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Terrified by the prospect of the drop, Elendar makes it across the trap door by not looking down and repeating a prayer to Nethys under his breath. In the crypt, Elendar carefully examines the skeletons, wondering if they had recently been animate.
Elendar looks hesitantly at the drop. "I mean, if you can rig a safety line, I will try it... but I've never done very well with heights." He appears greatly embarrassed by this admission.
Elendar watches them tie the prisoners up. "Don't worry," he says in a slightly superior tone, "We will be back soon. Your cooperation will ensure that this goes better for you... and your colleagues."
Elendar sniffs, accepting the surrender but not sure what to do now. "What sorts of other things?" he asks, curiously.
Elendar takes advantage of the leader's temporary blindness to shoot another arcane bolt at her.
Elendar fires his readied arcane bolt at the tower girl.
Elendar readies a magical missile to shoot if any of them attacks. His expression clearly indicates he'd rather not have to fight if it can be avoided.
Elendar smiles to himself and shakes his head at Von-Dai in wonder. Sometimes the two of them seemed so similar-- but then they were both Pathfinders, that made sense, right? Truth be told, the half-elf would be quite comfortable spending all day examining the artifacts of old, and yearned for the opportunity to do so. He takes an almost regretful look over his shoulder as he follows the others deeper into the area.
Elendar's eyes linger on the murals, but he nods reluctantly. "Yes, agreed, we should probably wait until after we are sure the place is clear before we start recording our findings."
Seconded, take care of Grandma Grandlounge! Hope everything is all right.
Elendar quirks an eyebrow at Von-Dai, but elects not to pry.
Elendar placidly follows the others, musing. He wonders, not for the first time, about the purpose of these gigantic structures that dominate the shape of the city.
Elendar thinks deep thoughts and admires the monument. He casts mage armor and heightened awareness on himself, and in doing so misses the spider completely.
Elendar doesn't interfere with their efforts to make an example of one of the Tower Girls, though he doesn't seem particularly invested in it. He smiles wanly at the suggestion of taking some time before continuing.
Elendar rolls his eyes, still panting from the combat. "You don't get to take the moral high ground; you were trying to murder us a few minutes ago! Plead being the victim to someone whose lungs you didn't just puncture."
How exciting! I'll update later today.
Elendar steps back and casts another spell, shooting a second bolt of force at Terisha.
Elendar casts a spell and a small bolt of force flies from his hands to strike Terisha.
Elendar adds, "That crossbow strike was fired with great precision. I would guess she has trained to fight as a rogue, with skill at least three times that of an amateur."
Elendar frowns at the surprise attack, and quickly casts a spell. He looks curiously at the thugs that have apparently been following them.
Elendar staggers and his eyes glaze over. "The Irespans! The harbor!" he cries, obviously transported by his vision for a moment. Finally he breathes deeply, settles back onto his heels, and finishes, "It is the Crow." He looks around and breathlessly begins to explain what he saw in greater detail. "It is as if the artifact carried me over the water, to show me our destination! Marvelous!"
"Well, that's just as well then," Elendar laughs. He touches the haversack and examines the shard and its stone when it appears in his hand. He tries to relax his mind and make himself receptive to its visions, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Elendar listens in rapt fascination, staring at Von-Dai and his familiar orb floating around his head. "That is truly marvelous. I would love to hear more about how you unlocked these secrets-- it is associated with the runes that the Thassilonian masters crafted? How extraordinary. I have only just begun to explore the inner mysteries of wizardry, my friend, and I fear it is as a dabbler only, for my upbringing has emphasized the innate power of magic in my blood, as well as in my devotion to the god of magic. Long have I desired to study the tomes and manuals that form the roots of your craft, and glean from them practices that may be translated into my own poorly-chronicled tradition." He stops, a bit embarrassed. "Ah, perhaps it might be better to continue this discussion at another time, for our hunt begins and the game flies ahead. No reason to bore our good associates with stories of the mundane past."
