not living under a rock, the three goddesses are Shelyn, Desna, and Sarenrae. The three are arm-in-arm with each other and tastefully nude. At least it might be tasteful if they weren't so... flatteringly proportioned. She is unarmored, but a scimitar - the favored weapon of Sarenrae - hangs from her golden sash, and a polychromatic holy text sits on the opposite hip. "Ahh!" She sighs loudly. "Sorry I'm late, but I just had to change into my robes for the party! You know how it is." She winks at a rather bedraggled looking half-orc who probably does not know how such things are. "What did I miss? Prolly nuthin', huh?" She walks as centrally down the hall as she can, to be seen by everyone, grinning around at everyone. "So what's goin' on in here? Where's lady Jama... Eeeek!" She shrieks when she sees the ratfolk, waving her hands girlishly. She skips up to the ratfolk, crouching down with her hands on her knees to put herself at his level, which isn't a large difference as she is incredibly short herself. "You'resocuteI'mgonnadie!" She squeels, her cheeks turning even more red than normal. "I'm Elaina Newberry, priestess of the Radiant Prism! What's your name?!" She beams at the cute lil rat guy and his tiny whiskers. It takes all her self control for today and probably some of her self control from tomorrow not to pinch his fuzzy cheeks and rub his tiny ears.
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