That archetype is cool! I play a Thassilonian Sin Magic specialist in another game, focused on Sloth (Conjuration). She doesn't get Illusion spells either, which is hard but I think it's a fun challenge. I love those discoveries! That sounds like it will be really fun! @GM_Grandlounge: Yes, another Nethys follower here! He's a foundling from the temple, though he only has peripheral divine powers to complement his arcanely sorcerous blood.
Instead of masterwork armor, could Elendar get a golden holy symbol?
Makes sense, and that's totally fine with me. Elendar doesn't have CLW on his spell list, but he gets to add half his level to UMD checks with divine effects, so he's pretty likely to succeed in an emergency. Might be wise to keep it in the haversack so we can whip it out if we are desperate, and then give it to Erond when we need it out of combat?
A cure light wounds wand sounds like a very prudent investment. :)
Elendar listens placidly and then adds, "I am not sure exactly what skills are necessary for following the shard to the other pieces, but I imagine our collected knowledge of Varisian history will come in handy." He gives Von-Dai a brief questioning glance as he takes the haversack and looks inside. "The shard of Pride, associated with the school of Illusion. Forgive me if I am misinformed, but Master Von-Dai, I understood that because of your specialized training in Transmutation you cannot study or practice Illusion magic at all. Is it possible that this magical limitation could hinder your efforts to envision the completed Sihedron through this particular shard? Perhaps it would be better for us if I should assume the responsibility instead?"
Elendar accompanies Von-Dai, figuring it a universal axiom that a brace of magic-users will accomplish a task more efficiently than a single one.
Elendar bows to Natalya while she sits. "I believe you are safe now, lady. Be comforted. You are very fortunate that your friend came for you; be assured she has your best interests at heart." His stilted pleasantries are calming, if unpracticed.
Elendar relaxes a bit as it seems the fight won't happen after all. He smiles cynically at the reunion and brushes his nails on the front of his clothes.
Elendar conveys this information to Natalya. "While we were talking in your base, I think the other Tower Girls snuck up outside and were listening."
Elendar tries to think of other groups he has heard of who might be in competition with the Tower Girls, information he might use to distract Natalya.
Elendar backs away into a corner of the room, away from the window or the door. He readies what looks like a counterspell, if he sees the signs that Natalya is casting something.
Elendar relates this information to the others with a bit of genuine excitement. "An artifact associated with the Thassilonian masters! This is an exquisite find you have made! Why, it is incredibly valuable. You are very fortunate," he adds with a slight hint of envy.
Approaching carefully, his hands raised to show he is not dangerous, Elendar looks over the artifact.
Elendar exhales slightly, glad that Von-Dai has stepped closer to their vulnerable companion. He casually moves closer to Marcus, and whispers, "Reinforcements approach, at least eight. And there are others outside, might have followed us, or were lying in wait." He smiles at the thugs watching them, holding up his empty hands to reassure them that a fight is not imminent, while mentally preparing himself for the inevitably imminent fight. That woman is clearly ensorcelled, he thinks. She's not going to give it up willingly, and could turn on her old friend in an instant.
Elendar raises an eyebrow and indicates the arrival of the additional crew to the others. If this turned into a fight, it would get bloody pretty quickly.
After pausing to study his spellbook briefly before approaching the empty building and opening the door, Elendar is ready for a fight if necessary, but delays to see how Darjiah's diplomacy works out.
If you all don't mind waiting, that would be really helpful, since yeah, I'll have new spells to prepare.
Elendar stays close to Von-Dai, alert for trouble.
Without a word, Elendar casts prestidigitation and proceeds to magically clean Von-Dai's clothes. He listens to the discussion quietly while they walk, his own thoughts occluded.
Elendar scoffs. "We can't give away that wine. It's for the Pathfinder Society!"
”Oh, no. You are so strong. Please, don’t hurt us.” Elendar tries to sound convincingly impressed by Fester’s display.
Elendar delays. :)
With a quick sideways look at Von-Dai, Elendar takes a step back and removes his hands from the inside of his sleeves-- ready for a fight, if that's what is coming.
Elendar bows slightly to indicate that he understands. "I'm surprised you didn't join up with the Pathfinder Society," he says, watching her reaction. "Those same investigative skills that the guard pays you to do are likely to be much more handsomely rewarded in their service."
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